mx-barnes

[mx-barnes]

Really really good fluffy fic I love it.

almost believing

summary: You and Bucky aren't exactly on speaking terms at the moment. That doesn't mean you're getting out of having to pretend to be married for a mission.

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

word count: 5.4k

warnings: miscommunication dialled up to eleven bc it's me; friends to lovers with lots of seething in between; set around christmas, but not a christmas fic; slight spoiler warning for wakanda forever just to be safe

prompt: fake dating, baby 😌 title and initial inspiration for this fic were taken from "so close" from enchanted. yes. that scene.

a/n: this was written for my wonderful tiff's sweet as sugar writing challenge!! @traitorjoelite i'm so proud of you and i hope you enjoy this fic. i really thought this one would be short i swear. big shoutout and thank you to @sweetascanbee for listening to me rant about this for weeks, i appreciate you so much!!

masterlist | read on ao3

Here’s the thing: It’s supposed to be a simple mission. Just gathering intel at the hotel for one single night, the two of you pretending that everything is fine for a couple of hours more.

After all, it’s Bucky’s last mission with you before his reassignment goes through.

Well, it’s not like it’s going to make a difference to how much you’re seeing him, to be honest.

You’re not sure when he started making himself rare or why, but once you noticed it, it was impossible not to.

"Sorry, I’m heading out," when you ask him to grab lunch together seems inconspicuous enough, as does, "Ah, I’m already supposed to meet Sam," when you try asking him about that trip to IKEA you’d been talking about for ages.

But it doesn’t stop there. One excuse follows the next, and suddenly there’s always something more important than the two of you hanging out.

Of course, you try to rationalize it at first. Swallow down your hurt feelings, because Bucky is your friend, and sometimes people just need space. You’re fine. The two of you are fine.

Once he starts scheduling dates for Friday night, though—which has always been movie night, always, every week since you met him—you know that something’s wrong.

"Is he angry with me?" you keep asking Steve, who looks very uncomfortable and definitely knows what's going on.

"Just give him a little space," he suggests timidly. So you do. You let the whole thing go.

For like a week.

"I just don’t know what I did," you tell Sam over drinks, your head held in your hands.

"Nope," he answers, downing his dregs. "I’m not doing this. Nuh-uh."

"You know, too?" you cry, accusingly pointing at him.

"I don’t know anything," Sam deadpans. And then he puts his scarf on and leaves.

"Maybe try talking to Bucky about it?" Natasha suggests, either incapable of hiding her amused smile or unwilling to try.

"I would if I ever saw him for longer than a 'hi, how are you' at the gym," you mumble. Fact is, you’re getting pissed about him giving you the silent treatment without even knowing what you did wrong.

Because before this, whatever this is, things were fine. Great, even. Free afternoons were spent on each other’s couches, introducing him to your favorite tv shows and letting him teach you that stupid card game he loves so damn much. You’d even been starting to imagine that there might be something …

Clearly, you were wrong.

Now, you can’t even look at him without your throat closing up. It’s like you woke up a few weeks ago and he’s become an entirely different person around you, much more like he was at the beginning of your friendship, distant and cold.

He didn’t even tell you that he’d signed up for a transfer.

The mission call feels like your last chance.

A whole evening of teamwork and espionage, of him basically having no other choice than talking to you and finally telling you why the fuck he would get himself reassigned without even telling you beforehand. You could’ve hugged Fury for the opportunity.

That is, until you’re handed the file containing your fake identities for the op a few hours before you’re supposed to leave.

"You’re joking," you say as soon as you open the door.

"Great, you’re here as well," Steve says dryly. "Again, a) you both gotta learn how to knock, b) the whole thing wasn’t my idea or my decision, but I also think it’s the best directive for what you’re trying to do, and c) no, there’s no one else available for the mission. Anything I missed?"

Bucky deliberately doesn’t meet your eye, his arms still crossed as he stares Steve down with a look you can’t decipher. He doesn’t even acknowledge you standing in the door, but his foot is doing the tapping thing again.

You purse your lips and join the staring.

Steve sighs, rubbing his temples with the palms of his hands. "Listen, you two work well together and I know these past few weeks have been … strained"—you almost laugh at that—"but it’s just one night."

"We need to pretend we’re married," you say. "How’re we going to pull that off if he can’t stand being in the same room as me?"

"I trust that there won’t be any issues." Steve raises an eyebrow at Bucky as he says that, but of course he doesn’t get a reply. That would necessitate talking in your presence.

"One night," Bucky repeats through gritted teeth.

Not for the first time, there seems to be some sort of silent conversation between the two of them that you’re not privy to. You roll your eyes.

"I’ll see you later."

You leave with your back straight and without a glance over your shoulder, the door slamming shut behind you.

For a moment, you’re tempted to barge into Natasha’s office next, but you have a feeling like she’d just give you another one of her looks again, which really won’t better your mood. So instead, you slam another door and flop onto your bed, blankly staring at the ceiling for a while.

Surely, there’s some twisted sort of irony in this whole situation, but you’re not laughing.

Usually, before a mission, you’d get bagels together from the bakery around the corner. You haven’t done that in a while, but you’re still quietly begging your phone to show a new unread message when you look at the time however long later.

Instead, there’s just your lockscreen picture of Bucky’s grinning face that you can’t bear to get rid off, no matter how many times it stings you. It’s almost a year old, now, back when you’d taken him to go do your holiday shopping with you, insisting that "no one’s gonna recognize you, look at that great cap you’re wearing".

It’d started snowing halfway through the afternoon, and he’d kept reaching for your hand in order not to lose you in the crowd. You both gave up halfway through your list and just went to get coffee instead, strolling through Central Park and talking about nothing and everything.

That’s when you’d realized you'd been falling in love with him, laughing and fingers freezing around your paper cup, a strange new warmth spreading throughout your body.

You need to change your lockscreen.

***

Half an hour before pick-up, you leave your room with a duffle bag slung over your shoulder and almost run into Bucky. He’s leaning against the opposite wall like he’s been waiting for you, and it stings because that’s what he always used to do, back when you were still talking. When you could still pretend that maybe, just maybe, your feelings weren’t quite so hopeless.

Now, though, his easy smile is missing. Instead, an ever-present frown is furrowing his brows again, his mouth opened just a little, but nothing comes out.

"Look, I don’t want to do this any more than you do," you sigh. "But it’s a two-person job."

He nods, his tongue poking his cheek. "I know."

"Do you think you’re gonna be alright with us pretending we’re madly in love for a whole evening?"

Bucky’s jaw tightens. "I’ll be fine."

Of course he’s going to be fine.

You grab the strap of your bag more tightly. "I wish you would just tell me what I did."

"You didn’t do anything." If he’s telling the truth, though, why does he look so numb?

For a moment, you want to shout at him, cry, beg, make him tell you when and how this went wrong, but you don’t. You just stare at him in silence, hoping he’ll get it anyway, and he refuses to notice it.

"So," Bucky finally says. "You ready to get hitched?"

There’s the ghost of a grin in his eyes, and even though it’s not enough to mask the uncomfortable tilt of his shoulders, you sigh. At least he’s trying, you suppose.

"Let’s just get fake-married so we can fake-divorce and go our separate ways," you say, walking past him.

"I’ve got something for you."

You turn around again, raising your eyebrows as he holds up a ring between the fingers of his left hand. There’s a giant stone set in its center, striking and sparkling and not subtle in the slightest. Tony really went all out for appearance’s sake. Your fingers involuntarily tighten around the strap of your bag.

Bucky drops the ring in the palm of your hand.

"Quite the present," you chuckle nervously. You don’t even want to know how much this thing costs, and you feel like they're going to chop off your head if something happens to it.

"Try it on, then."

It’s a bit too large on your finger, and it feels foreign. It’s not you at all. Then again, it’s not supposed to be you.

Before you can say anything, though, Bucky shakes his head. "What?" you say with a roll of your eyes.

"That couldn’t look more fake if you tried. Wait a sec."

He turns his back towards you and rummages through his bag for a while, his jaw still set as he holds out his hand once more. With a sigh, you pull the ring off again and return it, but before you can pull your hand back, he catches it in his own.

This one slides onto your finger perfectly, and your eyes widen at the sight of it. It’s a lot subtler, with only a small emerald for decoration, but it’s so delicate and beautiful it takes your breath away.

Bucky’s mouth opens and closes, but he swallows whatever came to his mind. "That’s better," he says instead, and his voice sounds oddly rough.

"They gave you a backup?" you say, angling your hand this way and that to see how the gem catches the light.

"Mhm."

Something is off about this whole situation, but then you feel like you don’t really know Bucky anymore. Not like you used to, anyway. It used to be so easy to get a read on him.

You stand there in silence for a moment, and it’s only then that both of you realize he’s still holding your hand. He drops it immediately, and you pretend it doesn’t sting.

"How come you don’t get a ring?" you ask.

"Says who?" Bucky says, clearing his throat and activating the camouflage sleeve Tony had installed for his arm. Sure enough, there’s a ring on his hand as well.

You grab his hand curiously. When you touch it, there’s no difference between his fingers and the pseudo-platinum band, all of it just cool vibranium in disguise.

"It’s fake," you say. "It’s not the same."

"No," he agrees and pulls his hand away. "Looks real enough, though."

You notice the red splotches on his neck and wonder what it is that you’ve said this time, but it’s pointless anyway. He’s not going to tell you even if you asked.

