Girl Of My Dreams
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Warning: nothing but fluff
Summary: You work at a small diner down the street from the compound which Bucky visits often, so often that you remembered his order.
It was another boring night shift at a small diner you work at, outside of town, you leaned against the counter waiting for anyone to show up. It was a slow night and you hoped for any type of human interaction even someone asking for directions, you tapped your fingers on the counter groaning as the cars outside continued to pass by âHey, Y/N if no one comes, in the next 20 minutes weâre going to close up.â Normally the diner was open 24 hours but on nights like this one, you give some time and then close if no one comes in. You nodded your head and started wiping down tables, you knew no one was coming in so you might as well stay busy for the next 20 minutes. Just as you were wiping down the last table you looked at your watch and saw that there were only 5 minutes left and then you could close. Soon the bell rang above the door you internally groaned but when you turned around you came face to face with a very gorgeous and mysterious man, you smiled over at him and grabbed a menu asking him to follow you to the table. "Can I start you off with something to drink?" He looked at the menu for a bit then asked for coffee you nodded "I'll give you a few minutes to look over the menu and I'll be back with your coffee." You smiled sweetly at him and turned to walk away; you watched as he intently looked at the menu trying to decide what he wanted to eat, slowly and gently biting his bottom lip you couldn't help but stare at him, he was gorgeous. You were snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of his voice "I think I'm ready." You strolled over notepad and pen ready he told you his order along with a glass of water. You smiled once more and nodded "Of course, I'll be right back." You walked over to the window and told the cook to make pancakes with eggs and bacon on the side. You took him his coffee and some cream and sugar just in case he wanted it which he didn't use it. Soon his food was done, and you decided to make a cute smiley face with strawberries and blueberries on top of the pancakes and take it over to him. "Enjoy, if you need anything I'll be right over there." He couldn't keep his eyes off of you but still nodded so you knew he understood, you walked over to the bar and sat down, and your manager came over and handed you the keys to the diner "When the last customer leaves lock up for me." You nodded and patiently waited for the man to eat his food you kept looking over periodically not because you were impatient, but because you felt his eyes on you, and you couldn't shake it. You went over to check on him one last time and noticed he only ate half of his food "Do you need a to-go box for the rest of your food?" He nodded and took a sip from his coffee "I'm sorry for staring, you are just really gorgeous." You felt your cheeks heat up, and you couldn't help but smile "I'm sorry was that creepy?" You shook your head "No, it was very sweet." You smiled once more before turning around to get him a box and his receipt. Just then the bell above the door rang you looked behind you and saw a muscly blonde guy along with another muscly dark-haired man "I'm sorry but we're closed." The dark-haired one came up to you holding his hand out âHi, Iâm Sam, weâre just here to get our friend weâve been looking for him for a while now.â You looked at Sam and it hit you âWait a minute, are you?â You looked between Sam and the blonde one âAre you the Avengers?â They nodded âIt is amazing what you guys do, so you must be Steve Rogers?â His smile was so perfect you could literally see it sparkle âYes and this is Bucky, I'm sure he was too shy to tell you, his name." You made eye contact with Bucky; it was an odd name, but you liked it for some reason your gaze went back to Steve "Do you guys want some food to go, on the house?" Bucky raised an eyebrow "Didn't the cook leave already?" You nodded and shrugged "I know how to cook." They all shared a look "Actually, we have food at home, maybe next time." You handed Bucky his to-go box and receipt. "Have a good night, guys." They all waved, and you locked the door behind them.
The next couple of nights, Bucky came in at the same time and ordered the same thing each night, to the point where you would have it ready for him when he came in the next night. Tonight, he came in with Sam and Steve and you didn't want to embarrass him, so you pretended not to know his order. "What can I get you guys?" Bucky furrowed his eyebrows but then kind of got upset, did you forget about him already? Did you not like him anymore? Which was far from the truth, you were head over heels for him, but you didn't know if he felt the same way, so you ignored all of your feelings and stuck to doing your job. After you collected their orders, you went over to the window to place them. Bucky watched your every move and once it looked like you weren't busy, he got up from the booth and walked over to you. "Y/N what was that about?" You looked up at him and raised an eyebrow "What are you talking about?" He tilted his head at you "Not knowing my order" Your shoulders slumped, and you stood up straight "I didn't know if me knowing your order would embarrass you in front of them and that's the last thing I want to do." Bucky smiled slightly trying not to seem so happy "I like it, don't worry about embarrassing me I do that enough on my own." He winked at you and returned to the table. You brought over their order and went back to where you were sitting waiting until they were done since they were your only customers, when they were done you took the check over and did something really bold in your opinion, you wrote your phone number down on it with a winky face. You sat with your back to them so they wouldn't see the embarrassment on your face if you got rejected. All of a sudden you hear the guys 'oohing' like teenagers, and you can't help but feel a bit embarrassed, but soon you feel a hand on your lower back, you look over and it's Bucky "I'm not really a phone guy, but for you I will try." He patted your back and went on his way. For the past couple of days Bucky has been texting you nonstop, asking how your day was going, if you were hungry, and making sure no one was messing with you. You stopped texting him for a couple hours because you got busy at the diner, just as you were about to text him back and apologize, he walks in the diner looking for you a huge smile spreads across his face when he sees you âIâm sorry to just pop in, I got a little worried when you didnât text back.â You smiled and poured him a cup of coffee âItâs okay, it got a little crazy in here and I couldnât text back, but my shift is almost over you wanna do something?â He nodded taking another sip from his coffee âWhat did you have in mind?â You shrugged and thought for a minute âHow about you come back to the compound with me and we can watch movies and talkâ You scrunched up your face âMovies and talking donât really mixâ He chuckled slightly and leaned his cheek on his hand âWhat I meant was, we talk and get to know each other while thereâs a movie playing in the background that we are not paying attention to.â You smiled and nodded âSounds like a plan.â
You finish up your shift and of course, Bucky is there waiting for you. It made you feel safe, and you liked it. You got in your car and Bucky got in his, he was driving in front of you toward the compound since you didn't know where it was. Finally, you two got there, got some snacks, and sat on the couch, you turned toward him "So... tell me about yourself." You start to list things that happened in your life knowing it doesn't even come close to what he had to deal with, the two of you sat there talking and laughing for hours. "Oh, is this your new girlfriend, Bucky?" Her voice laced with sarcasm and hatred even though she doesn't know you. "What is this one, number 75? Don't get too comfortable you won't last long." By now your fists are balled and your teeth are clenched, how dare she say that shit to you "Enough, Sharon." Bucky gritted through his teeth; you picked up your bag and put it over your shoulder. "This was fun, but I think I should go." And just like that you turned and walked out the door and got into your car, you don't remember your drive home but all you know is you got home, and Bucky has been calling and texting non-stop asking if you're okay, instead of responding you just turn your phone off and go to sleep.
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Divided Credit: @firefly-graphics
AN: I hope you guys like it, at first there wasn't going to be a part 2 but I tend to ramble so now there's gonna be a part two
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Perfect Timing
POV: You were right not to trust Bucky with your heart.Â
Part two of Wrong Person, Right Time
Warnings: fluff, a wee bit of angst, Steve is a dress shirt is a warning,mediocre writing, not betaâd , barely proofread
I listened to â Itâs gonna be meâ by *NSYNC and âEl Farsante (Remix)â by Ozuna and Romeo Santos while writing this.Â
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Trying to discreetly look into the crowd proved to be a challenge. You needed to engage with the panelists and look as neutral as possible with the camera rolling. If only the crowd could part like the Red Sea so you could find him.Â
You were hosting a panel at a university discussing college access among second generation immigrants and low income students. You invited multiple officials from the universityâs admissions department and the leadership behind multiple college access partnerships. It was an honor to host the panel, considering you were so young.Â
You invited Bucky when the panel was approved. You darted your eyes every so often in the sea of students and faculty. But you didnât see him. Not his beautiful blue eyes. Not his messy brunette hair.Â
Once the panel was over, you shook numerous peopleâs hands with half hearted thank yous. As people were leaving the venue, you still couldn't find Bucky.Â
You reached to grab your phone from your purse, however in the corner of your eyes you see a speck of red.Â
You look up and see Steve Rogers holding a beautiful bouquet of roses. He is dressed to the nines, in a white dress shirt thatâs folded up to his elbows. You try, tried not to linger on how his dress pants hug his thighs. His hair is combed back and he wore a smile.Â
Your eyes widened, â Steve! What are you- What are you doing here?â Your eyes darted behind him, to see if Bucky was coming from parking the car.Â
â Well hello to you too,â he greeted. â How could I miss your panel?â. You were so clouded with âIs Bucky hereâ and â Is he mad at meâ, that you forgot you invited Steve.Â
â When did you get here? I didn't see you at all.â
âWell I was a little late because I needed to get the flowers,â he admitted sheepishly, â I got a terrible seat in the back.â
You took the flowers, â This is so sweet, Steve. Thank you.â
A silence filled the air, your mind buzzing with the question you so desperately wanted to ask him.
â Bucky isn't here.â
You sighed, â Figures, I think heâs mad at me.â Steveâs face prompts you to continue. â I donât wanna talk about it.â Itâs completely valid that he was upset with you, but before all of that, he is your best friend. He supported you no matter what in all things you were passionate. Now that heâs mad at you, he can't be bothered?
â Is Lilian here?â you asked.Â
â We broke up.â
âOh Iâm sorry to hear that.â
âDonât,â he put his hands in his pockets. â It was for the better.â
Maybe Steve really does need someone that can soothe him, you remembered what Bucky said. It was a special type of affliction to be ready to love and give your heart to someone who was undeserving of it. Steve needed someone to ignite his flame, not snuff it out.Â
And you needed someone that would weld the pieces of your glass heart back together.Â
You leaned and gave Steve a kiss on the cheek. â You being here means everything to me, Steve.â
Steve smiled, â How could I not be here to support you, my beautiful nerd?âÂ
A grumble of your stomach pulled a chuckle out of Steve. â Can I buy you dinner?â
âOnly if dinner consists of fries,â you said.
âWell youâre too dolled up for McDonaldâs , so how about Magaritaâs so you can get churrasco?â
âSounds perfect.â
If you valued anything, it was simplicity. If Bucky was the careless player that toyed with your heart, then maybe Steve was your knight who protected it. Simple as that.
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Nervous
Pairing: Anakin x Reader
Request: Anakin is pining over the reader who is a Jedi but is kind of oblivious and shy. Starts off with noticing his gaze from across a room and what the reader thinks are innocent touches but then escalates to thick tension that the reader chooses to ignore due to the code. Eventually Anakin canât take it anymore and does something about it.
Warnings: Nothing just so much sweet fluff itâll give you a tooth ache
Word Count: 5.5K
A/N: Actually wrote this one twice lol trying to decide how to do it and went with an alternating reader and Anakin point of view structure as well as changing a few things about the original request that I hope work out so as always let me know what you think!
âYouâre staringâ a whispered voice suddenly popping up on his right snapped Anakin out of his stupor, his spoon dropping loudly into his bowl in surprise as he jumped slightly, eyes snapping down to his padawan wearing an expression that was much too amused for his liking.
âIâm eating alone snipsâ he grunts, picking back up his spoon and making a point to keep his eyes down âI have to look somewhereâ
âSure sureâ she nods seriously from beside him, moving her head closer to his shoulder and looking out over the room just as he had âwell now that Iâm here should we both stare at Y/N?â
At the mention of your name he jumped again, moving immediately to try and quiet Ahsoka and only achieving in knocking his bowl to the ground, the spoon reverberating loudly against the bowl as they strike the ground, soup spraying up and splashing Anakin and Ahsokaâs feet, effectively drawing the attention of the entire room.
On instinct Anakinâs gaze came up and sought out yours immediately, catching a small amused smile on your lips, gaze snapping back down to his feet as he felt one of his own grow on his lips in response, mentally scolding both himself and Ahsoka as he felt the tips of his ears go red.
âThere, are you happy now?â he asked Ahsoka, sending a glare in the young padawans direction, getting the girls best attempt at holding in her laughter in response. âYeah that tracksâ he sighed, bending down to pick up his now empty bowl. Rushing from the room before he could embarrass himself in front of you any further.
