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[nanikio]

Could u write a enemies to lovers with Bucky and reader after a mission back in a safe house some where cold and reader tends to buckys wounds?

Feel free to ignore I just love ur writing!

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A/n Thank you sweet!!!! I loveeeee some enemies to lovers, some hidden pinning aswell!! I hope you like what i come up with <3

Warnings- enemies to lovers, some arguing, them both being in denial, angst, fluff, minor injury, blood mention.

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Cold nights

Bucky x reader

The plan was simple. Get in. Get the intel, and get out.

But it was also buckys plan, which meant you should have known better.

That how you’ve ended up stumbling through freezing conditions with red drops staining the perfect snow beneath your feet, a strong smell of smoke lingering in your hair and your body littered in dust from the once standing building.

Buckys strong figure storming off infront of you, his body much more used to the bitter conditions you both were facing. He was seething, unaware of your condition behind him, his mind racing as he re lived what went wrong, you differing from his ‘perfect’ plan.

Realistically it was neither of your fault, theyre was an ambush, and no back up plan, foolish really. But everyone thought it was long abandoned, the old walls forgotten about, the smashed up labs and containment facilities shut down, files that were left were ripped up or burnt leaving behind crumbles of ash in there place.

You were both lucky to be alive. But unfortunately barnes didn’t see it like that, his vision clouded by your ‘reckless’ actions and impulsive decisions.

His larger boots crushing footprints into the crisp snow, you trailing behind them following them like a guide as he stomps further into the distance muttering to him self under his breath.

Your arms hugged around your self, face grimacing at the pain that bloomed through your side shot through you, the cold damp side of your tactical suit soaking in blood sticking to your skin underneath.

“Hurry the fuck up” he barked from in front, the anger obvious in his tone. Not caring to look back at you he powered forward, hating the way the snow began to settle onto his suit.

His words sounded distant, blurry almost, you brows furrowed as you turned your ear slightly towards him, before you could ask what he said your vision was the next to go, a tunnel of dark invaded the white snow, your eyes fluttering shut as you fell to the ground, your body giving up beneath you.

The sound of your body hitting the snow was muffled,swallowed by the thick blanket of snow beneath you, you don’t register the sharp crunch of boots pivoting back towards you.

“Hey-“ buckys voice cut through the numb haze, sharper now, stripped of the cold indifference hed been carrying. A gloved hand gripped your shoulder, shaking once, twice. Harder. “Stay with me.”

Your lashing fluttering shut against your face brushing the very tip of your cheek.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, but this time it wasn’t aimed at you. You felt the shift in his grip, less anger, more urgency, as he slid an arm under your back, the metal one cold and unyielding even through your suit.

“We’re not doing this here,” he growled but it sounded more like a plea than a threat now.

The trek was brutal. Even taking a toll on his super soldier body. Each step sank deeper into the snow, your limp body heavy on his heart, his movements were calculated more deliberate, careful not to twist you avoiding causing any further damage.

The safe house was far now, about a mile out, half collapsed, rough, but it would do. Thick flakes of snow whipped sideways in the wind, stinging buckys face as he trudged forward.

His gaze occasionally drifting to yours. "Just hold on" He whispered, voice barely audible over the wind. Just as he glanced down, he saw you eyelids flutter, a groan softly breaking from your lips that made his heart lurch. You were too pale. too still.

Then, though the blur of snow, he saw it. A jagged silhouette against the white. The safe house, roof sagging, but still standing. He let out a sigh of relief.

He kicked the door open with a grunt, the wood splintering under his boot. It was dark and cold, a thick layer of dust covering all surfaces, disturbed by his entrance. He laid you down on an old sofa, creaking under your weight. and immediately began tearing through the emergency supplies.

His hands moved fast. Too fast. Antiseptic. Gauze. He cursed under his breath, frustration mounting as he tried to stop the bleeding. "You're gonna be okay" he said, voice low, steady. "I've got you?"

Outside the storm raged on, the harsh winds bashing against the frail walls of the house. As he began to get a fire going, using the spar fire wood that was placed inside a closet for emergency's was broken up and spread out across the fire place. A small heat flickered to life.

His concentration else where, maybe focused on the fire, maybe somewhere far. His finger tapping against his leg, as he sat on the floor near the fire, back rested against the sofa.

You stirred, breath catching in your throat as pain laced through your side, the sofa creaked beneath you as you moved to sit, but he didnt turn. You watched the way he saw clenched, the way his gloved hands moved. Something inside you twisted.

Your voice came out hoarse, barely more then a whisper, but it cut through the quiet.

"You're still mad at me."

He froze. Just for a second. Then resumed poking life into the fire, slower now.

You swallowed. the dryness in your throat scraping like sandpaper. "I get it. I shouldnt had gone, i should of stuck to the plan." Still nothing. just the sound of kindling snapping under his grip.

You pushed yourself further upright, breath hitching. " i though it might of been something, i couldnt just ignore it."

He stood abruptly, turnign on you with a fury that made the air feel thinner. "You couldn't ignore it?" His voice was a snarl. "You nearly got yourself killed chasing ghosts." turning further towards you his brows creased "that base was empty. why would you go running off." he growled.

"I was trying to help."

"You were being reckless and stupid."

You blinked, stunned. "Thats not fair"

"No?" He stepped closer, eyes blazing. "You think throwing your self into danger makes you noble? you think its brave?"

"I didn't expect-"

"you never expect. you just act. like your life's expendable."

You stared at him, heart pounding, "Why does it matter to you so much?" he froze. Just for half a second. Then scoffed, turning away. "It doesn't." "Liar" you growled back at him.

He spun back, jaw clenched. "You think you know me?"

"I know you dragged me out of that snowbank. i know you cared enough to patch my wounds."

"That's called survival." He mumbled still focusing on the flames in front of him.

scoffing you turned your gaze away from him "anything for less paperwork right?" the rhetorical question hissed passed your lips.

Bucky didn't respond. Not immediately. The fire crackled, casting flickering shadows across his face, making the hard lines of his jaw look even sharper.

Then, slowly, he turned. His eyes met yours, not cold, not anymore something deeper harboured in them. "You think this is easy for me?" he said, voice low, rough. "Watching you throw yourself into danger like you dont matter?"

The heat in his voice wasnt anger now, it was fear. "You think i patched you up because i had to? Because it's protocol?"

You didnt answer. Couldn't. You felt the cold setting further into you bones.

"i didnt mean to scare you" you manged out, your throat felt raw.

"You didnt scare me." he said turning his head back towards the fire. "You made me remember." he eventually muttered, more to him self than you.

That stopped you cold, your movements stilling. "Remember what?"

But he didn't elaborate. Instead, he stood, brushing off his gloves, the light of the fire reflecting of his metal arm. "Get some rest. You need it." He said, voice clipped.

You watched him rise from infront of the fire and settle down in the corner of the room, settled against the wall. The storm outside still raged, but inside, the silence was heavier.

You lay back down, the ache in you side pulsing with every breath. You wanted to say more. Ask more. But the words stayed trapped behind your teeth.

The storm hadnt let up.

Outside, the wind howled like a living thing, battering the frail walls of the safe house. Inside the fire had dwindled to embers, casting a faint orange glow that barely reached the corners of the room.

Bucky stirred, eyes snapping open to the sound of something soft but persistent.

Chattering.

He sat up slowly, muscles tense, scanning the room. Then he saw you, curled in on yourself, arms wrapped tight around your body, teeth clicking uncontrollably. You breath came in shallow bursts, passing you blue tinted lips.

"Shit" he muttered already moving, he knelt beside the sofa, eyes sweeping over you. Your skin was pale, lips blue, the once fresh gauze now blood soaked.

"Why didnt you say anything?" he asked, voice low, almost accusing.

You blinked up at him, dazed. "Didnt want to bother you."

He cursed under his breath, stripping off his gloves and shrugging out of his jacket, "Youre freezing." he said, more to himself than you "Youre going to go into shock."

Without another word he began to peel off his tactical suit, exposing his bare chest. Drowsy "Wha are you doing.." you managed out past slow blinks. "body heat." he mumbled back grabbing them hem of your shirt his eyes meeting yours, waiting for you permission, when you slowly nodded he took you top off throwing it to the floor beside the sofa.

Climbing onto the sofa beside you, pulling you gently into his chest. His body was warm, unnaturally so, and the metal arm, though cold was tucked carefully away from your skin.

You stiffened at first, suprised. But then you melted into him, your body craving the heat he was producing. His chin rested lightly on your head, breath steady against your hair.

"This doesnt mean im not still pissed" he murmured. You managed a weak smile in return, nuzzling you face closer to his chest. You felt the tension in his chest ease slightly, his arms tightened around you.

Neither of you would admit it, but that would be the best sleep either of you had had in a long time.

The light was pale and reluctant, filtering through the frost-laced window in thin streaks. The fire had long since died, leaving only the faint scent of ash and smoke in the air.

You stirred first, eyes fluttering open, buckys scent filling your nose. He was breathing steady, his arm tightly curled around your waist, carefully avoiding your wound.

A dull ache in your side reminds you of the wound, and how close you came to dying. You press your hand against his heart, your fingers tremble, not from cold but from the weight of what you owe him.

When you finally pull yourself upright, you glimpse the faint morning glow, pale and cautious behind the frosted glass. "Youre awake" he says, voice husky as if he is still half breaming. he shifts closer to you, carful of your injury, and brushes your hair from off your shoulder.

"What were you going to say last night, before we slept you said i reminded you of something?" you voice was quiet but strong. Careful.

He stilled, sighing. "You reminded me of my feelings for you, feelings i tried to keep at bay. When i saw you...on the floor,bleeding. I was so scared you wouldnt wake up. That i wouldnt be able to tell you how i feel." his chest felt lighter, being able to breath more freely

Meanwhile yours tightened, you heart was pounding. Not believing the words that were coming out of his mouth. The man who always made sure you didnt have a large part in mission, the man who made sure you were never sent on a solo mission, the man who...

As your thoughts spiralled, it became more and more obvious that actions you originally thought were because bucky refused to trust you or thought you were incapable, was because it was his messed up way of 'protecting you.'

"Say something...please sweetheart." he ducked to meet you eyes, trying to capture your attention. "You are one stupid man barnes." you let out a rough laugh. Wincing at the pain in your side.

His brows furrowed, eyes wide. "you could of just told me how you felt, instead of making me feel like i was a burden to you." he sat up placing his hand on you shoulders "You were never a burden. i just didnt want to hurt you, i couldnt let my self get close to you."

Taking in his gaze a smile appears on your lips, "Couldnt or cant?" your eyes practically glistening as your smile creased you eyes. He smiled back at you pulling you into his chest his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace.

"Let me make it up to you sweetheart?" he spoke into your hair peppering soft kisses there. You nodded into his chest, allowing his warmth to once again wrap around you, comforting you.

You lifted you head up meeting his e"iyes, leaning in your breath fanned against his lips. He closed the distance pulling you into a sweet kiss full of passion.

You nodded into the kiss wrapping you arms around his neck, "Ill spend every day making you feel special" he spoke, his word sounding like a pledge. "Promise?" you whispered gently pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Always." He sealed the promise with a kiss.

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A/n- i hope you guys like this! feel free to send any requests in the more inspo the more ill write!!, and any feedback is welcome!! Tysm!!

[nanikio]

Out of the ring [1]the fight

pairings: Boxer!Bucky x reader

summary: Boxer Bucky is climbing his way to the top, at the annual boxer championship he invites his close friends to watch him take the championship title, his close friend sam decides to bring along a plus 1, inviting y/n to watch buckys match.

unbeknownst to you, you end up distracting the boxer landing him a harsh punch.

A couple years earlier Bucky and y/n had a new found attraction for each other, exploring that, they started a friends with benefits deal. Buckys main rule was no feelings, not sticking to that y/n fell for him. and she fell hard.

Keeping to his word he ended it and never spoke to her. Breaking her heart.

A/n- REPOST!!!! Hello!! i edited this, i didnt add much but i made it a little better it was kinda bad and really short. i hope you like it!

Warnings : gore, boxing, swearing, slight angst, pinning, jealousy.

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GIF by unearthlydust

Buckys attention was ripped from his opponent as his eyes found sam who was screaching his name, he was about to turn and contiune the fight until he saw someone attached to sam his arm rested over her shoulder his eyes fell on a unforgettable girl. y/n settled next to his friend. The crowd roared as Rumlow hooked the winter soilders jaw, knocking him back, stumbling for his posture a loud ringing sound echoed through his head stopping him. the 3rd round had ended. Stumbling over to his corner buck slouched down as Steve ran to his side followed by banner, immediately banner began wiping the blood and sweat from him, placing

two bags stuffed with ice on his chest and back. Steve crouched beside him a hand on his back. Bucky stared out into the crowed, the words of his couch and friend fading into the background noise as his ears rang, memories of you invading his mind.

"what the hell happened out there buck."

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"What got you so good damn distracted"

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"Nothing" he hissed staring down his opponent

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As the forth round begun bucky stood tall focusing his punches, pure power and force pounded into Rumlow. "What got you so distracted barnes" Rumlow spoke lowly, having noticed buckys attention drift during the earlier rounds, "was it that pretty little thing next to sam" a sly smirk appearing across his face, revealing his gum sheild a smile of black and white paint work. Adrenaline and anger rushed though bucky at the mention of you, a deep possessive feeling surged through him at the thought of rumlow thinking about you.

Feeling the impact beneath his hand knocking his opponent to the ground, forcing the ref to pull barnes off of the bleeding rumlow, sweat ran from his temples giving his skin a glossy look, stinging the gash on the high point of his cheek, but Bucky's head was filled with the lingering buzz of epinephrine to notice. "Dont fucking talk about her." He rasped out with clenched teeth. closing in on the drowsy rumlow, he only having just found the strength to stand.

His eyes skimming the crowed as his walked around with his hands above his head claiming his victory, his piercing blue eyes landed on you, ignoring his cheering friend running towards him, his eyes lingered for a little too long before being pulled away by Sam pulling him into a hug.

"Holy shit dude that was fucking insane!" Sam praised to his distracted friend. Clapping his hand against buckys back.

"Why is she here." Barnes spoke gruffly taking the towel provided to him, dragging it down his face clearing it of his sweat.

Wrapping his arm around the boxers shoulder his gaze followed buckys , sam eyed you down with a smile.

"oh cmon' dude shes one of my closets friends,i didnt think youd care if i brought her " he chirped 'yeah whatever'' bucky gruffed.

The boxer headed back to his corner greeting his coach and team, they soon swallowed him in praises and hugs.

Before he could slip away a mic was shoved in his face, sighing mentally kicking him self for agreeing to talk to the press after his fights.

One by one he answered their repetition questions ("how do you feel champ?" Good. "What are you gonna do after" Eat "do you have anybody special in your life" for the millionth time no".

His eyes gained heavier answering panel questions with mundane answers, getting frustrated as his mind drifted off into thoughts of you, replying how your eyes fell on his watching him do what he does best, why were you even here, he couldn't believe you came.

Cutting the interview short he rushed off to the showers washing the sweat and blood from his toned body, once finished he slipped on some loose shorts and a tank top. As he entered his private dressing room Thor was the first to greet him.

"You killed it out there Barnes" he hummed sat across the room from him, the blonde man stood tall a cheesy grim across his face clapping his hands together.

Thor had been apart of his team since he started, he was a good partner to train with and of course Steve his coach, he wouldn't be here without him. And then banner his med, he literally wouldn't be here without him.

Thanking them ,he scanned the room looking for you sighing when he didn't see you, bowing his head in disappointment when he noticed you weren't present. "Hey Sam where's uhh y/n" he spoke sheepishly, eyeing his friend across from him.

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"She went to the bathroom. She should be back soon" sam's face contorted his brows furrowing, confused at bucky's sudden interest in your where abouts.

Bucky nodded crossing his arms over his well built chest as he leaned against the nearest wall. His mind wondering off to thoughts of you late nights together, wrapped up in each others limbs.

"Why...just remembered how hot she is?" Sam cooed eyeing Bucky his eyebrows bouncing

Grunting, Bucky ignored his comment, finding him self watching the door waiting for you to walk though it, his leg bouncing in anticipation as the clock ticked on the wall behind him, as soon as he turned his attention away from the door it cracked open, watching you walk though ,his eyes lingered over you. admiring your body. remembering it.

"Hey..congrats on winning the fight" you spoke quietly, slightly uncomfortable with his pressing gaze after so long, your heart clenching as his gaze lingered.

he couldn't believe it you were praising him, the girl who he pushed away after she confessed his feelings for him, the heart that he broke.

You sat down along side sam, his hand moving to rest behind you, giving you a slight squeeze before falling back onto the couch, buckys eyes watched his hand, his heart stammering and clenching and he saw the comfortable touch.