Maybe you should be used to him icing you out by now, but it still hurts.

***

"Yes, Steve, I know," you sigh. "We’re just gathering intel, nothing else."

"I just wanted to have you say it again so we’re all clear. You both love taking risks when it’s not necessary."

"Alright, punk, we got it," Bucky says, tugging at his tie again.

You can’t even blame him for the nervous habit; you’ve been twisting your fake wedding ring around your finger for the entire drive.

This isn’t the first time the two of you had to go undercover as a couple; hell, it’s not even the first time you’ve pretended to be married. Usually, though, you could have a laugh about the whole thing together.

Now you barely know how to act around Bucky as yourself, let alone as some made up woman.

"I think we’re going to attract a lot of attention if we don’t get out soon," you say, readjusting the collar of your blouse underneath your coat.

You notice Steve staring at your hand for a moment, a frown between his brows, but his lips curve upwards a split second later. "Ready to do this?" he asks and you smile a little in confirmation.

Bucky takes another breath and then he nods curtly. "Let’s go."

The change that goes through him as soon as the two of you climb out of the car is so stark you almost turn on your heels again and beg Steve to let you off the hook, after all. His hand sneaks around your waist and pulls you closely into his side as you walk towards the hotel, all soft smiles and charm.

"Sorry for the holdup," he tells the bellman waiting next to your bags with a wink. "The missus and I just needed another minute."

You lightly slap Bucky’s chest in fake indignation. It’s quick thinking on his part, really.

When you’re checking in under your assumed names for the evening, he keeps his arm around you, and the content look stays in his eyes. A subtle glance at your surroundings tells you some of your persons of interest have already arrived early for the event tonight, looking around the sparkling lobby with the same feigned boredom.

Bucky nudges your cheek with his nose and then smiles again when you look at him. It makes your brain shut off for a moment.

When he looks at you like this, it’s so easy to forget the past couple of months and just pretend for a moment. What if there was no mission at all, and it could simply be the two of you?

But of course, that’s not possible. All of it is fake, including the way he looks at you. You know that.

So how come it doesn’t feel fake to you at all?

***

You hate this dress, you hate these people, you hate this dinner, and most of all, you hate how much you enjoy spending this much time so physically close to Bucky.

It feels so natural when he links your hand with yours, so fucking meant to be, even though he’s just putting on a show for the band of creeps you’re tasked to keep an eye on.

But damn if he’s not good at it.

It’s amazing, really, how his eyes immediately soften when you turn your head towards him, like you’re the only person in the whole room. He looks at you during this charade like you wish he’d look at you daily, even far from prying eyes around you; especially then. It makes your breath shorten, your heart pounding erratically because it thinks it’s getting everything it’s ever hoped for.

Hearts are often stupid like that.

A full night of glances and touches and the pretence of secret whispers will do all kinds of twisted things to your feelings.

There’s a lull in the conversation, and when Bucky squeezes your hand you realize he’s no longer the only one who’s looking at you.

You chuckle nervously. "I’m sorry, I got … distracted for a moment. What were you saying?"

"Ah, newlyweds," one of the investor goons laughs. He’s a particularly vile looking man whose suit is way too big on his spindly limbs.

Bucky, academy award winning actor in another lifetime, chuckles politely while the fondness in his eyes seems to increase tenfold. "We’ve been married three years, actually," he says, sticking to your official cover story.

It’d been Tony’s idea to keep your fake timeline as close to the truth as possible to avoid any slip-ups. It’s a great move on paper, really, but in reality it just adds another nail to the coffin.

Three years ago, you were on a mission in Brussels, only the second one ever where it was just the two of you. It was mostly surveillance, so one of you usually had downtime while the other kept lookout. It became customary that you’d entertain each other during those long hours, getting to know each other intimately for the first time, taking the first tentative steps towards the friendship you now share.

That mission was the groundwork of your falling in love with him in the first place.

"You seem to be doing something right if you’re both still so enamoured with each other," Spindly Arms says.

"I’m the luckiest guy in the world," Bucky responds, still looking into your eyes. "It’s hard not to do the right thing, then."

He presses a kiss to your cheek and you smile timidly. His lips linger for just a moment, and then he moves to whisper into your ear, something you’re sure looks like sweet nothings to everybody else but is actually a, "Don’t fall asleep on me."

You tilt your head, shove him teasingly as if he’d said something inappropriate, and because he’s always been quick to catch on he winks, obvious enough so that the other people that are part of this conversation can clearly see it.

It’s not long after this that you excuse yourselves, walking around the room with apparent aimlessness. Everything is sparkling with pure gold decorations and countless little twinkling lights that have been scattered around the room like millions of fireflies. You spot an actual orchestra right underneath the massive Christmas tree.

"Kind of tacky, don’t you think?" Bucky murmurs with a sideway glance at you.

"Maybe a little," you say.

The truth is, though, the room looks oversaturated and expensive and magnificent. Something straight out of a Hallmark movie, more like a movie set than a real place.

It’s the one thing that keeps this whole thing from being completely unbearable.

He must have seen the truth in your eyes, because he ducks his head and says quietly, "I’m gonna go check out the terrace."

You just nod and smile as he kisses your cheek again and then vanishes through the crowd with a few long strides. Sighing, you take another drink from the tray a waiter offers you, absent-mindedly rubbing your cheek.

"What a lovely surprise," a voice says next to you and you freeze for a moment before forcing yourself to calmly take a sip. "Miss … Winter, was it?"

"Mrs," you say with a pleasant smile. "Good evening, Director."

"Right, of course." Director de Fontaine eyes her martini warily. "I don’t suppose these olives are fresh, do you?"

Your mind is racing. If she’s here on official business, then your entire operation might be compromised.

"So," she continues, looking rather bored. "Met any interesting people yet, Mrs Winter?"

"Oh, yes," you say lightly, clinging to your role of unassuming young wife. "It’s all rather exciting."

"I’m sure. These kinds of events are all very … shiny." She looks into your eyes and there’s an almost explicit warning written in hers. "It’s surprisingly easy to get blinded."

You swallow heavily even as she smiles. "If you’ll excuse me, I think I see someone …"

You quickly walk over to the buffet table where some of the wives have formed a semi circle of gossip, trying your best to hide your sigh of relief when the director doesn’t follow you.

For a few minutes, you lose yourself in pointless gossip, until one of the women takes hold of your forearm.

"You must tell us, what’s your secret?"

"Excuse me?" you chuckle nervously.

"Your husband!" she exclaims, earning a few nods from some of the others. "He clearly adores you," she goes on. "I don’t think he’s looked away from you once since you joined us."

You steal a look around your shoulder. She’s right. Bucky’s gaze immediately locks with yours, an almost bashful grin on his lips. You caught me, his eyes seem to say, and you feel a rush of heat go through you.

He should be nominated for an Oscar with this performance.

Quickly, you turn around again to meet several expectant pairs of eyes.

"I don’t know what to tell you," you say. "He’s just … always been like this. I mean, he’s my best friend. I really don’t know what I would do without him."

There’s not a word of a lie in what you’re saying, and it elicits a round of coos and murmurs even as your heart gives a sharp pang.

"Dance with me?"

You flinch, turning to look at Bucky’s outstretched hand, at the sad, hopeful look in his eyes, and the line between reality and fiction blurs a bit more.

You take his hand, and he pulls you onto the dance floor, some cheery Christmas song ramping up to its big finale. Then, the band switches to a slower song. To you, it sounds mournful.

"That was nice," Bucky mutters into your ear. "What you said."

"I meant it, you know," you whisper, but he turns, and you don’t think he’s heard you.

Bucky places his hand on your hip and you hide a shudder. His gloved fingers wrap around yours, and then you start moving again.

You barely know the steps, but he’s a great leader, and he doesn’t say anything when you step on his toes. In fact, his gaze softens even more when he looks at you after the third time, the hand around your waist pulling you a little closer.

"How are you doing this?" you say without stopping to smile.

"Easy," Bucky says, and the way he says it almost makes you believe it’s true.

You bite your lip, trying to stop yourself from breathing him in. "I didn’t mean the dancing."

With the last note of the song, you stumble over his foot again and he snorts. "Me neither."

The melody changes and neither of you lets go. His steps are getting slower, smaller, like he’s just trying to keep both of you in motion. Your head is spinning. The twinkling lights are starting to blur into a great mass of stars in the background, like you’re at the center of a music box and everything else is just background noise.

You wrap both hands around his neck as you’re swaying, then, your foreheads only inches apart. You could stay in this moment forever, you think, as it stretches into blissful infinity. Somewhere, a clock strikes ten.

Bucky leans in a little closer and your breath hitches again.

"It’s time," he whispers, and your eyes fly open.

You’d almost forgotten about the mission.

"Val is here," you say quietly.

His expression hardens for just a second. "What?"

"She came to talk to me earlier. She knows we’re here."

"Why didn’t you say something?"

"I … There wasn’t time."

"We’re just gonna have to be quick and discrete."

You open your mouth, but then you see the distance close in again between you two, and so you just nod.

The plan is almost laughably simple, but it’s probably going to work out just as you’ve laid out beforehand. Everyone in the room has watched the two of you staring at each other for the past couple of hours, so no one bats an eye when Bucky nudges you gently and you make your way up the stairs to the fancy elevator that’s going to take you up to a bedroom.

