#Alpine rocking chair

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Alpine Meeting Yours and Bucky’s Newborn Baby

Pairings: Husband/Dad!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Mom!Reader with daughter Sierra and Alpine

Summary: Alpine meets yours and Bucky’s newborn daughter.

Warnings: nothing but Fluff and cuteness

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

“There’s mommy’s and daddy’s favorite fluffy princess.” Bucky coos at Alpine as she rubbed against Bucky’s legs. “Did you miss us?” He asks.

Alpine looks up at the two of you and meowed. She followed close behind you guys as you two went to the living room. You carefully sat down on the couch with yours and Bucky’s newborn baby girl Sierra in your arms. Bucky sat down next to you and Alpine jumped up on the arm of the couch, curious looking at Sierra.

“This is Sierra, Alpine. She’s going to be your new best friend.” You say softly.

You and Bucky watched closely as Alpine got on your lap to get a closer look at Sierra. Sierra made a cooing noise when Alpine’s whiskers tickled her tiny hand. Alpine softly nudged her head against Sierra’s hand before giving her little kisses on her little hand. Yours and Bucky’s hearts melted with cuteness as you two watched Alpine giving Sierra kisses. Alpine then moved herself to Bucky’s lap and made herself comfortable.

“It’s safe to say that Alpine is in love with Sierra.” Bucky says, gently petting Alpine.

Alpine jumped when Sierra started crying. She approached her to see what was wrong.

“I’ll make her a bottle.” Bucky says.

Bucky got up and went to the kitchen to make a bottle for Sierra while Alpine stayed in the living room, watching as you tried to get Sierra to stop crying.

“I’ll feed her.” He says, sitting down next to you.

You carefully placed Sierra in Bucky’s arms and watched as he fed her. Alpine curious tapped the bottle with her paw, wanting the milk that’s inside of it.

“No, no, Alpine.” Bucky coos at her. “This isn’t milk for kitties.” He tells her.

“I’ll get you some milk that you can drink.” You say, petting her.

You got up and went to the kitchen. You grabbed a small bowl from the cabinet and poured a decent amount in it. You went back to the living room and placed the small bowl on the floor next to the coffee table. Alpine jumped off the couch and went to the bowl of milk. You couldn’t help but giggle as you watched Alpine’s little tongue dip into the milk as she drank it. The next morning, Sierra woke up crying, wanting something to eat. You went to get up to feed her, but Bucky grabbed your arm and pulled you back in bed.

“I’ll feed her, doll.” Bucky says, his voice raspy from waking up.

“I can feed my baby, Bucky.” You say.

“I know you can, but you, my sweet doll, had a C-Section a few days ago and I can tell you’re still in pain. Besides you need your beauty sleep.” He says.

You looked at your husband and pouted, not wanting to argue with him. Bucky kissed your lips before getting up to check on Sierra. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion when her cries slowly came to a stop. Bucky walked in the nursery to see Alpine in the crib with Sierra. He smiled widely.

“I see you’re doing your part, princess.” Bucky says, giving Alpine scratches behind her ears.

Alpine purred in response.

“You keep Sierra company while I make her a bottle, ok?” He says to Alpine.

Alpine looked at Bucky as if she understood what he was saying. Bucky went downstairs to the kitchen and made a bottle and went back to the nursery. He picked up Sierra and sat down in the rocking chair in her nursery to feed her. Alpine jumped out of the crib and jumped up onto the changing table to watch Bucky feed Sierra. A moment later, you walked in the nursery, smiling at the cuteness in front of you. Alpine meowed and jumped down from the changing table to greet you.

“Good morning, princess.” You smiled, reaching down to pet her. “Are you helping daddy with Sierra?” You asked her.

Alpine head butted your hand in response. You walked over to your husband and daughter, giving them a kiss on their foreheads. Alpine jumped back to her spot on the changing table.

“Our little family.” You say with a smile.

“Hmm.” Bucky hums, smiling.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[thatsdemko]

brothers best friend - c.leclerc

masterlist

requested: n

pairings: charles leclerc x gasly!fem!reader

warnings: reader & Charles are oblivious + mentions of alcohol + flirting(if you squint) + drivers & wags being wingmen/women

a/n: can you tell i love a gasly x Charles moment?? gonna plan to do a leclerc x Pierre soon! feedback is always appreciated xx.

it’s a tail as old as time. one everyone sees coming besides the two of you. you’ve liked him ever since you were kids, and he’s liked you ever since high school. you’ve slipped from each others reaches many times up until now. both single and highly unaware of each others feelings.

he’s got his arm draped around the back of your chair. he’s watching you laugh at a joke your brother, Pierre, made. he loves the crinkle lines that form around your eyes, the dimples in your cheeks that you try to cover up with your hands, and the way your head falls back into a laughing fit. god, he’s so obsessed with you.

“what do you say? we call it a night?” Pierre turns to kika, the younger girl shakes her head under your brothers loving gaze.

“no y/n hasn’t finished her wine. it would be rude to leave a glass half empty.” in a way, kika is trying to help you out. she sees the way the both of you look at each other. she’s rooting for tonight to be the night you confess your feelings. it’s why she’s so adamant you finish the glass of wine Charles insisted to pay for.

that’s right, Charles paid for your meal. he refused to let your brother pick up the tab, in fact the two men played rounds of rock, paper, scissors, shoot to declare a clear winner.

“I don’t mind waiting with y/n, if you guys want to leave?” charles suggests. just as Pierre begins to thank him, kika is cutting him off beginning to chat you up. you know what the girl is doing, she’s smart, but you’re a little too tipsy to put up a fight.

“come on, amour. I’m tired.” your brothers whine falls unnoticed to her, but you pick it up sticking your tongue out at him that his own girlfriend was more interested in you than him.

“tell me, y/n, can I count on you to be with me in the alpine garage? or is there someone else?” kika leans in, chin resting in her palm eyeing Charles uneasy shift in his seat. his arm is still draped around the back of your chair, every so often you catch his finger tips grazing the skin on your back.

“someone else? no, I’ll support my brother.” you laugh taking a swig of the contents, eyes finding your brother who’s gesturing to his watch like he has places to be other than the comfort of his bed.

she flashes you a wink beginning to grab her things feeling Pierre pull her arm whispering things that none of you could make out. you’re sure it has to do with him wanting to fall asleep and go home, “have fun with him.” you chuckle, both of you waving your goodbyes to the couple, leaving you both alone now.

“you know you can always visit me.” Charles voice is quiet, he feels so small around you. you hold that gasly elegance that lights up any room and demands attention. he loves it, but he gets intimidated more by you and the power in your hands as if he’s not used to it. as if he hasn’t been around it since you were kids.

“oh Charles, she’s just fooling around.” you sip the last of your wine, feeling the palm of his hand rub against your back almost sure the wine in your mouth was about to come back up.

“if you say so, come on.” he gets up from his seat pulling his jacket off to drape around your shoulders. you thank him with a quick peck on the cheek before following him out of the restaurant to his custom Ferrari.

of all the times you’ve been in Pierre’s fancy cars, nothing compared to the thrill of the Ferrari. especially when Charles drove. his hand always dangerously moved across the center console towards your thigh. your hand usually presses on top of his indicating you don’t want him to move.

he allows you to roll the window down, hair whipping in the wind that the speed of the car has created. if he wasn’t driving, he totally would take the opportunity to watch you. he can see out the corner of his eyes, the smile on your lips as you reach to turn up the radio. favorite song blasting through his speakers, you didn’t care what fans took videos and who saw, you both are in your own world.

he pull into his driveway, reaching to turn the music down now that the joy ride was over, “do you mind if I crash? I can’t drive.” you nervously turn to him knowing the answer was yes, but you still felt it was polite to ask. he secretly wanted you to spend the night, he wants to have more time with you so of course he’s happily agreeing.

“cherie, you can spend as many nights as you want.” he sheepishly smiles watching you climb out of his car, heels crashing against the pavement following him inside.