Catching you gaze he let your eyes lock together his heart skipping as a tinge of blush crept up your neck before you avoided his gaze, looking back towards sam, who was loudly talking with the rest of the group.

The room buzzed with the post-match adrenaline, but bucky felt like he was underwater, every sound muffled, every moment slow. His eyes stayed locked on you, even as sams laughter echoded beside you.

You looked different, not physically, he remembered every curve, ever freckle, ever childhood scar. But something in you posture, the way you held yourself. Like you'd built walls up, that he used to be allowed behind.

He hated that.

"Y/n", He said, low and rought, like the name hurt to say. quiet enough to not capture the attention of everyone else in the room.

You turned cautious. "Yeah?"

He hesitated. The words tangled in his throat. im sorry. i missed you. i shouldnt of let you go. But all that came out was,

"Can we talk?"

Your body stiffened, nodding slowly as you stood up, smoothing your hands over your thighs, your hands needing something to do.

Bucky gently led you out of the room just down the corridor to the next private locker room. A quieter space where the hum of fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, trying to look composed. he wasn't.

"I didn't know youd be here" he said

"i wasnt going to come" you repled, voice soft "i came for sam., and rumlow has always put up a good fight."

He nodded, jaw tight, the realisation punching him in the ribs harder than rumlow had earlier. Nodding slowly a tinge of jealousy panging his heart.

[nanikio]

Eternal love

Paring- Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Reader

Summary- Something about him captured her mind, her soul (well...what was left of it). After centuries of wondering the earth alone, reader finds the charming solider scent enthralling. she needs him, unfortunately he was ripped away from her at the hands of hydra.

Word count- 3.8k

Warnings: Minors DNI, definitely some historical inaccuracy, mentions of blood, vampire shi, bucky angst, bucky needs a hug. esp from his undead lover. a little fluff, happy ending (not proof read!)

The years past in a flurry of blurs, endless nights of hopeless wondering alone, all she had known taken from her. Her family she watched whither away. Time, the never ending killer taking them from her.

Oh what she would give to not have fallen for that mysterious man, his pale white hair matching his pale skin, everything about him lacked colour, lacked warmth, his stark grey eyes drawing her in, his luring smile.

It was the 18th century England, if she remembered correctly. She attended the regular regency ball, hopeful to find a partner at the stern hand of her father.

He was stood across from her, glass in hand, taking slow sips, his eyes wandering around the room in a calculated stare, the light from the chandelier almost making his skin translucent.

Taking confident steps towards her, his cold hands enveloped hers the cold indifference of his silver ring blending in with his skin. "Ah, finally someone worth my attention." He chuckled arrogantly.

Meeting his eyes she allowed him to guide her out to the gardens, the night sky protecting him. Following his lead around the maze of bushes the gardener had carefully curated, her brows pulled together, confusion evident on her face, it was frowned upon to be alone with a protentional partner without a chaperone.

Turning back towards her, the moonlight now shone over his face, illuminating the various flowers and plants around them, a smirk formed on his face. "The music here is so dull tonight," he says with a scoff, "I needed some entertainment."

Her head turned to the side taking in more of his profile, his hand slipping up the side of her face, gently intertwining in her hair. "you're quite beautiful," he purred "may i ask your name."

"Y/n" she spoke keeping her eyes trained on his face, apprehensive of the strange man.

"Such a dangerous name for such delicate prey. Tell me...do you often wander into gardens at midnight, trusting every shadow?" his voice drips with velvet and mischief, drawing her in, his lips brushing against her ear, "or shall I consider this an invitation.?" his thumb tracing down her throat lingering on when he feels her pulse.

"an invitation...for what?" she questioned her breathing becoming shorter as his hand dances across her throat. A small groan falling from his lips, bowing his head the previous groan turning into a low chuckle. "at least I tried to drag this out, but alas I just cant resist the smell of you darling." She tried to take a step back confused at his words, suddenly becoming very aware of the dangerous situation she found herself in.

His hand tightening around her throat as he pulled her impossible closer to him, their chest pressed together, his free hand wrapping around her arms and waist. Trapping her in place. "now i was just going to feed on you...leave you here to decay, but oh my dear you are far to captivating." His head lunged forward, pulling a shortly lived gasp from her, sharp fangs piercing the side of her neck, feeling a warm trickle of blood pool down her blouse.

Her gaze blurred, her body becoming heavy the cool air hitting her now exposed wound and the feel of his arms around her pulling her away from the noise of the ball was the last thing she left before her eyes closed.

Pain shot up her, coursing through her veins, it was unbearable, her body writhed, thrashing around in pain. A copper taste in her mouth. A chuckle sounded from across the dark dirty room, a familiar figure, similar to the man in the garden. "It'll be over soon darling, then...oh then you'll feel incredible."

She snapped back from the memory, snorting at his words 'incredible' shaking her head, it had been a long time since she saw him, an she hadn't felt incredible once, if watching her family grieve and grow old and die was incredible then he was more messed up then she had ever thought.

She had travelled far after her family passed, no need to stay in England anymore, no point. Traveling across the globe to the states was her first idea, explore the world, it was fun at first, but the nights grew long.

She found herself back in Brooklyn 1943, it had been a long time since she'd ventured here, the familiar buildings had changed ever so slightly, more withered. but new posters littered the streets, mentioning the ongoing war, compelling young boys to enrol and fight for their country.

The night sky had cleared the streets, save for a few drunkards stumbling out the nearest pub, a sigh fell from her lips as that familiar ache in her bones set in and the rumble of her stomach, a slight fatigue taking over, it had been a while since she fed. it was something she liked to do often, never taking joy in it, not like the monster who turned her. only people alone, someone no one would miss, people down on their luck, void of all hope.

Her body leading her towards the dull light coming from the bar near by. Pushing her self into the room the light cascaded down her face the music from the live band filling the room, couples dancing together on the dance floor, friends drinking at the bar.

Her eyes scanned the room, her gaze falling upon a solider who was already staring at her, his eyes wide, mouth slightly agape. Oblivious to the words of his friend beside him.

A smirk formed on her crimson lips as she took him in, his eyes racked her frame almost as if he was memorising her. She made her way to the bar requesting a drink from the bartender. Thanking him she took a seat at the bar eyes wondering the room again, until she felt a presence beside her.

"Hey doll." His voice was smooth, but deep. "I haven't seen a dame like you around here before." He watched her a charming smile on his face leaning against the bar.

"Oh really soldier?" Her voice came out like honey, her eyes meeting his, a seductive smile across her face.

He nodded taking his cap down from his head placing it beside him, turning his head slightly, introducing himself. "Sargent James Buchanan Barnes doll, or bucky if you'd like."

A gush of his scent hit her nose, taking a deep breathe, her eyes fell down towards his throat the pulse of his jugular practically throbbing in her gaze, her grip on her drink tightened. No one had ever made her feel like this, no ones scent so compelling she struggled not to devour him.

"like what you see?" he chucked, leaning in a tad closer trying to meet her gaze. "Oh Sargent you have no idea" her words fell out of her mouth quieter this time still dripping with honey but a slight restraint present this time.

His grin widened spreading across his face, showing of his pearly teeth. "And what's your name doll" his arm fell closer towards her gently touching her arm, a small gasp falling out from his mouth as he took in how cold she was.

"Y/n L/n" she spoke standing from her seat her arm falling from his loose grip, catching his hand in her own, pulling him towards the dance floor.

"Y/n..." he repeated quietly to himself, his charming smile returning as he followed her. "Going to show me your moves Sargent?" she spoke in a teasing tone. Her urge to feast on him dissipating the more he touched her, his larger hand wrapping around her waist and the other finding her hand. "It'll be my pleasure sweetheart." They fell into a comfortable silence, occasionally striking up conversation.

Songs started and ended, couples cleared from the floor sleepiness evident on their faces, as the night drew on they stayed in each others arms dancing along to the music, drawing the end of the bands set they began to slow down, a more romantic song filled the room. Bucky's hand wrapped around her waist tightened, pulling her closer to his chest his other and pulling her and to his lips, kissing it. keeping it close to his face sighing into her. They fell into a comfortable silence, occasionally striking up conversation.

"You are something else darling" he muttered eyes wide eyes taking her in. Moving her hand down from his face, she leaned closer, placing a peck upon his lips, breathing in allowing his scent to envelop her.

His breath hitched, trying to lean into the kiss but she had pulled back, meeting her eyes, something had changed, they were darker, deeper maybe.

"It was nice dancing with you James" she spoke brushing away a stray piece of hair that as fallen onto his forehead. Her hand movedf to cup his jaw before falling back down by her side.

She took a step back taking one more look at him before making her way towards the exit back out into the night, before she made it own the street she heard his voice calling after her followed by the sound a quick paced footsteps.

"Doll! Wait just a second! Y/n!" he shouted as he quickly caught up to her. "Can I see you again?" he unintentionally pleaded, a boyish smile on his face.

Her restraint practically snapped at his sweet voice pleading with her. "meet me here again in a few nights time Sargent, as soon as the sun sets."

He nodded excitedly, his head turning back towards the bar where his fellow soldiers called his name, the few of them climbing into a car, as he went to turn back towards her, she was gone, no trance left, he couldn't see her in the distance or down the near by alley, she was just gone.

He shook his head a smile still on his face making him way back towards the friends, his mind already crowded by thoughts of her.

Watching from a near roof top, a soft smile placed on her lips and he made his way back to his boisterous friends, she would see him again, shed make sure of it.

On her way back to her small apartment, a old drunkard she saw on the same corner of the same street quiet often lay passed out, signing to herself, squeezing her eyes closed as she lunged for his throat, the warmth of his blood flooded her mouth, swallowing the sour copper juice down a grimace formed on her face.

Once satisfied she pulled back, whipping the remainder of blood from her face, safely disposing of his body before returning to her walk home, her mind thinking back to the charming soldier, a new found pep back in her step.

A week had past, before she decided to go a meet her soldier, ensuring to feist before meeting him. He stood outside the pub a disheartened look on his face, a dying cigarette ashing between his fingers.

"What's with the sad face Sargent" she spoke her voice slow and seductive as she neared him. His head shot up eyes finding her figure as she walked closer. "Doll...i was starting to think you wouldn't show" he spoke quieter than normal.

As she got closer he was able to get a better look at her face, he breathed in a sharp breathe, she looked different from the first time they met. Her skin wasn't as cold, nor a pale a slight red tint was present on her cheeks and her eyes, they were a similar but brighter some how.

A smirk curled up onto her face "something wrong james?" she purred her hand moving towards his, holding his hand tight as she began to lead him "i thought we should go on a walk" she spoke "i loved dancing with you, but its a bit loud in there to properly talk."

He nodding agreeing, his thumb stroking her hand as he held it tight. Falling into a comfortable walk with her, his grip tight, something within him begging her to stay with him.

"You don't sound like you're from around here" he spoke quietly his confident voice filling the soft air of the night sky. "That's because I'm not Sargent, I'm a long long way from home." her voice trailing of into a slight daze as she spoke.

They walked in silence for a moment, James taking in what she had said. Shoes tapping softly against the slick cobblestone, the moonlight dancing over their bodies.

James glanced sideways. "You feel different." he spoke a tone of disbelief present. Her eyes didn't meet his, but a faint curve tugged at her lips "people change." she shrugged him off.

He nodded, then spoke against, voice just above a whisper. "Change doesn't usually make someone warmer."

This time, she looked at him, really looked. Her gaze was sharp but tinged with something softer, like guilt wrapped in silk. "well James, just thinking about you gets my blood pumping." she smirked to herself at the irony, ensuring he wouldn't see. A blush creeped up onto his face kissing his cheeks.

The night went on from there, walking endlessly down streets, hand in hand, talking about anything and everything. She noticed the night sky had become lighter, the stars and moon beginning to resign from their shifts. Her muscles tensed, catching James attention. "Everything okay doll?" his tone soft as he looked down at her.

"Tonight has been wonderful James, I hate to end it, but I must be going." She spoke a soft sternness present. His brows furrowed in confusion "Let me take you back to mine, I cant just let you go again." His voice came out slightly strained, desperate to be in her presence longer.

Smiling towards him she took his hand bringing it closer to her chest, pulling him down to meet her in a soft kiss, their lips met and they stayed like that before she felt a slight burning sting flash across her back, the sun had began rising. Parting from his lips he stood their lips parted, wide eyes taking her in, wishing to savour the kiss for as long as possible.

She began walking down the shadow enveloped alley before he snapped himself out of a daze, catching up with her "Wait! When will I see you again?" he quickly breathed out, his hand wrapping around her arm.

"Meet me here in a few days time Sargent, ill be waiting" cupping his face, gently caressing his soft cheek. "I deploy tomorrow midday, it shouldn't be anything to long, just a trip to the alps to bring in some crazy scientist or something." pushing his face into her hand enjoying the firm pressure of it. "I'll come back for you." Pressing a kiss into her palm. He was infatuated with her, he couldn't wait to come back and hopefully start a life with her.

As they left each other that night, neither of them knowing it would be the last time they saw each other for a long long time. The snow took James that day, the air caring him down that ravine as the soldiers dragged him limp body away she flashed in his mind one last time before he closed his eyes, the start a long seventy years.

Shockingly she found out her soldier had 'died' walking around when a scrap news paper blew across her path a familiar face present on the front the headline stating. 'Sargent James Barnes of The Howling Commandos dead after tragic fall." a gasp fell from her lips, the news paper falling onto the floor, her vision blurred with tears. She had hardly known the man, why did it feel like they were so deeply connected.

She never stopped waiting.

While the world changed around her, buildings grew taller and her shadow grew smaller. She found her self returning back to the same alley, taking the same walk that did that night so long ago.

Her heart aching for him. The pain never dulled she just became used to it.

Deciding it was time to move on, she had spent to long in Brooklyn, her face staying the same while everyone else aged around her, people would begin to question. Finding herself in Romanian, Bucharest, blending in with the everyday crowd of the market .

Stocking up on her grocery's for her elderly neighbour that doesn't like to venture out much because of her bad knees, Y/n volunteered to do her shopping for her. The inconvenience of the sun was limited by her rather large sun hat a pair of sunglasses and a cardigan that covered her skin, keeping her protected from the harmful rays.

As she made her way over to the fruit stands, in search of some plums as instructed on the list, 'fresh and juicy'. A larger hand fell beside hers as she searched for the perfect plums, a gloved hand.

She looked up towards the man to apologise, her mouth falling open as she saw his face, older now only slightly, stubble littering his face, his hair touching his shoulders pushed back behind his ears. A baseball cap adorned on his head, her eyes fell down his body taking in his size difference. He was much taller and broader now perfectly filling out his clothes. But it wasn't possible, he'd fallen on that train seventy years ago, even if he was alive he'd but old now, all wrinkles and grey hair, but here he was standing Infront of her boisterous soldier.

His wide dark eyes scanned her covered face a furrow in his brow, she seemed familiar something about her drawing him in, shaking his head presenting a shy smile before looking back towards the shop seller.

Her plums fell to the floor as she fled from the market, her breath erratic, it had to be him, he smelt the same, but somehow darker.

As the sun set and the moon raised, she had to find him, needed to. Walking back out onto the street where she had seen him earlier in the day, closing her eyes she took a deep breath letting the scents in the air fill her nose. Finally latching onto his, she followed the trail, leading her to a dingy apartment, the outside was withered and falling apart.

Scaling the side of the building finding her self upon his roof, she could smell him, his window slightly ajar letting in the cool night breeze. Y/n slipped closer to the window, the lights were off, allowing her self to sneak further into the building, Her heart fluttered at the possibility of being with him again. She found the familiar hat he was wearing earlier discarded on the counter.

As she moved further into the apartment the floor boards creaked beneath her, a gasp filling the air coming from the man she once knew. Bucky shot up a gun in his hand, sweat glossed his chest, his shirt had been discarded after he woke up from a nightmare, the material too tight on his body, to itchy.

Her eyes widened at the scars littering his body, His left arm now replaced with a silver bionic one, a red star where his toned shoulder once was. Harsh red scars attaching his metal arm to his skin. Her heart ached for him. She'd recognised the arm, seeing a familiar arm on the so called 'winter soldier'.

"James..." a whisper fell from her mouth not wanting to startle him. His erratic eyes taking her in, his brows furrowed confusion spreading across his face. "you...i thought you were just a dream... a lost memory" he spoke, more to himself as his eyes left her thinking back to the nights where he lay in his cot the cold radiating of the cement walls closing his eyes escaping the nightmare he found himself in, she always met him when he drifted off, her pale skin, cold to the touch, her voice comforting him before the nightmares started.