Or, more specifically, to a bedroom that’s being used to store all kinds of evidence, but no one else needs to know that little detail.

You notice the director talking to Spindly Arms and a couple of other people, but you force your gaze not to linger on her. Instead, you grab Bucky’s hand more tightly.

He lets go of you as soon as the elevator doors close behind the two of you, dragging a hand through his hair and messing it up. There aren’t any cameras in the elevator, but you’re both pretty sure there will be on the floor you’re going. "CIA exposure, that’s exactly what we needed."

"There was nothing I could’ve done," you say, tugging your sleeves down your shoulders.

"I’m not blaming you, sweetheart," Bucky says distractedly, loosening his tie. Your heart makes a very heavy thud. "But if Walker shows up tonight as well, I’m gonna shoot first and ask questions later."

"No, you won’t," you say with a grin, mostly because you know he didn’t bring his gun because the male attendees were all frisked at the entrance.

"Maybe I’ll throw a knife. I could say it was an accident."

The conversation lasts barely a moment, but it reminds you so much of what the two of you used to be, it hurts.

You follow him stumbling out of the elevator onto the right floor with a breathless laugh. There’s no one in sight as you subtly check the room numbers before making him follow you with a coquettish smile for the security camera.

You find the right door without much trubble, pulling the keycard out of your inconvenient little handbag. "Come on now," you murmur as the lock rejects it at the first try.

Suddenly, Bucky’s hand is on your waist again, and you gasp as he spins around. The keycard drops to the floor.

He presses you against the wall, effectively trapping you in his embrace. Your hands are laid flat against his chest, his heart thundering madly underneath your fingertips. Bucky’s eyes flit around madly, like he’s trying to come up with something on the spot and, for the first time since you’ve known him, is left without ideas.

You gasp as his nose brushes against yours.

"Sorry," he whispers hoarsely. And then he kisses you.

Your body responds immediately, lighting a fire in your core as his lips press against yours, hungry, gentle, almost apologetic. You can taste the champagne on his tongue.

You arch your back against him on instinct as his hands travel down your arms, brushing your hips, your tighs, slowly parting your dress at the slit. Your eyes fly open the moment you realize what he’s doing, even though he swallows your gasp.

In one smooth motion, he pulls the I.C.E.R. out of the garter on your thigh and fires a single, silenced shot. The guy with the earpiece barely has the time to grunt before he sacks against the opposite wall, unconscious, his hand still in the pocket of his jacket.

"Fuck," you hiss, pushing Bucky away from you. He stumbles slightly, the gun loose in his fingers. His eyes are almost black as he blinks at you. "You could have told me we’re being shadowed."

Bucky’s mouth is stained from your lipstick, and the sight of that alone makes your head swim. You can still feel the ghost of his hand on your leg.

"It’d have blown our cover," he replies, infuriatingly calm. "Hate me later, our window has just narrowed by a bit."

You swallow, blinking to try and gain control over your breath again, grabbing your gun back with a short nod. "Let’s finish this, then."

***

Back at the Compound, you both give an exhausted report about the events of the night, leaving out nothing but your improvised kiss on floor fifteen.

Your lips are still tingling with it.

Finally, you and Bucky are left alone in the briefing room, and for the first time in weeks, he doesn’t just get up and leave as soon as the silence takes hold. Instead, you both sit next to each other, staring straight ahead.

"I guess we should talk," he says slowly, reluctantly, and you can’t help it.

Your defenses shoot up again.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," you say, squinting.

"Yes, you do." He’s lost the tie hours ago, but he keeps tugging at the fabric in his hands as if it could give him the words he’s looking for. "I shouldn’t have kissed you, not with … Not like that."

"Like you said, the guy would’ve blown our cover," you say, crossing your arms.

"Doesn’t make it right."

"What do you want me to say, Buck?" you say sharply. "That you should’ve talked to me before? Well, I’m kind of used to you not doing that anymore, so just forget it."

"Y/N—"

"No, really, it’s fine. Like I said, you’re leaving, anyway, so what does it matter. Didn’t tell me you were planning to do that, either. You just did it."

"You know why I’m leaving."

"No, I fucking don’t!" There are tears in your eyes now. "I have been trying really hard, Bucky, but you’ve just shut me out. I thought you needed space, which is fine, by the way, but you just—one day you decided you were done with me and that was it."

He stares at you incredulously. "You seriously don’t remember."

"Don’t remember what?!"

"That you were talking about me. To Natasha."

The memory rushes through you so violently it’s almost ridiculous you hadn’t thought about it in months.

You’d just come back from another undercover op, and you’d called her right as the door to your room had closed behind you because not for the first time, your feelings had threatened to spill over again.

"You should talk to him. Be honest."

"No, Nat, come on, I can’t—I can’t do that to him. I can’t risk … you know, he’s my best friend. And that’s all it can ever be. I don’t want to ruin what we have. I just wish he’d make it easier."

"You’re making excuses, you know. Both of you deserve a bit of happiness, don’t you think?"

"I tried," Bucky says now, barely looking at you. "I tried making it easier. But you’re so …"

"So what?" you ask hollowly, ignoring the fact that you can feel the tears starting to trickle down your cheeks now. "So pathetic? That’s what this is about, isn’t it? That’s why you asked for the transfer, so you can be rid of me."

"Rid of you?" Bucky starts, but you ignore him.

"You know what, Bucky, fuck you if you think my feelings for you are so much of an inconvenience that you need to leave the state. Silly me for thinking we could be adults about this."

"You’re the one who wouldn’t just tell me."

"Well, now you know anyway and I’m sure once you’re off to Cairo or wherever the fuck they’re going to send you, you can have a big old laugh about the stupid girl who fell in love with you despite the fact that—"

"Love?"

"I mean, obviously?!"

"You … you’re in love … with me?" There’s something very soft and vulnerable in Bucky’s eyes.

"Are we talking about two different phone calls?"

"I thought you hated me."

You huff incredulously. "Why would I hate you?"

"That’s why I gave you space, I thought … but then …" He grabs your hands. "Sweetheart, I’ve been in love with you for years."

It punches the air out of your lungs. "What?"

Bucky’s eyes are devastating as he looks at you, then. "I’m so sorry, I—I got it all wrong, I was just—I thought you know and you didn’t see me like that and that’s why I …"

"You …?" you say, still not quite comprehending what’s going on.

His thumb caresses your knuckles, halting when it makes contact with the ring you’re still wearing. "I'm in love with you," he says quietly.

"I don’t understand," you whisper.

"Please tell me I didn’t fuck this up completely."

This time, you’re the one to lean in.

Where your first kiss in the hallway had been feverish, this one is soft, almost unbelievably sweet, both of you still breathless with the fact that you’re allowed to do this. Finally, it feels like all the pieces are falling into place and you’re home again.

You press closer into him and Bucky smiles against your lips, pulling you in with his hands on your hips just like he did when you were dancing earlier.

The loudspeakers overhead crackle. "Alright, kids, we’re gonna break this up until you’re back in your own quarters, I don’t want to expose FRIDAY to the creation of your sex tape."

You break up with a snort.

"Fuck you, Tony," Bucky shouts, but he’s still smiling as wide as you’ve ever seen him do.

You giggle as you nudge your nose against his, curling your fingers into his hair. "That reminds me, you know."

"Of what?"

"Quick and discrete," you mumble, repeating his words from the hotel. "Title of your sex tape."

Bucky groans and shuts you up again.

(A few years later, you get the ring back.)

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Where I have been?

So it’s been like 3 or 4 months since I posted something and I am so sorry for that. I got out of a toxic relationship and it was not going to well. I am working on myself and writing has just been put on the back burner I still occasionally open up my laptop and write but that’s on a very rare occasion. I am sorry that I haven’t been as active. If I’m gonna be honest I haven’t opened Tumblr in a long time I just finally got the courage again to open it and I am enjoying fanfiction again. So I’ll probably be reading some and reblogging some other creators so stay tuned but my writing will have to wait because I wanna be my best self and give you guys my best work thank you for understanding.

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How about a Bucky x reader: They had been good friends for some time now - if she ever believed in soulmates, then James was hers...They could share and talk about everything, except one - the fact that she was in love with him! One day Bucky asks reader over for some "friendly" advice. He tells that he planned for a date - new clothes, flowers to give, places to go... With her heart internally breaking, she still helps her crush set up the perfect date! Later that day, it knocks on her door...

This is such a good idea… I love this. Also sorry this took so long... I have been really down lately and my motivation to write has been low. This has been fun to write but I think I'm going to take a step back for a little while longer from writing. I'll probably still write here and there and add to my growing list of drafts so until then I will see you guys later. Thank you for all the support. If you want to read anything from me my masterlist is linked.

Fairytale

Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: fluff, 2 idiots in love, Bucky ranting to reader about a new person, sad reader, love at first sight, friends to lovers, readers heartbreaking, kind of a bit of angst, I think that's its

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It had been a regular day. Your life had been going fine. Watching a romantic comedy with one of your close friends for a while now. You had been cuddling on your couch just spending time with him. James Buchanan Barnes had come into your life after a random man at the bar decided it would be a good idea to hit on you. Bucky had elegantly swooped in and saved you from the lewd sexual comments about your body. This of course instantly made you attracted to him but at the time he wasn’t looking for anything serious and you figured with time your feelings would fade.