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You Promised
Pairing: Anakin x Reader
Request(s): Hello love! Could I request something with Anakin x reader where heâs out on a mission and gets hurt maybe knocked unconscious for a bit and when he wakes up heâs like âsheâs gonna kill me for getting hurtâ and when he gets back gets an earful but also lots of cuddles <3
Was recently watching Hunger Games Catching Fire idk if youâve seen it but thereâs this one scene where Peeta gets hurt then Katniss like freaks out and Finnick saves him and realizes shes in love with him and I was imaging that scenario with Anakin so maybe you could write something like Anakin getting hurt on a mission and oc freaking out thinking heâs gonna die and Obi-Wan or Rex can just tell đ
Warning: Angst! A lot of descriptions of chest compressions. It has a super cute ending though I promise!
Word Count: 4k
A/N: I went ahead and combined two that were super similar so I hope thatâs okay. I actually really like how this one turned out so please enjoy! As always let me know what you think love you guys!!
Obi-wan was on his knees.
That was the only thought that echoed in your head.
Obi-wan Kenobi, the general, the Jedi master, the great negotiator, member of the jedi council, was on his knees. Why was he on his knees?
Everything seemed to move in slow motion around you, every noise fading into the background as you tried to move forward, the very air seeming to fight against you as you did so.
Gloved hands clasped around your arms, holding you in place, a modulated voice you recognized registering in the back of your head but you didnât pay attention to any of the words said.
Why was Obi-wan on his knees?
You tried still to push forward but those hands held you back, halted your every movement, white and blue armor entering your field of vision, trying to block your view.
âwhats-â you couldnât even get your whole question out, werenât really sure how to finish it.
You clawed at the armor before you, tried to use it to pull yourself forward, to Obi-wan, you had to get to Obi-wan.
âKid you donât want to go over thereâ Finally the voice broke through the haze, because that was Rexâs voice, his nickname for you. But why was Rex here?
âNo I need to-â you werenât really sure what, you needed to get to Obi-wan, that was all you knew, that everything in your screamed that you had to get to Obi-wan.
âLet the general workâ Rexâs voice was smooth, clam.
But Rex was supposed to be with Anakin, Rex was always with Anakin, Rex had Anakinâs back, Rex kept Anakin safe. So why was he here without him?
That was the first time you really processed the scene before you, the fact that there was a person over there with Obi-wan, a person Obi-wan was kneeling over, a person beneath Obi-wans interlaced hands, a person wearing all too familiar boots with their toes pointed to the sky.
Your gaze cut to Rex, as if you could get confirmation from the manâs helmet, as if he could tell you anything but what you already knew, as if he could fix everything.
âThe general has him Y/Nâ
And somehow hearing him say your name made it worse. Because to him you werenât Y/N you were general, jedi, kid, anything but the gravity that came with your name.
You like to think youâd decided then that youâd feel guilty about it later, but truly the action came without any forethought. Your hand came up with a mind of its own, your energy focusing just enough to give Rex a push through the force, not enough to hurt him but enough to get him out of your way, because right now you needed to get to Obi-wan.
You ran without checking on Rex, ran calling out Obi-wanâs name not missing how the general never halted his movements, and slid down across from him onto your knees not noticing the way loose gravel and glass cut into them as you did so.
Obi-wan was saying something to you, you acknowledged that, but your focus was planted on nothing but Anakinâs unconscious body beneath his hands.
He looked peaceful, too peaceful for the way his body moved beneath Obi-wanâs rough compressions.
âno no no noâ it took you too long to realize it was you repeating those words, that your body was rocking back and forth softly, your hands balled up painfully in your hair, trying to do anything to ground yourself, to make yourself wake up, to give your brain anything it could latch to that would make sense.
Because it couldnât be Anakin lying there without a heartbeat, it just couldnât.
âY/Nâ a shout of your name snapped you out of your stupor, your gaze snapping up to the Jedi master before you.
His eyes never once strayed from his hands on Anakinâs chest.
For the first time you took in the state of Obi-wan, noted the worry he tried to force down that was slipping through his eyes, the way his lips were parted with heavy breaths, the sweat that clung to his brow.
Youâve known Obi-wan for years, the man had been through more than most people experience in their lifetimes. He was a general in the republicâs army, a man regularly sent to the front lines to lead, the person you called to the table when you wanted to negotiate. Obi-wan Kenobi did not sweat.
âObiâ his name left your lips in a whisper, as a prayer, pleadingly.
The Jediâs eyes cut up to meet yours briefly, his compressions never once halting âI knowâ
The manâs voice wasnât scared, wasnât broken, but it wasnât calm either, it was just empty, hollow, the voice of a man who had cut himself off from everything, focusing on nothing but the task at hand.
It almost scared you more than anything else.
âNo no he canât he-â you begged, who you were begging to you werenât sure at this point âhe promised he would be okay, he promised he would be careful, Obi-wan he canâtâ
The words fell from your lips your mind barely attaching meaning to them as they passed.
âRexâ Obi-wan called without a second thought, paying you no mind as his attention shifted to the newly arrived reinforcements, a horde of clone troopers descending on the two of them completely blocking your view as Rex carefully pulled you back.
And you knew they were there to help, knew that Anakin should go with them, that if anyone could bring him back it was them.
But in this moment all you knew was you were being separated from him and you werenât sure if you were ever going to see him again.
Desperately you screamed Anakinâs name over the crowd, watching as his body was hoisted by a few troopers and carried towards the nearest starship, ardently fighting against Rexâs hold as he kept you in place.
âNo no Rex please I need to go with himâ you begged the clone captain âplease I canât leave him alone he canât be aloneâ
The captain did his best to calm you, softly shushing you, holding you in place until your movements started slow, your legs giving out from beneath you as the ramp to the starship that took Anakin ascended, effectively sealing him from you.
Rex followed you down to the ground, arms that had caged you into him softening to offer comfort instead as you watched the ship takeoff âRex he canât die heâs my-â and you couldnât bring yourself to finish the sentence, chocking on the word friend. Cause that wasnât quite right, that word wasnât enough, and it seemed that only when faced with Anakinâs flatlined heart that you could admit that to yourself.
Fate was a cruel thing.
Rexâs hand made its way to your shoulder, giving it an affectionate squeeze as he rocked you back and forth softly âI know Y/N, I knowâ
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The first feeling Anakin noted after waking was not pain but rather stiffness.
The bright lights assaulting his unacclimated eyes he could get over easily, but the way his own body fought against him from the moment he opened his eyes, the way it seemed to protest just his breathing, that got to him.
âWell hello thereâ
Three simple words and Anakin was calm, the tension in his body melting into the mattress beneath him as he took the time to take a deep breath and try and relax.
Obi-wan was here, and if Obi-wan was here then everything was okay, because no matter what shit he had gotten himself into, and over the years there had certainly been a good amount of it, as long as Obi-wan was by his side he knew he could get out of it.
âWhere am I?â
His voice sounded weak to his own ears, his very vocal chords grating as he tried to speak, only then realizing how thirsty he was.
âmedical unitâ Obi-wan answered, coming to his bedside to help Anakin sit up, passing him a cup of water once he was sure he could handle it âI must say weâve had a lot of close calls in our days my friend, letâs never get that close againâ
Anakin just hummed in response, greedily gulping down water.
âWhat do you remember?â
Finishing the glass Anakin handed the empty vessel back to his master, taking a moment to rack his mind, trying to sort through a jumbled mess of memory. âwe were on Corelliaâ he answered hesitantly âthe separatists were attacking we were there with Y/N I think, she went off with her clone army andâŚâ the words died on his tongue, the emptiness of the room hitting him for the first time. His wide panicked gaze met his masters and Obi-wan read his expression easily.
âsheâs fine, she had to brief the councilâ
Anakin sagged back in relief, his breath taking a second to right itself once again âokay-okay good. Sheâs okay. She separated off and told me to be safe then I-â
âdid the exact oppositeâ Obi-wan supplied with a half smirk, relishing the way that same panicked look grew once again on Anakinâs face in response.
âshitâ Anakin swore under his breath, bringing the heels of his palms up to rub at his eyes.
âsheâs been by your side since she got to Coruscantâ Obi-wan replied, crossing his arms over his chest âhad to threaten expelling her from the order just to get her to go give her debriefâ
Anakin could only groan in response, his posture slumping further as he did so âscale of 1 to 10 how likely is she to kill me?â
Obi-wan chuckled in response âoh my dear padawan we surpassed double digits long agoâ
âit was that bad huh?â
Obi-wan was silent for a moment, hand coming up to rake through his beard in response, a tired sigh escaping him before he spoke again âthe first time she saw you since the moment you separated off was when I was giving you chest compressions-â
âWell Iâm here now thatâs got to be worth something right?â he tried, earning only a single brow raise in response.
Another heavy silence fell over the pair before Obi-wan broke it âAfter seeing her reaction to finding you like that I feel it is my duty as your master to warn you against forming attachmentsâ Anakin nearly rolled his eyes at the same tired old speech, Obi-wan cutting in to continue speaking before he got the chance to do so âhowever, as a friend I will say you ever put that girl through something like that again and breaking the Jedi code will be the least of your worriesâ
Anakin nearly laughed in response, the smile dying on his lips once he brought his gaze up to meet Obi-wans and seeing the seriousness that those eyes held. All words clogging in his throat as he was only able to force up a measly âyes masterâ that at least seemed to placate him for the moment.
Obi-wanâs posture straightened suddenly, eyes cast towards the closed door as he sensed a presence Anakin had felt coming minutes ago. âI believe that is my que to leaveâ
Giving Anakin a small bow Obi-wan made his way towards the door, pausing when Anakin suddenly called out âMasterâŚthank youâ
Obi-wan smiled warmly in response âItâs good to see you breathing again Anakin. Do your best to keep it that wayâ
Opening the door Obi-wan paused just in the doorframe, conversing briefly with someone he knew to be you before disappearing.
The entryway to Anakinâs surprise remained empty, empty for long enough to make him worry.
Despite everything though your form crept through the doorway, seeming almost scared to see him.
And though Obi-wan had told him you were okay Anakin couldnât relax fully until he finally was able to lay eyes on you.
You, however, stayed as tense as ever just inside the door, eyes wide and panicked, gaze pinning him to the spot.
Anakin was almost afraid to move beneath your gaze, afraid any wrong move would break the spell and have you yelling at him.
Cause maker he knew he deserved it but he just woke up, he was alive, and he thought seeing a frown on your face after everything would kill him all over again.
The stare down lasted a tense few seconds as you scanned each other, Anakin noting the bandages wrapped around your palms, the badly bandaged cut on your brow. Maker how many times has he told you to see a medical droid after an assignment instead of trying to do it yourself, some bacta and it would be gone in minutes and he wouldnât have to stare at the physical reminder of his own failure to protect you, of your own vulnerability.
The two of you seemed to snap out of it at the same moment, finishing your physical examination of one another at the same moment, because as Anakin took a deep breath and started to push himself up you were bound across the room in a near sprint.
Your arms were around his neck within the next second, your body planted in his lap, your chest pushed flush against his. And every part of him hurt with it but he didnât care for a second because you were in his arms and the only thought running through his mind was that he needed you closer, that no matter how hard he pulled you into him it wasnât enough because he was alive and you were here and nothing else beyond that mattered.
Much to his displeasure you were pulling back much too quickly and he tried to fight it, tried to keep you against him, tried to seek comfort in your arms as long as possible. But then your palms were cupping his cheeks and all thoughts in his head ceased, your wide eyes were looking directly into his and Anakin could do nothing but freeze, your nose brushed against his and Anakin forgot how to breathe. Then your lips were against his and Anakin suddenly wasnât entirely sure he hadnât actually died back there.
But Anakin had thought about this too many times to hesitate now, he kissed you back just as fiercely, just as hungrily, one hand coming to the back of your head, fingers threading themselves into your hair at the base of your neck as he pulled you into him, his other hand finding your waist and pulling, seeking out any sort of physical reminder that you were here, really here.
But there you went pulling back again, ending the kiss much too quickly for his liking. He tried to follow you back, tried to pull your lips back to his but you were too stubborn, why did you always have to be this stubborn?
Before his mind could even process what had happened, before he could even mourn to loss of your body against his, your hand was raised and Anakin felt a sharp sting on his cheek, a pain he was only 60% sure was new at this point.
He forced his eyes open only to be met with the anger in your eyes he had been expecting since you had walked into the room.