She shouldn't be here, let alone this young...well neither should he. "I'm here Jamie I'm here...what happened to you my sweet boy" She spoke taking a step close to him, her arm reaching out towards him, pain spreading across her face as he let out a sob, dropping the gun down beside him and dropping to his knees, allowing her to step into his arms. His head rested on her stomach as his arms wrapped around her.

Her pale fingers threaded into his hair, still soft despite the years. Her embrace didn't chase the nightmares away, but it dulled their claws. For the first time in seventy years, the winter solider wept not from pain, but release.

"I searched for you." he murmured against the fabric of her shirt. "Every mission, every haunted corridor, I kept hoping you'd walk through. Even when I forgot your name. Forgot if you were even real or not."

She tilted his face upward, her thumb brushing the tear tracks spilling into his stubble. "No one could ever take you from me Jamie" she spoke softly her thumb stroking up and down his face.

His eyes squeezing shut at the sound of his name, his breath hitching in his chest as memory tangled with realist, impossible yet undeniable. "You say my name like it still means something" he whispered, voice cracking. "like I'm still him... still the boy you danced with."

She didn't flinch, "Oh Jamie...You still are, but so much more now." Her thumb lingered at his cheekbone, where a new tear bloomed.

A long silence fell, thick with the weight of years lost and battles fought. Then cautiously, James raised his eyes to hers. Blue depths flickering with something fragile. "How are you...You haven't changed." he spoke.

A smirk appeared on her face, allowing the glimpse of a fang to appear. James flinched at the sight of the perfectly sharp fang, a flicker of instinct twitching through him, but it vanished beneath the floor of disbelief.

"You...you were real." He breathed. "I thought i made you up, all those nights. Just a memory to survive by." She swallowed hard, her voice trembling. "They told me you died, Jamie. That Captain America came home alone, it was on the papers."

His breath caught as her words pierced the silence. She hadn't known. She hadn't searched for him. She mourned him. "I stopped feeling the seasons after that." she continued "I buried the warmth with you, everything froze over again. I lost my self...became a monster I once forgot." Her hand drifted towards him, hesitant. "Until I saw your face earlier."

James pressed his forehead to her palm, his voice breaking. "I didn't die. But I wasn't alive, either. I became...something else."

Her expression didn't falter, only deepened "So did I."

His expression changed, she saw the question forming on his lips the slight curve of his brow, "not tonight...tonight were together." she muttered as she leant in, taking his lips to hers, the soft kiss she dreamt of. Tangled in each others arms, he was safe and she was home.

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AN- i really liked this!! i was watching an interview with a vampire (the brad pitt version) and had to write something about a vampire! Let me know what you think!

[nanikio]

Holy fuxk this was so good

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chapter eighteen (finale)

18+

the final part.

Content Warning: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, angst, mention of pregnancy, enemies to lovers to strangers, fluff, mention of sex, misunderstanding trope bc why not, and omg I am not ready to say goodbye to these characters I want to cryyyyyyyy. super long author's note at the end

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"This is nice," Gwen says, her eyes closed as she stands with her arms up, allowing the breeze to brush over her skin. Her loose, white shirt flies behind her and the waves gently kiss at her feet. You're not sure why she keeps saying that - this is nice - but you hardly go an hour without hearing those words pour from her mouth, drenched in contentment.

The sunset has caused the sky to match her hair, the sand cooling down under your palms. You watch as the ice in your sangria melts, letting the sound of the waves relax you. Not that there's anything causing you any stress right now - having been in Mexico for a week now, you're completely zen. But there is one thought that threatens to disturb your peace.

"Do you think he'll be here?" You can't help but ask her.

Her head turns to the side, her eyes fluttering open. She knows who you're talking about without having to ask for clarification. "He's the best man," She reminds you. "Of course he'll be here."

"This early on, though?" You wonder, grabbing fistfuls of sand. "The rehearsal dinner isn't until Friday."

Gwen turns so she's fully facing you, a blank look on her face. "I know what you want to hear, but I'm not going to lie to you," She begins. "He's here. Just landed today, actually."

Your stomach churns and you nod, looking down at your lap.

"What?" She asks you, taking a few steps closer. "Are you really that nervous to see him?"

"I haven't seen him since..." You trail off, shaking your head.

"Then maybe it's about time you did," She says bluntly. "I mean, for Christ's sake, it's been what? Three years?"

"I know, but..." You mumble, feeling dumb. "It's weird. We were together for such a short period of time, and now we've spent so much time apart... but I still-"

"Don't," Gwen cuts you off curtly. "I swear to God, don't say it."

"I wasn't gonna say love," You claim. "I just mean, I won't know how I feel until I see him."

"Well, then," She chirps. "Good thing both of you brought dates."

"He brought a date?" You ask, feeling nauseous at the thought of seeing him with someone else.

"Mhm," Gwen confirms. "But you have Pietro, so you're both in the same boat, which is good.

"Yeah," You utter dryly. "Great."

Gwen stretches before holding her hand out to you. "C'mon, we need to get ready. If we miss dinner again, Sharon will make me sleep on this beach," She says before grabbing your hand and pulling you up to your feet.

The two of you make your way back to the resort, but this time, you're no longer zen. You're a bundle of nerves.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, you turn to the side to get a look at yourself at all angles. Ever since your conversation with Gwen on the beach, you've felt a pit in your stomach and it's weighing you down, making you want to do nothing more than crawl into bed and hide from the world.

There's a knock at the door which makes you jump slightly, before it swings open. "Hey, you," Pietro says as he walks in with a grin. "You look incredible."

Relaxing a little with his presence, you smile at him in the mirror. "Thank you, P," You reply. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yep - just need to use the bathroom," He says as he walks towards it.

"Ugh, please don't clog it again!" You call out as he walks past you.

With a sly grin and a squeeze of your ass, he swings open the door. "I won't," He swears as he walks in, and you know better than to believe him.

"Why do I fuck you, again?" You call out, shaking your head.

Pietro opens the door again and pokes his head through. "Because I'm a damn good fuck, baby," He says with a wink. "Your words."

Rolling your eyes, you fiddle with your hair. "Whatever. Go poop - and hurry, because Sharon will kill me if I'm late!"

While you wait for him, you sit on the bed and decide to scroll through social media. You notice that Steve's got a new story up, so with a soft smile you open it up, expecting to see a photo of him and Sharon - but it's a photo of a gift-wrapped box with a Rolex on top of it. Gift from the best man, the caption reads. With a gasp, you close Instagram and put your phone down. And immediately, you hate how affected you are, just from a mere mention of him.

Fuck, you're screwed.

"I'm ready!" Pietro announces as he walks back out the bathroom.

"Did you wash your ha-"

"Yes, I washed my hands," He cuts you off with a laugh as he walks over and takes your hand, pulling you up to your feet. Moving in closer, he gives you a soft kiss. "You really do look so fucking good."

"No," You say sternly. "I refuse to be late to this dinner, P."

He tilts his head, giving you the soft-eyed, ever-so-slightly-desperate look he knows drives you crazy. "Gimme ten minutes, baby," He mumbles.

You narrow your eyes at him and push him back. "No. You'll mess up my hair and makeup," You whine.

"C'mere," He whispers before kissing you, once, twice, three times.

You melt into it, allowing yourself the respite of his physical comfort from your overthinking head, but then your mind conjures up the image of Sharon's pissed-off expression, which is enough motivation to give you the strength to pull away. "Let's go," You decide firmly. "It's Sharon's wedding week. I'm not gonna stress her out anymore than she already is."

Giving in with a sigh, he nods and takes a step back. "Alright," He says, following you to the door. "Have I told you how sexy you are when you're being all considerate for your friends, and shit?"

The resort has been booked out in its entirety by Steve and Sharon for the week, allowing them to spend a few days with their nearest and dearest before the big day on Saturday. So far, Sharon's been spending the days with her bridesmaids, Steve with his groomsmen, and each evening, everyone comes together to have dinner. It's been fine so far, but today's the first night that all the groomsmen are here - which has you almost shaking as you and Pietro make your way to the dining hall.

"What's wrong? Nervous to see everyone?" Pietro asks you as your heels click against the marble floor. "You've already met 'em all before, right? Oh, wait, shit. Isn't your ex here tonight?"

He swings the doors to the hall open and, of course, it seems you're the last ones to arrive. Thankfully, Sharon doesn't look annoyed in the slightest, as everyone turns to look at you.

"They're here!" Sharon squeals, standing up with her glass of wine raised up. "Come in, sit down!"

Pietro's got his arm around your waist, so when he begins to walk in, even though your feet feel planted to the ground, you can't help but move with him. But your eyes stayed glued to him.

Bucky.

It's like time slows down. He looks so different, but also exactly the same. And he's staring back at you. A small part of you is acutely aware of the beautiful woman sitting by his side, but everyone else melts away into irrelevance when you're looking at him. It's the first time in three years that you've been so close to him - sitting at opposite ends of a 25-seat table - but it feels as familiar as though no time has passed at all.

"Red or white tonight?" Steve asks you as he stands up to pour you a glass of wine.

Ripping your eyes away from Bucky and looking up at Steve, you let out a huff. "Brown," You reply curtly before grabbing a bottle of whisky from the middle of the table and pouring it into your glass.

Steve chuckles before pouring Pietro some wine, and you take a long sip. Next to you, Gwen gently nudges your stomach. "Way to be subtle," She hisses under her breath. "You guys just stared at each other for, like, five minutes."

"Shut up," You whisper, before you smile widely at Sharon who's sitting opposite you. "You look amazing, Shar!"

And she really does - this whole week, she's been glowing. "Thank you," She sings, still standing. Clearing her throat, she taps her glass of water with her fork, getting everyone's attention. "Alright. Everyone is officially here! Besides, like, our family, and everyone else," She begins with a soft laugh. "Steve and I are so, so grateful that you've all taken time out of your incredibly busy schedules to come and spend the last few days before the wedding with us. Ever since Steve and I started talking about getting married, we really had only one priority - to have a relaxed time with our best friends. Mexico has always meant so much to him and I - ever since the school trip episode of Sunset Lake, and all the times we returned together since - so it only felt right to get married here. In four days, Steve and I will be standing at the altar, with all of you there- but until then, we can eat, relax, get pampered, and party!"

Everyone holds up their respective glasses and cheers along with her, and Steve stands up and gives her a kiss. You grin as you watch them, so entirely in love. It makes you yearn for that feeling. Sure, sleeping with Pietro is fun and fulfils your needs, but you haven't felt a deeper connection to anyone since... Bucky.

You dare to steal a glance at him. He's pouring his date a drink- you recognize her. She's from some TV show that was big on Netflix or Hulu last year. Not his usual type, but then again, he's been linked with all sorts of women over the past three years. And he could say the same about you.

Before long, the food is served, so you can distract yourself with hummus and pita. You have conversations with Sharon and Steve, Gwen and Peter, and a few hushed comments fly between you and Pietro, but as it's such a big group, you can't venture out much further than them. Not that you particularly want to.

She finds him funny, that much is for sure. She pulls him arm whenever he makes her laugh, which is often.

"Her name's Jean," Gwen tells you, knowing you too well to not realize what it is you're thinking. "They work together. They've been spotted out at dinner a few times since."

"I feel sick," You utter, grabbing your napkin.

"Don't worry- you have Pietro, so you're on equal ground with him right now," Gwen says in an attempt to comfort you - as if the thing you're upset about is that Bucky is one-upping you.

"Pietro is nothing more than a human dildo to me," You whisper bitterly. "Bucky's actually dating that woman. With emotions."

"That's mean," Pietro chimes in as he wraps an arm around your shoulder, resting his chin on your other shoulder.

"Shut up. You're lucky I let you anywhere near me," You say to him with an eye-roll.

He bites down on his fist and leans in closer to Gwen with his head at your chest. "Isn't she so sexy?" He says lowly, to which she just snorts.

While everyone else continues chatting and drinking, you can't help but fall into the darkest depths of your mind.

He doesn't want you anymore. He probably hasn't for a while. You wonder how long it took him to officially be over you. You thought you might have been starting to get over him until you saw him tonight. All the feelings just came rushing back, hitting you like a truck. The last thing you wanted all those years ago was to become a stranger to him- but it seems like it might be too late.

Suddenly, you feel a kick under the table. You frown and look up to see Sharon giving you a pointed look as she taps her phone. While Gwen and Pietro chat, you look down at your phone to see a message from Sharon.

SharBear

I need to meet you tonight once everyone's in their rooms. Midnight outside reception. It's important. Please!

Without hesitation, you respond.

You

I'll be there.

Your mind is swirling with all the things Sharon could possibly want to speak to you about - has something gone wrong with the wedding plans? Has she suddenly got cold feet? You pace at reception for ten minutes before she finally appears.

"Oh, my God, I'm so sorry, I was waiting for Steve to get into the shower," She says in a hushed voice as she rushes over from the elevator and grabs your hands. "Thank you for meeting me."

"Of course, Sharon," You say, deeply concerned. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything's perfect!" She replies instinctively with a chirpy smile, before letting out a sigh and letting her face fall. "But... it might not be."

"What's going on?" You ask her, pulling her away from the worker at the front desk who's giving you odd looks and towards the entrance of the hotel.

She looks around the lobby, making sure nobody's around before she speaks. "I need... I need you to buy me something," She utters.

You frown as you lower your voice. "Like... drugs?" You whisper. "Something to help you relax? Pietro might have a xanny-"

"No, not like that," She cuts you off with a mild look of panic in her eyes as they meet yours. "I need, um... I think I need a pregnancy test?"

Up until now, you would've liked to think that you'd be the calm, collected friend during crises. That you'd be the level-headed leader keeping everyone's panic at bay, coming up with an action plan and swiftly carrying it out without fault. But instead, you suck in a loud gasp and slap your hands over your face. "Sharon!" You let out, your yell muffled by your hands.

"I know, I know, it's crazy," She says as she shakes her hands. "It's just so I can be sure, before I drink myself into oblivion this week."

"That's why you haven't been drinking," You say with wide eyes as everything falls into place in your head. "And you didn't eat the edibles yesterday!"

"I'm just being careful, until I can be sure," Sharon says. "Now, you're my best friend and the one I trust most out of everyone here. I can't trust the resort workers not to leak it to the press, so I can't ask them or even order one online in case they snoop. So it has to be you, Y/N."

Taking in a deep breath, you nod, accepting the responsibility. "Yes. I can do this," You tell her, keeping your voice firm. "I can do this for you."

"Great. There's a pharmacy about a mile away, it's open twenty-four hours. Steve and I stopped there when we landed, to get... condoms," She says, wincing.

"Yes, got it," You say, trying to remain calm. "I'll call a taxi and-"

"No public transport," She cuts in quickly. "Everyone in this city knows the wedding is this week. They all know we're here. If a cab driver recognizes you - I can't handle the scandal, Y/N."

"So what do you want me to do?" You ask her, shaking your head. "It's not like I can walk a mile in the middle of the night!"

Just then, someone walks into the hotel. It's, of course, none other than Bucky, holding a motorcycle helmet under his arm. You can practically see the cogs turning in Sharon's head as she looks at him.

"Sharon, no. No, Sharon," You say gravely, holding her arms tight. But it's too late.

"Bucky!" She calls out, making you die inside.

"Hey," He replies, while you stare at the floor. "What are you both doing down here so late?"

"We, um, have a little issue," She tells him. "Just a little visit from Aunt Flo, you know?"

"Oh, right," He mumbles, and you can't help but feel a shiver at the sound of his voice. Get it together.

"Yeah, so... would you be able to give Y/N a lift to a pharmacy?" She asks him while you grimace. "So she can stock up on tampons, and stuff."

"Sure," Bucky replies. "Let's go."

"Thank you so much!" Sharon exclaims, giving him a hug before coming back to you and placing her hands on your shoulder. "And thank you. I love you."

"You're lucky I love you, too," You mutter, before turning to face him.

He holds the helmet out to you and you take it before following him out, shooting Sharon one last glare on your way.

"So, the pharmacy?" Bucky asks as he taps on his phone.

"Yeah, Sharon said there should be one about a mile away?" You respond, your voice pathetically small.

"Got it. Let's go," He says while sticking his phone with the map on on the handlebar and getting on the bike.

You take in a deep breath before putting on the helmet and getting on behind him, planning to hold onto the handles located behind you for the entirety of the ride - but the second he rides off, you instantly clamber to wrap your arms around him. It may be awkward, but you'd rather that than die before the wedding.

The ride is quiet, save for the sound of the engine. The streets are pretty bare, being in a less-populated area, and the sky is full of stars. After a few minutes, you take off your helmet so as to feel the fresh air on your face, and to get a proper view of the starry night. Soon, you arrive at the pharmacy, and Bucky parks up outside. When you jump off and he sees you without the helmet on, he sighs.