News flash. They didn’t. Surprisingly getting close with Bucky only made your feelings grow. Those pet names he called you also didn’t help. He knew exactly what to say to call you down and remember small details about you and your life. Like how you liked to blast your music in your headphones whenever your neighbours would fight because of past experiences. Or when you want to be alone you go for a walk around the park usually two or three times because you get so engrossed in your own thoughts that you forget time completely.

In truth, you had fallen hard for Bucky Barnes but he had made it clear in the past that he was interested as friends and if you were being honest you would rather have him as a friend than not at all. Bucky had become your best friend so when he shifted and looked down at you and began to speak you looked up at him. “Hey, doll I need some friendly advice?”

This wasn’t anything new Bucky was still kind of adapting to the modern world. He always needed advice on how to work his tv or his phone even if it was a flip phone. You had bugged him for months on ends to get newer but he stayed true to his flip phone. “Yeah sure, what’s up Buck.”

“Ok well there is this person I like-“ your heart sank. You had helped Bucky with everything but this was a little much. He must have noticed your facial expression change. “Hey, doll are you ok?”

Clearing your throat and pushing away your feeling once again you spoke clearly and with confidence, “Yeah. So tell me about this mystery girl.”

At that, he lit up, “Well it’s actually person. They are amazing. Their smile lights up a room, and the way they laugh has me falling for them all other again, I’m pretty sure I’m in love with them but I am scared to tell them. How would you say you loved someone like that?”

Clearly your throat again and wiping your eyes, “That beautiful Bucky just like that maybe ask them on a date first. Like send the flowers or whatnot and on the card put a little love note with your number or something and tell them to call you. But don’t be creepy about it.”

“Great that's a great idea doll do you wanna help me pick out the flowers,” giving you the puppy eyes he begged. “Please you are always so pretty and I want the flowers I send them to match them and be just as pretty as them.”

Your heart still breaking you replied, “Sure.”

“You wanna do it from here? I mean or we can go to the flower shop down the road?”

“How about we just look at the flowers they offer online then make the bouquet online then you can go pick them out after?” Bucky agreed.

So instead of watching the rest of the movie that was on you two instead picked out flowers for Bucky's mystery date. Once you were done he set off on his merry way to the flower shop down the block and placed the order. Then came back up to your apartment to grab the rest of the things he had left and left with a goodbye and a kiss on the cheek.

You sat there too stunned to speak but instead of dwelling on it, you decided to finish the movie and go back to bed.

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Later that evening you woke up to a knock on your door. You opened it to find Bucky standing there dressed in a navy blue suit, black tie, and white dress shirt. It suit him. It was like he was sculpted by Michelangelo himself. Every individual ridge in his suit was sculpted to fit him exactly right. To highlight his good looks even more.

“Hi,” Bucky spoke first.

“Hi what are you doing here?” You questioned although you had a stutter of hope he was here for you.

“Well I-“ he stuttered, “I was hoping I- uh could uh- take you on a date,” he looked down to his feet and started shuffling around.

Your eyes light up. Was he really asking you this? Was Bucky Barnes asking you on a date? Was this some sort of particle joke he was playing on you for April fools? You checked the calendar on your wall no it wasn't even close to being April. This was real.

"What do you say doll want to give ol' me a chance?" Bucky asked anxiously when you didn't answer right away.

You stood there rooted in your spot. Unable to move Bucky was your dream date, dream boyfriend, everything you wanted. He made you feel safe, loved and cherished all while being your friend, you couldn't imagine what it could be like with him being there as yours. You saw how he treated his other partners in the past. They were always treated with the utmost respect. "Yes."

"Yes?"He questioned with unease.

"Yes," you stood firm on your answer. This was what you had wanted for a long time, "Bucky, it's always been you." That was all you had to say before he swept you into his arms and kissed you until all the air in your lungs was gone and even then he continued to kiss you until the fight for air was far too strong. This was the beginning of your picture-perfect fairytale.

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I was going through the a/b/o tags when I came across your fic “Stay” and I saw the in the warnings you mentioned being new to the a/b/o verse and so there might be some inaccuracies. I just wanted to reassure you, that when it comes to this verse there is no being “inaccurate” or “wrong” trust me! I’ve been in the fandom a long time, and when I was getting started I got the absolute best words of wisdom (if you will lol), which I will now give you. The a/b/o verse is mailable, meaning you can bend and twist and force it to be whatever you like. So long as you keep some of the basics (doesn’t have to be all) that make the a/b/o verse what it is, it’s literally impossible to do it wrong, it can be anything you like. Everyone writes it differently. If there’s something you don’t like about it, remove it, if there’s something you think should be a part of it, add it. It’s all up to you, so do whatever you want with it! 😙♥️

Thank you. I have read plenty a fic that is in the verse I’m still very insecure about my writing tho and I just want to forewarn people who are loyal fans to it and like it a certain way it to be written. But thank you for the encouraging words they mean a lot thank you…

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Stay

Alpha Bucky x Omega reader.

Summary: Your father was a cruel alpha making you believe that you were unlovable so after another night of insomnia you go out for a walk and end up being attacked. Saved just in time by another alpha but not just any alpha your true mate. Do you still believe in them after all of the heartbreaks you have been through?

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: self-hate, insecure!reader, A/B/O dynamics kind of (probably a lot of inaccuracies because I am new to writing it), father figure being mean, harassment, Bucky saving reader from unwanted alpha, brief mention of forced bonding, finding of true mate ig, protective!Bucky, Bucky has a nightmare, insecure!Bucky kind of, going home with random stranger that reader at 3 o'clock in the morning (don't do this kids), kind of nest building (again probably alot of inaccuracies), mention of courting reader ig. Lmk if I missed any.

A/n: Thinking about making this a series let me know what you all think. I don't want to start another series if nobody is gonna interact with it.

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Unclaimed.

Unmated.

Unwanted.

“No one wants you. You’re just a stupid omega. You should just die. Nobody wants you. You’re nearly 30 years old and you’re still unclaimed,” your father's words ring through your head for the millionth time that night. Your father was right, you are an unclaimed 28-year-old omega.

It was around 3 in the morning and you couldn’t sleep. Your thoughts kept you up once again so you decided to go for a walk. Not having much of a destination in mind you start wandering around.

It was unsafe for an unclaimed omega to be wandering around at 3 in the morning. Many alphas would want to take advantage of the poor innocent omega. That was the furthest thing from your mind. You weren’t paying too much attention to your surroundings.

The first thing you pick up on was that your footsteps seem to be echoed as if you were walking down an alley. You were in the middle of a dimly lit road. It was unusual for Manhatten to have such dimly lit roads. Then again you probably have been walking for long enough that you managed to walk to Brooklyn.

A hand from behind you turned you around that’s when you smelt it. Alpha. His scent was disgusting. A mixture of cigarette ash, rotting vegetables, and hints of alcohol on the alpha's breath. You had never smelt an alpha so disgusting most alphas at least had something decent about their scent. This alpha seemed to be everything you didn’t want.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing out here tonight it’s not safe,” the man said. He looked you up and down making you instinctually flinch and cower in on yourself. He let out an appeased sigh.

“I- I’m sorry I- I have to be b-back,” you were stuttering out. The alpha reached out and pulled you in close. He shoved his nose into your neck and inhaled. You must’ve smelt good because he started rocking his hips into you. He then checked for a mating mark. You and him both knew that you didn’t have an alpha and if you did no good alpha would let you out this late.

“Unclaimed hey. How ‘bout we change that?” He smirked.

You whimpered as his breath bared down on the place a bond mark would be if you had one. You then were ripped for the man's hands and into the security of another set of arms. "Back off Rumlow," growls a voice you assume to be the alpha behind you. By the timbre of the voice, it seems to be male. Oh great just what you need another alpha male who thinks he can claim you.

The other alpha who you assume is named Rumlow backs off letting the alpha behind you, have you. This alpha smells very different from Rumlow. He smells of smoke although it's not overpowering. He smells of forests after rainfall but he also smells of gunpowder. It's weird how all of the different smells mix together but it seems to work. Another thing you found strange was that although you have never met this man before he still smelt like home.

The alpha protected you against an alpha believing he could just claim you. He felt safe and warm like you were supposed to be with him. While your hindbrain was screaming at you MATE! MATE! MATE! MATE! you pushed it off. You didn't believe in true mates anymore. You had been broken one too many times to believe in them. Snapping back to reality you noticed the other alpha was long gone and you were no longer encased in the warmth of the other alpha.

"What are you doing out here alone?" The alpha growled at you, probably putting some alpha enforcement behind his words.

You turned around to look at him for the first time since meeting him and you were start struck by what you saw. He was about 6'0, 6'1, he had the most beautiful long locks of brown hair brushed into a man bun at the back of his neck. He was beefy as well. He wore a maroon Henley that fit him well showing off his beefy frame and jeans that clung to his thighs. Immediately you felt arousal but you pushed it down.

"So what were you doing 'mega," he growled again.

The way he said your title just added to your arousal. "I- I couldn't sleep al-" stopping short not knowing if he wanted to be addressed by his title.

"It's not safe for you out here. Come on we are going back to my place because you don't look like you're from around here. We'll put you on a train back to your house tomorrow morning."

You whimpered. The alpha seemed to catch it. “I won’t force anything on you I promise just c'mon gotta get you safe.”

And that was that. You were being herded down the street. Eventually, you reached his apartment building opening the lobby door he allowed you to enter first. Quickly you did with your head down. You were ashamed, you shouldn’t be here you should be back at your parent's house sleeping in your bed. You shouldn’t be walking into an alpha's apartment that you didn’t know.