You were pulling back again, getting up from the bed to your feet, fingertips trailing down the sheets that separated his body from yours absentmindedly but leaving a trail of sparks in their wake for Anakin. He tried to reach for them but you were too quick pulling them back, coming up to stand alongside his bed.
He could acknowledge you were talking now, or rather ranting fit it better, but he was too busy trying to reach you, trying to pull you back down on top of him, too busy cursing his every ache and pain that kept him from standing up and following you.
âcannot believe you thought it was a good idea to go off on your own what were you thinking? No scratch that I knew what you were thinking and it was nothing-â
Your words vaguely registered in the back of his mind as you paced back and forth, scolding him. âyouâre right, Iâm sorry, come hereâ the words rushed out of his mouth as he tried to reach out to you again.
But you never even acknowledged that he had spoke, continuing your rant without a hiccup âyou cannot keep doing this to me, to Obi-wan, to Rex, throwing yourself into every dangerous situation without any regard for your life-â
And all Anakin could focus on were your lips as you spoke. Was it just him or did they seem slightly pinker than before? Slightly swollen. A soft sheen on them from saliva, his saliva, maker how he wanted to add to it. He hummed non-committally to whatever you had just said.
You hadnât even looked at him as you ranted, your eyes planted on your feet as you paced rapidly before his bed âyou promised me youâd be careful and this is how you thought you would go about upholding that promise? Because I have news for you if you really thought that was a good plan-â
He hadnât even gotten the chance to really enjoy himself, enjoy the feeling of your lips against his, the taste of you on his tongue. With every second that passed with you still all the way across the room he became less and less convinced that the kiss had really happened. At this point he didnât really care if he had imagined the whole thing he was just desperate to recreate it.
His bed shook slightly as your hands came to rest on the foot of it and your eyes for the first time this entire rant connected with his and Anakinâs focus finally zeroed in, yours seeming to do the same, the both of you acknowledging in that moment you hadnât listened to a single word the other had said in the past five minutes.
Another tense silence passed, each being unsure of what to say to the other, before a tear falling down your cheek broke it. âAni I found you while Obi-wan was doing chest compressions, I only found you after you had diedâ
And for the first time the weight of his own stupid actions seemed to hit him. Because he could tell himself that he was doing it for you, or for Obi-wan, but truly Anakin hadnât ever thought about what would happen after he made the decision to do something stupid. And here he was dealing with those consequences.
You were scared, you were scared and sad and Anakin had done that to you and he wasnât sure he could forgive himself for that.
âY/N pleaseâ he begged softly, one arm extended out to you.
And finally you listened to him, too slowly making your way back to his bedside, and Anakin wasted no time in wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling your head into his chest.
You went willingly, your arms wrapping around his torso, burying yourself into him with a relieved sigh as Anakin buried his nose in your hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.
âIâm so sorry Y/Nâ he whispered into your hair and for a second you didnât respond, simply stayed in his arms, listened to the sound of his heart beat, reminded yourself he was really here, before replying, your voice muffled slightly by his shirt.
âYou better be Skywalkerâ
And despite everything Anakin couldnât help but chuckle at your threat, arms tightening slightly around you as he fondly kissed the top of your head once more.
âIf I promised to be more careful would you kiss me again?â
It came out in a teasing tone but you froze at the question, your entire body tensing beneath his touch before slowly pulling back to better look at him, your eyes wide in panic âmaker I kissed youâ
âyou didâ he agreed eagerly, hand coming up to cup your cheek.
You brushed aside his hand without a thought, your panicked state leaving Anakin much too amused âI didnât even ask you or warn you or tell you how I feel I just kissed you, maker Aniâ
âAnd Iâm asking you to do it againâ he chuckled, hand wrapping around your wrist and giving it a small tug trying to pull you back into him.
âI couldâve ruined everythingâ you continued to rant, eyes unfocused as you spoke âWeâve known each other since we were nine and I just kissed you like that wasnât going to change everything what was I thinkingâ
âIâm thinking if you donât kiss me now my heart may stopâŚagainâ
Your response was immediate, one fist shooting out and connecting solidly to his shoulder causing the jedi to groan softly âAni thatâs not funnyâ
Nonetheless Anakin took advantage of the way you leaned forward slightly to hook one hand around the back of your neck and crash your lips sloppily into his, a happy groan escaping him once you had finally connected.
Yet again you were pulling back but Anakin learned from his mistakes, never letting you get far. âI want it on record this does not mean I condone you injuring yourselfâ
âYou got it sweetheartâ Anakin mumbled back without much thought, pulling you back into him to let your lips connect once again, relishing the few seconds you eagerly kissed him back before you pulled back once again.
âAnd you canât just say whatever you think I want to hear just so Iâll kiss youâ
âmhm sure whatever you want babyâ he responded with a hum before pulling you in again, an exasperated groan escaping him when you once again pulled back too soon.
âI mean it you have to promise me Aniâ
Anakinâs other hand came up to cup your check, gaze desperately seeking out yours as he held your head mere inches from his own âI promise you I will not put myself unnecessarily into danger going forwardâ and without giving you a chance to respond he was kissing you again, committing every second to memory as he threaded his fingers through your hair.
Your hands planted on his chest as you pulled back again, barely getting out your âand one more-â before Anakin was responding with a simple ânoâ pulling you back into him, the Jediâs desperation making you giggle against his lips as you happily kissed him back.
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Not Allowed
Pairing:Â Cop!Bucky Barnes x Receptionist!Reader
Word Count:Â ~2.1k
Warnings:Â bad date angst, jealous bucky
Summary:Â You and Bucky always flirt with each other while at work but it never goes anywhere like you'd hope. You accept a date with another man, causing Bucky to be jealous. He's a cop who is jealous. Nothing will go wrong, right?
Squares Filled:Â kink: pet names (2021) for @buckybarnesbingo
Authorâs Note:Â any and all comments are appreciated <3
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You walk through the double doors with a smile on your face because today is another day. Youâre alive and thatâs the best kind of day. You work for the local police department as their receptionist. Youâre the first thing people see when they come in so you have to be on your best behavior.
You set your things down on your desk and quickly get settled in. Besides the Captain, youâre the first one in the building. Every officer that comes in, you greet them with a smile as you log into your computer.
âHey, sweetheart,â Officer Wilson says when he comes in. He always calls you that since he's often told you how he thinks of you like a little sister. âHow was your weekend?â
âToo short,â you chuckle. âDid Sarah get into that college?â
âYeah, she got the acceptance letter yesterday.â
âOh, Iâm so happy for her!â you grin.
âYeah, Iâll tell her to give you a call.â
Sam taps your desk twice and leaves to go to his own. A few more officers come in until the one youâve been waiting for walks in confidently. Your heart starts to race because you have a huge crush on him. He kind of knows it but doesn't outright call you out on it.
âThere she is,â Bucky smiles and leans on your desk.
âOfficer Barnes, itâs good to see you.â
âDoll, you know you can call me Bucky.â
He knows exactly what those pet names do to you. After a night of drinking together, you let it slip that your kink is pet names, and doll happened to be your favorite. Like him, you wonât call him out on it.
âI know. How was your weekend?â
âBetter if you were there with me,â he flirts.
âOh, Bucky,â you chuckle nervously. âYou donât mean that.â
âYeah, I do. I was wishing, âMan, donât I wish Y/N was here with me? I guess I have to drink aloneâ.â
âYou know what alcohol does to me.â
âYeah, I do,â he smirks. âYou look cute today. That dress compliments you.â
âA compliment. I might swoon,â you joke even though your cheeks are hot.
âAs long as itâs in my arms, I donât care.â
âDonât you have a job to get to, Officer Barnes?â
âYeah, but Iâd rather stay here and talk to you.â
âYou might get fired.â
âItâs worth it,â he winks. âHereâs your coffee.â
He sets your favorite coffee order next to your keyboard and walks away. Thatâs the extent of your relationship with Bucky. You two flirt constantly but nothing ever comes of it. Itâs comfortable. Why leave something when youâre comfortable being there? Do you wish you were something more? Of course. Do you think heâs going to man up and take it to that next level? Not unless something threatening happened like him realizing if he doesnât do it soon, heâd lose you.
Some of what your work includes is printing off documents for the other officers, inputting things into evidence before they get shipped off there, and sorting through the files regarding the people they have locked up in the holding cells or interrogation rooms. You already have a list of things to print out and file, but you look for Buckyâs name first.
After printing off what he needs, you get up and personally hand this to him. There is a mailbox for the officers that youâre supposed to put in, but you like visiting his desk. He has a picture of you and him printed out and placed next to his computer that you look at every time you visit.
âHere are the papers you asked for,â you smile.
âThanks, doll,â he grins and grabs them from you, intentionally brushing his fingers against yours.
You go back to your desk to finish your work, and you come across two people who need stuff put into evidence. One of them sent it over a couple of hours ago, and the other one is from Bucky. You immediately click on his name to get what he needs first before looking at the other one.
âNow that is bullshit,â you hear from behind you.
You jump and turn to see Sam standing there with a half-smile on his face.
âWhat are you doing? You scared me!â
âI sent you evidence hours ago and Bucky sent you it just now, and heâs the one you pick first?â
âI--â
You donât have any words for that.
âWhen are you two gonna fuck?â
âSam Wilson!â you gasp.
âWhat? Itâs a valid question. I should ask him that.â
âDonât you dare!â
âIâm rooting for you two no matter how painful the slow burn is,â he chuckles and walks away.
It takes half an hour to get the idea of you and Bucky fucking for you to do your job right. Once youâre in the groove of things, the door opens and an attractive man walks in.
âCan I help you?â you ask with a smile.
âYeah, Iâm here for my brother. Heâs in lock up.â
âOkay, whatâs his name and date of birth?â
âJames Farley. 04/05/1986.â
âYour name?â
âBrandon Farley.â
âOkay, I see your brother here. It looks like--â
âIâm sorry, but I have to tell you how beautiful you are.â
âOh, thank you,â you blush.
âAre you seeing anyone?â
âNo, but--â
âGreat. Can I take you out?â
âYou can see how this is inappropriate, right?â
âYeah, but you like it,â he grins. âSo, can I take you out?â
Thereâs a certain charm about him that you find endearing maybe because he reminds you of Bucky. Being put on the spot like that is enough to make you freeze up, so you say the one thing that wonât cause conflict.
âYes.â
âHereâs my number.â
He grabs your hand and writes his number on it so that it wonât come off with one scrub.
âI have sticky notes!â
âThis is better. Now you wonât lose it.â
âGo take a seat. Someone will be with you shortly to bring you to your brother.â
âThanks,â he winks and walks to the waiting room.
Youâre about to get up and wash off the number when you notice Bucky standing in the doorway that leads into the precinct.
âDid I hear that right?â
âWhat?â
âYou have a date?â
âYeah, he asked me out,â you stutter. Bucky looks pissed as if you just told him you killed someone. âWhy do you look angry?â
âNothing. No reason.â
Bucky walks off angrily leaving you confused. He avoids you like the plague for the rest of the day. He isnât at his desk when you drop off paperwork, and heâs not there to walk you to your car when you get off. Heâs supposed to get off an hour before you do, but he stays after not on the clock to make sure you get to your car safely.
This time, he didnât.
The next day, Bucky is already at work when you arrive. There is no coffee on your desk, either, and youâre feeling guilty for accepting a date with someone else. Is that why heâs acting this way? Sam walks in drinking an energy drink when you stop him.
âHey, whatâs going on with Bucky?â
âYouâre kidding, right?â
âNo, what did I do?â
âYou accepted a date from someone else.â
You knew it. Why is he bigging out?
âSo?â
âHave you not been here for the past two years? You two flirt like crazy.â
âNo, heâs just being friendly.â
âYou wonât get it until you do,â Sam shakes his head and walks off.
The date with Brandon comes sooner than you hoped. He picks you up in a fancy car and takes you to a fancy restaurant that you could never afford. He smooth-talks the hostess to get him a table by the window so he can have a view while he eats. The waitress brings by a drinks menu but he already orders what you two are going to drink.
âTrust me, youâre going to love this,â he winks at you.
âOkay,â you say and fiddle with your fingers underneath the table. âYou know what I do for work. What do you do for work?â
You shouldnât have asked him that.