“you know where the guest room is, I’ll find some clothes you can sleep in. maybe something Ferrari?” he jokes following you up the stairs, both splitting ways. as much as you know he’s joking, he’s also serious. he gives you a Ferrari shirt with the number 16 on it telling you to keep it for the next race.

“Charles, I can’t show up to the alpine garage in red.” you sigh pulling the shirt into your lap, nails tracing the numbers.

“that’s for when you join me, cherie. kika can cheer for Pierre while you cheer for me.”

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the bright red reflects into your sunglasses as you walk the paddock arm in arm with kika. two of you happy to be back at the paddock to support Pierre, but also Charles. he had paddock Ferrari passes arrive at your hotel room before you even entered the space, he so badly wanted you there for him.

“I can’t believe you actually do have someone else to root for.” kika stops in front of the alpine hospitality, for the first time this season you won’t be joining her and your brother. even though you had the alpine pass in your back pocket, Charles was adamant he shows you around a winning garage.

you practically laugh at her words, “please Charles is just a friend.” your words feel weird coming off your tongue. she remembers the many drunk nights you confessed feelings for Charles. she knows you’re lying trying to save face, and in a way your heart reminds you too. because there comes the Ferrari driver in his red pants and red polo with a team member. god, he looked so good in those pants.

“okay if you say so,” she moves up the stairs to the alpine hospitality, you catch your brother in the window and he just waves at you. as much as he wants to be protective of you and tell you not to date Charles, he’s rooting for you both. he knows his friend is trying to hide his feelings for you, but he has the worlds worst poker face.

“cherie, red is your color.” Charles places a friendly kiss to your cheek, both of you turning to walk in the direction of the Ferrari garage. his hand placement is dangerously low on your back as he steers you away from media and fans attempting to walk up to him. he politely declines answering questions, but happily takes pictures with his fans.

you love watching the little smile form on his face hearing words of encouragement for the Ferraris and to him. in a way, he’s hoping you pick up on how much people adore him, he thinks maybe it’ll help you fall in love with him. of course, he’s oblivious and doesn’t know you already are in love with him.

“people really do love you.” you turn once more, heading in an area that was only for drivers and the people who had exclusive access— the garages. he stops and wishes a few drivers well on free practice, they do the same, and even a few give you some confused looks as to why you’re in a Ferrari shirt and not wearing something pink for alpine.

“I hardly notice.” he shrugs trying to play cool, but you read right through it and just laugh pushing your body against his side. he gladly wraps his arm around your waist arriving to the garage where Carlos and isa are chatting with some engineers.

“oh finally someone to talk with!” isa grabs your hands, completely ignoring whatever her boyfriend was now talking about, “thank you, Charles for finally getting another girl in here.” she flashes a smirk to him and he’s sputtering trying to find words. Carlos just laughs having never seen him so lost before.

“don’t get too excited y/n is just Charles friend.” Carlos pats the younger man on the shoulder, “right?” he asks, and it’s like everyone around here knows something you don’t. the words Carlos used hurt a little, but what did you expect? Charles is not smitten for you, it’s the other way around.

“I mean she is my friend but she’s not like just a friend you know?” Charles tries to explain himself but he fails to find the right words. you all watch his face turn the color of his outfit and it’s quite funny. it’s the first time you actually notice he thinks of you as more than what you thought.

“come on isa, let’s leave Charles to finally ask y/n out.” Carlos takes his girlfriend, and the two disappear in the garage leaving you two alone.

you wait, arms crossing over your chest you move closer to him, “don’t be shy, you should know my answer.” you look up at him, eyes glimmering in the light it’s the first time he notices the dilation in your pupils for him.

“you actually want to go out with me?” he’s shocked, all this time he thinks his gestures have gone unnoticed or fallen on deaf ears, but in reality you were right there picking them up.

“if you don’t ask you’ll never know.” you say in a sing song tone, he takes a step closer now, there’s barely any space between the two of you. you can practically hear his breathing pattern under all the noise.

“y/n, will you go on a date with me?”

“was getting worried you’d never ask me, but yes I will.”

[mishkatelwarriorgoddess]

Quiet

AN: I just go the notification that another aunt passed 3 weeks after her older sister. 😭 Using this to process some of my emotions right now.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X F!Reader

W.C. - not sure

It was late on a gloomy Sunday evening. The sun was starting to set, and the weather couldn't make up its mind of what season it was. All you knew is that the gloom outside matched your heart right now.

You were sitting in your window in the common room, only the tree lights were on. You were wrapped up in a blanket and leaning against the window. Silent tears were streaming down your face, but you made no sound. As the wind blew outside the window, you gathered the blanket closer around you.

You could tell someone else was in the room, but you didn't have the energy to look and see who it was. A little white face came into your view, and you didn't even move or say anything to her. She meowed quietly and nuzzled your nose, then she laid down on your feet and just meowed again.

You never heard the other person coming up behind you, but to his credit you never really heard him unless he wanted you to. He put a finger under your chin to tilt your head up to look at him, but you didn't open your eyes.

"Oh Doll, what's wrong? Who hurt you to make you cry? Tell me who I need to hurt for this." He quietly asked as he kissed your tear-stained cheek.

You chuckled dryly and looked up at him. "I don't think you can get to heaven to try to beat up God Buck."

He just looked at you confused, so you handed him your phone to show him the post from your family members.

"I'm so sorry Doll. Do you want me to stay, or go?"

Your only response was a shrug. "I don't know what I want. But I do want God to quit taking people around the holidays. It's only been 3 weeks since my other aunt died and we had the funeral. I can't do this."

Bucky noticed that your breathing was starting to pick up and become more shallow. He took your hands in his and squeezed them and Alpine took that chance to come up and give you a nose kiss and snuggle up your neck.

"See, she even wants to make you feel better. But I need you to look at me and breathe with me Doll. In and out with me, no panic attacks now. Aunt Em wouldn't have wanted that."

"I. Know. I. Just. Miss. Her." you said as you were trying to breathe with him.

He just took you in his arms and carried you over to the swivel chair so he could hold you and rock you to help you try to calm down.

You don't know how long the two of you were there like that, but it was long enough that your stomach grumbled.

"You hungry?"

"Not really. But I saw some cookies in the kitchen, maybe one of those and some warm milk would help. At least I might sleep some."

He just chuckled as he stood up with you in his arms and walked into the kitchen. Someone had baked large chocolate chip cookies. He put one on a small plate and poured a glass of milk and then placed them in the microwave for a quick warm up. He knew it wasn't the best, but he didn't want to leave you alone too long.

When the timer went off, he brought the treat to the island where you were seated. You picked at the cookie and drank some of the milk. Alpine had followed the two of you to the kitchen, and was glad to finish the milk for you. You pushed away what was left of the cookie and just laid your head on your forearms.

Bucky cleaned up after Alpine was done, wrapping up the cookie for later, and gathered you up and carried you back to your rooms. You just curled up on the bed, and Bucky curled up against your back and rubbed circles on you back. You just sighed and leaned back into him and the warmth he radiated.

"Thank you." you whispered.

"You don't need to thank me Doll. I love you, so I'll do anything to help out whenever and however I can." He kissed your forehead and tucked you in. "Get some sleep, and we'll figure it out tomorrow. Okay?"

"Okay. Love you Buck."

"Love you too."

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[real-jane]

home fires

[bucky barnes x reader]

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summary: two people starved for touch from the one person they’re allowed to have. she’s home now—what's next?

words: 4k+

a/n: I did NOT set out to make the follow up to your own spicy but HERE WE ARE. enjoy!! took inspiration from 'house shaped heart' by nikita gill (at the end).

poems and promises masterlist

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It's when you're snoring on his shoulder that Bucky realizes his worst fear has not come true:

Yes, he has something to lose, but you're no longer the thing he longs for, out of reach. You are here.

If you were conscious, you'd see how he flinches at the thought, squeezing you tight enough to make you wheeze. But then--you'd spring from your comfortable posture and kiss him again, and he'd remember why he drove three hours one way to retrieve you. Not like he regrets it. He can't even bring himself to rouse you after pulling up in front of the house and turning off the engine. He might sleep in the truck, sitting up all night to make sure you're comfortable.