When you reached his door he opened it, again allowing you to enter first. “Thanks,” you whimpered out. You had been meaning to say it since he saved you.

“It’s no problem. The bedroom is that way you can take the bed I don’t use it. Go ahead, I’ll be out here in the morning I’ll take you to the station and make sure you get on the right train.”

“Right okay, we’ll night.”

The alpha didn’t say anything back just huffed and went to his little corner on the floor. As you traipsed your way to the bedroom and laid down in his bed. But it felt uncomfortable so you got up. Waking back into the main area of the apartment to the kitchen you looked around for the glasses cupboard. opening and closing cupboards trying to be mindful of the sleeping alpha in the next room. Finally, you found the cupboard and grabbed a single one. Walking over to the sink to fill it with water then gulp it down. Silently making your way back to the bedroom hoping you didn't wake the man generous enough to let you spend the night in his home. You went to crawl back into the bed but that was when you heard it. A loud grunt, it sounded like he was in pain. Your hindbrain taking control and rushing to his side. Not knowing what to do you tried waking him.

You nudged him a couple times, his scent turning sour like he was scared. You kept pushing. Nothing was working so you spoke, "Alpha."

He shot right up at his title. His body was coated in a thin layer of sweat his eyes filling with tears quickly before he caught your eye. He blinked a couple times to get rid of the tears. "What is it 'mega?" he asked.

"You were having a nightmare I wanted to help. Sorry I didn't know how," shrinking in on yourself. You looked to the door. "I'll go thank you for bringing me here but I think it's best if I get home," you said as you gathered your things and headed for the door.

You had reached the door before he spoke again, "Stay," pushing off the floor and using some of his alpha tone behind it. " You can't go out right now it isn't safe."

You stood frozen, "I'll be fine. Thank you for your hospitality."

No matter how bad your hindbrain wanted you to stay you had caused enough trouble for this alpha.

"Stay please," he tried again.

It broke your heart, "I don't even know your name. You don't know it's fine I've already put you out enough."

Turning again to leave you heard the weakened voice say, "Bucky."

"What?"

"Bucky, that's my name. It's Bucky."

You turned to face him once more. Actually taking time to admire him. Although he was a bit sweaty from the nightmare he had just experienced he was very good-looking. Scars ran along his entire body but most noticeably around his left shoulder where his shoulder connected to a metal prosthesis. He was a very beautiful man. He smelt so fucking good.

"Please stay," he whimpered out like a wounded pup.

Still fighting with the anxiety of what your father said earlier on you fight more. "I- I have bothered you enough.”

Bucky looked at you, tears filling his eyes he let out a pained, “‘mega please stay. You aren’t bothering me.” He tried again seeing you not really wanting to leave.

That when you conceded he seemed so broken. “I’ll stay, al-“ you stopped yourself short.

Bucky’s had picked up on the way you naturally wanted to call him alpha. How you naturally gravitated to him even though you had wanted to leave. He didn’t want you to leave. You had this effect on him. He hadn’t felt this type of affection ever. He had gotten close to it with Dot but never fully and truly mated. He told himself after the war he would make an honest alpha out of himself settle down with Dot even if she wasn’t his true mate. But here he was whimpering like a pup to an omega he just met a couple hours prior.

You slowly started walking back towards him. Instead of laying down with him, you went to the bedroom. He suppressed a whine from the distance but it made sense. You had just met him but his super-soldier hearing picked up on the small whine you let out. Almost inaudible to the regular alpha but not him. He got up and followed your steps to the bedroom knocking on the frame as to not scare you.

“Bucky,” you whipped around. “Do you want the bed? Cause I can sleep on the couch if you want? It’s no trouble really.”

“No doll, I was wondering if we could,” he stopped to think about this, then decided against it. “Nevermind have a goodnight doll.”

You whimpered you hoped he’d ask to cuddle you, so instead, you got the courage, “Bucky could you uh. Could you cuddle me please?”

Bucky's heart leapt out of his chest were you really asking him to cuddle. He then realized his long pause as your anxiety seemed to build so he quickly answered, “Nothing would be better,” and with that, he let you slide in first and then he proceeded to ask for permission to enter the somewhat of a nest you had made although not very formal in its design he still felt that he had must ask permission to enter this omega safe space even if it’s just for one night. You nodded hastily and pulled the covers back for him to slide in. He laid down on his back. That’s when you surprised him and wiggled your way into his arms and laid your head right above his heartbeat and close your eyes.

“Night alpha.”

He looked down at you with all the affection, “Night ‘mega.”

And that’s when he knew that you were his beginning, his middle, and his end. His forever. He would talk to you when morning like broke ask to court you and hope you would let him.

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So I currently struggling with lack of motivation so my request and other drafts are being put off I had this one done so I just briefly edited it and figured I would give you something to read. Uhh I hoped you enjoyed. I am sorry it’s a bit shorter. Love you all and thank you for the support.

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No problem I absolutely loved this it was greattttttt❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰 you deserve everything good❤️❤️❤️❤️ and don’t let any negative comments drag you down because you are an amazing writer❤️❤️❤️

My Devotion

Mob!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: The one where Bucky doesn’t take your breakup well.

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Mentioned Infidelity, Smut, Kidnapping, Language, Possessive Bucky. 10k words. It’s a long one. Bucky tries to have his cake and eat it too. It’s a lot of terrible mobster activity and behavior, but with a happy ending.

“It’s just business, doll.” James sneered, barely looking up from his scotch. “It didn’t mean anything.”

Christ, you hated him.

You hated his prowess and the dark, bored look in his eye. You hated how detached he had become.

“You know what? Go. Have your fun.” You all but growled out, pointing a finger at him from across the table. “Go on and sleep with every broad this side of the Mississippi. But don’t expect me to be here waiting up for you.”

He stilled, looking at you with an ire you had never seen. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end.

“I never asked you to.” He spoke flatly, clearly knocking you off your center. “Go home. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

The nerve. To deride you after everything.

“Don’t bother.”

You turned, walking to the door with a huff. With one last glance you watched as his stormy eyes moved back down to his pictures, nursing his glass.

“I can’t do this anymore, James.”

Your voice dropped, your energy deflated, but you knew he was listening by the quip in his lip. You never called him James. Not once.

“Goodbye, good luck, and good riddance.”

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cold fingers, warm hands

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: in past relationships, you've always been told you were too much when they called it quits. then you find the perfect man, and you don't want to mess that up too.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: relationship/personal insecurities, wee bit of angst if you would even call it that (talks of a breakup), swearing, suggestive language and i think that's it. pls notify me of any warnings i overlooked.

a/n: here’s a bit of a winter drabble. im in the cozy, cuddly mood & i wanted to get this out. i hope y’all enjoy! my inbox is always open for your sweet, perfect, and filthy ideas. also, the summary thing is new?? i just haven't updated my masterlist and am lazy lol. this is for all the peeps out there who have been told by their ridiculous and stupid exes that they're "too much." you're never too much. you are just the right about for someone who truly loves you.

minors dni.

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We should talk.

It was a simple text message from Bucky. Three words. Three fuckin' words that made goosebumps rise on your skin. You chewed at the green Starbucks stopper and uncrossed your legs from your comfortable position on the couch.

You've been all the right things -- you thought. Answering his text messages at an appropriate time (not within five minutes since it was received). You didn't babble on dates and made it know just a little bit of you at a time.

When you two slept together for the first time, you left in the early morning by just leaving a kiss on his lips. You didn't stay to make or enjoy breakfast. You put your own clothes back on. You didn't contact him until the next day.

You were sure you were doing everything right. Or at least doing the opposite of what your exes said was just too much.

okay.

should i come to your place?

Shit. Your nerves about his text message got to you and you didn't filter out how ridiculous it was to double-text. You also didn't filter out how inappropriate it was to invite yourself to his. You're killing a relationship that has just started.

No. I'll come to yours.

Shit, times two.

Still a bit anxious, you replied quickly, already breaking one of your rules:

when should i expect you?

Bucky had come into your life a couple of months ago. It's been good or what you thought was good. He was sweet, patient, attentive, and made sure you felt good (all around). You knew after the first date, he was the one. Then you got all in your head. It was too soon to think that. He would think you were desperate. You couldn't be more into this than he was. So you sat back a little and let the relationship be.

Yeah, you thought it was going good.

Then he sent you that text message on a Friday night, you wish you were spending in bed with him. Stop.

Just talked to Fred for bit. See you soon.

Fred. Your doorman.

Oh.

You jumped up, almost knocking over your tea. Double-checking that you didn't have any stains on your jumper, you smacked your lips at the tiny hole on your yoga pants.

But maybe changing your entire outfit would be a red flag, a little much to Bucky. The lazy and effortless wear was perfect for someone who didn't want to seem like they were trying too hard.

God, this suppression of your full self was getting hard.

You were combing the ends of your braids when there was a knock on your door. You let a little yelp escape you but swallow it down as your head to the door.

With a deep breath, you twist the doorknob and there he is.

Bucky was sporting a soft smile and a raincoat. You then took notice of the sound of rain hitting your windows and let Bucky in quickly. He shook off his boat and set them on the towel you kept folded by the door for that exact reason.