"I would really rather you keep that on during the ride," He says lowly.

"Sorry," You utter, slowly backing away towards the shop. "Want anything?"

He simply shakes his head, and you nod before turning and walking into the pharmacy. Thankfully, there's a box of face masks at the entrance so you grab one and wear it. The man at the counter doesn't seem the type to keep up with celebrity news, but you want to do all you can to keep things under wrap. You walk through the aisles until you get to the shelves with pregnancy tests, and decide to grab one of each of the five brands available, knowing Sharon's the type to want to double and triple check. Along with the tests, you grab a chapstick, for no other reason than to make it feel like a normal shopping trip, though the combination of Sharon's news and being back on Bucky's bike has you feeling like you're having an out-of-body experience.

Just as you put the tests and chapstick on the counter, you feel a presence behind you. You turn your head to see Bucky standing there, holding a bag of chips. And his eyes are on the tests.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Without a word, you toss four ₱500 notes on the counter and take the plastic bag from the worker before stuffing in the tests and chapsticks and walking out the store. When you get out, all you want to do is scream. He thinks you're pregnant, or at least potentially so. And you can't even correct him because then you'd be outing Sharon. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Ready to go?" He asks as he walks out of the pharmacy, as casual as ever. Fucker.

"You're so annoying!" You can't help but explode at him once you rip the mask off your face.

Taken aback, he raises a brow. "Excuse me?"

"If you wanted fucking chips, why didn't you just ask me to buy you chips?" You ask him, frustration dropping from your tone.

"What is your problem?" Bucky asks you, taking a step closer.

"I clearly asked you if you wanted anything, and you said no," You hurl at him.

"I changed my mind," He says flatly.

"You changed your mi- you're such a dick," You hiss, turning away.

"Will you calm down?" He calls out. "It's... not a big deal!"

"Not a big deal?" You all but scream, turning back to him. He thinks you could be pregnant with Pietro's baby. He thinks you're that close - that you'd be that reckless because you're that locked in with fucking Pietro. And he doesn't seem to care.

"Yes, it's not a big deal," He doubles down.

"Whatever," You huff before spinning back on your heel and storming away.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice booms behind you, but you're too irritated to think or act rationally. You simply continue stomping away, too stubborn to accept a ride back to the resort with him. Safety be damned. You have pregnancy tests and chapstick to defend yourself with.

The rumbling of his bike gets louder and after a few seconds, he pulls up next to you. "Get on the damn bike, Y/N," He orders you sternly.

"Fuck you," You spit, walking even faster.

He trails slowly behind you, his bike swaying side to side as he does his best to keep the slow pace. "You're going the wrong way, dipshit," He says, and it feels like the air turns twenty degrees colder.

The old nickname makes you falter in your steps, but you continue moving. "Maybe I'm taking the scenic route," You utter.

He speeds up for a second before turning his bike in front of you, stopping you from going any further. With a glare, he lets out a huff through his nostrils. "Get on the bike. I'm tired, and I don't have time for this," He says curtly.

"Then go back to the hotel and get in bed," You say with your arms folded across your chest. "I'm sure Jean's waiting for you."

Bucky narrows his eyes at you. "What, are you jealous?" He asks, to which you scoff.

"You wish!" You all but yell. "Just go. I'll call an Uber."

"It's almost 1am. I'm not letting you get a cab alone," He says bluntly. "Get on the bike, we'll go back to the hotel, and we can pretend like this night didn't happen."

A dry laugh leaves your mouth of its own accord. "I've heard that before," You mutter bitterly.

Without a word, he holds the helmet out to you. You roll your eyes before grabbing it off him and getting on the bike, as much as it pains you to give in. This time, even though you're terrified, you keep your hands firmly on the handles behind you, refusing to let him think you want to touch him. Although it hurts to be back at square one with him, it's easier to focus on being annoyed at him than to realize he's over you.

Once you get back to the resort, you clamber off the bike and pull the helmet off, putting it down where you were sitting. He sits and types on his phone.

"Thanks for the ride," You mumble like a child being forced to show manners.

He just grunts in response.

The next morning at breakfast, you're inwardly stressing as you try to find the perfect opportunity for you to transport the five pregnancy tests in your bag to Sharon's without anyone seeing.

"Y/N, sit down!" Gwen calls out before grabbing your hand and yanking you down onto the empty seat next to her.

You give her a smile. "I actually just need to speak to Shar-"

"Eat first," She cuts you off sternly as she places a pastry onto your plate.

"Ooh, those look good," The person sitting on the other side of you comments. You turn to see none other than Bucky's date, Jean. "Could you please hand me one?"

Of course she's lovely and polite. Fuck's sake.

"Sure," You reply with a smile as you grab the platter and hold it out to her.

She grabs a square croissant and puts it on her plate with a bashful look. "Thank you. God, this is so surreal," She says with flushed cheeks. "I'm just, like, a huge fan of you."

Damn. She's making it really hard to hate her.

"That's so sweet, thank you," You reply.

"It's just crazy being in a room, practically on vacation, with a group of people I look up to," She continues with awe in her eyes. "Oh, I'm Jean, by the way. I... I'm here with... uh..."

"It's alright. I know you're Bucky's date," You tell her with a soft laugh. "I'm not sweating over a six-month situationship I had three years ago, don't worry."

A throat clear behind you. "Morning, everyone," Bucky says, squeezing her shoulders before taking a seat next to her.

"Oops," You whisper to yourself.

"Morning, sunshine," Jean greets him sweetly with a kiss on his cheek before she turns back to you. "So, I have to ask you: what was it like working with the Norman Osborn? Was it everything I dream about?"

"Oh, and more," You answer her emphatically. "He's just... a genius. It sounds cliché, but that's really the only way I can describe him. Being on set with him alone was flabbergasting, but being directed by him? I genuinely felt like a new woman every day. A new actress, should I say."

"Wow. I am so jealous," Jean says. "And the movie was incredible. You're gonna think I'm lying, but I literally watched it in theatres, like, twelve times."

"So, you're who I need to thank for the box office success," You say teasingly.

"You were so robbed at the Oscars this year," She says with a scoff. "Like, I know the other nominees were great, but none of them held a candle to your performance."

"I was just grateful to be nominated," You tell her, giving her the PR-approved response.

She narrows her eyes, leans in, and lowers her voice. "Yeah, but you were also thinking, what the fuck? Right?" Jean whispers. "Don't worry, it's a safe space."

With a delighted laugh, you lightly push her arm. "Of course not," You say, before whispering, "Maybe."

After spending the entirety of breakfast laughing non-stop with Bucky's girlfriend, much to the surprise of everyone, you soon become acutely aware of the tests in your bag.

As everyone gets up to return to their rooms and freshen up before the day's activities, you pull Sharon to a quiet corner. "Hey," You whisper. "How are you feeling?"

"Okay," She answers with a quick nod. "Haven't vomited today, but we'll see how long breakfast lasts."

"Uh, I've got the... things," You utter, giving her a pointed look as you shake your bag.

"Oh! Yeah, great, thank you so much," She says, holding your hands. "How was it with Bucky? I hope it wasn't too awkward? He didn't see, did he?"

Opting not to tell her about how he saw you buying the tests and how you subsequently screamed at him in the street, you nod. "It was fine," You lie. "Do you want them now?"

"Yes," She says, holding her bag open next to yours. "Just... don't be suspicious."

Trying to act casual, angling your bags so that nobody behind can see them, you slowly transport the tests one by one from your bag to hers.

"Fuck, how many did you get?" She asks with wide eyes.

"I figured you'd want to be really sure," You tell her with a shrug as you drop the last one in.

A smile breaks out on her face. "You know me so well," She says, pulling you in for a hug. "Thank you. You're the best."

"Do you wanna take one now?" You ask as you pull away. "I can come with you."

"I'm gonna wait until tomorrow," She tells you. "When Mom's here. I need her with me in case it's... yeah."

"Of course," You say with an understanding nod, though the sentiment doesn't reach your heart. Not having a mom in your life means if you were in Sharon's position, it would be her or Gwen you needed by your side - and for some twisted reason, it has you feeling bitter that you wouldn't be their chosen pregnancy-test aide. You know it's irrational and unfair to feel that way, but you can't help it.

"Okay, let's go back to everyone before they wonder what we're talking about," Sharon chirps as she takes your arm and leads you back to the group.

Jean gasps and rushes over to you when she sees you. "Hey, have you been to the spa yet?" She asks you excitedly.

"I haven't, actually," You tell her. "Been too busy helping Sharon out with wedding stuff."

"You have to come," She says, grabbing your hand. "They are incredible here. Bring Pietro, too - it can be like a double date at the spa!"

Realizing that that means Bucky will also be there, you falter. "Uh, I don't know if Pietro will-"

"If Pietro will what?" The man himself  asks as he appears, hugging you from behind.

"Oh, we were talking about spending some time at the spa," Jean tells him. "You're down, right?"

"Absolutely," He answers.

"So, it's settled!" She exclaims with a giddy grin. "We'll meet you there in an hour."

"Can't wait," You say half-heartedly.

You all but melt into the warm hot tub, closing your eyes and letting all your stress go with the steam. Pregnancy tests. Exes. Forget it all.

"Mind if I join?" An all too familiar voice asks.

Opening your eyes, you see Bucky stepping down into the tub. "Doesn't seem like I have a choice," You mutter.

There's a few moments of blissful silence, and you close your eyes again, electing to pretend as though he isn't there. The sound of Pietro and Jean racing laps in the swimming pool fades into the background, and all you can hear is the bubbles fizzing-

"So, a six-month situationship, huh?" Bucky abruptly cuts into your thoughts. "That's how you look at it?"

You let out a deep sigh, refusing to let him bait you into giving him a reaction. "What else would you call it?" You ask him.

He doesn't answer, but you're not foolish enough to think that's the end of the conversation. "So, you pregnant?" He asks bluntly.

"No," You reply.

"Took all five tests?"

"Shut up."

"Make me."

"Were you always this childish?" You ask, opening your eyes to glare at him. "I'm none of your business anymore, Barnes. I haven't been for three years."

He's staring at you. "A heads-up would've been nice," He says bitterly. "Y'know, that 'see you later' actually meant fuck you, I'm done."

"I wasn't done," You correct him gravely. "Though you obviously were."

"Are you kidding me?" He asks with a dry laugh.

"Oh, sorry, all the times you tried so hard to contact me must've got lost in the mail," You say flatly.

"Contact you? And when was the best time? When you were dating your co-star while filming in Australia? Or maybe when you came back and started dating those other schmucks?" He spits.

"You cannot be serious," You say gravely. "Says Mr. 'Dating Three Women At Once'!"

"Really? You of all people believe what the media said?" Bucky asks incredulously.

"Oh, fuck you!" You yell, standing up.

"Fuck you," He returns just as harshly, standing up as well.

He's looking down at you with a look in his eyes you haven't seen since you first met - that day on Steve's yacht when you first debuted your fake relationship to the world. It sends a shiver down your spine. Full of rage and seemingly genuine hatred - and it makes you want to kiss him.

Bucky tries to stay strong, but his eyes betray him, flickering down to look at your drenched, bikini-clad body, the same body he's been missing for three years. He remembers all the places he left marks, and all the places he kissed it better.

"I never forgot how I felt," He says in a hushed, rushed tone.

"You didn't even blink at the possibility of me being pregnant with another man's child," You point out coldly.

"Listen to me," He utters, grabbing your wrist. "I thought about you every single minute. I still do."

"Bucky, shut up," You whisper, highly aware of both Pietro and Jean making their way over.

"Tell me you don't feel the same," He challenges you. "Tell me you don't want anymore. That you don't love me anymore."

"What the fuck, Barnes?" You hiss.

"If you can tell me you don't love me anymore, I won't bring it up again," He says.

You raise a brow.

His jaw clenches for a second. "But if you can't, I'll spend every waking moment getting you back," He finishes.

With a pit in your stomach and a lump in your throat, you shoot him one last glare. "You're too late," You utter before pulling your wrist out of his grip and leaving him there alone.

Friday evening arrives, and with it, the rehearsal dinner. Steve and Sharon's families have also arrived at the resort, meaning there's a lot more people around the table which makes it a heck of a lot easier to ignore Bucky's stares.

"What is going on between you?" Gwen asks you in a hushed voice as you're served by the waiting staff. "He hasn't stopped looking at you all day, with that weird, intense stare. Did you speak to him?"

With a shrug, you pick up your glass of wine. "It's Bucky. He's always weird and intense," You answer lamely.

"Oh, my God. Did he say something to you?" She presses. "You have to tell me. Are you guys... sleeping together?"

"What? No," You answer instantly. "What do you think of me, Gwen?"

"I don't know; when two people with history reconnect, there can be major sparks," She says while cutting into a roasted potato. "All the feelings come rushing back."

Instead of validating her theory with a response, you begin to eat.

"Holy shit. You did reconnect, didn't you?" She hisses. "I knew it!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," You say plainly.

She lets out a sigh. "Look, if you realized that there are still strong feelings between you, that's not a bad thing."

"Not a bad thing? He's got a girlfriend!" You whisper-shout, grateful for the sound of cutlery on porcelain drowning you out.

"Hasn't stopped you before," Gwen lets out before gasping at herself. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that. I mean - what he had with Natasha wasn't even real-"

"I get it, Gwen, it's fine," You cut in, and the two of you leave it at that.

While you're eating, Sharon gets out of her seat and walks around the table to you, smiling and squeezing the shoulders of everyone she passes on her way. When she gets to you, she brings her mouth to your ear and lowers her voice. "Can you come to the lobby with me?"

Once again, you're filled with anxiety and dread as you follow her out of the room. She holds your hand tight, and neither of you say a word as you walk to the lobby.

"Everything okay?" You ask once you get there, making sure the receptionist is out of earshot.

Sharon takes in a deep breath. "I took the test. Well, all five tests," She begins, a mixture of worry and fear in her eyes. "And... they were all positive."

You slap your hands over your mouth. "Oh, my God!" You all but scream, thankfully muffling your voice with your hands.

"I know!" She exclaims, breathing in and out quickly.

"That's amazing!" You tell her with a wide grin. "Congratulations!"

"Thank you," She whispers with teary eyes.

"Have you told Steve?" You ask her, to which she shakes her head.

"Not yet. I just... I don't know how," She admits. "My mom said I should just tell him, but... what if he gets scared? What if it's too much for him and he gets cold feet?"

"Sharon, that man looks at you like you hung the moon and stars," You tell her, holding her shoulders. "He loves you more than anything. The last thing he would do is leave you alone, especially if he knew the truth. Love isn't something you can just... throw away. Forget about. You can only confront it, and accept it... and... denying yourself of it would be the biggest disservice you could do to yourself."

She narrows her eyes. "Are we still talking about me being pregnant?"

You raise your brows, and let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding in. "I don't know," You say in a small voice.

"Okay, well, I want to do something special for him," She tells you. "He's always planning so many nice surprises for me, and I want to do the same. So, I need your help."

"Anything," You tell her.

A sly grin grows on her face. "I love you," She says.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask her with a frown. "Like you've done something I won't like?"

"Well, I thought you might need some help setting it up," She begins, glancing behind her. "So, I enlisted another pair of hands. The only other person I trust with my life who wouldn't go to the press."

Before you can ask her exactly who she's talking about, none other than Bucky walks into the lobby with an expectant look on his face. "Hey, Sharon. What is it you needed my help with?"

She looks at you with wide, hopeful eyes. "I don't want him to know it's for me, yet," She whispers to you. "Don't want him to know before Steve. You can tell him the truth once Steve knows."

With a sigh, you swallow your pride. "Uh, fuck. It's me, Barnes," You say flatly, hating every second of this. "As it turns out... I am pregnant."

He looks taken aback.

"And she wants to surprise Pietro," Sharon chimes in. "Can you help her set up the surprise on the beach? At this point, we don't want anyone knowing that doesn't need to, or that we don't trust."

With a nod, Bucky keeps his face free of emotion. "Of course."

You're convinced that you died and this is hell, because you've experienced nothing worse than setting up a 'We're Pregnant!' message on the beach with Bucky, who thinks the pregnancy is yours, and that the father is Pietro.

Bucky seems to have an artistic eye as he sets out the flowers around the words in the sand. You're lighting the candles, wondering how it got to this.

"This is so weird," You mumble.

"Yep," He replies curtly. "Didn't imagine this would be happening three years ago."

"It's been a long time," You say. "A lot has changed."

"You haven't," He says, looking down at the sand. "Still just as gorgeous."

A soft laugh leaves your mouth. "Should you be flirting with a pregnant woman?"

Bucky looks up at you, into your eyes. "Do you love him?" He asks you.

You struggle with the lighter, letting out a frustrated huff before answering him. "It started out as just sex," You say truthfully.