When you do finally stir, and stare blearily up at him in confusion for a second before smiling lovingly, he is reminded that you want him. Bringing you home was the better part of getting you back. There's no way he'll lose you again.

"Hi."

"We're here," he says.

You stretch your arms over your head, and cringe when the chilly air touches your belly. "Mm. That was fast."

"Time flies when you sleep through the whole drive," he chuckles.

He slides out of the truck, tugging you with him. He's tempted not to let you walk, but you shiver in his arms. Bucky presses you against the door the moment it's shut, in case you've gotten wise to his desperation to have you back again, and your feet remember how to walk away. You tuck yourself between the placate of his coat, the one which has never seen a dewy morning, and peer up at him all sleepy and gorgeous... he shakes his head.

"Let's get you out to the barn to make your apologies to Alpine," Bucky murmurs. And to meet her. The horse he bought with you in mind. You'll be so mad, but he found her 'special, straight off the community board in the Sinclair gas station, hanging right over the motor oil, and Alpine likes her, and-

You cup his cheek. "Not tonight, Buck."

"Name a better time."

"Tomorrow."

Bucky scoffs. "Wha-you're kidding me? That horse won't eat a single carrot outta my hand, and you wanna deprive him until tomorrow?"

You giggle. "Tonight... it's half over, baby. You tellin' me you want only three measly hours to show me what I've been missing for two weeks?" You smile bigger as his scowl deepens. Bucky feels his cheeks flush. "I think the big galoot will forgive me. Not so sure about you."

He narrows his eyes. "Fine. Don't blame me when he won't even greet ya tomorrow."

"You missed me.”

The accusation lands like the gentle tease it's meant as, but his chest aches. He nods once. "Feels right, you bein' here. You fit."

"Is that so?"

"Since that first night, I think," he says, allowing his mouth to turn up at one corner in fond remembrance of how well you adapted, even though you weren't in the best mood on the night you arrived all those weeks ago. "All pissy with Steve for not letting you pack anything yourself, grumbling about how cold it was, and still-you plonked right down on the porch in my granny's rocking chair like it was yours."

Your face lights up. You duck under his arm (as he raised his hand to rake his hair back in mock frustration), and yank him towards the porch. "Your bag, doll?"

"Forget it." You bypass the pair of rocking chairs in which you had sat next to Bucky with a glass of bourbon enough times to call it ritual, and pull him to the swing. He sits at your insistence, and holds fast to your hand when you try to dart away again. You clock his frown and brush his chin. "Still got a bottle behind the desk?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Yeah."

"This a special enough occasion to break it open?"

"Yes, but uh..." he scratches his chin. "Been drinkin' too much since you left. Rather not, tonight." Bucky tugs you to stand between his knees. "I wanna feel everything."

Your eyes crinkle at the corners. "That first night. I didn't want to come," you admit softly. "But one glass of your bourbon, sitting in that rocking chair, and I thought... 'maybe it won't be so bad, if he's offering me the good stuff.'"

He swallows hard, nodding. "I was scared shitless, darlin'."

"Of what?"

"You. You shook my hand like you didn't know who I was."

"Buck--compared to who was after me, you were a godsend. And I was too fucking cold to think, anyway."

"I know. Drove me bananas, seein' you shivering, and you had the gall to ask me for a blanket so you could 'conk out on the couch,' as if I'm some caveman who would'a let ya!"

"Caveman, no. Cowboy?" You snicker. "Definitely. I don't care how much city there is in you, baby, you're all cowboy now."

"Is that supposed to be some sorta euphemism for 'gentleman?'"

"I guess. Cavemen don't have custom Stetsons, and you haven't yet worn the Olathe brand off the soles of your shit-kickers, cowpoke... except, what are those, James?" You point at his shearling-lined loafers.

Bucky shrugs. "Slippers."

"You drove six hours in fuzzy slides to rescue me?"

"I wasn't considering my footwear, doll! I had a harebrained idea, I ran out the door."

"Mm. You like me."

He chuckles against his will. "Believe I said no such thing."

"Well, I think you're okay." You curl your fingers over the collar of his shirt. It's the one you most often stole on chilly mornings... the one which still smelled like you after you left. Bucky gestures for you to lean down. When you don't lean far enough, he cups your nape and stands over you. "Bucky... I–you know our time together meant so much to me," you whisper. The teasing tone has fled from your voice, now that you're close enough to study his irises. "I wanna make sure you... want this. Me. I got on your nerves a lot–"

"Every second, honey." Bucky cradles your cheeks in his palms. "Nobody else I'd rather be annoyed by. Christ, I can't look Alpine in the eye after how I acted the night before you left."

"You cooked for me."

Bucky nods. "I hoped it would make you stay."

"I wanted you to ask."

"Didn't have the words. I thought linguine with shrimp would say it all, this far from the ocean."

"God. Do you know how much I cried that night? Mmph. Turned my face into the pillow so you wouldn't hear me." You press your forehead into his shoulder in imitation of what you're describing. Bucky rubs your back.

"...I heard you, doll."

"Why didn't you come up?"

"Why–well. Imagine for a minute, you're me: run-of-the-mill cowpoke who looks an awful lot like a guy who used to terrorize Captain America," he starts. You sigh, but nod for him to go on. "I can't show my face in polite society. This is my granddad's farm, honey. If I didn't have a blood claim to it, not one soul on this earth would've sold me a slice of land. It sucks having to drive an hour into civilization for coffee which doesn't come outta a red can. The water is cloudy, and it only gets hot on its own terms. Half the time, the acre immediately surrounding the house is just mud from all the rain, at least in the spring. Why would I have ever expected that the woman of my dreams was crying about leaving this piece of just-my-luck? This ain't heaven, baby. It ain't even next door. I thought you were desperate to leave me, and your tears were ones of relief."

You kiss him.

Clear as Bucky can figure, you're trying to drive the point home that this is what you want, but it's so desperate the way you worry his top lip, he can't help but groan. All he ever wanted was to be wanted. Here you are, making sweet little noises of protest when his lips take a languid drag, threatening like he might stop-asking for the air to vanish between you so you can get closer. You are sweet like your favorite tea. Bucky never would've thought kisses should taste like chamomile, but now he's kissing the only woman he's ever made a cup of tea for, and it feels right. Your movements slow as you melt into his chest, but your lips part to allow his tongue egress and his cock strains behind his zipper. You shiver-from excitement or from the chill, he can't tell-and Bucky pulls back enough to observe your face. Blissed out, sleepy, and cold. He huffs a laugh and gives you a peck.

Bucky ushers you into the warm house. The door clatters behind you, and you gasp. Bucky turns as tears spring up in your eyes.

"Hmm?"

"No. I'm just. I'm here." The last part comes out like a whisper.

Bucky folds as soon as you raise your arms, clasping both of his around your waist and lifting you off the ground. You bury your face in his neck and sniffle.

"Happy tears?" he murmurs into your hair.

"Mmhm." Your throat catches around the tears which no longer restrain themselves. "Remember when you shoved me into a cold shower the night I couldn't wake up from the terrors?"

"I got just as wet," he teases, feeling his collar dampening. "What made you think of that?"

"You held me, shrieking like a wet cat to high heaven, and the next morning, all I could remember was you holding me."

"All I ever wanted to do."

You tap his shoulder so he'll set you on your feet, but you lock your hands behind his head to prevent him from going far. Your eyes shine from tears, and the wrinkle between your eyebrows deepens.

"What?"

"You don't really know me-"

"What I don't know will come with time." Bucky kisses your forehead.

"I'm a mess."

"You're perfect."

You swipe tears from your face and glare, which only makes him smile more. "You don't have your head on straight."

"At least you see me for what I am," he laughs.