âI work in the telecommunications sector. You know that big building in the city? Thatâs mine. Itâs funny. I got all my parentsâ money when they died and instead of using that money for myself, I decided to invest in a small company that turned out to give me millions.â You open your mouth to speak but he continues talking. âCan you imagine that? This small company that wasnât going to go anywhere if it weren't for me. Iâm like their hero. They eventually sold their part to me, and Iâve been thriving ever since.â
Once he got to talking about his job, he hasnât shut up about it since. Heâs very arrogant and rude but that doesnât seem to stop him. As soon as the drinks come, you greedily take yours and down it without caring what it is.
âWhoa, doll, calm down. I donât need to haul you to the car at the end of the night. You should pace yourself.â
No one can call me that but Bucky. Oh, Bucky. You shouldnât have said yes to this man. He only asked you out to hear himself talk. You want this date to end so you pretend to be interested in what he has to say. Even when the date is over and heâs driving you home, he wonât shut up. His voice mixed with alcohol is starting to make your head throb.
About halfway to your house, you see red and blue lights behind you.
This better not be him, you think to yourself. Brandon pulls the car over obediently and waits for the officer to approach him. You look through the mirror to see the outline of the officer and recognize it immediately. He better not. I swear to God⌠Instead of walking to the driverâs side door, Bucky walks over to your door and leans down so only you can see him.
âStep out of the vehicle, please.â
âNo.â
Bucky takes a deep breath to calm himself down. He leans in so close that you can smell his delicious cologne. That makes your head spin.
âIâll repeat myself. Step out of the car.â
âOr what? Youâre gonna drag me out?â
âDonât tempt me, doll,â he says so only you can hear it.
âIs there a problem, Officer?â Brandon asks.
âYes. You have a busted taillight.â
âFuck! Youâve got to be joking, sir.â
âNo, sir, Iâm not.â
âShit. Officer, I can promise you I keep this car in the utmost pristine condition.â
âNot today, buddy. Thatâs a ticket.â
Bucky takes out his pad and writes Brandon a hefty ticket for a broken taillight youâre not sure is even broken.
âFuck!â Brandon turns to you without guilt on his face. âLook, do you mind if I drop you off right here? Your house is only down the road. You can get there from here, right?â
Your mouth drops open in shock.
âDonât worry, Iâll take her home,â Bucky offers.
âThank you. Iâll call you.â
You donât say anything as you get out of the car. Bucky walks you to the passenger side of his cruiser. You look at the taillights of Brandonâs car and notice theyâre both working properly.
âWhat the fuck, Bucky?â you yell when he gets in the driverâs seat. âHis taillights are broken! You canât just do that. Thatâs illegal!â
âHeâll fight against it, and Iâll drop the charges,â he shrugs.
âYouâre un-fucking-believable. We were actually having a good time,â you lie.
âNo, you weren't,â he laughs.
âHow do you know that?â
âItâs written all over your face. Your eyes donât have the usual light.â Bucky pulls onto the road and heads in the direction of your house. âI donât know why you would accept the date in the first place.â
âBecause at least he had the fucking balls to ask me.â
That puts the entire car ride into a tense silence. He doesnât say anything for the rest of the ride home. He pulls up to your place but instead of letting you get out first, he gets out and walks over to your side of the car. He opens the door but doesn't let you leave the car. He leans into the car, grabs your chin, and kisses you. Youâre shocked but you wonât pull away from him. Both your lips move in harmony against one another, and he slides his tongue into your mouth to show you he means business.
âYouâre not allowed to see other men.â
âWhy not?â you ask, breathlessly.
âBecause youâre mine now and Iâm not gonna let you go.â This brings a smile to your face. He lets you get out, and when you pass by him, he taps your ass lightly. âIâll see you tomorrow, Doll.â
Yes, you will.
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13: NEW BEGINNINGS
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You and Bucky are finally able to admit your feelings to each other.
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Warnings: confessions of love, Sam being the best wingman (pun intended)
It had been a long and difficult week, filled with painful rehab sessions and slow progress. But finally, you were starting to feel more like yourself again. Your voice was still weak from disuse, but you were delighted to hear that the doctors were ready to remove your tracheostomy tube. It was a small victory, but it meant that you were one step closer to recovery.
Despite the progress, you found yourself getting tired easily and napping often. It was frustrating, but you knew that it was all part of the healing process. The physiotherapists had refused to let you wear the speaking valve after they discovered that you had some trouble the previous night, rendering you speechless for the day.
What worried you more was the fact that Bucky, who had been by your side throughout your ordeal, seemed to be spending less and less time with you. You couldn't help but wonder where he went when he wasn't with you. Old insecurities started to resurface, and you found yourself questioning whether Bucky's feelings for you had changed now that you were getting better. The tenderness and care that he had shown you in the beginning seemed to be fading, and it left you feeling lost and confused.
As time ticked on, you couldn't shake the feeling that Bucky was pulling away from you. You suspected that he was going to see Priya, after all, she had made it abundantly clear she wouldn't give him up. The thoughts had you rebuilding the barriers that had come tumbling down after your injury.Â
Sam was by your bedside this afternoon. Listening to him chatter about Cass and AJ's most recent antics. He chuckled at the reason that Cass had received detention, but you had zoned out and looked surprised when Sam started laughing.Â
He looked at you with concern filling his beautiful brown eyes. âWhat's up with you? Not feeling good?â
âSorry,â you mouthed at him.Â
âWhat's wrong, little bug?â
You pulled out your phone and sent him a text. It took a moment for Sam to understand that you had sent the message to him.
âOh right. Thought you were ignoring me for a second there,â he chuckled, reading the words on his screen.
>>>> I'm okay, just tired.
âTired, huh? And here I thought you might be lamenting over a certain broody super soldier.â
You gave him a solid deadpan stare, before your eyes involuntarily flicked towards the door, as though the mere mention of him might summon his presence.
>>>> I thought things were better butâŚ
What you wanted to say was âI can't shake this feeling that Buckyâs pulling away from me.â
âWhat do you mean?â Sam asked.
>>>> He's been spending less and less time with me.
You stopped yourself from adding âand I can't help but think he's going to see Priya.â To your surprise, Sam texted you in return.
Sam << Have you talked to him about it?
>>>> No. How do I even bring it up? Heâs with her, right?
Your mind said âhe's choosing her over me.â
Sam dropped his phone with exasperation. âCricket, that's not true! Bucky loves you more than anything else in the world.â
You rolled your eyes.
>>>> How do you know?
âBecause he told me. Isnât that good enough?â
>>>> I don't know if I can believe that unless it comes from him.
âYou need to talk to him. Communication is key in any relationship.â
>>>>Â You sound like an online therapy programme.
Sam guffawed.
âHonestly, I'm kinda surprised by how quickly you forgave him for all the shit he gave you. I mean don't get me wrong, I'm glad you two are friends again but...â
You were surprised by Sam's openness. Natasha and May felt the same way, you were sure, but it was shocking to hear it from Sam who was usually more of a diplomat. It wasn't as though you hadn't thought about all the things that had happened between you, but you couldn't seem to let him go.
>>>> I was scared, Sam
>>>> And he was there and IâŚ
You pressed send, even though you didn't know how to express the sentiment. Despite everything that had happened between you, you still craved his presence in your life. Sam put a comforting hand on your leg.
>>>> I thought I was going to die
>>>> I know, I know. Being an Avenger and being scared of death. Dumb, huh?
>>>> Even after everything, the thing that scared me more was that I might never see him again
>>>> I just don't want to push him away again
âI'm all for team Bucket but I think he has some groveling to do. But trust me, he won't go anywhere.â
You scrunched your face in confusion and mouthed âteam Bucketâ at Sam.Â
âYou know, Bucky and Cricket, it's a ship name. Look, that was all Tony!â Sam shrugged as you giggled silently. âJust talk to him, okay?â
>>>> Okay, I'll try. Thank you, Sam
âAnytime. Just remember, Bucky cares about you more than you know.â
>>>> I hope you're right. Thank you for being here for me
âAlways. Now tell me youâll talk to Bucky. Everything will work out, I promise.â
>>>> I will. Promise
Sam looked up from his phone to see you holding out your pinky finger for Sam to wrap his around. As you sealed your pinky promise, Sam kissed you on the forehead. âNow get some sleep, you look like you need it.â
*
As you opened your eyes the following morning, you saw Bucky was back at your bedside. He looked tired and worried, and there was a hint of relief in his eyes as he saw you wake up. Clearly he had come back the previous day, but you had fallen asleep before his arrival. He handed you the speaking valve for you to clip onto your tracheostomy tube.
"Whyâre you still here, Bucky? Everythingâs fine, you should go home and get some rest," you said, voice filled with concern.Â
"Trying to get rid of me?" he teased, a cheeky grin gracing his lips and lighting up his tired features.
You rolled your eyes, suppressing a smile. "Mostly because you look homeless right now," you replied.
Bucky chuckled. "Peachy. I give your voice back and itâs straight to the insults."
"Hey, you know you love me!" Your eyes shone with affection.
Bucky blushed and smiled. "Canât deny that," he admitted.
âReally Buck, you don't have to stay. It's not your responsibility. I'm a big girl, I have to learn to take care of myself,â you said softly, your voice tinged with sadness.
Bucky shifted uncomfortably, his eyes avoiding yours. âYou know, you and Steve are exactly the same. He used to say that to me a lot after his mom died,â he observed, finally meeting your gaze.
You nodded, understanding dawning in your eyes. âYeah, he has a hard time accepting help,â you agreed, a small smile playing on your lips.
âBut I'm here for you, Cricket. I want to help you through this,â Bucky said earnestly, taking a step closer to you.
You looked at him, your heart torn between wanting to believe him and the fear of being hurt again. Bucky had let you down before, and you couldn't bear the thought of going through that pain once more.
"What, when you feel like it?" you asked, your tone bitter with the hurt and disappointment you had been feeling.
Bucky's expression fell, and he looked down, shame coloring his cheeks. You could see the regret in his eyes, and a part of you softened at the sight.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," you said sadly, feeling the weight of your emotions pressing down on you.
But then, Bucky looked up, determination shining in his eyes. "Cricket, I promise you, I will always be here for you. Always," he vowed, reaching out to take your hand in his.
You hesitated, unsure if you could trust his words. "Except when you're mad," you pointed out, your voice tinged with skepticism.
Bucky sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Do you even know why I was angry?" he asked, his tone pleading for understanding.
"Because I didn't get you a dumb birthday gift?" you replied, feeling a mix of frustration and confusion.
Bucky shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Cricket, whyâre you like this?" he asked, his eyes searching yours for an answer.
"Like what?" you countered, feeling a surge of defensiveness rising within you.
"You've been lying to me for months," Bucky stated, his voice gentle but firm.
You felt a lump form in your throat, the weight of your secrets pressing down on you. "I don't know what you want me to say," you admitted, feeling vulnerable and exposed.
"What's going on in that head of yours? Just help me understand what you're feeling," Bucky urged, his gaze filled with concern and a hint of frustration.
Bucky's heart sank as he watched you avoid his gaze, preferring to fiddle with the strings on your hospital gown. He had never seen you like this before, so vulnerable and distant. He knew he had to get to the bottom of what was troubling you, no matter how difficult it may be.
Bucky reached out and gently lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Cricket, please talk to me. I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong," he pleaded.
Taking a deep breath, you let go of your defenses and allowed yourself to be vulnerable with Bucky. "Iâm sad," you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes.
Bucky took your hands in his. âThatâs good⌠that youâre telling me this, not that youâre sad. Can you tell me whatâs making you sad?â
âThat things arenât like they used to be⌠with us.
âAnd this is because of Priya?â he asked, cautiously.Â
You nod, taking a deep shuddering breath, knowing that if he asked you a direct question, the truth would come out and it terrified you. But youâd been hiding it for too long and it was eating you alive.
âYou donât like her?âÂ
âI didnât have any specific problem with her⌠up until your birthday.â
âYeah, I can understand that.â
You looked up at him curiously.
âI found the gift you got me.â Bucky moved closer to you, so he was sitting beside you on the bed, still holding your hand. âAnd I read the note.â
âYeah?â Your heart was pounding with fear and anticipation.
âYeah,â he nodded. âWhat you wrote⌠I⌠I don't think anyone has ever done anything so special for me before?â
âWhat, not even Steve coming to Azzano to break you out of a Nazi prison?â you joked, trying to divert attention from yourself.
Bucky chuckled. âStop deflecting.â
âSure thing, Mr. Pop Psychology. Who suddenly gave you a masters degree in psychotherapy?â
âWhat you said⌠did you mean it?â
You frowned, not a hundred percent sure of what he meant.