"Like us?"

You snort. "I guess."

"Do you love him?" He asks you again.

"Let's... not do this now," You suggest.

He lets out a long sigh and sits up. "When it ended with Natasha... my first thought was you. Carol told me to wait, at least a few weeks, so it didn't look like I was just jumping between you. I also didn't want to overwhelm you, or take attention off the fact that you won the case," He tells you. "Then you left New York to film in Australia. And the rumors about you and Luke... I just thought it would be best to leave you to it. You were working abroad. It wasn't the right time."

"Then I came back, and you were dating someone else," You remember.

"Wasn't dating her," He mumbles. "Emma and I were just friends."

"Well, it didn't look like that, and I didn't wanna reach out just to hear that you had moved on," You tell him truthfully. "I... I don't think I could have handled hearing that. For it to be final. Outlined clearly. I guess it was easier to live with the vagueness. The hope that... maybe we just needed time, and eventually we'd find each other again. But I couldn't listen to you telling me you were with someone else. I just couldn't."

He lets out a shaky breath. "I felt the same," He admits. "I know I'm a fucking coward for not trying harder. And now I'm too late."

"You're not a coward. You were just protecting yourself," You say lowly, before looking around. "I think we're done. Thanks for your help."

"Of course," He mumbles.

Sending Sharon a quick text telling her it's ready, you get up to leave. Bucky begins walking away, a look of dejection on his face, when you grab his hand. "Hold on. Just... wait here with me," You say, pulling him behind a rock.

"What are we doing here?" He asks you with a frown.

"Just wait," You whisper, looking over the rock. A few minutes pass before Sharon and Steve walk out the hotel.

"What are they doing here?" Bucky wonders. "Want me to stall them while you wait for Pietro?"

"Wait," You repeat, feeling the confusion emanate from him.

As Sharon and Steve make their way down to the beach, you hold your breath. Steve seems confused to the babble leaving Sharon's mouth, until they get to the candles and message in the sand. They stop. He's looking down at it. He looks back up at her, and she's grinning at him. With a laugh, he swoops her into his arms and spins her around.

You turn to look at Bucky, who just looks absolutely lost.

"What... they... huh?" He utters.

"The tests weren't for me. They were for Sharon," You reveal. "And this whole thing was for Steve, not Pietro. Sharon was just really scared of everyone finding out, and wanted Steve to know before anyone else."

Bucky's lips part in shock, and he just stares down at you. "So, you and Pietro..."

"We just sleep together every now and then," You admit. "I just... wanted to bring someone in case you brought someone. Which you did."

"Jean and I aren't... we're just friends," He tells you. "We're working on a film together. I mentioned that I wasn't bringing a plus-one, and she asked if she could come with me so she could network."

"So..." You trail off, your heart racing.

"So..." He echoes, raising a brow. "I still love you. I still want you more than I've ever wanted anything else. If I have to spend another three years proving myself to you, I will."

"Bucky... I... I love you, too," You say, the words finally flying free. "I don't want to waste any more time. But... I have a lot to think about," You tell him. "And a conversation to have with Pietro. But I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah. The big day," He says, looking as though he's holding back from doing something he wants to do.

"Yeah. Very big," You say awkwardly. "Well... good night."

He takes a step closer to you, and you forget how to breathe. Looking down at you, he cups your cheek in his hand. "Good night," He replies.

Swallowing thickly, you nod.

How the fuck are you supposed to get any sleep tonight?

The wedding ceremony is beautiful. The love Steve and Sharon have for each other is evident in their vows and the way they look at each other, and you can't help but notice the glow on Sharon's face. However, the reception is when the real fun starts.

You've been pouring water shots for Sharon whenever someone wants to do a round with her, because she isn't ready for everyone to know about the baby yet. As her maid of honor, you've barely had a chance to sit down, having to fight all the small fires that arise to make sure she doesn't realize anything's wrong. You're grateful once the cake's been cut and the dance floor fills up, meaning you can finally relax as the party goes on.

"It's so unfair that you're breaking up with me," Pietro whines as he looks you up and down. "In that dress? You're killing me."

"Get a grip, Maximoff," You say with an eye roll.

"C'mon, let's dance!" He says, pulling you onto the dance floor before you have a chance to say no.

It's an upbeat song at first, one that you can simply clap along to so as not to make a fool of yourself - but then the band switches to a slow ballad.

"Everyone, grab someone you care about and let's dance a little slower," The singer says.

Bucky suddenly appears behind Pietro, placing his hand on his shoulder. "Hey, man. Mind if I steal her from you?"

Only looking slightly intimidated, Pietro nods. "Of course, man. Have fun," He says, giving you a grin before walking away.

As the song begins, a rendition of Can't Help Falling In Love, you smile and shake your head. "Did you request this?" You ask him, placing your hands on his shoulder.

"Who? Me?" He asks with faux innocence as he takes your waist in his hands. "I don't know what you mean."

"Cheesy fucker," You mumble, unable to keep the smile on your face.

This song reminds you of one of the best days you ever spent with him - when you met his family. Losing them was another painful thing you had to deal with when you left Bucky, and getting to see them again is one of the things you're most excited about.

"How is everyone?" You ask him. "Rebecca?"

"She's doing well," He says with a smile. "She's a teacher at our old school."

"I miss her," You tell him. "I miss them all."

"We can see them soon," Bucky tells you. "They've never stopped asking me about you. Ma will probably faint when I tell her you're mine for real this time."

"I'm yours?" You ask teasingly. "Prove it, Mr. Barnes."

He lets out a breathy laugh before moving in closer, holding your body to his, and bringing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. It was everything you've been missing and more. You feel just as safe with him as you did all those years ago.

When he pulls away, he shakes his head. "I can't believe I ever thought I could keep you at a distance. At the start, when I did everything I could to ignore my feelings," He says. "All you ever were was perfect. And I let fear keep me from being with you."

"We both did," You tell him. "And nobody can blame us. We'd never been in love before. Never thought we ever would be. But you came into my life, and... you taught me love. Showed me what it's supposed to be. And I want to spend my life loving you, without judgement, without hiding from the world. I love you, Jamie. No amount of time could have ever changed that. I never moved on, never forgot. I'll always be yours."

"And I'll always be yours," Bucky swears. "I'm gonna look after you, always. I went through life without feeling anything real before I met you. And you made me feel it all. Anger, hate, irritation."

"Damn," You utter lowly.

"Joy, appreciation, love," He adds with a smile. "It's like I was only pretending to feel those things before you made me really feel them. You lit a fire in me. Made me real. You made me real. I want to spend the rest of my life thanking you for that."

"I wish I could tell the Bucky from three and a half years ago that he'd be saying all this one day," You say with a grin. "He'd lose his fucking mind."

"Ah, he was a dick," He says flippantly. "Didn't know a thing."

"He was a dick," You agree, leaning in. "But... he was also really good in bed."

A smirk pulls at his lips. "Yeah? You enjoyed getting hate-fucked by him, didn't you?"

You bite down on your lip, squeezing his shoulders. "So. Much," You utter.

Bucky glances around the thinning-out dance floor and looks back at you. "How about, once we're done here, I take you up to one of the rooms, and fuck you like I hate you?" He suggests, sending a shiver down your spine. "What do you say? For old time's sake?"

With a grin, and ruined panties, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him before repeating, "For old time's sake."

super long a/n incominggggg

the fucking end.

so here we are. i am so not emotionally prepared to say goodbye to real people. the past eighteen weeks have felt so, so incredible (eighteen weeks??? they went so quick omg), and exactly what peak tumblr felt like for me, back in the method acting and suburban pleasure days. for those who have been following me for a while, you probably noticed i took an extremely long hiatus starting in about 2023, only really posting the odd one-shot here and there. real people was my first series back and . oh my God. the support was instant and overwhelming. it felt like a community again. my love for writing was reignited and, though there were one or two weeks when i hit writer's block and had to rush to get a chapter out, for the most part it genuinely felt like this series wrote itself. the storyline of actors fake dating has been sitting in my drafts for literal years. since before my marvel era. since before my anakin era. since an era none of you knew... my harry styles era. yep. i had a really weak intro drafted of a harry styles fanfic with the same concept. it was just called "real". and that was in like... 2016/17. so to be here now, almost a decade later, with a full series based on 16-year-old kinana's idea written and complete that I'm so proud of is so damn surreal. I genuinely would not have been able to write this without your love and support so thank you to everyone who commented and reblogged and sent me lovely messages week in and week out. you are the reason this series exists. i hope i can continue to bring you more stories. i might take a short break from posting anything for a few weeks, work on some drafts. maybe think up a new series. and work on some old ones. i'll see you soon. i love you all.

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Out of the ring (6) Dedication

Boxer Au

pairings : Boxer!Bucky x reader slight Pietro x reader

Summary: After bucky's confession, you find it hard to trust him, not wanting him to break your heart again. the walls you build up around your heart slowly crumbling down as he try's to prove his love for you.

word count- 2.7k

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mentions of an ex, comfort, building trust, small alcohol mention. (not proof read..sorry!!)

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Turning your back on him , you walk back outside joining the others, your mind thinking back to the conversation with bucky. how maybe if he did explain he'd be here with you now, not some other girl.

"Draga" the comforting nickname broke through to your mind, the bright blue eyes you'd found your self becoming so familiar with staring at you. Moving towards his voice you settled beside him on the bench, overlooking the lake. A beer in his hand he offered it to you. "did you speak to him?" he questioned, you knew he was refereeing to bucky.

"we spoke. he's not changed, he says he has" you scoff. "he's literally here with some random girl!, how am i meant to trust his word." your eyes falling towards the bottle in your hand.

"maybe it's finally time to just move on from him draga, he doesn't deserve you" pietro spoke quieter, his hand rubbing the small of your back comfortingly.

your rest your head against Pietro's shoulder and let the soft evening breeze carry away your anger. The sky above the lake is turning rose and lavender, a softness in the air as everyone talking and laughter dials down to a low hum to your ears, as if they know you need this quiet moment.

Pietro slides his arm around further around you, fingers tracing idle patterns on your side. "You deserve someone who shows up." he murmurs, voice low enough that only you can hear. Taking a slow sip of your drink, counting the bubbles that tickle your throat, grateful for the quiet comfort, stronger than any apology bucky's ever given.

You shift to look at him, they sky's colours reflected in his bright blue eyes. "Thank you." you whisper, it fells too small, but its all you've got, he smiles, that easy, knowing smile that makes your heart unclench. "always" he says, and you believe him.

"stay with me" he blurts out, eyes wild. You freeze, staring up at him, mouth agape a small gasp leaving your mouth. " i...i can't," you spoke.

Pietro's brow furrows. "Why not?"

You swallow, eyes cast over the water. "i need time...time to figure things out." you words taste bitter, even to you.

he nods slowly, a soft sadness in his gaze, "i'll wait. If you'll let me" he says, every syllable a promise you almost wish to keep.

You meet his eyes, full of warmth and hope you don't feel ready to accept. "i'm sorry," you whisper. Pietro exhales, his hand dropping from your waist brushing a stray lock of hair from your face "it's always going to be him, isn't it?" he asks rhetorically, already knowing the answer.

You press you lips together, the weight of his question pressing down on your chest. Your throat tightness and you can't meet his gaze. You'd give anything to take back the turmoil in his clear blue eyes, but the truth lodges in your ribs before you can swallow it back.

He waits, Unflinching, his shoulders squared, arms hanging loose at his sides, as if bracing himself for your answer. You look up, your voice is barely more than a breath. "i...i don't know what i feel right now." you admit. "i just know i need to figure it without dragging you into it"

Pietro's face softens. He gives a slow nod.

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He's been on edge since your conversation in the kitchen, every spare thought circling back to you, sitting beside lola staring off towards the doc, as she speak at him, her words going straight through him.

Your shoulders are hunched, cradling a drink like its the only lifeline youve got, pietro beside you leaning close, hand grazing your waist. of course. Bucky knew he would be, every chance he gets, pietro was always their proving him self to you. Bucky's gut twists. he wants to charge forward, grab your arm and pull you to him.

He watches as pietros hand drops from your waist, his head turning towards the floor. Bucky hates how his chest constricts when you look away from pietro a single "im sorry" falling from you lips. More words that bucky couldn't make out before pietro lets out a single nod before standing and leaving you alone on the doc watching the water.

You arms wrapping around yourself, as if to hold the pieces together. His boots echo on the floor as he approaches, each step an apology he hasn't yet found the words for.

He stops beside you, crouching down "mind if it sit?" His voice is soft, half hopeful. You glace up, surprise flickering in your eyes, then you slide over. Bucky settles beside you.

Shifting slightly beside you, uncomfortable almost, shoulders tense but determined. "you asked me to prove that i've changed. Ask me anything."

A sigh fell out of your lips "okay...remember that night in college when i told you i loved you and you shut me out and fucked half the campus the next week." bucky closed his eyes, the memory of you sad eyes flashing back to him when he turned you down. "i remember, of course i remember, i shut the door on you because i was scared. Chasing everyone but the one who mattered, that night...it was so real, i was afraid. A complete coward. A fuck boy hiding behind a reputation."

You silently listened to him, giving him time to say more. "i was a mess, back then i thought love was weakness. i was wrong" you fold your arms "so...lola? what is she to you bucky."

He sighed "she's just here so i didn't have to show up alone, in hindsight i realise me coming her alone wouldn't of been bad thing" dragging his calloused hand across his face "i dont want a 'maybe' anymore y/n."

You blink, something fragile flickering in your gaze. "i dont know how to feel about that james."

He flinches, like your voice is a blade finding old wounds. "i know. i told myself it was better to keep you at a distance than risk ruining you with who i was."

A bitter laugh spills from your lips. "And now?"

"Now?" he says, shifting to face you, eyes searching yours like he's trying to memorize every second. "Now i'd rather risk everything than never get to try. I don't care if we're messy, or if you made me work for it. Just...let me be honest this time."

The night hums around you, distant music and laughter from around the campfire. You look down at his hand, resting between yours and his thigh, like an open question.

"You don't get to erase what happened," you whisper

"I'm not trying to, i just want to write something new with you."

You hesitate, breath caught somewhere between pain and hope. Then slowly, carefully, you reach for this hand.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ As the night continued, you mingled with Sarah updating her on everything, she gave you that look, half 'finally' and half 'be careful' , meanwhile bucky called a uber for Lola, gently explaining to her his mistake and how he tried to bury his feelings for you but could no longer ignore them. With a small nod and an even smaller smile "go get her Barnes." she said, climbing into the uber without another word.

By the time he returned inside, he found you by the fire, Sarah now off refilling drinks. You looked at him, really looked, and something shifted. The pain wasn't gone, but it was no longer at the forefront. There was room now, Room for a maybe.

He took a step closer. "i meant what i said. All of it."

You let the quiet hand there for a beat, then said softly, "then prove it, not just tonight, james,1everyday."

He nodded, no hesitation "Starting now." And for the first time in a long time, it felt like a beginning, that maybe he really had changed, or was willing to.

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Going home that night, finding a deep comfort in the softness of your bed, the coolness of the sheets wrapping you tight, a faint smell of bucky still lingering on your pillows, you drifted to sleep, lips curled slightly, hopeful.

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Bucky doesn't prove his love with grand declarations or dramatic gestures, he does it with consistency, patience and the kind of tenderness that doesn't ask to be noticed but its felt all the same.

He shows up, every time you need him, he's there. Late night phone calls where neither of you can drift to sleep, his deep voice making your eyes feel heavy, staying on call with you until he's sure you're asleep.

Your finger hovers over his contact, pressing it before you have a change to turn you phone off. It rings out once then he picks up "Hey sweetheart" a gruff voice crackles over the phone.

There's a pause, just long enough to feel the weight of it. Then "Did i wake you?" You question. "No doll, i couldn't sleep."

"Me neither" you say, voice quiet with the need to sleep. "Been thinking about you" he says, voice low and warm, like he's only a breath away.

You heart stutters. It had been a week since sam's get together, you wanted to take things slow with bucky, the only time you've spoken to him was over the phone. Unsure if you wanted to admit it but you missed his too.

The conversation dips into the easy rhythm, the kind that only happens when its late enough to be real. He tells you about this song he couldn't get out of his head, how he's felling about an upcoming fight."

You laughed, you teased, you listened. Before quietly drifting of to sleep to his voice.

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Over time you began going out with him, slowly but surely trusting him more and more. However old wounds came to the surface.

Walking across your favourite nature park, you feel his grip on your hand tighten, the moment she appears. Dot. Of course. Stunning, of course, with a smirk that said she remembered everything.