"Bucky-"

He dislodges your hands from their iron grip and holds them in his own. "Listen. You're tired, I'm delirious... I have a bed with your name on it, and all I've been dreaming about is waking up with you still there. Let me tuck you in? In the morning, after you've thoroughly apologized to Alpine for abandoning him, I'll make you waffles, and you can question all my motives while I try to kiss all the maple syrup off your lips. Do we have a deal?"

"Okay. Wait-Jesus, what am I gonna do all the way out here, for a job?"

He blinks. "...You're serious?"

"Not gonna freeload off you, Barnes."

"I'd love your help around the farm obviously, and showing the horses, but I have money which has been accruing interest in the bank for eighty years, so. Keep kissin' me, and you'll be a kept woman."

Your expression softens from panic to sweetness again, and you give him a gentle kiss. "I'm gonna earn my place," you say against his mouth.

"'M sure you will. Get your butt upstairs to my bed, please."

You pull back and gape at him. "Hang on-you have one horse fit to show, and the rest are retired!"

"Two, actually, but someone didn't wanna go out to the barn tonight, so-"

"Oh my god! Is it new? What breed is it? Let's go-"

Bucky grasps your shoulder. "She is a dapple gray."

"She?" The hearts in your eyes are almost enough to make him give in.

"That's all you get, ma'am! Don't make me carry you up those stairs like a sack of potatoes."

Your gaze darkens. "Are you coming with me?"

Bucky smirks. "If that's alright."

You gulp, and then bolt.

You take the stairs in pairs, and Bucky's hot on your heels. He steps up behind you when you pause in the threshold of his bedroom; you're waiting. For permission, or some such thing, so he kisses the skin below your ear. Like he's found some kind of release button, you sag against him. One glance up at him under heavy eyelids, and Bucky's making silent vows to you he hopes you'll understand... because he's lost all power of speech, from the intensity of wanting you.

I'll stay up all night, if you want me too.

If you say no, that'll be okay.

Please don't say no.

You pull him by the front of his shirt; you don’t have to glance behind you to know how many steps it takes to get to the bed, or where to reach to pull down the quilt. You do so quickly, and then you make haste for his buttons. His hands raise to help with yours, but you bat his hand away. “I gotta do this right,” you whisper. When the buttons are fully released, you take a moment just to let your fingers trail over the skin you’ve exposed; he knows you don’t mind scars with the way your lips follow behind them, but he doesn’t expect you to revel in the soft thatch of hair over his sternum with equal reverence. 

“You’ve seen my chest before,” he chuckles when you bite your lip, but you graze a nail over his nipple to test if he’s sensitive and he sucks air sharply between his teeth.

“Couldn’t touch, before. Especially not when you’re hauling hay, I’d get in the way.”

“Beg to differ, darlin’. You coulda walked right up to me and grabbed my cock. Had me weepin’ in the palm of your hand.” The way your eyes dilate makes Bucky growl. He pushes your hand southward, to prove how reactive he is to you. The pressure and warmth from your touch through the denim is torture. Your mouth drops open. “Did you want me, then? Would you have let me touch you?”

It takes a second for the question to register in the fog, but you nod. “Where, baby?”

“Shh–I’m in charge, here,” you breathe, not believing a word you’re saying. He smirks. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. You tell me what you want, then.”

“To apologize for leaving you. Properly. Make you feel good.” You depress the zipper on his jeans, and Bucky makes quick work of the heavy belt buckle to make it easier. You take it out of his hand, but you’re almost bashful–torn between doing whatever you’ve been dreaming of doing to him, and navigating this very new dynamic with the real thing. He closes his fist around your wrist and pulls it away from his body until you take over, yanking the belt free of the final few loops. 

“Hey–why are you so nervous?” He asks when he realizes you’re shaking.

“I’m okay,” you peep, reaching for him again, but Bucky stays your hands. He kisses your temple. 

“You don’t have to do a thing. I won’t be disappointed.”

“I want to. Just can’t believe I get to. I–I used to lay right there–” you point at the bed behind you– “thinking about your hands.”

Bucky closes his eyes as a rush passes over every nerve in his body. “I’ve been sleeping in the same place you touched yourself. Fuck. How about you let me touch you, huh? I’ll forgive you for leaving. You don’t have to do a thing.”

You release your lip from between your teeth, wet and plump, and smile in amazement, and Bucky is done for. He rests his forehead against yours. “What did you think about?”

“Mm. Standing at the sink, looking out the window when you’re coming in from tying bales, and um…”

“Say it.”

“You’d come up behind me,” you admit quietly. “Slip your hand into my jeans–”

“My jeans, you little thief,” he grins, nipping your earlobe. You moan. Bucky turns you in his grip, so your ass is pressed against his dick. He slips his hand under your stolen flannel, dipping his fingertips between your skin and the waistband of the jeans in question. “Like this?” he asks.

“Lower.”

“Mmm be specific?” Your annoyed whine eggs him on. “Come on. So bossy all the time and you can’t tell me about one little fantasy?”

“You like it,” you breathe, canting your hips to grind back against him. “You’d touch me. Over my panties, because you’re a cowboy, not a caveman.” The last addition has him shaking with laughter, even as he does what you say, slipping his hands over the silk of your soft stomach to the transition between silk and lace. You’re so warm, and the gusset covering the place his fingers want to be is soaked through. “But–then… uh, shit.” He finds your clit and your knees shake. “You ask me what I’ve been doing all day–”

“Whatcha been doin’ all day, sweetheart?” Bucky murmurs in your ear. “Waiting here all wet for me?”

“Ruined a lot of panties over you,” you gasp as his fingers tug the lace barrier to the side. “Definitely would’ve fucked you sooner.”

Bucky would’ve fucked you day one, but he’d never take advantage of a woman in duress. This is something he heretofore thought as good as a dream, not something he could actually have for his very own. He teases a finger between your folds. The fact that you seem to have a kink about this cowboy thing is as adorable as it is fucking hot.

“That what you want? Me to get all worked up hucking hay, and get out all that energy with my fingers in your pussy? Don’t think I could use you like that, doll.” Even still, he works a thick finger inside your heat and he can’t help but buck against you at the feeling of your inner muscles adjusting to him. 

“No, I want you to spend all that time you’re doing chores thinking about me, missing me, that you can’t take it anymore.” Your head falls back against his shoulder, forcing your chest to jut out and tempt his other hand to release your buttons. “You just want me so bad, you gotta have me. Even if all you can do is finger me when I’m up to my elbows in soap bubbles.”

Bucky turns his teeth into the curve of your neck. “God, babydoll. You want to be needed so badly I can’t do my work, as if I didn’t stalk around this farm with my dick so heavy I was hurting with wanting you. You got your wish. I have to touch you. All I think about is makin’ you feel good–and you tellin’ me about it makes it worse, I’m gonna bust in my boxers like a teenager.”

“Buck–oh god.” He eases a second finger beside the first, and your eyes roll back. “Really thought our first time would be nice and slow but I need you now–”

He throbs. “You feel incredible. I could take my time all night.”

“No. Push my jeans down and fuck me.”

Bucky could swear he’s died and gone to Heaven. Finally having his hands on the woman he loves–his heart stutters over that wave of realization in the midst of tearing your jeans down your hips, releasing his dick and pumping himself desperately to be prepared without coming the instant he’s inside you–he’s lost in the moment. He thinks just for a flash about the first dirty dream he had about you, sharing a bath in a room full of candles, and then you’re grasping for him, pushing your face against the sheets he’s been sleeping between since you left, and he thinks–no, this is perfect. Needy, desperate… and leaving no room to wonder whether this is what you want, too. 

He sinks into you slower than either of you want, if the groan you make is any indication. Bucky takes a second to help you out of the shirt you borrowed, and then he digs his thumbs into the base of your spine, where you’re always complaining aches after a long day. 

“Fuck, baby,” you moan when the muscle releases under his firm touch. Then, he moves. 

He’s robbed of your expressions with every thrust, but not your gorgeous sounds. You’re made for him. Nothing has ever felt this good–he can’t remember another woman’s body. It’s you, forever. Your body, your pussy–just you. He rolls his hips to find the spot that makes your gasps turn feral. The points of your nails find his arm where he braces over you. You draw blood. Just makes him thrust harder. 