âIn the message on the birthday card,â he clarified seeing your confusion.
âEvery word,â you answered earnestly.
âIâm sorry for what happened⌠with Priya.âÂ
âThat wasnât your fault,â you shrugged.
âBut I was the one so ready to believe that you didnât care about me. After everything weâve been through together, I shouldâve given you the benefit of the doubt.â
But another question was plaguing your mind. âHow long have you known?â
âKnown what?â
âAbout what Priya did.â
âThe same day that you were hurt. I was coming to find you when Steve got your message. I just got back from that mission with Sharon.â His voice tailed off, knowing what your next words would be about.
âWhy were you on a mission with Sharon?â
âBecause I asked Steve to assign me a different partner,â he mumbled.
You nodded, as he confirmed your suspicions. âOf all the things thatâve happened, I think thatâs the most hurtful thing youâve done.â
âSo you just decided to leave? Without saying a word?â He couldn't keep the sourness from his words.
âWho was I supposed to say it to? You were acting like I didnât exist. You didnât even say goodbye when you walked away from me. What if something happened out there?â Your eyes filled with tears again. âWhat if you didnât come back? What was I supposed to do then, Bucky? Huh? You left me!â Your voice cracked as your tears fell.
âI know, I'm sorry.â He put his arms around you, holding you tightly. He whispered his apologies into your hair as he held you to his chest. âI'm sorry.â
As you composed yourself, you pulled out of his embrace, wincing as the stitches in the side of your abdomen are put under strain. âPlease don't,â you pushed away his hand as he tried to help you. âHow does your girlfriend even feel about you being here 24-7? She made it pretty clear to me that she wasnât giving you up.â
âShe did what?â Buckyâs voice rose an octave and his eyebrows flew up into his hairline. âWhen?â
âDidnât she tell you why we were in the park together?â
âI havenât seen her since we brought you to the hospital. Weâre notâŚâ
âWhat happened?â you asked, surprised to hear this development.
âWe broke up.â
âWhy?âÂ
Bucky took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts before speaking. "Because she's not you," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Your eyes widened in surprise, your expression a mix of confusion and realization.
"What do you mean she's not me?" you asked, your voice tinged with disbelief.
Bucky looked down at his hands, fidgeting nervously. "I mean... she's not you. She's not the one I want to be with. She's not the one who makes me feel safe and loved. She's not the one who understands me like you do."
"I was so scared of losing you, that I ended up acting totally crazy and almost lost you anyway. Bucky, IâŚâ you sighed. âI don't know why this is so hard for me to say⌠I care about you. You're everything to me⌠I⌠I love you."
Bucky's eyes softened as he reached out to gently lift your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "I'm sorry, Cricket. I didn't realize... I didn't know how you felt."
You sighed, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as you finally spoke your truth. "I've been hiding it for so long, Bucky. I've been pretending that everything was fine, but it wasn't. I missed you. I missed us."
Bucky's thumb brushed against your cheek, wiping away a stray tear. "I missed you too, Cricket. I missed us too."
You leaned into his touch, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity wash over you. âI don't want to hide it anymore, Bucky.â
Bucky's eyes sparkled with emotion as he pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go. "Iâm so glad to hear you say that, Cricket. I love you too."
In that moment, you felt that your world was complete. Bucky was everything you needed and he felt the same way about you as you did for him. You craned your neck back to look at his face, and as he caught your eye, Bucky cupped your cheek tenderly. Your hearts beat in unison as he leaned in closer. The tension between you palpable, the air thick with desire. And then, in a moment that seemed to last an eternity, his lips met yours in a soft, tender kiss, his heart soaring as you kissed him back. It was like nothing either of you had ever experienced before. The world around you faded away as you lost yourself in Bucky, your bodies pressed together in a sweet embrace. The kiss was gentle and sensual, filled with a depth of emotion that words could never express.
Eventually Bucky pulled back, gasping a little to fill his lungs with the air he had been deprived of. Even as a super soldier , Bucky still needed oxygen. He blinked in confusion, bewildered by the mischievous twinkle in your eye.
"I win that round, huh?" you said, a playful grin on your face.
"What do you mean? How are you not out of breath?" he asked, his heart still racing from the kiss.
You pointed to the tracheostomy tube in your throat, a small smile playing on your lips, a hint of laughter in your voice. "I can breathe through this, remember? So I win this time, Sergeant Barnes. Whoever breaks the kiss is the loser."
Bucky couldnât help but laugh with you while shaking his head, feeling a sense of relief washing over him. He had always loved your sense of humor, even in a moment as intimate as this.
*
You sat on the edge of the bed, overjoyed that you had been deemed fit to leave the hospital. As you stared out of the window at the bountiful greenery that surrounded the urban hospital building, Bucky approached you quietly, his footsteps barely making a sound on the sterile floor.
"Hey, Cricket," he said softly, taking a seat beside you. "I heard it's time for you to come home."
You turned to look at him, your eyes filled with happiness. "Hey! That was my news!" you joked.
"Do you want me to get the rest of the team to help move you back home?"
You took a deep breath and looked out the window again, contemplating your response. You had been thinking about this moment for a while now, and you knew you had to be honest with Bucky.
"I appreciate the offer, Bucky, but I don't think I want to go home just yet," you said, your voice steady.
"What?" Bucky's face fell dramatically, panic on his handsome features. But you were ready for this reaction.Â
"Look, Buck, I'm not saying I don't want to be with you." You put your hand on his thigh. "I just... it's been a lot, you know? I..."
Bucky looked surprised, but he nodded understandingly. "I get it, Cricket. You've been through a lot and maybe you need more time to heal."
You smiled gratefully at Bucky. "Exactly. And I've been thinking... I want to stay in my apartment and teach at the Academy. I've never lived on my own, been self-sufficient. I went from living with my family, to working for S.H.I.E.L.D., to being an Avenger. I just think it's time for me to be me. I want you to have the best of me."
Bucky sighed, pouting and running a hand through his hair. "But we could use your powers on the team. You're a valuable asset, Cricket."Â
"I know," she replied, her voice tinged with sadness. âBut I need a fresh start. I need to figure out who I am outside of being a superhero or an agent. I want to continue working at the Academy and make a difference in my own way."
Bucky nodded, understanding your need for independence. "I respect that, Cricket. But promise me that if we ever need your help on a mission, you'll be there."
Cricket smiled softly. "Of course, Bucky. I'll always be there when you need me."
Bucky reached out and took your hand, his touch warm and comforting. "I'm going to miss having you around all the time."
You squeezed his hand back, feeling a pang of sadness at the thought of leaving your teammates behind. "I'll miss you too, Bucky. But this isn't goodbye forever. We'll still see each other all the time, I promise."
As you sat in silence, the weight of your impending separation hung heavy in the air. But you knew that this was a necessary step for you to find yourself and for your relationship with Bucky to grow stronger.
"What will this mean for us?" he asked, tentatively.
"Well, I hope, a fresh start. One where we can both communicate better with each other."
Bucky grinned at you sheepishly. "I promise, from this point on, I'll always be here for you, no matter what. Even if I'm mad, or sad, or..."
"Horny?"
Both of you burst out laughing, plenty embarrassed and slightly aroused.
"That one is guaranteed." Bucky grazed his finger over your arm, leaving a trail for goosebumps in its wake.
 "I love you, Bucky."
"I love you too, Cricket," Bucky whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead before reluctantly letting go.
As you prepared to leave the hospital and start your new journey, you felt a mix of emotions - excitement for the future, sadness at leaving your old life behind, but above all, a sense of hope for what was to come. And as you looked out at the greenery outside the window, you knew that you were ready for whatever challenges lay ahead. Everything felt different now and with Bucky by your side, you were confident that the two of you could face anything together.
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Youâve been looking after Bucky Barnesâs kids for a few years now, you loved them like they were your own, and working for the man was no hardship, he was gorgeous. Obviously you liked him, he was kind and sweet and made you feel at home whenever he left you with them, but recently you felt like things were maybe changing into something⌠different.
It started harmlessly enough, a simple comment on a new colour you had painted your nails, or saying he liked your outfit. Then it was casual touches in the most acceptable places, like he squeezed your shoulder once in appreciation as you left, or his fingers lingered against your palm as he dropped your cash into your hand. The eye contact started to become intense as well, and thatâs when you realised you were in danger. The man had eyes the artists would write about, you could easily get lost in them. Soon, what was a harmless appreciation for a parent, turned into a full blown crush.
The night Bucky called you at short notice because he needed you to look after the kids as he had some sort of function to go to at the last minute was the night you decided enough was enough. You couldnât fall for this man and retain your dignity, he was a father, you worked for him. They told stories about girls like you, and these were not the kind that artists touched, these were the ones that porn directors salivated over. The naĂŻve babysitter and her older boss.
Thank god there wasnât a wife about anymore, that would be a whole other kind of story. One involving the term âhome wreckerâ.
When you arrived, the housekeeper was there to let you in, apparently Bucky had already left but the instructions were the same as usual and he would be home by midnight. You smile gratefully at the lovely woman whom the kids adored, and then ushered them into the kitchen to get them fed and finish their homework.Â
Hours later and the house was silent, the kids were asleep, and you finally got a chance to look at your phone and answer the messages from your best friend; Sharon,
Howâs the boss? Did you blow him yet?
What kind of a man goes to a function at the last minute anyway?
Are the kids still cute?
Answer me! Unless youâre riding the boss in which case I can wait.
Have you told him youâre leaving yet?
You sigh as you see all the messages lined up, and decide to bring up the voice notes, youâre too tired to be typing out loads of messages,
âSharon, the boss is fine, I havenât seen him yet but we both know he is fiiiine. No I havenât blown him, and Iâm not going to, remember? I guess a very busy and important man goes to functions at the last minute, how should I know? The kids are always cute, you know that. Iâm answering you now, and not because I was riding the boss, but because I was busy dealing with the kids! And no, I havenât told him. I will when he comes back.â You send the message, staring into space for a minute whilst you let your mind try and settle again. The thought of leaving made your heart start galloping in your chest, but you knew it was the right choiceâŚ
âIt is the right choice, isnât it, Sharon?â You start another note, mainly to try and speak your jumbled thoughts into existence, to help make sense of them somehow, âI canât stay here knowing that I want to jump this manâs bones at every opportunity, itâs not fair. Itâll just break my heart and I donât know if the broken back Iâm sure heâll give me is worth it. Anyway. Speak later.â
You get some stuff done after that, feeling a little better now youâve definitely made the right decision to leave Bucky's employment before you did something youâd regret. Maybe in a few years you could see him again and then maybe⌠well, it was unlikely heâd still be available. A man who looked like that with all the money that he has? You were surprised he didnât already have women and men lining up around the block for him as it was. You feel a pout form on your face at the thought, and despondently turn on the TV, hoping for something mindless to pass the time whilst you wait for the man in question to return home. You must fall asleep because suddenly youâre jerking awake at the sound of keys in the door, and you rush to clear up your mess as Bucky comes in, youâre looking at your phone when you hear his steps, bringing up the Uber app to get home,Â
âHi, Mr Barnes, I hope everything went okay? The kids were great, Iâm just- ohâŚâ Your words trail off when you raise your head and look at him⌠and keep looking⌠Eventually your eyes rise further to meet his, and you swallow compulsively against a dry mouth, âyou ummm, you look very⌠handsome, Buc- Mr Barnes.â You could feel your heart hammering in your chest as you took him in, the heat in your cheeks was hot enough to burn, but you couldnât look away.
To say Bucky looked sexy as hell was an understatement.