"Hi, sweetheart." He said. You got a whiff of his warm cologne and a slight citrus scent. The tip of his nose was a little red and you could tell he was a little cold. He must have walked most of the journey here because the subway stop was just across the street and there's just no way he would be this cold from that short walk.

You wanted to ask why he didn't take the train all the way to you? Why did he decide to walk? Why did he walk in the rain?

But you kept it all to yourself and just let him warm up on your couch. He made himself comfortable, grabbing the throw you kept in the living room, to toss over his legs. Meanwhile, you poured him a glass of water and offered him so hot chocolate.

He declined the latter and drink his full glass of water before speaking again.

"Maybe I should just get it out and say it, huh?" There was a small laugh on his breath.

Here it comes. The most perfect guy breaking up with you. Of course, you would mess that up. You always do.

"Are you-- do you want to break up with me?"

No, it wasn't you asking that. It was the perfect guy. Bucky Barnes. In a navy blue hoodie and sinful gray sweatpants, was asking you if you wanted to break up with him.

What?

So you said it aloud.

"What?"

"I mean," Bucky coughed," You just don't seem-- Fuck, I don't want to say the wrong thing... You just don't seem all that interested. I don't you to feel like you have to date me."

Your heartfelt like it was going to just beat out of your chest. If you could throw up in his lap, you would.

"What?" Is all you could say.

"I'm saying this wrong, aren't I?" Bucky's smile was uncomfortable and small," Are you into this? Us? Do you want to end it? Sometimes it feels like I bore you-"

"-No!" You almost screamed. Bucky's eyes widened and you were sure it wasn't from your volume but rather the fact that you didn't want to end this," I really like you, Bucky. I really, really like you." You cringed at yourself, hoping he wouldn't take that the wrong way.

He just smiled.

No, he actually grinned really big.

"Okay, okay. That's good," Bucky nibbled at his lip," But just answer this for me. Why are you so, I don't know, away from me all the time. If you want to slow things down, we can." Bucky's eyes were so innocent, so hopeful.

It's been clicking the entire conversation but to just hear Bucky say that, you knew you had to say something.

"I only know like your siblings' names and that you performed in a talent show when you were like 12," Bucky laughed," I want to get to know you. Why won't you let me get to know you?"

You were silent for a few moments before you felt a wave of tears manifest themselves. You scooted away from Bucky's outstretched hands and sniffled up.

"I've been told," You started. Deep breaths.

"I've been told I can be a lot. Crazy sometimes. I just," You shuttered, another rush of emotion coming on," I just didn't want to do that with you."

"Too much?" Bucky scooted closer to you," You could never be too much because sweetheart, I don't think I could ever get enough of you."

That made you sob. You couldn't stop Bucky's arms from wrapping around you and sinking you down into the couch. He left small kisses up and down your neck, then pressed his lips to your wet cheeks.

"Talk to me, beautiful. Talk to me."

"I can't," You don't even know how those words came out. You couldn't stop crying. Your throat burned. Your face was hot. You weren't sad. God, no.

You were relieved.

"Don't hold back on me," Bucky said," Don't hide away parts of you. I want them all. I want every single bit."

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Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.

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Just yes❤️❤️❤️🥺🥺🥺🥺🤤🤤

knight in shining armour

synopsis: when a valentines date from hell makes y/n rethink all her life choices, a knight in shining armour is there to save her. or a knight with a shining metal arm.

warnings/tags: sexism, asshole date, fem!reader using she/her pronouns

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

taglist: @sp1deys @inu1gf ( send and ask to be added )

author’s notes: happy valentines day everyone!! i am still single and wishing everyone who is in a happy relationship the absolute worst! (joke)

IMPORTANT : I JUST WANT TO SAY AFTER RECEIVING A HATE ANON I THINK BASED ON THIS ONESHOT.. I OBVIOUSLY DO NOT SUPPORT THE SEXIST VIEWS, NOR AM I MISOGYNISTIC??? if u don’t like reading things where sexism is involved so not interact with this, it is clearly tagged!

honestly, the fact that her date was almost twenty minutes late should have been the first red flag that told y/n to get the hell out of there and run home, but she decided to give the man the benefit of the doubt and stick around, after all not everyone was perfect. but.. the man had never apologised for being late, which left a sour taste in y/n’s mouth.

“so what will you have to drink, dear?” henry, the man she had matched with on tinder asked, opening a drinks menu.

“i’ve never been here before, what do you recommend?” y/n smiled, opening her own drinks menu.

“oh, well a lady should always drink a glass of wine on a date,” henry scoffed at her question.

“uhm, i much prefer to drink beer..” y/n’s face contorted into an expression that only had disgust and frustration on it because of the man’s sexist remarks.

“oh, don’t be ridiculous! a lady should never drink beer, it’ll make you gain weight!” he looked away from y/n, who had rolled her eyes at him. he began snapping his fingers, “waiter! waiter!”

“oh my god.” y/n mumbled, covering her face with one of her hands in embarrassment.

“we have been here for.. what? five minutes? no one has asked us for drinks,” henry scoffed.

“right, very sorry about that, sir, it is a busy night.”

“oh, it’s fine, don’t worry about it at all,” y/n smiled at the man, who was taking their order.

“thank you, ma’am,” the waiter had a look of relief on his face, realising that you weren’t some snobby bitch that treated waiters like the scum of the earth.

“i will have a pint of corona beer and the lady will have a glass of the finest white wine that you have,” henry smiled at y/n, who just awkwardly smiled back, slightly uncomfortable with him now.

“so.. henry,” the way that y/n said his name was full of bitterness, but henry was too far up his own ass that he couldn’t tell, “what do you do for work?”

“please, you aren’t interested in that, women hate business talk at the table,” he waved his hand at her.

“well, i am interested, not all women are the same, henry.” y/n smiled, but the smile was anything but nice, it had a certain edge to it that anyone could tell that y/n was upset. except henry of course.

“well, if you insist, dear,” he cleared his throat, “i am a lawyer, i work for one of the biggest law firms in the state, all boring stuff.”

“that is actually really interesting, what type of law do you specialise in?” y/n questioned.

“criminal law.” henry smiled.

“that sounds fascinating,” y/n was now genuinely interested for the first time on the date.

“well, i guess for someone who probably doesn’t work, any job does sound fascinating,” he laughed, as the waiter had returned with the drinks.

“excuse me?” y/n furrowed her eyebrows, “i do work.”

“yeah? what do you do? nanny or maid?” he asked, taking a sip from his beer.

“i work in the medical field, thank you very much, not every woman ends up a housewife.” y/n scoffed, completely done with the date mentally.

“woah, no need to be feisty, dear! so, you’re a nurse, that must be nice.”

“doctor.”

“sorry, what?”

“i am a doctor, henry, not a nurse.”

“oh, well.. i apologise… erm, shall we see what there is to eat?” he coughed awkwardly, opening a menu.

“excuse me, ma’am,” a man tapped on y/n’s shoulder and she turned to look up at the man. he had short brown hair and the most beautiful blue eyes that she had ever seen.

“yes?” she smiled politely at the man.

“there’s a phone call for you, they say it’s an emergency.”

“oh, it must be work, i’ll be back in a few minutes, henry.” y/n stood up, tucking her chair into the table and following the man to the back of the restaurant.

“where’s.. the phones?” y/n looked around.

“there’s no phone call, i don’t even work here,” the man laughed, “i just couldn’t help but listen to the way he talked to you, if you want to leave just say that you got called into the hospital and i can drop you off at your home.”

y/n smiled at the stranger and let out a chuckle, “thank you… i don’t think i could go another minute on this date without strangling him.”

“no problem, doll,” he smiled back, “i’ll wait for you at the front.”

“wait, could i get your name?” y/n put a hand on his shoulder, before he could walk away.

“james buchanan barnes, everyone calls me bucky.”

“thank you, bucky.”

“and your name?”

“y/n l/n.”

“beautiful name for a beautiful lady,” he winked before making his way through the restaurant and right out the front doors. y/n shook her head, a smile on her face at the mysterious man that had saved her.

“if he kidnaps me, at least he’s hot,” y/n muttered to herself, making her way back to the table she was seated at with henry.

“heyy, sorry.. i’m going to have to cut this short, just got a call from the hospital, they need me in surgery as soon as possible,” y/n gathered her things, which wasn’t much.. just her purse and her phone.

“oh, that’s a shame, i’d love to meet again, i’ll call you,” he smiled, making y/n sigh.

“yeah, yeah, sure, see ya!” y/n rushed out the front doors and let out a sigh of relief as the cold air nipped at her shoulders. y/n looked around and spotted her knight in shining armour on a motorcycle, waving her over.

“thank you so much for this, bucky.” y/n smiled, but quickly stared at the man on the bike in front of her, “you aren’t kidnapping me, are you?”

bucky’s eyebrows furrowed and he let out a laugh, “no, doc, i’m not kidnapping you.”

“are you sure?” y/n raised an eyebrow at him suspiciously, but obviously she was just teasing her.

“you sound like you want me to kidnap you, darling,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “let me take you out to eat, anythin’ you want, doll.”

“you always save women from their bad dates?” y/n smirked at bucky.

“only the ones that are beautiful doctors,” he winked, “what do you want to eat, anything, it’s on me.”

“you really know the way into a woman’s heart.. hmm.. you like sushi?” y/n asked, rubbing her arms slightly.

“love it, i know this great place near where i live, get on,” he pat on the back of his bike, handing her his helmet.