“My sweet girl,” he moans. “You can’t even form a sentence, can you? All that sass fucked right outta you–jesus christ.” Your inner muscles squeeze him so tight, and you glance back at him over your shoulder, raising your hips enough that he has to work for the harsh thrust he’s been successful with thus far, and fuck… you may get wetter when he talks to you like you’re at his every whim, but you have all the cards. He’d let you do anything to him. He’s yours. He’s never felt anything this good–

“Baby,” you sigh, fluttering around him, “gonna come, you need to pull out–”

“‘M sterile. Serum side-effects.” Bucky grinds into your ass harder, holding his hips flush against your pillowed skin so hard he’ll surely make finger-shaped bruises in your thighs. You push up, arching your back until you’re seated on him. Bucky holds you close, arm bracketing beneath your breasts. He's fully clothed, you're entirely nude... it's the hottest thing he ever could imagine. He waits, on bated breath, for you to ask for what you want. You turn your head so you can kiss him softly. 

“Hey,” you whisper. “Never knew it could be like this.”

Bucky smiles against the corner of your mouth. “What, like fireworks?” He snaps his hips.

“Oh! Baby,” you croon. “Please let me come.”

“Sure you’re sorry?” he asks, even as he reaches between your spread knees to tweak your swollen clit. You shudder.

“‘M so sorry! Thought I didn’t have a choice. I know better.”

“You choose me?” Bucky holds your hips down so he can fuck any coherent thought out of you. You keen, but you nod.

“You, you,” you gasp. “Want you to come, too–”

“I’m gonna come, don’t you worry… shit.” Bucky tries to hold on through your orgasm, but your muscles squeeze him so tight that everything goes white for a minute, and he’s seeing stars. His own muscles go slack through his release. He has to brace his vibranium arm over you to keep from collapsing against you, using the other to hold you up around the waist. The other option would be sliding into a boneless heap on the ground. That feels quite unromantic, given the circumstances. So. He rolls with you in hand, peppering your shoulder with soft kisses. Even as he softens inside you, Bucky feels his body thrum with a newfound awareness of yours.

The clock glares at him in blue electrified letters. He groans. “Have to be up in two hours, fuck.”

“Regretting this, cowpoke?”

“That is not as sexy of a nickname as you think it is,” he laughs into your neck. “God, I was tired before, and now I know what your skin feels like and I think I might not need to sleep for a week.”

“You gonna let me clean up?” You ask, brushing his hair off his forehead. 

“Mmm. I could. But then I’d have to pull out.”

“Poor baby.”

Bucky nips your shoulder. “Try to fit in the tiny shower with me?”

“You’re obsessed with me,” you say, kissing the end of his nose as he eases himself from you with a grunt. He gives you a very grumpy glare, but pats your ass. 

“Come on. I expect you to wake up with the dawn, too.” He ignores your clothing on the ground, but shucks his shirt for you to put on in case you're cold for the walk across the hall. Bucky pauses at the door when you sigh. 

You prop your head up on one arm and smile. “Can I be a little sappy?”

His heart clenches. “I prefer it.”

“I’ve never felt this way before, Bucky. About anybody.”

Bucky straightens with pride. He looks you over, looking fucked and blissful on his bed, and smiles with the same amount of softness he feels inside. “You’re home, babydoll.”

You can’t speak for happy tears. He winks at you.

Under the spray of hot water, with miles of skin to explore, Bucky holds you close. The whole farmhouse could burn down, but as long as he’s with you, he’ll have a place for you to take shelter in his heart. Nothing as secure as that.

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[golden-web]

Teo swuirms in the little back pack as I finishes climbing the stairs to Mr. Barnes’s apartment. I knock at his door. I rock back on my heels and wait. A few seconds past and my heart pumps faster. I knock again, a little louder this time. I count the time off in my head. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10. I knock again. This time I hear shuffles on the floor boards.

Mr. Barnes opens the door, his eyes squinting at the light as I tugs at his robe.

“God kid it’s nearly midnight what are you doing?” He moves out of the door way letting me in.

“My dad didn’t want me to suit up.” Not in that condition I finish in my head. “Didn’t mean to wake you.” The door behing My closes. I slowly take off the backpack with Teo, letting him loose to play with Alpine. “Eleanor didn’t want to get off my dads lap.

“That really why you came Finley? For a cat play date?” Mr. Barnes doesn’t sound amused. I suck in a breath. No point in waiting.

“The device that connects me to the multi verse is on the Fritz. Since like a few Saturday’s ago, things have been really crazy and like weird. Crime is all over the place, a lot of petty stuff and random people. Halloween was slow-“

“All sounds okay,” he interjects.

“But it’s been weird.” I say pointedly. “My tingle has felt like it’s been on 8 for to long without anything happening. And no my device goes out? I just feel like somethings wrong.” Tears push up my throat again. Mr. Barnes walks over to his coach and motions for me to follow. I claps in the small chair and stare out the window.

“Kid, I don’t do that sorta thing any more,” I raise my eyebrows at him. He rolls his eye. “Just some stuff with Sam every now and then, but not like that, I can’t help you.” We sit in silence for a little bit. “Could it be because of the change? You know not being with Gardner?”

“I don’t know, maybe?” I didn’t really need to voice everything. Mr. Barnes nods.

“Okay, come back Saturday and Sam can help you. He’s pretty handy with that sorta thing.” I nod. We watch Teo and Alpine play for a bit.

“So you a Sam?” Mr. Barnes stands up.

“Time for you to get home Finley.” He tries to keep a straight face but we both snicker. “You’ll be all right?”

“Yea,” the pit in my stomach seems to grow. But it’s not like he can help me with the multi verse.

[hungerpunch]

working on sth for my godchild

drew up this alpine design featuring coyotes to paint on their rocking chair... except i have zero stencil making experience so this is about how far i have gotten 😵‍💫

time left to figure this out: about 48 hours 😵‍💫

[honeysbunchesofoats]

ive been at a family reunion at a camp all weekend. and oh BOY using a walker is rough. they would move the chairs all over the room so there was no path and I couldnt get anywhere because I'd have to ask like 13 people to move to get 15ft away. I was almost crying. people just don't understand. I literally got stuck between a chair and a pillar in the dining hall because all the other pathways were blocked by people and chairs. and people touching/moving my walker! no!!! I need to know where that is and what's happening to it *at all times*. seriously. all. the. time. and while my family was rock climbing and doing archery and going down zip lines and summer alpine slides, etc etc. I was in the craft room sometimes by myself. so like....great weekend guys, thanks

[deep-hearts-core]

2005 - semifinal

originally posted 7/21/20

Austria It's cute at best. I like the girl singer's voice here, and I love the traditional Alpine folk music that's being used as a base for this. Not a particularly strong number though. Seemed like maybe the singers were off-beat during the chorus? Or maybe the instrumental was just poorly assembled. Either is possible. Lithuania Little By Little doesn't suck. The styling here is fucking awful - Laura's outfit, hair, and makeup made it difficult for me to watch her. Her voice is also not a favorite of mine; while she doesn't have a bad voice, she was on key and all that, it just felt like rough going, like she wasn't particularly well trained. The song itself is actually pretty good though. Portugal That fucking sucked. People voted for this? I'm sorry, I just can't believe that. The vocals here were TERRIBLE, bad enough that I can't even comment on the quality of the song because I cannot for the life of me parse out a vocal line. I don't know if they were having problems with their mics or what, but every other word they sang was missing. The staging was equally terrible. It was hella unsynchronized and just made the stage look crowded.