âHow many times have I asked you to call me Bucky, doll?â
Your lips quirk at the soft way he asks that, and you shrug, âA lot. I, um, like the shoulder pads.â You nod towards the jacket of his black on black outfit, another pout forming when he takes the beautifully tailored jacket off and drapes it over the back of the couch, at least until you see the tight fitting turtleneck underneath,Â
âThe pads took me by surprise, but apparently they made me look broader. Not sure why that would be needed.â Bucky runs his fingers through his hair as he says that and your eyes now drift to his bicep, outlined perfectly inside the soft wool,
âNope, definitely not needed at all.â
âWhat was that?â
You start at his question, realising you spoke out loud, and quickly gather your things, dragging your eyes away from his abs you can see outlined under his top, âOh, nothing, I need to be going, got a busy day tomorrow, so-â
âWait, Y/N, hold on-â
âIâll get an Uber like usual, just send me the money on PayPal, okay? I really need to-â
âDonât you need to talk to me about something first, doll?â Buckyâs question stops you in your tracks, and you turn back towards him, a frown on your face,Â
âTalk? AboutâŚ?â Youâre wondering if youâd forgotten something youâd mentioned in passing to him, but thereâs nothing, so you shake your head and shrug, âNo, I donât think so.â
Of course, you know you need to quit this job, but not tonight, not when he looks like he does right now, and is staring at you like that⌠his eyes drag up the length of your body, from the bottom of your sneakers, up your legs and over the skirt youâre wearing, and the higher, over the t-shirt that covers you and, finally, he meets your eyes,Â
âAre you sure, doll? You donât want to talk about leaving? Or about how me blowing your back out wouldnât be worth you staying?â
You blink, the blood drains from your face, âWh- what?â You take a step back towards the door, your heart pounding in your chest, âI donât know what youâre talking about.â You play ignorant, you have no idea why heâs saying this to you, he couldnât have heard youâŚÂ
âI put a nanny cam in last week, I should have told you, and Iâm sorry I didnât, I didnât mean to spy on you, doll-â
Now the blood rushes back to your face, your cheeks burning hotter than before, embarrassment ploughing into your bloodstream, âA nanny cam?!â
âI had to leave an engineer in here on his own last week. I get paranoid, especially with kids around. I meant to disable it, but-â
âYou were spying on me?!â
âNot deliberately! I was bored at that stupid event, I opened it up hoping to catch a glimpse of the kids before bed, and instead I see you talking to your friendâŚâ Bucky catches your wrist in a gentle hand as youâre turning to leave, âI didnât know you felt that way, doll,â
âPlease..â you tug at your wrist, turning your face away, âIâm so embarrassed right now, canât I just-â
âI donât want you to leave, I think you should stay.â Bucky lifts a hand, his thumb and index finger take a gentle grip of your chin and slowly turns your face to his, âStay with me tonight, doll. If you want to go after that, then go, but now I know you want me too⌠I donât want you walking out that door without letting me taste you.â Heâs close, this man whoâs a dad, whoâs older, whoâs so attractive your knees quake at the proximity of him, so close you can feel his breath over your lips, feel the heat radiating from his chest pushing so close to yoursâŚ
âI shouldnâtâŚâ The words are a whisper between you, âI want to, b-but-â
âWeâre both adults, arenât we?â Bucky pulls you closer, you can now feel his steady heartbeat against your frantic one, his cologne fills the air between you, âCâmon, doll, donât tell me that you havenât had the same dream Iâve had.â You back hits the wall, Buckyâs left arm rests next to your head, his right drops to your waist, just barely laying against the fabric of your skirt, âYou know the one Iâm talking about,â
âI-â
âYouâre on your knees in front of me. Iâm staring down at that pretty face as I fuck it-â
âOhâŚâ
â- after that Iâve got my tongue buried inside you, drinking down everything youâve got before I flip you onto your stomach and⌠well then I wake up, hard as a rock, wanting to be balls deep inside you for real.â Buckyâs blue eyes hold you captive, his right hand presses more firmly against your waist, drifting higher, it takes you just a second too long to notice that you t-shirt is lifting as well, âTell me that you donât have the same dream, doll,â air chills the skin of your waist, your ribs⌠you then feel the fabric lift high enough that the underside of your breasts are exposed, and you just stare at Bucky as his thumb traces your now exposed skin, âI knew you would be soft as hell hereâŚâ
You gulp at the touch, and then close your eyes, âYes, Iâve had the same dream, Mr Barnes,â
âI think youâd better start calling me Bucky, doll,â Bucky growls before capturing your lips in a kiss that makes you lose your breath instantly, your head swims as you try and keep up with the passion in him, itâs almost too overwhelming, your nails dig into his pecs through his top, caught between wanting to pull him closer and wanting to shove him away, and thatâs when he slows down⌠his arms constrict around you and hold you close, the kiss deepens and you can think again, âSorry, doll, I got a little carried away. You taste like vanilla.â
âThatâs my lip balm,â your eyes open, Buckyâs eyes stare back at you, pupils blown wide, âI liked kissing you.â
âI love kissing you, think Iâm gonna do it again,â Bucky grins, and does just that, one hand going to the back of your head, the other going back to your top, gently tugging it up and over your breasts and folding it under neatly so your chest is completely exposed to him, âno bra, doll?â
You face heats as he pulls back to look down at you, both hands now reaching to cup you, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, a hungry look in his eyes, âThat feels good, I-â
âYou feel good, youâre so fucking gorgeous, Y/N,â Bucky pecks another kiss to your lips, and then pulls back, whipping his own top off and stealing your breath when you see his ripped torso, âfairs fair.â
âYouâre so hot, oh my god,â your smug grin stays on as Bucky leans forward and kisses you again, his own smile merging with yours, you sigh when he pulls your top up and over your head so youâre both equally naked from the waist up. You both take time to kiss, to touch and melt into each other. You gasp when Buckyâs thigh pushes between yours, when you can feel how much he wants you grinding into you. Buckyâs hands grab your hips when you start to ride his thigh, desire a storm inside you that makes you feel like youâre going to explode, and you groan when he steps back, leaving you feeling bereft, âwhat?!â
âYouâre coming against me fingers first, not my thigh, you greedy girl,â Bucky holds your shoulders as he positions you against the wall how he wants, âask me to touch your pretty cunt and make you come,â
Youâre breathless, staring at him incredulously, âI wouldnât make you wait, why are you being mean?!â
âIâm making sure you want this, because I know that I do,â Bucky starts lifting the front of your skirt, his eyes on yours as he does so, âI want to see you, touch you, taste you, be inside youâŚâ your skirt is tucked into itself so the front of your panties can be seen, Bucky looks down and groans when he sees the pink lace youâre wearing, his fingers stroke over your inner thighs, âopen your legs, doll, be a good girl and Iâll have you screaming,âÂ
You do as youâre told, opening your legs wide enough that Bucky can cup you through your underwear, and you gasp at the contact, almost coming then and there, at least until Bucky whispers in your ear, âDonât wake the kids up, Y/N,â
Then he slips his middle finger under the elastic of your panties and pushes slowly inside you, his free hand pulls your underwear to one side and his thumb starts drawing little circles on your clit, âDoes this feel good, doll? Tell me.â
âYes, shit!â You throw your head back on your shoulders, âPlease, Bucky-â
âYouâre so tight, your perfect pussy is going to look so good stretched out on my cock,â Bucky adds his index finger, pumping and stroking and petting, âcome on, doll, all over my hand, good girl,â
You clamp your hands over your mouth as you come, your whines suppressed as Bucky mercilessly finger fucks you until your knees feel like theyâre going to give out. Bucky pushes your hands away, his free hand grips your throat, his lips meet yours as you come down from your high, and still heâs buried inside you, idly stroking your soaked pussy as your head clears, âThat was amazing⌠thank you,â
âYouâre welcome, sweetheart,â Bucky chuckles, kissing you softly, and then taking your hand and tugging you towards the stairs, âI want you in my bed for this next part,â
Nerves, trepidation, maybe even a little shame suddenly stop you, your feet feel like theyâre stuck to the floor, âI ummm⌠are you sure?â Bucky frowns at the sudden uncertainty in your voice, âItâs just, w-what if⌠I should goâŚâ
âYouâre not going anywhere, doll,â Bucky tugs you to him, âneither of us are doing anything wrong here, I want you, you want me, and now I get to have you? I want to treat you right in my bed, not fuck you by a wall, you understand me? This does mean something to me, Iâm not just some old guy who wants the babysitter's ass. Youâre perfect, and I want to treat you right.â Heâs as sincere as youâve ever seen him, and you duck your head, a sappy smile forming on your face. You canât get your hopes up, that the man who employs you might like you like that.Â
You can let him have his way and fuck him in his bed though.
âLead the way, boss,â
Bucky pushes you ahead of him, swatting your ass as he does so, âYou must like the idea of me spanking you for you to call me boss,â
âIt was funny, donât pretend it wasnât, you grump,â
You both fall into the bedroom, laughing into your kisses, the remainder of your clothing and his is kicked and tugged off in quick succession leaving you both to fall to the bed naked, breathless and giggling. Bucky rolls you to your back, slotting himself between your legs, rolling against you in a way that drives you mad. His lips are at your neck, his hands are back at your breasts, before he jumps off the bed, taking you by the hand and putting you on your knees in front of him,Â
âPut your mouth to good use, doll,â
âYessir!â You giggle when Bucky growls, pushing himself at your mouth, âWhat? I mean boss, I mean, yes my liege, I mean-â you gag when Bucky successfully shoves his dick down your throat, youâre pretty certain that your throat is going to be sore in the morning, but you do as he wanted, taking him down and sucking him to the best of your ability. Heâs big, your jaw aches stretching around him, and Bucky pulls away before he finishes,Â
âOn your back, doll, I want to be inside you,â Bucky strokes himself idly as you do as youâre told, taking a condom from the drawer next to the bed and rolling it down himself. You have a sudden moment of insecurity, as youâre waiting, your legs close and you cover your chest⌠âHey,â Bucky takes your wrists, guides them back down to your sides, âyouâre beautiful, remember? Let me see you, Y/N,â Youâre hesitant as you open your legs again, but your confidence grows as you see how his eyes darken as he looks you over, âmost beautiful woman in the world in my bed,â
âI bet you say that to all the girls,â Bucky rolls his eyes at your tease, and settles himself back in between your legs,Â
âNah, doll, just you. Always has been you.â
It feels like heâs coming home as he thrusts inside you, the way he moves is like a practised dance. You suppose for him, it is. Heâs done this a million times before, tonight just feels different. Heâs kissing you, holding you close, and you donât fight when he brings your hand in between your bodies, pushing you to touch yourself. Bucky lifts your leg up over his hip, his forehead against yours, breath mixing together as he starts to pump furiously inside you,Â
âYou good, Y/N?â
âYes, go, Bucky, it feels- oh!â You clamp down on him on a cry, you can feel Buckyâs thrusts grow sloppy as he finishes too, his grunts filling your head and the air almost crushed from your lungs as he holds you close to him. You can feel a beard burn against your neck, a pleasurable sting that you hope lasts the night. Bucky collapses next to you on a groan, and you giggle as he tugs the cover up and over you, grumbling about how heâs not a young man anymore, âYou still fuck like a young man though, Bucky.â
Youâre tucked up against Buckyâs side now, your favourite position in the world, as his breath slows back down and he kisses the top of your head, âYou bring it out of me when you get these ideas, what can I say?â
Your smile could definitely be counted as smug as you lay with your husband of over fifteen years in the dark, but all too soon the glow of post coital bliss starts to dim, and you sigh. Thereâs only silence, so you sigh again, changing a look at the dim shape of Bucky⌠before sighing again-
âDoll, stop being in your head and go to sleep.â
âIâm not in my head!â You lie through your teeth, âIâm just-â
âNo, weâre not weird for roleplaying.â Bucky huffs himself, rolls away from you, turns on the lamp, and then rolls back to face you, âNot that we need to, but it keeps us young, right? Thereâs nothing wrong with a little bit of fun and change in the bedroom. Plus you looked hot as fuck in that skirt, I donât know how you thought I would be able to control myself.â You grin, still amazed that after all these years he could make you feel like a schoolgirl with a crush,Â
âI know weâre not wrong, I just⌠I donât need it, you know? I want you to know that. I love us, at any age, at any level of sexual libido.â You lean forwards and peck him on the nose, âI love you.â Bucky actually blushes, and then reaches out and cups the side of your face, his thumb brushing over the apple of your cheek,Â
âI love you too, doll. Always have. I donât mind doing this, itâs fun, especially when Sharon and Sam have taken the kids so we can relax. Weâre perfect, no matter what, besides,â Bucky suddenly grins from ear to ear, pushing you back onto your back, âif you think weâre not playing this game again, you the hot MILF in a silk dressing gown, propositioning me, a hot, young gardener-â
âBucky, what?!â Youâre laughing as Bucky pushes open your thighs with his own, âYou want to do an âoh no I have no money, how can I ever payâ? Youâre so old!â
âNot so old I donât have another go in me tonight, doll,â Bucky swallows another laugh as he kisses you, âthereâs a reason why that scenario is a classic, and no one can say Iâm not a classic vintage.â
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Hesitation - Darth Vader
Summary: Husband!Vader has been on his ship for far too long. His very pregnant wife has come to fetch him.