She saunters over like she never stopped being relevant "Bucky," she says false surprise painting her features , with a slow, knowing smile. "Wow...small world." You hate the way her eyes land on you

The air suddenly too tight around your lungs. Dot's smile widened, sharpening with a memory you couldn't share, one you never wanted to.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and let her gaze roam deliberately over you, then back at bucky. "Company?" her tone danced between innocent surprise and calculated edge. "Interesting choice."

Bucky's hand slid to yours, fingers curling protectively. You felt the warmth of him, like he was trying to tether you before the past could pull you apart. He cleared his throat "Y/n's my partner" he said, voice steady but quiet.

Dot laughed, a soft, mocking sound. "Partner," she repeated. "Funny word, we were partners once, too." She angled her head, as if waiting for confession. Your stomach churned, was this a reunion or a showdown?

You tightened your grip on Bucky's hand, heart pounding. Every instinct screaming to bolt, to hide in his safety, but something in you flared instead. You stepped forward, meeting dots stare. "That was then," you said, voice trembling but firm. "This is now."

"Bucky doesn't play house darling, he'll get bored of you." she grits out. Bucky stiffens, but keeps his voice even. "Dot, were not playing house. i'm serious about y/n."

She sneers, cutting him off. “Right. You’re serious about her. Funny, I don’t remember you ever sticking around long enough to be serious about anyone.” She steps closer, gaze flicking to you, lips curled. Wincing at her sharp words.

Seeing her movement bucky's hand tightens on yours, protectively, fierce, he squares his shoulder stepping Infront of you slightly. "That's enough. Back off."

Deciding he was done listening to her, he turned around guiding you with him, ensuring you were just in front of him, you shoulders close together.

Caught up in you mind, of seeing bucky and dot together back in college, swarmed your mind, placing seeds of doubt. Until his warm hand wraps around your waist. "Lets do doll, i've got you"

Walking further down the path, closer to you apartment., just you, him and the hush of the late afternoon light, You're tense, anger and hurt warring for space in your chest. Bucky stops, turning to you, gently tucking a stray hair behind you ear.

"I'm so sorry." He whispers, voice steady but thick with regret. Pulling you tight to his chest, his metal arm fells cool against your back calming your nerves, you bury your face in his shoulder, and he strokes your hair, one hand threading through the strands at the nape of your neck. "She shouldn't have spoken to you like that, the things she said mean nothing, she was just trying to get to you" he mutters into your hair, pressing soft kisses after words.

Taking you hand and leading you towards the steps of out apartment, giving you time to pull out your keys, letting your self in. He stills near the door, not wanting to intrude, unsure if you would want him to come inside or not, not wanting to rush you. "I'll see you soon?" he speak quietly.

you grab his hand pulling him inside "Stay with me." you speak quietly needing him with you tonight, longing to fall asleep in his welcoming arms. "yeah?" he speaks quietly making sure this is what you want. With a nod from you, you lead him into your apartment. " if you want me here, then i'm not going anywhere." he comforts you, following you inside.

Pulling you tight against his chest, clad in your pyjamas against his bare chest, the warmth radiating of him compelling you to sleep, wrapping an arm around your waist, his metal arm resting lightly on your hips as if anchoring you. "Sleep if you can sweetheart, i'll be right here."

You drift off to the feeling of his heartbeat and the soft promise of his words. Moments before sleep pulls you under, you feel his hand begin to trace lazy patterns down your arm. He murmurs "Thank you for letting me stay." before quietly drifting of to sleep himself.

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It happens over the course of a few weeks. Small moments stacking up into you realize your not just falling in love with him again, you're learning to trust him.

Day by day, he kept his word. When he said he'd call at noon, he called. If he promised to skip sparing with Steve so they could cook together, he cancelled every plan without hesitation. He traded his reputation for vulnerability, working on his communication, and letting down the walls he'd built so carefully over the years. There were moments where old habits tried to claw their way back in, him closing him self off after loosing a fight not wanting to have to speak about how he was feeling, but he caught himself, apologizing faster, listening more, speaking more.

As weeks together merged to months, their rituals had taken root, Saturday mornings were for coffee on your tiny balcony. He'd text you midday from wherever he was, not because he had to prove anything but because he genuinely missed you. And when he came over, you both spent hours wrapped up together reviewing your days or speaking about meaningless topics for hours on end until you both drifted off.

One night you found your self both listening to music, bucky was reading beside you one arm wrapped around your shoulders pulling you to his side. You let out a soft hum, taking a sip of your coffee bucky had carefully made for you. Placing his book down he turns to you taking in the sight of your face "so beautiful" he mumbles a soft smile on his face.

You feel your heart swell. "i love you" you blurt out, eyes going wide. the beating of your heart speeding up as he stares at you, a moment of silence, you start to doubt your self, maybe it was too soon.

His larger hands move up to your face cupping you cheeks as he pulls you into a desperate and deep kiss. Puling back he slowly speaks out " i love you doll." his thumb caressing your cheek, as a smile blooms across his face.

A grin spreads across your cheeks, launching yourself back into his arms, wrapping yours around his neck pulling him into a kiss, full of passion and want. Laugher falling out of both your throats. "i love you so much sweetheart, and ill spend forever proving it to you."

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Out of the ring (5) reality

Boxer Au

pairing: Boxer!Bucky x Reader slight Pietro x reader

word count: 2.6K

Summary: after their night together reliving old memories and old feelings, reality of his decision comes crashing down on her in the morning.

warnings: Angst, slight smut, hurt reader, bucky is still a bit of an ass and awful at communicating, some fluff, mentions of alcohol, mentions of cheating, bucky is jealous.

characters - Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Sarah Wilson, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff (mentions of Vision) , original OC character for plot.

authors note: Were so back!! i literally fell of the face of the earth and disappeared but i felt like writing randomly so! here you go! (this is not proof read, sorry!)

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Waking up that morning, a deep ache in your head, the events of last night flashing through your mind, slightly hazed from the alcohol, a tingle deep in your stomach recalling the events.

Beside you the weight of the mattress moved, he moved. Your head snapped towards him, eyes softening at the look of his, his hair a mess from the night, golden beams of sun brushing against his skin,

Gently bringing your hand up running your fingers along the side of his face, feeling the sharp prickle of his stubble, letting yourself bask in the quiet moment of having him all to your self, not something you think you ached for anymore having parted with the fact bucky would ever change, no matter how much that small part of you hoped that he would.

A phone began ringing from a discarded pair of jeans left on the floor, caught your attention. Along with waking up the large build beside you, his eyes parted, his usual bright blue eyes are a deep blue, his pupils blown wide. a small smile appearing on his face as he takes you in eyes skimming over your bare skin, bruised marks peppering up across you skin from left his mouth.

"your phone.." you mumbled, sleep still evident in your voice. He rubbed his eyes sitting up in the bed a groan falling out of his mouth as he stretched, his back muscles contacting as he moved off the bed towards his phone.

'shit.' he muttered under his breath ,remembering he was planning to meet the guys down in the gym to spar, quickly grabbing his trousers of the floor and shoving his legs into them, buckling his belt as he looked around for his shirt.

your brows furrowed at his change in mood, your heart beginning to sink. "everything okay?" the words came out quieter than you intended.

cleaning his throat, he slipped his shirt on after locating it stuffed at the end of the bed. "yeah fine. i need to go." he spoke avoiding meeting your gaze. He didn't know why he didn't just explain why he needed to go,

A scoff left your lips, rolling your eyes as you sat up pulling the blanket up with you to cover your chest. Your lips parting to reply back, when the words failed leaving you speechless, of course he hadn't changed, he didn't suddenly realise he has feeling for you, you were just convenient. again.

pulling your self up from the bed, making you way to your bathroom, leaving him standing in your room as the door slams behind you, not wanting to see him anymore, a tear glides down your cheek, propelling down your neck softly wetting the marks he left.

dropping down with your back against the door, you hands found you head, gliding into your hair as you let out a gentle sob.

he stared at the now closed bathroom door, brows furrowed, he contemplated walking towards the door to explain to you, until his phone vibrated in his pocket again breaking his thoughts. making him roll his eyes, however it was a different person this time.

Lola- Hey champ, cant wait to see you tonight! xx

The girl he had been sleeping with, nothing serious, to bucky of course. he groaned ignoring her message, shoving his phone back in his pocket as he made his way out of your apartment.

hearing you apartment door shut you gathered yourself, standing up deciding it would be best to have a shower and just get on with your day, you were done waiting for bucky to finally love you, last night was a mistake you both made.

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The sound of skin slapping against punching bags echoed through out the gym, quiet grunts and talking scatted through out the place, bucky made his way over to the ring in the middle of the room, where he normally found himself training.

Steve and Sam stood chatting on the side absently watching Thor spar. As Sam gaze wanders he catches bucky walking in "hey man, didn't think you'd be coming...to busy with y/n and all" he smirked giving the tall man a wink, Bucky's head dropped, of course everyone noticed you and bucky had disappeared that night. "nope." he grunted becoming quickly annoyed by Sam.

"no seriously man, did you guys finally get together?" Steve spoke up

causing bucky to furrow his brows, "don't be stupid" walking past the both of them, pulling himself up into the ring, ready to spar to get some of his frustration out.

of course he wanted to be with you right now, he wanted nothing more than to still be in bed with you wrapped up with you, but some part of him didn't trust himself, not around you, he couldn't do that to you, not wanting you to give your all to him and him just leave like he has done so many times before.

unbeknownst to bucky, he already had you, and already had hurt you.

Sam's brows furrowed at his words, a part of him had always known about your feelings for bucky, and wished it worked out between you both. Slipping his phone out, deciding to check in on you.

Sam- hey sugar, how you feeling you were slamming those shots back last night like crazy

Your phone pining brings you out of your daze, stepping out of the shower wrapping a towel tight around your self, catching a look of yourself in the mirror as you walked by the hickeys littered on your skin making your stomach drop, reminding you of how stupid you could be to let him back into your bed again.

Quickly shutting a part of you off that hoped that bucky had messaged you, explaining his quick departure. A small smile spread across your face as you saw Sam's.

y/n- my heads seen better days

Sam- Youll be okay, u still meeting us later at the boat? sarah cant wait to see you sugar

sighing you had completely forgot about that, promising sarah you would go, you time together being more sparce as you both became busier.

y/n- ofc sammy, ill see you later!

quickly typing back, as the pounding in you head became stronger, making you way to the kitchen to cook up something and having a glass of water, hoping to calm down this hangover.

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As the time ticked away you became acutely away of how you'd have to get ready to go to the Wilsons soon, groaning as you hall yourself out of bed, having cocooned yourself in their all day.

Searching your wardrobe, pulling out a summery dress, blue in colour with small white flowers printed across it, you loved the way it perfectly clung to your shape, highlighting the curves of your body in the best way.

doing you hair quickly after doing you make up, it made you feel better about the events of earlier, which had been replying in your head. maybe this was the last straw for you, after trusting bucky all those years ago for his to shatter your heart, and then for last night him to get back into your bed just to leave immediately in the morning.

you scoffed reliving his actions, shaking you head as your phone pinged.

Piet- Hey pretty girl, we're outside x

Smiling at your phone, you grabbed your bag and began to head downstairs to him parked outside. Pietro and his sister were always close friends of yours, they were especially there for you after bucky broke your heart back in college, pietro always willing to lend an ear whenever you needed.

Walking outside you smiled at you saw the flashy car, rolling you eyes with a bright smile on your face, already forgetting about earlier. The red head waved her hand dramatically with a large grin plastered on her face from the back seat, a contrast to her silver haired brother smirking at you as you walked closer to his car.

"hey pretty" he rough voice broke out as you sat down next to him, feeling hand shoot out from behind you grabbing your shoulders. A laugh fell from your lips and the red heads excitment.

"hey guys" you smiled settling into the seat.

over the drive to the Wilsons, Wanda filled you in on her situation with vision, causing occasional groans from her brother. When the conversation died down about Wanda's love life she quickly turned to yours demanded to be updated.

Your sudden quietness peaked the interest of them both. Sighing preparing yourself to confess, knowing they wouldn't let it go.

"nothing new really...i uh...hooked up with bucky last night...other than that nothing." you confessed quietly knowing how the pair would react.

Pietro's grip tightened on the steering wheel his knuckles turning white, a stern expression forming on his face.

"what." he practically growled "your not serious? you cant be. after how he hurt you?" the atmosphere drastically changed in the car feeing the anger radiating off of him.

"i guess, i don't know, we were drunk and it just happened" you spoke back avoiding the blondes eye.

"well?" the red head spoke up from the back "was it good? is he different?" her hands moving back to resting on your shoulders from behind your hair.

silence echoed through the car, your head dipping slightly to hide your eyes, ashamed. "it was good" you muttered. "he left. this morning. as soon as he woke up" you admitted your voice cracking.

a harsh laugh ripped through Pietro's throat "of course he left, he's a fucking ass y/n, he doesn't care about your feelings, didn't you learn that the first time, i sure as hell did." scolding you.

turning your head to look out the window, you knew Pietro was right, he always was. " I'm sorry pretty girl, i just really don't like the guy." he mutters out feeling bad for scolding you., you nodded in response placing your hand on his squeezing slightly.

The rest of the drive was quiet until you pulled up at Sam's.

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Stepping out the car you were immediately greeted by Sam jogging over to you, wrapping you up in a hug.

"come on everyone if over by the bbq" he smiled cheerfully, greating both wanda and pietro before grabbing you hand and taking you over to the rest.

your gaze wandered around the crowd of familiar people, however one caught your eye. of course he was here, you had the same friends, you just didn't expect him to be her with a girl on his arm.

closing you eyes trying to forget about the sight in front of you, as you began to greet everyone. Once everyone arrived and settled down you found you self in between Sarah and Pietro, his hand rested on your lower back comfortingly.

Bucky's eyes occasionally flicked up to where you were sat talking with them both, an ache in his stomach, that you weren't next to him, when Pietro first sat down next to you, the rage that coursed through bucky was extreme, but he knew he had no right to be annoyed, you weren't his, and bucky was here with another girl after all, which he deeply regretted, the girl beside him. Lola. Had begged to be introduced to all his friends, they'd only hooked up few times and to bucky it meant nothing, but he figured it couldn't hurt.

This was before he had that night with you, and when he saw your face first drop when you saw them together he regretted nothing more than not telling Lola he changed his mind and that she couldn't come.

Sam's voice rang out telling everyone the food was ready, multiple people shooting up racing to get first in line to the freshly cooked food. Pietro of course was the first, quickly leaving you by yourself as you slowly joined the line.

A voice cleared behind you, grabbing your attention, turning your head it was met with those piercing blue eyes you knew too well. "Doll." he spoke quietly "I'm so sorry i had to leave this morning without explaining" his big eyes staring at her.

As you were about to ask him to explain a high pitched voice broke through into yours and Bucky's conversation "bucky baby who's this" she smiled turning towards you. The nickname causing a pang in your heart. "I'm y/n, its nice to meet you " you introduced your self not wanting to be rude. Before turning around back towards the rest of the group ready to get your food, you met Bucky's eyes shaking your head slightly and his wide eyes quickly looked towards the floor.

Thanking Sam for the food you sat back down, next to Pietro, as the night moved on the chatted amongst you all became louder, easier.

After having a few drinks, you felt the tension melt away, easily finding yourself swaying to the music, feeling a hand grasp yours ,you glanced behind you, Pietro's smirk plastered on his face as he pulled you to a open space to dance with him, laughs bubbled from your lips.

Drawing Bucky's attention to you, the sound of your laugh has the corner of his lips curling up, looking over to where you were they fell seeing you with Pietro, bucky knew he had a thing for you back in college, he didn't think he still did.

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You made your way inside Sam's house, grabbing more drinks to bring outside for everyone, footsteps followed you in, a hand gently placed in the small of your back.

"oh piet will you help me carry some of these outside"

"guess again sweetheart" a deeper voice sounded from behind you, making you jump. spinning around to see the tall familiar frame, "barnes" you muttered.

His eyebrow quirked up at the use of his last name, "that's not what you were calling me last night, now was it doll" his hands fell beside your hips pressing you against the counter.

"get the hell of me barnes. last night was a mistake." you snapped, missing the way the look in his eyes softened at what you said. Stepping back slightly giving you space to move.

"i am sorry i just left this mornin'. I had completely forgot i told the guys id spar with them at the gym, it was stevie calling me." he spoke with a soft voice, eyes locking with yours.

you took in his words thinking back to this morning "whatever bucky, that doesn't matter, you are literally here with a girl right now, and i'm sure this isn't a new thing." your voice was harsh compared to his. "does she know that you were with me last night, in my apartment. In me." You spat, you words taking him back.

"Doll she doesn't mean anything, i promise." he was desperate for him to believe her. The idea of love and commitment scared the hell out of bucky, but seeing how upset you looked, he never wanted you to feel like that again, he was will to change for you.