Moldova  I can't tell if this song is supposed to be, like, absurdist or something. Moldova is always weird and so of course their debut is one of the weirdest of them all... the melody is catchy but aspects of the staging confuse me (what is the lead singer wearing? Is that traditional Moldovan dress or... something else? And why is the grandmother figure in a literal rocking chair for much of the song?) and there are a couple of racist lines in the lyrics, so, well. It's one of those things that's alright to listen to, as long as you don't listen too hard. Latvia This is one of the only songs I knew from this year going in - I really enjoy the studio version of this. I found myself kind of underwhelmed by the live, though. It's a very soft, chill song and I like the straightforward way they staged this, but the vocals here weren't awesome. The guy on the lower harmony was a little flat sometimes and there were instances where the harmonies were weird or one of them was significantly louder than the other. Monaco It's very nice! Classic Eurovision here. Lise has a nice voice and, although that dress was rather loud, for the most part she had pretty good styling too. I don't understand how this placed so low? I mean, I know this style of the song is jury bait in the era of no juries, but second-to-last is just upsetting. Israel Not that different from Monaco's entry in some senses... even with the loud dress! While this is a nice enough song, I feel like the background singers were definitely carrying Shiri through much of it, especially in the choruses. In the first verse she keeps falling a little short of the notes.

Belarus I like the costume concept that's going on here. The song is okay, it's very generic and for-the-time. My main problem is Angelica's vocals. They just. They don't sound right. There's a few notes she doesn't hit and a few places where her timbre just goes really brassy in a way that I don't like. Netherlands A solid, standard ballad! Glennis has a strong voice for most of this, the staging is simple - maybe a bit overly so, but not too badly - and the song is pretty good too. Like with Monaco, this one is very much styled for older Eurovision, which means that it didn't do well in 2005, which didn't quite have the nostalgia for moving ballads that the contest does today. Iceland I love All Out Of Luck, but I do not love this. Selma herself is an awesome performer with a good voice, but the song is all over the place - the chorus and the first verse, for example, feel very different, and the transition is slippery. I also can't quite comprehend what exactly it is that Selma's wearing but it does not look good on her, and I don't think it could look good on anyone.

Belgium Another one harkening back to the olden days of Eurovision. Nuno has a strong voice and the song has a really nice build to it - unfortunately, there's absolutely nothing happening in the staging, which sends the song way down in my opinion. Simple staging is okay sometimes but this? This was just lazy. Estonia Mostly, this song suffers for how young it is. Vocals are eh, song is trying too hard to be hype, but that could have been overcome with the right group and the right staging. Here, though, with the chunky bead strings and the bedazzled tee shirts, these girls look like the teenagers they are. I can't find a birth year source on most of the girls, but Laura for example would have been sixteen or seventeen for this performance, and it REALLY shows. Norway [heavy sigh] ah yes, it's glam rock again. This song is oddly familiar? Like it definitely sounds like something I would have heard on the radio growing up, which is a little disconcerting because I definitely did not listen to this song as a child. Like it came out in the right time frame, but I'm American, so like. Anyways. The song itself is... not bad? But I do take issue with the styling, maybe even more issue than I did with Sweden 2007. And lastly, can I just say. That band name? Not the vibes. Romania The first verse of this is very good, but once the chorus kicks in it becomes actually very generic. In the musical sense, that is. Luminita has a good voice and she seems to be a good performer, too, but in all honesty I can't focus on it. Her styling here was TERRIBLE and the set design was just as bad. The barrels being yellow just made me think of toxic waste or something.

Hungary Whoa, this one is pretty good! I like the rhythmic element to this song and also the folk dancing. Styling here is nice too. My only issue is with the singer's voice? It's not bad but it's awfully forward and nasal. Finland It's alright. I kind of vibe with it, actually. It's very dated but Geir has a nice voice and it's just... it's very chill. North Macedonia This feels more dated than the rest of them, somehow. Maybe it's the styling. Either way, the song is actually pretty enjoyable. The "la la lejla" hook is catchy and I also really love the bridge. Andorra An overall poor showing. It's not, like, terrible but the only impression it leaves is "oh wow, they are... wearing leaves, it looks like". Good vocals I guess.

Switzerland I am not super enthusiastic about this one. It is, solidly, Alright. I like the lead singer and the way this was set up, but I'm not sold on the song itself. The transition between verse and chorus is weird. Croatia I'm kind of bored by this one? I think part of it is that we've just reached That Point in the semifinal because of how many songs there are, but also, like. There's nothing super stunning about this, full stop. It's not even bad it's just unimpressive. Bulgaria I don't like jazz and this is no exception. We're gonna leave it at that. Ireland This is kind of fun, actually. I like the Irish dancing at the bridge and the chorus is pretty catchy. I don't know why these two were billed as "Donna and Joe" when it was really just Donna carrying the song... not that I mind that, I like her voice and presence. Joe, however, seemed incredibly awkward onstage, so that's one of my main complaints with this performance.

Slovenia The song itself is miles better than his 2017 entry. Stop is actually interesting. Things happen. There is rock guitar. In terms of presentation, actually, it's worse. In my 2017 ranking, I mentioned feeling conflicted because the staging was REALLY GOOD but the song sucked and Omar is a terrible person? Yeah, not so here. Omar looks like he has no idea what he's doing. He isn't even looking at the camera half the time. Denmark It's good! Jakob has a voice that I really like, and while the song isn't that impressive, it's fun and it's catchy and I can already tell that I'll be able to remember this really well. The staging is really cute too! Poland This one feels really hectic. Not entirely bad but there's a lot going on and it just moves at this frenetic pace. I do like the Polish musical influences though - I prefer this to My Slowianie lol!

My personal qualifiers Hungary Latvia Denmark Ireland Monaco Netherlands Norway Moldova Israel North Macedonia Miscellaneous thoughts I think this whole "Pavlo and Masha argue about how to start the semifinal" was funny, but I also felt like it was leading up to Ruslana performing, and then that didn't happen, so. Some disappointment there. Yeah, overall I'm not a big fan of these hosts so far. It's not even about their English, they just seem really awkward with each other and they don't have a funny script.

[theghostpinesmusic]

Sky Lakes Loop (3/3)

Yes, this was yet another day that I woke up next to a totally still, reflective lake. Sometimes it's cool to be me.

The Marguerette Lake campsite I'd inhabited for the night had a lot of those human-built "accessories" that always seem kind of dumb and unnecessary to me (you're hiking tens of miles into the wilderness, do you really need to build a chair out of rocks and wood for the night?), but as I was packing up camp I realized what such things are really good for: gear organization!

As I said at the end of my previous post, this third day of the loop was really straightforward: circle back around the shore of Trapper Lake, then head south along the Sky Lakes Trail that I'd taken north two days earlier, then continue east and south around the last lake basin and finally eat food out of my car and drive home.

I always like stopping at this spot at the south end of Upper Heavenly Lake, as by now you've fully descended back into the low-elevation foresty part of the wilderness but you can get one last view of the alpine area you passed through earlier in the hike view the distant view of Luther Mountain (you can see it in the photo left of center if you squint a bit).

Lower Heavenly Lake sports a somewhat more ominous viewpoint: the northernmost point of the Cold Springs burn zone, stopped right at the shore of the lake.

Taking the east path instead of the west path at this final intersection gave me a last few miles of "new" trail to hike before I finished. The eastern trail spends much more time in the burn zone, but on the upside there was an absolutely bonkers amount of fireweed through this section, and the open area gave some great views of Pelican Butte looming just to the south.

In the end, I finished the loop right around noon, and I can say from experience however nice it is to have a short drive to the trailhead to start your hike, it's immeasurably nicer to have a short drive home from the trailhead after your hike. Planning ahead and storing a bunch of junk food (including homemade donuts!) in your car for when you finish is highly recommended as well.

Because it's so close to home, every time I start this hike I think to myself that it would be a great "introductory" backpacking trip for local friends who have expressed interest in getting into backpacking but aren't necessarily up for a monster trip their first time out...but then I get home and realize how much distance and elevation this loop actually entails and...it's a lot. Over two-and-a-half days, I covered thirty-nine miles and did six thousand feet of climbing. That's a lot, and it felt like a lot.