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, Unburnt!Vader, Domestic!Vader, Husband!Vader, established relationship, fluff , porn with plot, wife!reader, PiV, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it please), creampie, mentions of children, mentions of Emperor Palps (he's his own red flag), same universe as my other fic here
Word count ~ 3.6k (unedited)
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Vader hasn't left his ship in days. Regularly occupied by the matters of the Empire, it was not uncommon for him to be absorbed in his work. More often than not, he would work late into the night until he lost track of time. Rest and sleep were put aside until he was satisfied with the work. To make matters worse, food and drinks his attendants provided were also regularly left untouched in favor of his work.
Although many would prefer it, his wife had decided to not let him rot on the Executor. After all, she prefers him alive and well. It also is not helpful that the current chatter among the Imperial ranks was that Lord Vader despised her and would rather confine himself to his ship than be with his very pregnant wife.
On some occasions, one could say that it was indeed true. Vader was nothing but dedicated to his work, or the Dark Side if we're being honest. But for the most part, Vader is practically glued to her. If he could chain her to their bed, he would.
That being said, no one dared to disturb him on his ship. Vader's temper was infamously catastrophic, mercurial. He could go from calm and collected, to being the embodiment of chaos and destruction. To make matters worse, her third pregnancy is proving far more difficult than the other two. The pain borders on unbearable and she struggles to walk even short distances.
Walking through the doors of his private office aboard the ship, she searches it for her husband. The cold wave of air sends a chill down her spine, making her shiver. She clutches her fur shawl closer to her body, trying to keep warm. The sight of Vader standing and looking over his war table, greets her. He was surely ready to chew out whomever had bothered him, clearly engulfed in his work.
Turning around, Vader's anger dissipates. Seeing his wife slowly walking towards him, taking careful steps to ensure she wouldn't slip and injure herself or god forbid, her baby has that effect on him. Naturally, Vader wastes no time in slipping off his helmet and crossing the room to her. Instinctively, he holds out his arm for her to use as support and walks her over to the sofa. Vader adjusts the few cushions on the absurdly large and plush sofa to support her back and helps her sit.
âWhat are you doing here?â he all but yells, kneeling down in front of her to slip off her shoes. Setting her shoes aside, Vader massages her swollen feet.
âWhen onesâ husband does not return home to his wife for days in favor of a ship, people talk. Not to mention, the boys miss you as well.â
âA few things are taking longer than I expected. I planned on coming home yesterday.â he replies, eyes avoiding her. He opts to focus his vision on her feet and massaging out the knots.
âI know. Your schedule isn't exactly a secret to me.â
âThings don't always go as planned.â
âWell, rebels and incompetent Imperial officers will do that.â she replies nonchalantly.
âDid you walk all the way from the landing bay to here?â
âYes. It's not a very short walk, you know.â
Vader's face grows darker with what she assumes is rage or frustration. She reaches out to grab his gloved hand and toy with his fingers.
âI know. The walk is not suitable for a woman who's heavily pregnant!â he replies sternly, clearly unhappy with her choice.
Standing up, he walks over to the side table and buzzes for an attendant. Seconds later, one rushes in, face riddled with anxiety and fear.
âYes, Lord Vader?â her voice quivers slightly. Clearly frightened in anticipation of Vader's wrath.
He orders her to bring in a selection of drinks and food, barely acknowledging her presence.
The attendant looks somewhat relieved at his request, probably grateful he wasn't directing his wrath at her. Her eyes flicker over to Vader's wife briefly before she quickly steps out of the room.
Quietly, Vader rearranges the cushions in the couch again and gestures for his wife to lay down. Tired and uncomfortable, she happily obliges. Vader helps her lay down, adjusting things here and there to ensure her comfort.
He fusses like a mother hen, she muses to herself.
Sitting down beside her, his hand gently caresses her large bump, a comfortable silence washing over them.
Soon, he thought. Soon, they would be free from the Emperor's clutches. His sons wouldn't be forced to serve the Emperor as he had, his wife wouldn't have to keep birthing him children if she didn't want to. He would give her anything, she gave him a second chance of life when he squandered it.
The baby wastes no time and gives a rather hard kick to Vader's hand, earning a groan from his mother.
âYour son is not letting me sleep. He can't stop moving or kicking or tensing! Everything just hurts.â she angrily says.
Vader reaches out into the force, searching for his unborn son's signature. The boy was warm and his signature was pure, untainted. Vader soothes and calms him down, sensing how tense his wife truly was.
âHave you seen the doctors? Make sure there's nothing wrong with you or the baby.â he asks, concern lacing his voice.
âI have. The baby is just, I don't know, active? The doctors say he's active. Our boys weren't exactly easy pregnancies but I wasn't this uncomfortable with them.â
The squeaky wheels of a cart interrupts them, they both turn their heads to the attendant walking in. Pushing a metal cart that was filled with a few drinks and an assortment of snacks, the attendant asks if they would need anything else.
Vader dismisses the attendant and turns his attention back to his wife.
âUncomfortable or painful? You need to be honest. I have seen you pregnant, I know you're in pain.â Vader says accusingly.
She doesn't reply. Instead, she opts to run her hands along his suit. Eventually inching up to his face where she runs her fingers across his jaw,his cheek and even his nose.
Vader leans into her, reveling in the contrast of her soft touch against his skin. The way she looked at him so reverently, as if he hung up the stars for her.
In all truth, he would. He wouldnât even hesitate or question her. He would do anything she asked him to. He didn't deserve this kind of love. He didn't deserve this gentleness and patience. Not after what he's done. Yet, he lets her. He knows he shouldn't let her, but he does every time. She wants to give him all her love and care, yet he feels so desperately undeserving of it. He has tainted her, no matter how hard he tries to, he can't stop himself.
He can't stop himself when she begs him to take her to bed and make love to her or fuck her mindless. He can't stop himself when she's begging him to fill her womb with his seed and give her another baby. Not when she's brought his sons into the world. She has carried and birthed two of his children. Now, she's carrying his third and Vader can feel that she's weaker this time. He won't admit it, he can't admit it.
The dark side in him feeds off this worry, telling him that he will lose her. Telling him that he will lose her to childbirth and the child he put in her will bring her to her death. He condemned her to death the same way he did Padme.
âStop.â her voice breaks him out of his trance.
She continues âYou're spiraling out. You're here yet you're miles away and we can't have that.â
She looks over at the cart and turns to him. With a soft smile on her face she makes him an offer he can't resist.
âHow about you eat with me,hmm? I don't have any appetite when I'm alone. Eating with you always helps.â
So, they eat together in silence. The spread of food had enough variety for her not to feel sick. Vader has no protests, as long as she eats. The baby is well-nourished and so is she. She wastes no time in eating her food, having a taste of everything. Vader remembers she is always hungry at this stage of pregnancy, for food and for him. He didn't mind.
Truth be told, he couldn't care if people thought he was pulling away from her. It couldn't be further from the truth. Vader was largely focused on her, his two sons and his unborn child. Everything he did was for them. His plans of betraying Palpatine is all for them. His wife's third pregnancy had thrown a wrench in his plans of overtaking Palpatine. Trying to move her somewhere in this state, he simply couldn't risk it. He didn't want her to be caught in the crossfire while pregnant, not when she is this vulnerable.
The stress could bring harm to both her and the baby. If anything happens to either of them, the dark side would surely dig its claws deeper into him.
Palpatine would also surely take the first chance at killing his pregnant wife if he retaliated. If this happens, the dark side will consume him completely, he thinks. He can't let his boys see that.
Vader also wants to be there for the birth. He wants to make sure she would live through it. Once she's safely given birth safely he prays, he'll have her and the children hidden. Hidden somewhere safe, somewhere protected where no one will be able to find them or hurt them.
Only then will he take on Palpatine. Only then will he destroy his wretched master. He will make Palpatine suffer for all he's taken away from him. Yet, Vader still hesitates. Would this be the right course of action?
Vader was a fool not to see Palpatineâs plans. He believed that Palpatine truly allowed him to have another wife as a reward for his work. In truth, Palpatine wanted his children for his sick and twisted plots. Vader felt his blood run cold and his stomach churn when Palpatine suggested his eldest son be trained in the ways of the dark side soon.
âWill you come home tonight? Perhaps even tuck them in?â Her voice is timid, almost as if she's testing the waters. She doesn't realize it, but her voice snaps him back to reality, grounding him to the world around him.
âAlright. We'll head home soon.â Vader leans in to kiss her, his kiss is passionate yet gentle.
His hand gently weaves itself into her hair and she has no qualms about it. Vaderâs kiss tastes sweet, like the fruits he's eaten off the spread and somehow she adores him even more now. The smell of his armor is both comforting and arousing, making her head spin
Vader pushes her fur scarf off her body, exposing her cleavage to him. Laying down, Vader thinks she looks like an angel, a kriffing angel.
Hair tousled and skin warmed, her breasts on display for him. The look in her eyes is one of love and lust which has Vader feeling like a teenage boy with his cock tightening in his pants.
Luckily for him, she's wearing one of her breastfeeding dresses. Vader pulls her dress away from her chest, exposing her to him.
âVader!â she exclaims loudly, hands swatting him away. âWhat?â he mischievously grins at her.
âNot here. What if someone enters?â
âI'd kill themâ Vader replies nonchalantly.
Vader's tongue moves to toy with one of her nipples, earning a rather erotic groan from her. He gently sucks on her nipple while his hand toys with the other.
Her hand weaves itself into his soft, blonde curls, gripping and tugging it gently as she falls into the fit of pleasure.
Vader moves his attention to her neck, kissing and sucking, leaving red marks in his wake. The smell of her perfume and body oils drives him crazy. When he pulls away, the sight of her flushed face has him breathless and his cock hard.
Vader tugs his gloves off, setting them aside on the cart of food and drinks. Then, he gets between her legs and slowly shifts her skirt up to expose her soaking wet panties. Vader pulls her panties off, tossing them somewhere in the room.
Vader slides two fingers in and out of her, earning moans that any man would beg to hear.
âYou smell so sweet and you're so wet. Is all this for me,hmm?â he teases her.
Dizzy from pleasure, she struggles to answer.
âMmhm..Oh! Who else has me like this?â
âShould I fuck you right here? On this couch, where anyone can walk in,hmm?â he asks.
âI want you. I want you to fuck me, husbandâ she whines to him.
Satisfied with her answer, Vader leans down and his tongue fiddles with her clit while his fingers pump in and out of her. Her cunt tastes sweet just like her and within minutes, he has her bucking her hips and arching her back, moaning while she grows closer to her climax.
When she does, her body trembles and she tries to close her legs as he continues to suck on her clit and finger her. His fingers move with a come hither motion making her squeal. Her body is always so sensitive when pregnant. Vader loved to see how many times he could make her cum all over him before she couldn't take anymore.
âOhh, Vader! Vader!â she moans.
Vader continues until she comes undone a second time, her walls clamping down on his finger so tightly he could barely them. Her thighs shake as he sucks harder on her clit and she tries to squirm away from him.
Her thighs wrap around his head and Vader thinks that he could stay there forever. Vader pulls his fingers out of her and his mouth dives right into her pussy, lapping up all her juices.
His wife tries to push him away, clearly it was too much for her. Vader grips her thighs tightly, preventing her from moving away.
Then, he adjusts her on the couch. He helps her get on her knees and positions her so her belly is supported by the couch cushions. Her hands grip the back of the couch for support, preparing to take Vader. Taking her in a back shot position is one of his favorites.
Vader discards his codpiece in record time and unzips himself to free his hard cock. Vader lines his cock up to her and thrusts himself in, her pussy was so wet, it was barely resisting him. He groan loudly as his cock sinks into her warm and wet pussy.
Vader thrusts himself in and out of her, the sounds of their skin slapping only spurring them on. His head moves to the side of her neck, breathing in her scent as one of his hands wraps around her neck gently.
Her moans and pants are music to his ears, he knows she adores it when he's like this. He thrusts into her slow and deep, shifting the angle of his hips to hit the right spots. It takes him all of his control not to fuck the living daylights out of her.