“is it too late to mention i am terrified of motorcycles?” y/n slipped onto the back of the bike and wrapped her arms around his waist. bucky just let out a laugh in response and slipped his key into the ignition.

“oh dear god, take me back to the awful date, i hate these bikes!” y/n squeezed her arms around his waist, terrified that if she held him any looser that she would fly off the back.

“don’t worry, it’ll be okay, doll,” bucky reassured her, “just hold on tight and we’ll be there before you know it.”

“i’ll kill you if i fall off!”

“i’ve always wanted to die at the hands of a beautiful woman.”

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Ok so warnings this is smut. NORMALLY I don’t reblog just one shots with smut but this was crafted with so much perfection that I just ahhh… I loved every single part of this from the pain and heartache of not knowing if it would end with sadness but ahh it was perfect. I mean this is truly a masterpiece in its own right I beg of you please please please read this and reblog it. It needs to be seen by everyone honestly I love it. It perfect just ahhh I could go on and on about this forever and I already have so I won’t take up much more of your time because you should be reading this but ahhh❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰🥰 BEAUTIFUL THANK YOU TO THE WRITER. MWAH❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

My Devotion

Mob!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: The one where Bucky doesn’t take your breakup well.

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Mentioned Infidelity, Smut, Kidnapping, Language, Possessive Bucky. 10k words. It’s a long one. Bucky tries to have his cake and eat it too. It’s a lot of terrible mobster activity and behavior, but with a happy ending.

“It’s just business, doll.” James sneered, barely looking up from his scotch. “It didn’t mean anything.”

Christ, you hated him.

You hated his prowess and the dark, bored look in his eye. You hated how detached he had become.

“You know what? Go. Have your fun.” You all but growled out, pointing a finger at him from across the table. “Go on and sleep with every broad this side of the Mississippi. But don’t expect me to be here waiting up for you.”

He stilled, looking at you with an ire you had never seen. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end.

“I never asked you to.” He spoke flatly, clearly knocking you off your center. “Go home. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

The nerve. To deride you after everything.

“Don’t bother.”

You turned, walking to the door with a huff. With one last glance you watched as his stormy eyes moved back down to his pictures, nursing his glass.

“I can’t do this anymore, James.”

Your voice dropped, your energy deflated, but you knew he was listening by the quip in his lip. You never called him James. Not once.

“Goodbye, good luck, and good riddance.”

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Ahhhhh everything about this. Just how nonchalant gorgeous is. Ahhhh this man holds my heart. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ please take me away

I saw a tiktok abt bikers and their patches and there’s one that said protected by instead of property of and I just thought abt Biker Bucky and someone just either not noticing the big patch or not caring and Bucky “sorting” them out.

Some guy thought he could hit on you in front of Bucky. He saw the way Bucky followed you around the grocery store, holding your bags while you shopped.

He assumed Bucky was weak because of how he doted on you. The second Bucky left to grab your grapes, he sauntered up to you.

Invading your space, breathing his musty breath in your face while touching your patch, protected by James, with his grimey fingers. "Babydoll, you need a real man to protect you,"he starts with a smirk.

You don't even let him finish his question before you're saying no.

He leans back, brows raised as if he's shocked and calls you a bitch.

Before you can respond, you hear Bucky. "What the fuck did you call her?"

His deep, very calm voice has a grin spreading across your face but when you turn around you shiver.

Bucky is furious, neck veins bulging, nostrils flaring and his large tattooed hand is curling into a fist. You can't lie, you're getting wet the longer you look at him.

You scoot to the side, plucking your bag of grapes out of his other hand and wait.

Bucky steps up to him, his boots pressing into the other guys shoe and he leaned down. "What did you call my queen?"

He looks around meeting your eyes and you know his false bravado is going to get up him fucked up. "Man, fuck you and your little bi-"

Bucky laughs, startling the guy as wraps his arm around his shoulder, pulling him into his side. "Gorgeous?" He called out as he drags the man down the aisle.

You pop a grape into your mouth. "Yeah?"

"Gimme five minutes."

"I'll be in the milk aisle."

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Based on actual events

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you want me to believe in canon? the thing that killed all my comfort characters?

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Alphas only brought trouble.

The only thing they are good for is bringing their Omegas pain and forced submission. They were dangerous, reckless and cruel. There wasn’t an ounce of kindness in any of them.  

She didn’t need an Alpha and she certainly didn’t believe in that True Mates fairytale. That was just some fabricated fable Alphas made up to trick innocent doe-eyed Omegas. She wasn’t going to fall for that.  

Not again.

No Alpha would ever get her to believe that love truly exists.

And then, James Buchanan Barnes walked into her life.

Chapter 1 - Wrong Choices & What Ifs 

Chapter 2 - As Black as Night 

Chapter 3 - Missing You & Me

Chapter 4 - Whiskey Isn’t Strong Enough 

Chapter 5 - I Don’t Feel a Thing 

Chapter 6 - Imprinting on You 

Chapter 7 - Guess Some Things Never Change 

Chapter 8 - Old Wounds Never Heal 

Chapter 9 - Light As a Feather 

Chapter 10 - I’m Only Perfect Because of You 

Chapter 11 - You’ve Had My Heart  

Chapter 12 - I Can’t Live Without You

Chapter 13 - When You smile 

Chapter 14 - I Want to Love You 

Chapter 15 - All My Stars 

Chapter 16 - Only the Heavens Know

Chapter 17 - Past Calls You to Run 

Chapter 18 - Holding a Losing Hand

Chapter 19 - Poison In My Blood  

Chapter 20 - Playing With Fire

Chapter 21 - Burn

Epilogue: Stardust & Fairytales 

Extras: 

Kitties & Bumps - Oneshot 

Theme tune: Let You Love Me

Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader AU

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Anxious

Bucky x Reader

Summary: It had been a rough day. Work was exhausting and life had just been absolutely draining. You and Bucky hadn’t been talking much recently. He was busy with college. He had gotten into Yale. He was going to achieve his dreams. Of course, it hurt when he had to leave and the distance was a pain to deal with but you were happy for him. But today was stinging a little more than normal.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: loss of sobriety, drunk reader, nothing real descriptive but mentions a panic attack, bad day at work, crying, party scene kind of, an unhealthy coping mechanism (drinking), mentions of killing yourself (via alcohol poisoning),

A/n: So this started out as me just writing this because I had a rough day then some other stuff happened and I spiralled so it ended up becoming way longer than intended. The end kind of seems rushed but I don't know I kinda of like it.

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It had been a rough day. Work was exhausting and life had just been absolutely draining. You and Bucky hadn’t been talking much recently. He was busy with college. You were proud of him of course. He had gotten into Yale. He was going to achieve his dreams. Of course, it hurt when he had to leave and the distance was a pain to deal with but you were happy for him. But today was stinging a little more than normal.

You had gotten your midterm final marks back today and you didn’t do as well as expected. So you had a slight panic attack about that then your boss yelled at you when you got into work for no apparent reason except for the fact that he was having a shitty day as well. Then about halfway into your shift, you were carrying a college kid's coffee to him when some old lady bumped into you spilling the hot liquid all over you. Then she dared to say that it was your fault. You bit your tongue and took it as the natural people pleaser. So you make the man drink again after changing. You bring him his coffee and when you set it down he begins catcalling you but you brush it off as you learned to do at a young age. The rest of your shift goes without a hitch and by the time you clock out all you want to do is go back to your apartment and crash.

Climbing the stairs to your apartment feels endless. When you reach your floor you pull out your keys and go to unlock the door but find it unlocked. “Great,” you think your apartment was unlocked all day. Stepping into your apartment something felt different. That’s when you felt hands slide around your waist. You whipped around, ready to hit the offender. “Oh it’s was just Bucky. Wait It’s Bucky,” your internal monologue was speaking going a mile a minute. You wrapped your arms around him. Kissing and hugging him.

“Hey doll,” his sweet voice melted away one of the worst days you had. His soft touch on your skin was beautiful and delicate. “So I was thinking we could go out to a party tonight. Steve heard I was back in town and was going to throw a party,” you really didn’t want to be that partner who told your boyfriend he couldn’t go to a party just because you didn’t want to.

“Oh, I got stuff I need to do. I’m sorry you can go,” you lied expertly.

“Please doll, we haven't seen much of each other, and the party would be boring without you,” Bucky pleaded, using those gorgeous stupid blue eyes.

“Ok fine but I got work tomorrow, so we have to leave early” relenting you went to go get changed for this party.

In truth, it was just a smaller group of people getting together at a nightclub and all drinking, or at least when you say small you meant nearly 50 people and then adding more people who you didn’t know it was like there were about 100 people you didn’t know most of which Steve had invited.

You only had just got there and you already wanted to leave. You stuck it out for Bucky because he was having a great time. So you went to the end of the bar. Hiding away in the little corner the bartender feeding you dozens of drinks. At first, it was only club sodas and water, but it slowly became more and more alcoholic drinks. Your year-long sobriety going down the drain

By the time Bucky had noticed your lack of a presence, you were already more than a little tipsy edging on the way to full wasted. Everything had just begun to be too much. So like the usual unhealthy coping mechanism you drank. You drank to the excess and each drink kept coming. So when Bucky came sliding up next to you at the bar you had immediately said, "I have a boyfriend."

He just chuckled and said, "I know."

You recognized that voice it was the voice of your boyfriend. "Buckyyyyy," you drew out his name."