That said, I wouldn't not recommend this loop. It's easy to drive to, it's not busy, there's no permit necessary, water access is plentiful except for a brief PCT section in the middle (through the burn zone, south of the Seven Lakes Basin) and there are plenty of places to camp, everywhere, assuming you don't put all your eggs in a Cliff-Lake-shaped basket, then go insane and try to hike until your legs fall off. Sky Lakes is really beautiful in its own way, and you should check it out if you get the chance.

[atozearth]

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[petrovaaaae]

White Winter Wolf

CHAPTER 11

As their vacation came to an end, he was actually sad to leave this place and its peace. Despite their altercation, it had all turned out....fine. There was no more talk about what had happened, instead, Irina had pretended it didn't happen and they continued on as they had done before. In fact, each night had become a routine. After dinner they would sit with the team, and when everyone faded off to bed, they would go out to that hammock, and lie in it, with Bucky rocking them with one foot out of it. It was on one of those nights that Bucky told her of his and Steve's old past time of star gazing, which Irina thought was cute. Each night they would lie there, and she would do as she always had done, she would lie her head on his chest and he had even taken to running his fingers through her hair, and each time he did it she had fluttered to sleep. Steve actually came out to them one night, when Irina had been deep in sleep, he all but gave Bucky a questionable look, to which Bucky would shake his head. Because no, he hadn't told her how he felt. He wouldn't tell her.

Why wouldn't he tell her? He wasn't worth it. He didn't consider himself worth her. He was a nice gal, too nice for him. He had too much blood on his hands, too much shame and guilt to ever involve someone in his mess of a life. Each time she woke up, she had that look of confusion, that adorable look of a sleep-filled haze. But now that they were back to reality, they were away from that peace and back to their lives. The first thing he did, was thank his neighbour for looking after alpine, and take the cat home. He spent some time in his apartment, putting his clothes back into the wardrobe and, as always, he was minus a few tops. Irina. 

He actually begrudged spending so much on clothes, because back in his day a top only cost a nickel. Good aul' America, hey? His thoughts went to the journey home and then he realised she was wearing his green henley on the trip back. Of course she was. Once he had sorted things in his apartment, he took off out again, going back to the compound. It was here that Stark informed him that he had a mission on queue for both Bucky and Irina, that they were to set off within the next week or two. Did he mind? No. 

"Is Irina here?" Torres said as he walked in, and instantly irritation filled Bucky. God, what was it with this kid?

"No." Stark said, but Bucky knew he was lying, because Irina was here, she was actually upstairs. How did he know this? Irina and Bucky had started texting, filling each other in on little things throughout the day. Each time her name appeared on his phone, it had brought a smile to this face. But now, he decided to text her to atleast warn her off Torres' presence downstairs.

Hey, don't come down. Torres is here and Stark told him you were out. - Bucky

Throw him out the window for me. - Irina 

​I am joking. Ill just hide up here. - Irina

Did he think about it? Yeah. For a moment the thought flickered through his mind. 

"Well, can you tell her I called? I have a few things I need to talk to her about." Torres said

"Yeah, will do." Stark said, looking around the living area, he looked completely unbothered by it. 

​Sam and Nat walked in, both sitting down on the chair but Bucky didn't miss the warning look that Natasha shot Torres.

"Don't you know how to take a hint?" Natasha asked, tilting her head as she looked at Torres "She just..isn't interested."

"Did she tell you that?" Torres asked and Natasha nodded 

"There is plenty more fish in the sea, man. Don't get yourself down about it." Sam offered, offering him a sympathetic smile. "Me and you need a night out, I can teach you my smooth moves."

"From what I hear, Torres doesn't need help at all." Natasha said, raising her brow as Torres looked at her "He even had two girls on the go at one point, Sam."

"I....No...What?" Torres asked, furrowing his brows "No I didn't. Wait, did you tell her that? Is that why she isn't talking to me?"

Bucky rolled his eyes, rolling his head back to look up at the ceiling. He would much rather be in his apartment alone with alpine than sit there during this conversation. Did he feel weirdly protective of Irina? Yes. Each time Torres spoke of her he wanted to smack the shit out of him. But, he had a set of rules set out for him by Raynor that forbade him from doing that. Tony took lead of the conversation, swaying it away from Torres' obvious whining to talk about the latest tech he was inventing. Was Bucky interested in this conversation? No. He barely understood it. Natasha turned her head, looking at Bucky before moving closer and it oddly made Bucky want to move away, weary of her.

"Did you warn her that Torres was here?" Natasha whispered to him and Buck nodded "Good." She looked away, returning her attention towards Stark again. Did he find it strange that Natasha knew that he would warn Irina? No. Natasha saw them back on vacation, when she came into the room to see Irina literally wrapped around him, in a platonic way, of course. 

Is he gone? - Irina

No. - Bucky

Fuck. Why is he still there? -Irina

He is talking to Sam about going out. I don't know. Do you need something? - Bucky

Yeah, for Torres to get a life. - Irina

And a coffee. - Irina

Thankyou. - Irina

Putting his phone away, he glanced around the group before slowly standing up, making his way to the kitchen. It then dawned on him that he didn't know how Irina liked her coffee, so, he made it how he liked it, since each morning during the vacation, it had become a habit of hers to steal his coffee. The first two times he protested, but he gave into the fact that when he made coffee, he was going to be sharing it with her. Even when he made two cups, one for him and one for her, exactly the same, she still took his. When  he was finished making it, he walked up the stairs to her room, and instead of knocking, he walked in. Irina was lying on the bed, wearing his sweats, of course, and a vest top. She sat up as he came in, and he walked over, setting the cup on the bedside table as she thanked him.

"You literally have a closet full of my clothes." Bucky said, pointing towards her closet and she nodded her head slowly. "Why?"

"Keepsakes." She offered, sitting back against the pillows as she furrowed her brows "And they are comfy." 

​She moved over as he sat down on the bed, sitting up against the headboard. "I can take Sams or...Steves...or I tried to take Tony's once but FRIDAY tracked me down and stopped me in the process."

"No, its fine." Bucky said, looking at her, and she smiled at him "How can they be comfy if they barely fit, though?"

"That's why they are comfy," Irina admitted, shrugging. "So, what is Torres saying?"

"Do you care?" Bucky asked, raising his brow and she shook her head. 

"Not really. It's amusing." Irina said, reaching over him to lift the cup of coffee as she sipped at it.

"He wanted you to know he was looking for you, that he had to talk to you." Bucky said, shrugging and she made a small 'hm' sound before taking another sip of the coffee "Are you going to talk to him?"

"Absolutely not." Irina instantly said, setting the coffee down on the bedside table again. "I know If i do talk to him, I will feel bad and cave when I see that kicked puppy looking face." 

Bucky didn't want her to cave. She deserved better than that. Heck, maybe the kid did like her, but Irina needed someone who understood her, not someone who pointed out her flaws in front of all of the fucking team. Irina sat back against the headboard, and when she did she simply stared ahead. He turned his head, watching her, and he saw how that thick fog clouded her eyes as her pupils dilated. Only days before, those eyes were filled with a bright light, and now they had dulled. Was it because of Torres? Probably not, she didn't seem like she cared enough about that whole topic. Bucky often found that even during the day, he found himself remembering more of those memories of soldat. His mind was constantly reeling over those memories, maybe thats what it felt like for her too? He had come to decipher that mask she wore, from fake happiness to actual true happiness, and it was because of that light that shined in them when she was happy. 

"You okay?" Bucky suddenly asked, taking her from the trance that had her deep within its grip. Irina turned her head to him, smiling as she nodded, resting her head against his shoulder "Bike ride?" Because he loved to hear her laughter when she was on the back, he knew that if he turned he would see her eyes dancing, sparking and the feeling it brought him to know he made her feel that.....was undescribeable. Irina looked up at him, peeking up from her place at his shoulder, and he nodded. Suddenly she turned and rolled off the bed, pulling on a pair of white sneakers. "Hold on." She said, turning "I can't go out like this." She pointed to her outfit and Bucky shook his head, standing as he walked over to her. He grabbed at the pull cord of the sweats, pulling it tight for the sweats to at least stay up. When he looked at her she had a goofy smile, that fog had clouded her eyes were join and it brought him relief. He walked over to her closet, because he knew and saw that it was lined with his clothes. Opening the door, he groaned, seeing so many of his tops hanging up. Taking out the jacket he had given her the night he picked up when drunk, he walked over handing her it and she pulled it on "I am basically you." Irina said, looking down at herself. Yeah, she was. He liked seeing her like this, not in those clothes she wore that showed off too much skin to everyone else, but in his. 