Vader grunts out between his thrusts âYou feel so good around me,wife. My wife, the mother of my children, takes my cock so well. Even when you're this pregnant, you still spoil me.â
The hand on her throat moves to clutch her belly. His other hand moves down her swollen belly and to toy with her clit, making her moan loudly.
Vader's thrusts speed up slightly as he rubs her clit, âHow long will it take for you to cum this time? You look so good falling apart for me, my darling wifeâ.
Vader continues his thrusts and the hand on her clit doesn't stop until she comes undone. When she cums, Vader continues to move his cock in and out of her, making her moan and whimper louder. Her walls grip him so tight, it has him grunting as he tries to thrust.
âVader, Vader, Vader! It's too much! Can't take it, hmmph!â she whimpers.
âI haven't finished yet, my pretty wife. I'm going to fill you up with my cum.â Vader whispers in her ear.
His thrusts now pick up speed as he chases his climax and his fingers on her clit expertly help her get closer to her fourth orgasm as well. Her moans and his grunts fill the room, the sound of their skin slapping against each other echo loudly.
âYou're so tight! Too much,hmm? My poor wife can't handle my cock!â He grunts in her ear.
He's close. He's so close and so is he. He ruts into her wildly as he feels her fourth orgasm nearing. She orgasms again, legs shaking as she tries to hold on until he shoots his load deep inside her. She's seeing stars trying not to faint from how good this feels.
âI'm going to cum! Take it, take itâ he yells as he shoots his cum inside her. The feeling of being so full of him and his cum has her so dizzy. Her entire body shakes and she's panting as Vader slowly finishes his thrusts.
Vader pulls out of her and the stimulation has her whimpering. His cum drips out of her and onto her thighs and the couch.
Then, he helps her limp body to lay down on the couch. He's careful to lay enough cushions to support her as he lays there satiated and panting. Cleaning himself up, he zips up his pants and places his codpiece back on.
Taking a few tissues, he wipes down the mess he's made between her legs. The contact has her moving away, clearly overstimulated.Then, he helps to adjust her dress and cover her breasts.
âWas that too much, hmm?â Vader asks as he brushes her hair out of her face.
She shakes her head. âIt was good. Just what I needed. Though, I don't think I can walk home after this.â she says to him.
Vader leans down to give her a kiss on the cheek before handing her a glass of water with a straw from the cart.âYou don't have to. I'll carry you.â
She drinks it under his watchful eye. âI'm doing alright today. The baby is active but the pain isn't too bad. Nothing more than usual. You need not worry, husband.â She says to him.
Vader doesn't answer, merely standing up to grab his helmet and putting it on. He walks over to her and grabs the glass to put it aside.
He picks her up and carries her all the way back to her little ship in the landing bay. Ignoring the eyes of the Imperial officers and stormtroopers, she lays her head on him despite his hard armor poking her head.
By the time they reach her ship, she's fast asleep. Only waking when he straps her into one of the seats. He starts the ship and flies it out the Executor's landing bay down to Coruscant.
Once home, Vader helps her pump her milk since she missed a feeding to go fetch him on his ship. Then,he helps his very sleepy wife freshen up for the night and change into something comfortable for the night. He made sure to rub some ointments on her to soothe her aches and help her sleep.
After he tucks her into bed, he unlatches his helmet and looks out into the nighttime skyline of Coruscant. Bustling with lights and music, filled with party-goers and dwellers from all parts of the galaxy. He turns to look at his wife, sound asleep in his bed looking like an angel. A kriffing angel.
Shedding his armor, Vader heads into the shower. Relieved to wash the day away and calm down, he stands under the warm water for a while. All was well for now. His wife was sound asleep in their bed, his kids were too probably.
Finishing his shower, he gets dressed and heads to his sonsâ rooms. Their rooms weren't far, just across from his and his wife's. Close enough for him to get to them if anything were to happen. Nothing would, not under his watch.
He quietly slips into his eldest's room first. The five-year old boy lays sprawling on his bed, blonde curls poking about wildly. His blanket was at the edge of the bed, almost kicked off by the aggressive sleeper that was his son. His son was the most deep sleeper he's seen. An earthquake could happen and the boy would still sleep.
Vader readjusts the boy so he lays properly on his pillow and he slides the blanket back on. He checks the monitor and gives his son a kiss on the forehead before leaving to check on his youngest.
His youngest is now 14 months old. A joyful thing, really. He's always smiling and laughing, following his older brother around.
Vader peers into the boyâs crib to see him clutching his toy purrgil tightly. Vader gives him a kiss and checks the monitor as well before heading to his home office.
Sitting in his chair, he stares at the holo screens in front of him. Now or never, he thinks. He has to put his plans into place if wants to beat Palpatine soon.
He can't hesitate. He has to be sure. Hesitation will get him and his family killed.
His gaze moves to the little clay sculpture of him he has on his desk. It was one his five year old son made for him at school.
He won't hesitate.
Darth Vader does not hesitate.
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being study buddies with anakin, normal au.
he spends at least half of every session, admiring you and staring at you and your perky tits
everytime, fifteen minutes before you're supposed to leave, he stops acting like he cares about homework and starts asking personal questions
he always thanks you for taking the time to study with him, as if it's not an excuse to hang out with you
he's acting stupid to spend more time with you, he's quite smart and already knows everything; he just likes you.
doesn't know the meaning of personal space, his chair is basically touching yours
very rarely looks you in the eye, usually is staring at your mouth. especially when you're explaining things.
the boy lives off coffee when there's a big test coming up, he likes to act like he doesn't care but lowkey his grades are quite important to him but not as much as you
sometimes he ends up teaching you something which he always backs up with, âor at least, I'm pretty sure.â
has definitely fallen asleep during a study sess just because he finds your voice so soothing
eventually he'd give up the fake stupid mask and just admit he wanted to study with you cause he's had a crush on you forever
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Pencil You In
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky thinks you've been working too hard and need a break.
Word Count: Over 1.3k
Warnings: Fluff, crying, reader is tired, slight insecurities, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Partially inspired by an image the beautiful @bucksangel sent me and life stretching me a bit thin, here's a little ficlet. Lovelies, take breaks. You deserve them and you are more than enough! â¤ď¸ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You slumped in your chair of your home office as you reread the sentence on the screen for what felt like the hundredth time. Weariness had already settled deep in your bones long before you looked over the document, the words blurring together the longer you stared. Blinking a few times didnât help as you reached for your mug, only to remember that you had finished your extra helping of caffeine an hour ago. Begrudgingly, you set it down and huffed as if it was somehow the fault of the cup that it didnât automatically fill itself.
âAlmost done,â you whispered to yourself, straightening up so you could do one last readthrough.
It was a long week in what felt like a series of long weeks. Almost every minute of your schedule was accounted for lately and all you wanted to do was relax. People were depending on you though and you could relax over the weekend.
Hopefully.
âYou should take a break.â
You didnât turn around immediately at the sound of Buckyâs gentle voice, but you did manage a smile when you glanced over your shoulder a moment later. He didnât return the smile, concern swirling in his blue irises. You were afraid to stare into the pool of his eyes for too long out of fear of drowning.
And, god, you were drowning. It would be so easy to reach out and take the lifeline that was his hand. To just admit that you need some time to rest because you were tired. Hadnât you earned it? Didnât you deserve a break after the hard work you put in?
But maybe you didnât deserve it. What you did wasnât as important as someone like Bucky. You firmly shut the door on that thought before the words could make their way out of your mouth. If he couldâve read your mind and known you thought that, it wouldâve disappointed him. Not in you, but whoever made you decide that what you did wasnât enough.
Because you were always expected to do and be more.
âI will in a few minutes,â you said.
He let out a heavy sigh as he crossed his arms, making you tear your gaze away. You didnât comment on his disheveled hair, like he kept running a hand through it. Likely because he worried about you stretching yourself too thin. âThat was what you said a few minutes ago,â he reminded you, his voice light instead of accusatory.
You shut your eyes in the hopes that the tears wouldnât come and took a breath. âI really will this time,â you promised, giving the document one last readthrough once you got your emotions under control.
âIâll hold you to that,â he said.
If you wouldnât take a break for your own sake, you had to do it for Bucky.
âOkay. I think thatâs at a good stopping point,â you said, making you saved it before you closed it out. If you lost all of that after everything you put into it so far, you wouldâve lost it. Before you could move to the next task on your list though, an alert popped up on your screen. Your heart dropped to your stomach because you didnât remember scheduling anything else today. You didnât have the mental or emotional capacity for more. âWhat is this?â You mumbled before you opened it.
Reading the subject line, you did a double take.
CUDDLE WITH BUCKY
You covered your mouth to smother your giggles. âI donât remember scheduling this meeting.â
âItâs a good thing I remembered, baby,â he said as you spun around in your chair, sauntering over to you with a smirk as you tried not to laugh again. âItâs a mandatory meeting in our bed. No rescheduling. And I expect it to go the full hour. Maybe longer.â
âHow did you manage to set up an alert on my computer?â You asked as he grasped your hands and helped you to your feet, having to steady yourself a bit when your head spun.
At least you remembered to eat. Well, that wasnât technically true. Bucky brought you your meal earlier because he was the best boyfriend you could ask for.
âA magician never reveals his secrets,â he winked before he brought a palm to your cheek, his gaze shifting to something more serious. âBut it seemed to get your attention.â
Your cheeks burned as you averted your gaze. âI wasnâtâŚâ you trailed off, an apology on the tip of your tongue. Had you neglected him this past week? Or the ones before that?
Did he think you were a bad girlfriend?
Bucky slid his hand to your chin so youâd look at him again. âHey,â he whispered when your lower lip trembled. âI didnât mean anything by that and Iâm not upset with you. I donât think I could ever be upset with you. But, baby, youâve been working your ass off even more than usual. Iâm so fucking proud of you, but you need to take a real break.â
Your eyes burned, but no tears surfaced as he searched your gaze. âBut-â
âWhat is it you always tell me about work?â
âThat itâll be there tomorrow, but we may not beâ you answered, sighing. He was right. You couldnât let work and expectations others set for you take control of your life. âI told you that the last time you ran yourself ragged with missions.â
He brought his mouth to your forehead to kiss it, his scruff tickling your skin. âAnd now Iâm returning the favor,â he said against your skin. âSo, come to bed. Lay with me. JustâŚâ
âBe present,â you finished.
No phones. No work. No outside forces interfering. Just the pleasure of being with each other.
âExactly,â he said, tugging you by the hand. âCâmon. Weâre both late for our meeting.â
âYes, Sir,â you teased, smiling when he groaned.
âThis is a cuddle meeting, but itâll turn into gently fucking you to sleep if you keep talking like that,â he warned you, pulling you to bed a bit faster.
âYou say that like thatâs a bad thing,â you smiled, gasping as he gently pushed you onto the mattress.
He braced a hand on each side of your head as he leaned down, his breath fanning your face when you whimpered. âSex after we cuddle,â he breathed, sending a shiver down your spine. âThen we can cuddle again.â
You leaned up to brush your lips against his. âDeal,â you agreed.
Once he maneuvered you to the middle of the bed, his large body spooning yours, you couldnât stop the tears that came. You bit your lip so he wouldnât hear your soft sobs, but he mustâve sensed them as he grazed his nose along your neck affectionately and pulled you closer in his arms. You didnât realize just how much you needed to be held until then.
It was as if all the stress faded away.
âI really am proud of you. Hardest working woman I know and always taking care of me,â he whispered, pressing a kiss to your pulse as more tears hit the pillow.
âBecause I love you, Bucky,â you whispered. Who wouldnât want to take care of someone as amazing as James Buchanan Barnes?
âAnd I love you, too. So much,â he swore to you, turning you in his arms so he could kiss the tears away. The first kiss lingered on your cheek as he let out a shuddering breath. The sight of you crying likely broke his heart, but he didnât say anything about it for your sake. âSo let me be your personal hero today, okay? Let me take care of you and show that youâre more than enough.â
The words were so heartfelt and touching that you were surprised you didnât melt on the spot. âYou already are,â you promised before his lips met yours.
And he could pencil himself in for cuddles and more whenever he wanted.
I'll say it again, lovelies, you deserve breaks and you are more than enough. Love and thanks for reading! â¤ď¸
Masterlist â Bucky Barnes Masterlist â Ko-Fi
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This is exactly right, and it is awful.
Why is there so much everday cruelty against children and why is it never treated like a political issue?
Because children don't have a vote, I guess.
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