"That's your problem bucky! no one means anything to you! You can't just use people to get off and then leave them. you make people feel so worthless and you don't even care" you loud voice snapped at him, sick of him feeling like he was allowed to play with peoples emotions because it suited him.

panic spread across Bucky's face, the situation dawning on him how much he screwed up. "I do care, please baby i really care. I was just scared" he spoke quickly his hands coming to wrap around yours pulling them to his chest.

"i dont trust that bucky" you spoke softly, meeting his gaze, enjoying the warmth of his hands on yours, but you pulled away knowing it was for the best, you couldn't just forget everything that bucky had done to you.

"if you really mean that, you'll have to prove it" your words coming out like a whisper.

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My master list!!

smut-🔥 angst- 🚬 fluff-🧸 my favourites-⭐️ au🌍

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

-out of the ring🔥🚬🧸🌍 boxer!bucky x reader

Where bucky is a boxer and Y/n visits one of his matches after not seeing him for years, after their messy spilt.

-Eternal love🚬🌍⭐️ vampire reader x 1940s!bucky

A vampire y/n had wondered the earth for many years, but no one had captured her heart like bucky, unfortunately he was taken from her. But shed wait forever for him.

-Cold night - (kinda)enemies to lovers

After a mission gone wrong, tensions were high and the cold was set deep in you bones. Bucky find away to thaw the cold away, but also releasing his feelings for you.

-A Christmas with you🔥🚬🧸⏳ dbf!bucky x reader

(Originally just a dbf x reader but im going to re write it for bucky!)

Coming soon!!

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Out of the ring (4) just like old times

words: 1.3k

boxer!bucky x reader

warnings: drinking/sleezy guy/SMUT/throat fucking/public sex/ drunk sex/violence/ threats/

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Memories creeping back through the walls she put up, memories of buckys rings shining in the morning sun, as it gently traced shapes against her soft skin.

Blinking away the memories she shuffled over slightly making a gap between her and the built man

The light hum of the illuminated sign rung in the air, the smell of different cologne floating around you breathing it in. The strong smell of sams cologne taking over your senses, his body pressed to your side his arm around your shoulder Waking side by side, the comfort you were seeking after being pressed together in a car with Bucky. the longing was still there, the warmth that radiated from bucky now gone leaving you cold.

entering the bar a smell of beer and smoke hit your nose burning ur nostrils, being pulled further into the bar by sam you stumbled after him, following him into the crowded room, you broke away from his grip and headed straight for the bar whining your way through people.

the strong smell of fresh alcohol hit you, ordering a shot you hit it back the pungent taste burning your throat on the way down, shot after shot your mind getting hazy you tumbled your way onto the dance floor letting your body move to the music, flashing light and sweaty drunks filled your senses hearing the blazing music feeling it in your feet.

A hand slipped around your waist pulling you towards their body dancing against you. "so gorgeous...wouldn't mind taking you back to my place" a sleazy voice spoke.

anyone not heavily drunk would pull away but the need for someone's touch and the lingering alcohol pulled you towards him, turning your self around and wrapping your hands around his neck pulling him down to whisper in his ear sweetly  "i'd love that."

he let out a groan wrapping his arms around your figure slipping a hand down to aggressively slap your ass. shocking to you, you stumble into him but instead of falling into his chest you fell past it, stabling your self, you turned around to see where he moved to.

your eyes falling on him pinned against a wall with a metal hand wrapped around his throat.

"you ever touch her again i'll rip your fucking hands off." a slightly slurred agitated voice spoke .

"Barnes what the hell!" you moved over wrapping your hand around his arm trying to pull him of the smaller man. "let him go."

receiving a grunt in return as his metallic hand loosened, the man's body dropping to the floor followed by his sputtered coughing.

moving closer to him, he skittishly moved away not wanting to be near you, a panicked look on his face staring past you, you sighed turning around to find bucky behind you staring the man down.

"y/n wait" he spoke, the sound of his voice being drowned out by your thoughts

tutting you walked away. you couldn't believe him, as if he had any right to ruin your chances for getting laid, of course he'd do that, fucking prick.

your mind raced with thoughts as you made your way to the bathroom, not noticing the door opening straight behind you and heavy footsteps coming towards you. feeling one cold hand and a warm one wrap around your waist and a hard chest pressed against your back.

taking a stammered breath you pulled away shaking your head anger bubbling up inside you.

"look i'm sorry i don't know what came over me, i just couldn't let him touch you like that" he breathed out his tone quieter than before

turning around anger in your eyes "i don't give a shit what you thing! you think you can just walk back into my life and start acting like my boyfriend." you yelled at him moving closer "i am allowed to fuck who ever i want, nothing you do is gonna stop that."  your nose almost touching his at how close you now are.

His eyes darkened at your words, his laboured breath hitting your face, the smell of alcohol on his breathe. but over all that his strong familiar scent overpowered your senses making you think back to your shared nights together, tangled up together.

Your lips crashed together as you pulled him closer, his hands shot up towards your waist lifting you on top of the sink, your legs wrapping around him pulling him closer to you.

his tongue pushed into your mouth, a hand wrapping around your throat as his other supported your ass as he lifted you up walking back into one of the stalls. pulling away from his lips, your lips pressing on his neck, nipping at it.

he placed you down and lifted up your dress, but your hands fell on his stopping him, before moving to his belt, unbuckling it and unzipping his jeans.

"fuck" his head fell back against the door letting his hand gently brush your hair as you dunked to your knees, palming his cock through his boxers, pulling them down you hungrily took his cock in your mouth you hand finding his balls.

he let out a chocked breath at the sensation "oh just like that" moaning  "such a good girl" his hips began thrusting into your mouth taking a hold of your head. working himself closer and close before pulling out, a slapping his cock again your face.

" stand up" he growled 

pulling you dress up and over your ass, licking his lips and pulled your panties to the side "fuck i misses her" ripping your panties off he stood up, picking you up and pushing you against the wall and pushing himself in.

you both let out a groan as you did so, your hands scratching at his back as he pounded into you, your moans filling the room, he began to lick and suck at your neck leaving hickeys in its place.

feeling your walls tighten around him his pace stuttered. "cum for me baby" he deeply spoke in your ear. your band broke cumming all over his cock, earning a loud moan from him "such a good girl" he kissed you, his other hand flicking at your nipple.

"oh god look at my hair!! it’s totally ruined” hearing the door push open two drunk sounding girls stumbled in to the bathroom

Buckys hand shot up over your mouth, his pace remaining the same, a smirk spreading across his face, feeling your self getting close again your let out a quiet moan trying your hardest not to cum, but buckys unforgiving pace wasn’t helping.

“uh..hello..is someone in here” one girl spoke

buckys hand dropped from your mouth his eyes brows raised. “yea..just drinks didn’t settle with me” you coughed a little trying to cover up a moan

“oh do you need any help?” the other spoke

“fuck..NO..no i’m fine really” buckys hand slipped down to your clit rolling it with his finger.

hearing the girls mutter followed by the door closing, you let out a moan you arms wrapping around bucky, pulling him closer to you as you came, your walls tightening around him caused him to spill into you. groaning to himself as he did so his head resting against your neck. removing himself from you and placing you back down on the floor.

“you wanna come back to mine” you spoke still catching your breath, a smile grew on his face looking up at you he nodded

pulling your dress back down you went to grab your underwear from the floor before you could his larger hand grabbed it first stuffing it in his pocket. “you won’t be needing these. he smirked.

“let’s go” rolling your eyes

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AAAAAAA I CANNY WAITTT

this was actually sooo good!!!

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☾ summary ─ daylight brought happiness, peace and love to james. it brought him you. only thing that made everything better was that you decided to stay. you decided to stay with him on this holy ground.

☾ pairing ─ rich!bucky barnes x reader

☾ warnings ─ smut, +18, summer fling, age difference (reader is late 20s, bucky is mid 40s), fluff, banter, dirty talk, pet name, silver fox-ish bucky, older and rich bucky, light angst, size difference, bucky is huge btw, he’s over 6′6′’ packed with muscles, kissing (more warnings in the parts) 

☾ parts: 

1. THE SUMMER WHERE THEY MEET

2. THE SUMMER WHERE EMOTIONS APPEAR

3. THE SUMMER WHERE NO ONE LEAVES

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Making a living is hard, especially when you were never given the right information to it. On a trip to an unsuccessful job interview, did you fall under the eyes of mafia boss James Buchanan Barnes - but he insists, call him Bucky. From that first meeting on, Bucky suddenly has spare time to be making regular trips out to East Tremont... which you do happen to be living there. You know how bad Barnes work is... it's how you met, but his enemies are quick to prove it. They feed the fear into you, breed worries that you were yet to think up. Yet, James and his men know just how to help you and keep you out of troubles meddling ways. You're safe just where you are. Under the eyes of mafia boss Bucky - soon enough daddy.

WARNING: This story will contain, violence, sex, mentions of sexual assault, the exploitation of the foster care system, abandonment, drugs, yelling, pet names, anxiety, depression, DDLG relationships, guns, alcohol/alcoholism, many more. Each chapter will have its own warning to it. This story does not begin as a DDLG based fic. It will have small themes or pointers to the idea but Reader is oblivious to the lifestyle even though she is a little. Bucky knows about it... and some things she does prove his thoughts. It will progress into the story and become a bigger theme as it goes on. Please be mindful as to what you are reading and what you comment.

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21/1/22 Update

13/3/22 Update

Chapters:

ONE // Sky Eyes

TWO // Can I Go Home Now?

THREE // Home Comfort

FOUR // Best Friends All-Around

FIVE // Coming Soon...

SIX // Coming Soon...

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Out of the ring [3] old times

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Warnings: angst fluff slight smut

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Set back in their uni/collage days

Her laugh echoed though his room, her bare body covered by his satin sheets his arm draped over her side as he nuzzled his nose into her neck nibbling on her shoulder. Her head dropped down to his pillow beneath them, his eyes transfixed on her.

'god she's perfect' he thought a slight smile rested on his face, dragging his larger fingers against her cheek her eyes fluttering closed as she leant into his touch.he pressed a soft kiss against her forehead, he could stay like this forever, but he knew what he signed up for it was just a hook up nothing more. It killed him it did but he needed to be this close to her, and if a hook up was gonna get him that closeness he'll do it.

Staying just friends was harder than he thought, sure he's had a small crush on her for a bit but he didn't think a casual hook up could make that small crush grow into an actual crush for her. It scared him he couldn't lie. But he made the rule. And he wasn't about to fuck up their friendship over some dumb feelings he could get over.

"so pretty" she mumbled still in a haze from how rough she was just fucked, her dumb cum brain still lingering, she was tracing her finger along his jaw watching the sun kiss his face making his blue eyes glow under the light.

He let out a breathy laugh hearing her slow words fall out her mouth "thank you doll" he grins looking at her admiring her tired appearance.

"Bucky.." she cooed shuffling closer to him cuddling into his side. He hummed in return "I love you"  she spoke softly feeling Bucky tensed under her, she pulled her head away from his side and looked up at him panic slowly spreading across her face.

leaning away from her, he moved his arm from around her sitting up. He was sure his heart was about to stop. She loved him. No she can't. This will just end badly. A thousand thoughts were skimming though his mind he couldn't focus on just one, she deserved better than him, so much better.

"Please say something..." her tone had faltered a shake in her voice, she shifted sitting up probably panic burned into her face.

Taking in a deep breath he stood up off the bed "look..we agreed that we wouldn't fall for each other.." he stood straight trying his hardest to stop his tone from faulting.His heart breaking more with the tears he saw rimming her beautiful e/c  eyes.

"Oh yeah.." she let out a broken laugh, a single tear rolling down her cheek as she stood up grabbing her underwear from the floor she slipped it on followed by her outfit she wore the day before.

Whipping tears from here cheek she walked over to his door looking back at him once before she pulled it open and disappeared around the corner.

He wanted to run to her, wrap his arms around her and tell her he loved her more than she'd ever know. But he couldn't do that to her. He knew he wasn't cut out for relationship, he couldn't hurt her. Ever. he had a track record of getting with the girls he's been mooning over and drops them once he gets a taste. its an unbreakable habit of his. leaving a trail of broken hearts behind him.

He could hear the creaking of the floor boards under you foot as you paced down the hall back out of the dorms away from him.

Three weeks had gone by and he hadn't seen you at all, when ever he pasted you in campus you looked the other away and sped off, you didn't sit next to him in lectures anymore, your weekly study sessions together he now spent alone. He tried to talk to you but you simply ignored him.

You couldn't bring your self to be around him some days, your feelings for him were just too strong, whenever he was in the same room as you, you could hear his loud laugh it made tears Tim your eyes. It was over whelming.

But seeing him with other girls is what took you over the edge, you had been alright with sharing a friend group with him.. you didn't have to talk to him just had to be in the same room as him, dot her name was she was thing small blonde thing curly hair pretty green eyes a body that made heads turn when she walked in the room. And there she was with buckys arm around her shoulder and his lips pressed to her head. He had brought her to meet your shared friends, maybe he was ready for a relationship after all...just not with you. After that day dot started hanging out in the group more often attached at buckys waist, it was sickening, what could he see in her that he couldn't see in you?

You started distancing you self more and more from the group only hanging out when them when Sam requested but more often then not they didn't. You began hanging out with Sarah she was the only other familiar face from your childhood.

You still talked to Sam and the other but just from a distance, occasionally messaging them or running into Sam when you were around their house when Sarah would invite you out on their family boat.

Bucky noticed you distancing your self immediately he felt terrible he knew he shouldn't of introduced everyone to dot, but he needed to get over you so he moved on and dot was the next best thing, she may not have been at funny as you or as sweet, and she may not have gave him butterflies when she stroked his hair like you once did. But this was all his fault he broke your heart and he had to pay the consequences.

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Out of the ring [2] flash backs

A/n this one is short and sweet

Warnings: smut, flashbacks, angst, fighting (lemme know is there’s others)

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Unable to finish talking to him, her heart somehow still as tender as the day he broke it, you walked away leaving him in that quiet room, not interested on what else he had to say, returning back to sam.

she'd known sam for quite a while growing up with him and his sister. sams bestfriend bucky had grew to be a huge part of her life, he'd been the older guy every girl would swoon over, god she tried not to, but when he spoke to her like she was the only girl in the world in that deep voice of his it broke her, stupidly enough she agreed to friends with benefits with no feelings evolved. well who could of guess he'd completely avoid her when she confessed to him.

walking further into the room you placed your self down on the nearest couch next to thor. occasionally meeting eyes with bucky a smirk appeared on his face as he joked with Sam, taking the girl by surprise memories she tried so hard to block came flooding in.

His hot breath hit your neck as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear his deep voice praising you as you took his fingers so well, his metal arm glistened as the sun hit off of it as it pounded into you his fingers curling inside you causing your back to arch right when he hit your g spot your moans flooding your apartment, the sounds of his fingers gliding in and out of your wetness caused you to let out a porn star like moan taking Bucky by surprise a smirk crawled a cross his face. The smirk you knew so well. The smirk that made you crumble. His signature smirk.

Pulling his fingers from you,he crawled above you his boxers highlights his bulge, tugging at the hem of his boxers he slipped them off his cock slapping against his hard stomach as it was freed ,kicking them across the room he knelt between your legs, grabbing ahold of him self he brushed his tip between your folds "y/n" he moaned his breath fanning against your face.

...

"Y/n.

...

"Y/N"

Pulling you out from  your flash back your brows furrowed finding Sam calling for you, yours eyes met his as he's eyes softened,

"Get your head out the clouds and answer us" Sam huffed

"Answer what." You mumbled annoyed from being ripped from you amazing flash back too soon

"Do you wanna come to the bar with us or not Bucks paying" Sam smiled knowing you'd never say no for a chance to get drunk for free

Groaning you sat up properly "fine I'll come" scanning the room to notice that buckys eyes had been on you the entire time watching you like a hawk.

Following them outside, each of her friends getting into their own cars, you slid in along side sam, prepping your self for the long night, regretting saying yes to sams invertation out.

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Boxer!bucky x reader

Out Of The Ring

Warnings! Fighting, angst , fluff, smut, gore, mutual pinning. (More on individual chapters)

Status- complete

Summary: Boxer Bucky is climbing his way to the top, at the annual boxer championship he invites his close friends to watch him take the championship title, his close friend sam decides to bring along a plus 1, inviting y/n to watch buckys match.

unbeknownst to you, you end up distracting the boxer landing him a harsh punch.

A couple years earlier Bucky and y/n had a new found attraction for each other, exploring that, they started a friends with benefits deal. Buckys main rule was no feelings, not sticking to that y/n fell for him. and she fell hard.