"I think you 'ave had enough doll," he said trying to take the glass away.

"What no, I'm good you don't have to take it away," you held the drink protectively.

Bucky knew your past. He should've known not to leave you alone for too long. Especially in a crowded bar where the music was blasting and there were a bunch of people you didn't know, but he had been wrapped up in everyone there and this was his free time. He needed to get you out of here. If he didn't you would either drink until you were blackout drunk or until you killed yourself. He knew you feel like shit tomorrow, not from the hangover but your relapse. This time you had been sober it was your longest ever. He was proud of you but it had been ruined by Bucky. He knew when they were going to a club he should've said no. He should've said that he was staying home with you, and if he was dragged along he should've stuck by your side, but he failed you. "C'mon doll let's go," It wasn't a suggestion it was more an order framed as a question.

"No this is your party. I'm sorry. I'll go, I ruined it for you."

You stumble out and off the chair before Bucky could catch you. Pulling your phone out to call an uber. Tears filled your eyes, you ran into a wall of muscle. Looking up you saw Steve. Immediately you looked down at the floor and quickly made your way out the bar mumbling an apology to Steve. Not listening to Bucky's cries to wait.

"Steve, nice party but I gotta go. I'm sorry. It's Y/n I don't want 'em getting hurt," Bucky rushed out as he bolted for the door. By the time he caught up to you, you were swaying on the curb waiting for the car you order.

Bucky slid up beside you placing his arm around you to steady you. You leaned in a bit when you smelled his familiar scent. "I'm sorry, I ruined your party," your speech slurred, finally letting the tears out.

Bucky pulled you in closer. Stroking your head carefully giving you tons of forehead kisses. "No, no doll it's my fault I wanted to spend tonight with you but Steve insisted I come he had this all booked. The moment he heard that I was coming back. I wanted to spend tonight with you but I kept getting pulled in all sorts of directions," your car came and you got in Bucky following close behind. "That still is no excuse for abandoning you. I am so sorry."

Tears filled your eyes. You were sober for a year before this. One whole year. You were full-on sobbing now. The whole day just catching up with you. You couldn't seem to calm yourself down and every attempt lead to you being more and more agitated. You were close to having a panic attack, Bucky could see. Slowly at first, he started tracing small little simple designs into your skin. He encouraged you to trace them and you did. You started coming down from your panic attack each design drawn brought you further down. The ride back to your apartment was a quiet one.

When you got home you took off your shoes and made the short walk to your room and crashed in your bed.

With the uber tipped and paid for Bucky followed you up the stairs and into your apartment as well Straightening your shoes because he knew you would be upset with yourself already enough tomorrow you didn't need that on your mind as well. Locking the door and walking to your bedroom he made sure to grab you a glass of water and some pain meds putting them on your bedside table. He got in beside you. Giving you enough room so you two weren't touching he wouldn't cuddle with you unless you reached for him and normally you did.

By the time you woke up in the morning, Bucky was already up and had called into work for you. He had made food for you. He felt terrible about the night before but he powered through because right now you needed him more than he needed your consolation.

You woke up with a terrible headache, remembering you had work today you jumped and ran into your living room to find your work clothes, instead of finding them you found Bucky. "I already called in for you doll," his sweet voice explained, "Come eat some food and then we can talk about last night. So you wandered over to your kitchen counter and began to eat. Talking about last night and how you were "lead" to drinking about your bad day the previous day. By the end of it, Bucky just came over and hooked his arms around hugging you tightly.

"I'm sorry baby, do you wanna watch movies and cuddle today?"

"I guess," and you did. The previous day was exhausting but you would always pull through with Bucky by your side. "I love you."

"I love you too doll."

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THANK YOUUUU❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😘😘😘😘😭😭😭😭😭 I hope this was a good Valentine’s Day present.

Time will Tell part 2

Summary: One late night and a knock on your door is what started all this maybe if you hadn't opened your door that night you wouldn't be dealing with the consequences of the feelings you have for the one and only Sam Wilson.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Morning sickness, disapproving parents (brief mention), some minor swearing, talk of protection and sex, insecure!reader, alcohol consumption while pregnant ik you ain't supposed to a tad bit of yelling, scared!Sam not related to the yelling,

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It had been six months since you finally stood up to John. Six months of getting up every morning and running straight to the bathroom. The doctor had said that morning sickness was normal for the first trimester but it now was your second trimester and still, nothing had yet to change. You wanted to reach out to your mom but that bridge was long burned.

That bridge like many other was burnt in the fire along with all your other family relations. You had no connection to your family. They wanted nothing to do with you. For nearly eighteen years you were their perfect child to dress up and show around town. They had loved John but didn’t approve of you two getting married saying that two eighteen-year-olds weren’t old enough to make the decision to find their life partner yet. Well they were right now you were six months pregnant and morning sickness carried through.

You were lucky Sam was there. He had moved in about a month after running back and forth between his apartment and your apartment. His was just a small bachelor pad so it just made sense that he move in with you.

One morning was especially bad. Sam had just gotten back from his morning run when he found you puking up the breakfast he had made for you before he went out.

"Hey sweetheart, how are you doing?" He asked with such concern you would've sworn he had feelings.

Unable to respond back he came and held your hair for you. It didn't help much but it was greatly appreciated. By the time you were done your stomach was as bare as a desert. "Thank you."

"It's no problem sugar. You know I'd do anything for you," smiling softly at you he said.

He was perfect but to your luck even if he was at home most nights he would still occasionally go on dates because his sister set him up on random dates. But each time it would break your heart more and more. He was going to be the father figure for your child and yet he was still going out on these dates. You were hurt because although at the beginning of this he was just a really good friend just helping you out. Putting his life on hold for you a relative stranger to who he had grown closer to in the past six months it was hard not to fall for him.

Everything he seemed to do was perfect. So when he would get all dressed up for his dates and ask you how he looked you would answer the same each time. "You look magnificent. Make sure to wear protection, don't need you leaving me because you got another girl pregnant, now do I?" He would just laugh it off and kiss your cheek and respond back with, "Not gonna happen sugar, I got all I need here." No matter how hard you tried to forget about that you just couldn't most nights you would stay awake thinking about that. You were all he needed. No that didn't make much sense because although these were dates his sister set him up on he still went on them. He dressed his best and still came back at eleven o'clock sharp. Went straight to his room undressed and changed into what seemed to be comfier clothes and watched movies with you into the late-night, early morning.

This little crush was getting too far out of hand. You could barely function like a normal human being around him and your insecurities were getting the better of you. That he would change his mind, that he would leave you and the baby alone, that he would find a better person out there for him. Someone prettier, someone who wasn't pregnant with their exes child. You weren't worthy of Sam anyways. You were just one lonely human being on this planet pregnant with your exes child.

One night you had a little too much wine while Sam was on one of his dates. You were sitting alone on the couch watching Netflix but not truly paying attention to the actors on screen when he came home. He called out for you scanning the room for you only to find you on the couch the bottle of wine in front of you and your long-forgotten class on the table, tear track running down your face. Rushing towards you he took the bottle of wine from your hands setting it gently on the coffee table in front of you, then sitting on it.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" concern lacing his tone.

"I don' wan' 'ou goin' ou' on dates," you have always had no filter when you're drunk so you try and not to drink too often.

"Ok, so I won't, no more dates," he firmly states.

"No, I mea' I wan' to be the 'ne 'ou take me on one."

"So I will how about this Friday? You get all dressed up and I'll treat you like royalty," he offered with full sincerity in his eyes.

"NO, NO, NO, I WAN' ALL OF IT," you whined. "I love 'ou."

Sam was shocked. He swore his heart dropped out of his chest and was in his stomach. He always had butterflies around you since that first night you opened up your door to him at three in the morning. That day you looked beautiful and he knew he would do anything to protect you and if that meant just being there for your pregnancy that was enough for him, but now you just confessed you loved him, much like he loved you. He realized he had been quiet for a while so he leaned forward to crash your lips together but pulled back, "Can I kiss you?" You vehemently nodded. Not holding back anymore he crashed his lips against yours. Pouring all of his unsaid and pent-up feelings for you he has been harbouring for six months. He pulled away slowly you whined chasing his lips, he laughed a little bit. "I love you too."

You smiled. A pure genuine smile. Nothing was better than having your feelings reciprocated. You were in love with Sam Wilson and he loved you back and you were about to have a child with him. he may not be the biological father you knew that he would be the best damn father in the world. No matter how much you wished you could kiss him again you were getting tired. So you carefully stood up and headed to your room.

Sam sat there for a second before chasing after you, hoping that the kiss wasn't too much and that you were ok. "Sweetheart!" chasing faster after you. "Where are you going?"

"Bed," you simply said. Sam was fquietor a minute then you realized what you had done. "Oh shit sorry Sam. The kiss was great and besides you know what I'm like with wine I get spacey. I am so sorry. Come to bed with me."

Sam stood stunned but eventually followed you in the room getting in bec with you and wrapping his arms tightly around you. "Don't scare me like that sugar. I love you and that not going to change. You are my world and I hope one day I see you walking down the aisle and maybe then we can have some kids of our own, but until then I will love this little guy till the end of time," he spoke softly in your ear as you drifted off into peaceful sleep.

You were safe, Sam was safe, and the past no longer mattered. It was only here and now. thinking back to the night he held you in his arms promising that he would be here for you. Time really did tell and you liked what it was telling you.