Keeping to his word he ended it and never spoke to her. Breaking her heart.

Chapter 1: the fight

Chapter 2: Flashbacks

Chapter 3: Old times

Chapter 4: just like old times

Chapter 5: Reality

Chapter 6: Dedication

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THE PRAISE KINK IM LIVING MY LORD THIS SERIES IS SO FUCKING GOOD

Snow (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Part 4: The Praise

Story summary: Tired of your constant bickering, Sam sends you and Bucky on a mission alone. When the worst possible outcome happens and you’re forced to spend several days together in a small cabin, you finally get to see a different, more pleasurable side to the man whose flesh you’ve always had a thorn in.

Words: 3.4K

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Warnings: cuties being cute and a whole lot of sexual tension!

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You woke up feeling strangely lonely the next day, already missing the warm body that had been pressed up against you for the better part of the night but at some point during the early hours of the morning had slipped away and disappeared. Eyes still closed, you thought about the peaceful evening you and Bucky had shared last night, how he'd smiled softly at you as you'd walked back to the cabin side-by-side, how he'd chuckled warmly and safely grabbed hold of your arm when you'd slipped on the front porch, and how you'd sat down close to each other on the sofa, talking quietly into the calm night as you’d both fallen asleep in front of the crackling fire.

Wondering where he was now, you slowly opened your eyes with a small, sleepy whimper and took in how the entire cabin was wrapped in a darker light than yesterday, the sky outside grey and gloomy as the wind howled against the moss-covered walls, slowly filling up the muntins of the windows with a thick layer of fresh snow. Swiftly, your eyes scanned the room for Bucky, disappointment growing hot in your stomach when he was nowhere to be found, and you had to take a deep breath to convince yourself that he wasn't freaked out by your sudden closeness but probably just was out looking for something to eat again.

You waited a bit, ears listening sharply for a sign of him in the near vicinity, eyes darting impatiently towards the door every ten seconds until you couldn’t handle the anxiousness any longer and glumly shoved away the image of a smiling Bucky barging in through the door with his arms full of food. Instead, you pushed the blankets from off your body and determinedly headed over to the kitchen cabinets where you pulled out everything from the dusty shelves in the hopes of finding something - anything - to eat. Today, however, there wasn't even a single stale cracker hiding in one of the corners, so you dejectedly settled back in in front of the fire and patiently waited for Bucky to show up as you tried to not let the crushing disappointment of him being gone bring down your otherwise rather uplifted spirits.

How you managed to stare into the flames for several monotonous hours without going insane, was beyond you, but when you finally heard the heavy hinges of the front door squeak open, it was with a relieved smile that you turned around and faced Bucky. He was completely covered in snow from top to toe, carrying two bottles of honey-brown liquid that he sat down on the table in front of you before stepping over to the front door again, careful not to get everything wet. "Fucking shit weather," he mumbled under his breath with a small sniffle and dusted off the snow from his arms before discarding his jacket.

"Where've you been?" You asked curiously from the sofa, examining the bottles in front of you with a suspicious look. “- Did you find something for us to eat?”

"No, I’m sorry,” he sighed despondently and ruffled the snow out of his hair. The rapid movement accentuated his huge biceps so nicely that your eye involuntarily ran over the thick muscles lined with large veins, making you slightly lightheaded. “I went back to the Quinjet to check for spare fuel," he groaned as he plumped down on the sofa cushion next to you, grabbing one of the bottles from the table in the process. "- found rum instead," he shrugged and yanked out the cork. "...wanna drink?"

Excited that you finally had something to do apart from staring into the flames all day, you quickly grabbed the other rum and pulled out the cork with a loud “do I!” before clinking your bottle against the bottom of his. Still looking at him excitedly, you carelessly took a large swig, your nose scrunching slightly at the sharp taste as the liquid ran over your tastebuds and settled warmly in your stomach. "Gaah," you exclaimed loudly with your tongue hanging out of your mouth like a golden retriever, and it made Bucky laugh heartily.

"You don't like it?" He asked, his entire face lighting up like the sun.

"Not really," you fanned your tongue, desperate to get your tastebuds back to normal as you took in his amused face with the small happy wrinkles dancing around his warm eyes. Mesmerised by the soft laugh falling from his lips, you wondered why he’d never given you the chance to see him like this before.

"You know what?" he pondered while looking over at you, "Come to think of it; I don't think I’ve actually ever seen you with a drink in your hand before..."

"Well, it's not something I usually do," you carefully had another small sip, trying not to let your discomfort at the sharp taste show on your face.

“Really?!" he arched an eyebrow, "- you better be careful then,” he nodded towards your bottle. “Low tolerance and an empty stomach usually don’t mix that well with hard liquor.”

"It's okay," you nodded, brushing away his concern, "it’s not like we have somewhere we have to be, right? So what if I get a little tipsy.”

“Alright," he sang, "- just don’t say I didn’t warn ya’,” he chuckled and shook his head, having a sip of rum himself. “So how come you normally don’t drink?”

“I know it sounds weird but… it sort of clashes with my running schedule."

"Your running schedule?” he asked incredulously, “you take it that seriously?”

"Not because I want to, trust me!” you sent him a sideways smile, "but please bear in mind that I’m teamed up with Captain America on one side and a demigod on the other. I have to stick to a pretty tight training schedule if I want a chance at keeping up," you shrugged nonchalantly before freezing, realising what you'd just said.

Bucky's eyes snapped over to yours in an instant and from the amused smile that slowly spread on his face, you could tell that he too had heard your blunder. "Now hold on a second," he cocked his head with a smirk, "- did you just compare me to a demigod?"

"Oh God… Please don't start," you groaned, rolling your eyes to the back of your head to avoid his amused gaze. “It’s a figure of speech!” You tried but he wouldn’t accept your feeble lie.

Instead, his face split in a massive grin, "oh darling!" he mockingly drawled out and threw his head against the backrest of the sofa, clutching his heart theatrically as he let out a feral moan that immediately had your hands sweating, your heart pounding faster. "What - a - compliment!" He underlined each word with a little cute nose scrunch.

"Don't get used to it!" you chuckled and threw a pillow at him to hide the fact that you actually liked the way he'd called you darling and moaned. "We're still enemies, you know!"

"Yes of course!" He nodded, "I meant ‘darling’ in the most condescending way possible, I know how much you love that.”

"Yes, I simply cannot get enough," you shook your head in amusement, still thinking about your terrible Freudian slip. “Oh God,” another groan escaped you, “I cannot believe I just compared you to a demigod…”

“Yeah, I’m never letting you live that one down!” he continued to chuckle while rubbing the sharp angle of his jaw with his enticing metal hand. “But… If it helps; I don’t exactly feel like one,” he smiled wryly, "- I highly doubt Achilles was so vulnerable that he had to be cuddled at night just to keep the images of what he'd done at bay,” he tried to keep the sentence light by chuckling, but the look he sent you was a mixture between pain and embarrassment and it nearly chipped your heart in two.

"Barnes," you cocked your head and sent him a reassuring smile while bumping your knee against his to make him feel better. “- Please don’t be so hard on yourself… You’ve been through hell and back, of course you have nightmares. The need to be held just proves that you’re more than the things terrorising you," you nodded. "Being vulnerable is a good thing, okay? I, for one, am grateful that I’m not stuck out here with someone as one-sided as Achilles."

His eyes were glued to your connected knees, his teeth biting at his inner cheek, and you examined how his anxious ticks slowly disappeared in time with your soft-spoken words, a proud, yet bittersweet smile replacing them as he carefully skirted his gaze upwards to meet yours.

“…Thanks,” he hummed after a couple of seconds of warm, intense eye contact, “- that’s very nice of you to say," he licked his lips and slowly ran his eyes over your face.

"I mean it!" you nodded slowly while warm patches spread across your face. "- you’re one of the good ones, please remember that… Your vulnerabilities don't scare me away."

"Yeah, that reminds me… Uhm -," he breathed hard, the vibranium in his hand whirring as he drummed his fingers against his thigh, the look on his face nervous as if he was about to say something gutsy, "- you don't have to keep sleeping up against me if you don't want to," he said quietly, his words softer than satin. “Though it’s nice, I've been handling the nightmares on my own for years. Don't feel obligated to deal with it just because we're out here."

You looked into his gentle eyes, surprising yourself by thinking that you didn't want to miss out on another night without his warm embrace. “It's no trouble. I guess I find comfort in it too," you admitted, your voice more in a whisper than anticipated, your breath hitching slightly in your throat when Bucky shot you a bright smile as he quietly gulped and gazed warmly at you.

You felt how your pulse began rising quickly, your fingers prickling uncomfortably at the thumping silence passing between you. The air was thickening like black treacle, moulding itself around you so fast that you felt yourself drowning in it while gazing into the clear, bright eyes before you. He shifted quietly around in his seat, his fingers awkwardly rubbing his thigs and he was careful not to look directly at you as you had a large sip of rum to hide your bewildered face.

"…Is it growing on you?” he asked gently after a silence that seemed too long, “- the rum, I mean.”

Shaking the intense moment of suffocatingly gentle eye contact off of you, you held up the bottle in front of your face, examining how you’d already gulped down half of its contents. “Apparently,” you mumbled and felt how the realisation came with a distinct rush of tipsiness washing over you. “I do blame it on the empty stomach, though.”

“Fuck, don’t remind me,” Bucky threw his head against the backrest of the sofa with a tired groan. “I would give anything for a piece of roast chicken right now!”

"And you're telling me about it?" you laughed with a playful groan matching his. "- That's a dick move, Barnes!"

"Sorry, sweetheart," he sent you a broad, heartwarming smile, and it made you realise that for the first time ever, he had called you one of his nicknames without sounding the least bit condescending. The soft pet name was dripping warmly from his lips and it made small butterflies flutter awake at the pit of your stomach as he grinned boyishly and continued; "- though when it comes to me, you can't really say you're surprised...” he cocked his head. “- I haven't exactly been on my best behaviour around you.”

"Mmh," you took in his soft expression as he dreamily stared up at you. "- why exactly is that?" you asked, careful to not get lost in his handsome features. “Did I offend you at some point?"

"No sweetheart," he shook his head, and ran his deep eyes over your face before finding your gaze again. "You've been nothing but sweet."

"Come on," you mirrored his position on the sofa and threw your head against the soft back cushion as well, sending him an embracing look to signal that he could tell you even if it wasn't all that flattering, "- you can tell me if I did something stupid,” you urged him to go on as you carefully took in the small details of his face that were closer than ever before.

You’d never noticed the dark indigo ring surrounding his pale irises, had never seen the light-brown freckle below his left eye, or the small scar dancing tantalisingly above the curve of his upper lip.

"Don't worry," he shook his head, a blissed-out smile on his face as his eyes never left yours, “you haven't done anything wrong.” His cheeks were slightly blushed, his lips still parted in a mysterious smile, and you thought to yourself that he'd never looked more beautiful.

Never wanting to look away, you cocked your head and examined the way he continuously clenched and unclenched his jaw as he looked at you. There was something he wasn't telling you, something eating at him. “Then why has it been so difficult between us?"

"I don't know," he blinked slowly, his chest heaving steadily, his nostrils twitching every time he filled his lungs with air.

"It's just..." you licked your lips and saw how his beautiful cerulean irises with the captivating limbal ring travelled down your face, briefly coming to a halt on your mouth before they snapped upwards, suddenly locked on yours again. "I like your company," you said flusteredly and chewed your cheek, "- when it's... like this," you examined his huge pupils and could feel the familiar warm patches spread on your face as his gaze was softer than you’d ever seen it before, his plump, pink lips closer than ever. His long eyelashes were twitching underneath hooded eyelids, the strong, stubbled jaw slowly lowering as his soft tongue showed behind his teeth and cautiosly licked a thin stripe over his lower lip.

Suddenly, you felt how the desire came rushing in over you in warm waves, his ambrosial scent pulling you under the sea of black treacle as he breathed hard and with rose-tinted cheeks scrutinized you. It was a craving stronger than ever before, the syrup in the air thickening even more as it consumed everything inside of you apart from the primal urge to get lost in his eyes, to run your fingers through his hair, to feel the stubble on his chin. Your fingers and feet were prickling, your insides squirming in your belly, the hairs on the back of your neck rising as you looked at him - your entire body was buzzing with his presence, he was all you could think about: you wanted to reach over and kiss him!

“Me too,” he mumbled to your statement, his slowly-blinking gaze still locked on yours, every now and then slipping down towards your lips before they obediently came back.

The intense eye contact you shared only lasted a couple of seconds, but the sexual tension was unmistakeable; you were both thinking the same thing.

Slightly befuddled, you broke the attraction crackling like a massive bonfire between you by sitting up straight and brushing a strand of hair out of your eyes while Bucky slowly turned his gaze towards his feet, his cheeks a delicate shade of pink as a self-satisfied smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Uhm," you cleared your throat and took a gulp of rum. "Sorry about that," you carefully looked over at him again with an awkward grin.

"Don't worry, darling," his eyes found yours, and you shivered slightly as his gaze pierced straight through you, making you sure that this time, he definitely did not miss how his whispered pet name had caused a reaction in you. Face warm, and eyes panickly looking everywhere but directly at him, you faintly heard him chuckle beside you as he examined your face with a broad grin, "- so, it's okay to call you darling?" He smiled triumphantly.

"Yeah, sure, whatever..." you breathed.

"Is the line drawn at princess or at sweetheart then?” he chuckled.

“Actually..." you gulped, "it's not the names I have a problem with. Never was," your cheeks were getting hotter and hotter as he scrutinised you. "It's the way you say it."

"The way I say it, huh...?" he arched an eyebrow.

“Yeah...” you nodded, embarrassed by yourself.

He took a minute to carefully ponder your statement before his face cracked open in a charming smile, his mouth spreading wider and wider on his face. Triumphantly, he looked you square in the eye, and when his voice came back it was softer and huskier than ever before; thick, viscous honey dripping from his deep baritone as he shot you a look of intimacy, a flirtatious spark in his eye: “you like cute names, don't you, sweetheart?“ he drawled, his voice like silk in your ears “- that's why you don’t like the way I say it; you want me to be sincere… Right doll?”

"No," you gulped in a desperate attempt at controlling your squirming insides.

"It's okay, peach,” he teased.

"Stop that," you groaned.

"If you admit to it," he said casually and scooted closer, pressing his muscular thigh up against yours again, "- princess."

“Bucky, stop!” you tried to ignore the tingling sensation in your lower limbs as you uncomfortably flexed your toes and buried your face in your hands, blaming the intense reaction on the strong alcohol coursing through your veins. Fuck, you should've listened to him and slowed down on the rum!

“Come on,” he whispered teasingly, moving his torso closer to you, “- you can tell me, sweetheart.”

You could feel your stomach getting warmer and warmer, your panties wetter and wetter with each whispered pet name, the image of his soft lips more and more clear behind your closed eyelids - and you realised that it couldn't go on like this. He was your teammate who up until a few days ago had hated your guts. You had to stop him before you did something rash and uncontrolled.

"Barnes, you’re an ass!“ you chuckled awkwardly and put the cork back in your rum, not entirely able to hold back the embarrassed smile that crept over your face as you purposely avoided looking directly at him.

"Come on, I'm just teasing," he laughed and leaned back against the sofa, his lips finally at a safe distance. “It’s okay you have a praise kink.”

“I do not have a praise kink!”

“But you do,” he laughed, “it’s okay. I'm just teasing - baby.”

“Alright, that's it,” you stood up and wrapped a mouldy blanket around yourself before lying down on the sofa, “-I hope you’re happy!”

"Come on," he laughed, "it was too easy, I couldn't help it! I’ll be good from now on!”

"Good night," you sang, “you really only have yourself to blame for this.”

“You’re actually going to bed?”

“Yes.”

“Aw, come on. You still have to finish your rum.”

“You finish it, I'm going to sleep. Have fun with your nightmare, Achilles.”

Immediately, you felt him push his enormous body down beside you and how he wrapped his huge arm around you, his warm fingers coming into contact with the lower part of your ribs as he settled in and snuggled closer.

"Get that hand away from there, Barnes!" you swatted him away with a chuckle.

"Come on, I'm vulnerable," he laughed, "I don't want to live through another nightmare, I need someone to cuddle me to sleep and you’re literally right there! I need to be reminded that I’m still one of the good ones!”

"Right now you’re one of the worst ones," you laughed and pushed your back further into his chest.

"Yeah, somehow I don’t really care," he laughed and ran his warm fingers over the fabric of your tight tactical suit.

"Goodnight, asshole," you chuckled and closed your eyes, trying to block out the thought of his warm lips so close to your skin.

"Good night my sweet, sweet girl," he whispered teasingly and pulled you a tiny bit closer, as you tried to lie as still as possible.

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