They walked to the door, and Bucky went into his own room to grab his bike keys before returning to her and they walked down the stairs. What Bucky did forget was the fact that Torres was there. When they walked down, Torres was leaving. He looked at them with a confused expression, shaking his head.

"Mr Stark said you were out?" Torres said, looking at Bucky. 

"I am going out." Irina said, as she sighed.

"Can I just..Talk to you?" Torres asked, walking over to her.

"Kid, just stop." Bucky said. Finally, he had enough of Torres. "You're embarrassing yourself, just take it as it is."

"I don't see how this is any of your business, Barnes," Torres said, looking between them both as Bucky clenched his jaw, inhaling deeply.

"Can I punch him in the face?" Irina asked, looking at Bucky and he shrugged at her "I really want to punch him."

"She will punch you." Bucky confirmed, looking at Torres. "She has punched me a few times, I will warn you, it does hurt."

​"Well, that's not very ni-" Torres began, but Irina shook her head, walking past him.

"Shut up, Torres." She hissed, and Bucky cleared his throat, nodding as he walked after her. When he reached her, he was pressing the elevator button numerous times, just as she had done before when she was freaking out when her parents were brought into conversation. He stood in silence, turning his head every so often to look at her, to at least make sure she was freaking out how she was last time she did that. But, she wasn't. He figured Irina just wanted out of his compound. As soon as the elevator reached their floor, they stepped in and travelled to the garage. When they got to his bike, he put the helmet on her, which again looked stupidly cute on her. Whilst they were on the bike, he couldn't help but think that if that was his sister being practically being harassed by a guy, Bucky would be having serious words with them. If there was one thing Bucky hated, it was women being disrespected. 

Once they had stopped at that same place he took her to each time, the place where he and Steve would go to look at the stars. She just sat sideways on his bike, staring into the distance. He didn't like seeing her so disturbed. Turning to look at her, he walked over and she only leaned forward, pushing her face against his chest, but heard it. Those quiet sniffles. Was she crying? He wasn't really the best in those situations, so, he just put his hands on her arms, holding her. Raynor once told him the best thing you could ever do was let emotions out, not to let them build up because they would eventually boil over. A few minutes passed and she pushed way, shaking her head as she pushed those tears away. The sight actually pulled at his heart, her eyes were red and bloodshot, surely this wasn't about Torres?

"Sorry." Irina whispered, shaking her head as she cleared her throat.

"Don't be sorry." Bucky said, and she looked down nodding.

"Sometimes it just sticks in my head." Irina admitted, adverting her gaze "There is days when I can push it away, just forget about it completely.. But those days when it just...plays on repeat, its torture." 

He knew what she was talking about, he had those days as well. "Your parents?" He asked and she nodded, sitting down beside her on the bike. He sighed "What happened?"

Did she look hesitant? A little, but Raynor had told him that the best therapy was to talk about these things, not that Bucky was a therapist or even listened to Raynor's advice half the time. "When I was a kid, I always knew I was different, because when I got upset or angry it caused things to vibrate, move or shatter. It got worse as I got older, my parents refused to accept it, refused to believe that they had brought a monster into the world." She thought of herself as a monster? She was far from that. "That night it happened, I remember the nightmare I was having, every little detail of it. Its hard to forget something that led to such trauma. I tried to wake up, but I couldn't escape it. I knew in my sleep what I was doing but I couldn't stop it, I didn't know how to control it. When I finally woke up, everything was in pieces around me, their bedroom was just nextdoor to mine and they were killed by the wall falling on them as they slept. I always say to myself, at least it was whilst they were sleeping, they didn't have to suffer because of me....I remember seeing their faces, because I tried my hardest to get them out, but I couldn't."  Irina put her hand over her face, shaking her head slowly. That would be an image that would stick in your mind forever. He knew it because there was plenty that tortured him. 

"It wasn't your fault." Bucky offered, turning his head to look at him. Irina dropped her hand, looking at him with a smile.

"No? Then whos was it?" She asked, shrugging. "I caused it, it was my fault. They were so against me having this power, they were ashamed, horrified."

"They didn't understand it," Bucky said, and Irina nodded slowly "Its hard to understand something you have no knowledge of."

"You're telling me that." Irina laughed softly, biting her lip "For so long I thought against it, even when Fury took me under his wing. The more you fight it, the harder it becomes to control." 

"What is it like?" Bucky suddenly asked, and Irina raised her brow. "To do it, does it feel strange?" Suddenly he was the one with the questions. Heck, he did have a vibranium arm but it wasn't like having a power that you were born with. 

"Its strange." Irina admitted, nodding her head. Suddenly she lifted her hand, pointing her palm at him. "It doesn't work unless I think about it now." She admitted, for a second, he thought she was going to send him flying, but she didn't "It took a long time for that to happen." She said as she dropped her hand "I try not to use it unless I absolutely have to."

"You used it against me." Bucky said, furrowing his brows.

"You're a super soldier with a vibranium arm, of course I did." Irina admitted, raising her brow. That was a fair point. "I used it when I punched you those times too." So that's why it fucking hurt? He didn't expect for those tiny hands to cause damage to him. As Bucky clenched his jaw, looking ahead, Irina laughed, looking down "If I hadn't it would have felt like you had only been swatted with a newspaper."

"That brings back memories," he admitted.

"Being swatted with a newspaper?" She asked him, raising her brow.

"My old man would do it if we talked back." Bucky admitted, smiling at the memory, and Irina laughed "What?" He asked, looking at her as the corner of his lip tugged into a smile. "He did. It was never my Ma, always my old man."

"Gosh, if parents did that to kids these days, they would ring child protective services." Irina admitted, shaking her head. Bucky raised his brow and she laughed "Its...a thing to protect kids."

"Kids these days are a lot different from back in my time." Bucky admitted, and he shifted a little on the bike "I worked in the docs when I was a kid, before the war, there were no such things as...protection for us. I say kids these days have too much freedom." Heck, he had strong views on this one. Irina looked at him smiling, and he raised his brow. "What?" 

"You worked at the docs?" She asked, tilting her head "Like, the shipyard?"

"Yeah, it was just me, Rebecca and Steve for a while. Steve used to be a small kid, sickly with asthma, so he couldn't do much. He tried, god knows he tried." Bucky admitted, smiling at the memory. When Steve had told Bucky about joining the army, Bucky had all but freaked out. He had been so used to protecting Steve from the bigger guys, always coming between a fight when Steve was getting his ass kicked. 

"It must have been strange, for him to suddenly be...Captain America." Irina said, and Bucky nodded. He remembered that clearly, being captured by the enemy forces, experimented on by HYDRA. When he had left the camp, Steve was still.... Steve, small, skinny. When he had rescued Bucky, he almost thought it was a different person. It was hard adjusting to it, but if Steve hadn't been who he was, Bucky would still be brainwashed, he would still be Soldat. He had a lot to thank Steve for, a lot he owed him.

​"You and Romanoff are close, arent you?" Bucky suddenly asked, causing Irina to turn her head, nodding at him.

"Natasha was the first person I met at SHIELD who actually made me feel as if I wasn't insane." Irina admitted, furrowing her brows as she looked away "She told me that we all do things that we later regret, even if we do it without having knowledge of it. These things make us who we are, or they can break you." She smiled at her own words, as Bucky furrowed his brows. Truer words have never been spoken, they all had a past, every single one of them on the team. "She has always been there, even when I don't say it, she knows when it hurts. It's almost as if she can sense it, she's a good person. I would be lost without her." 

Was he glad he came out here with her? Absolutely. As he spent more time with her, he was learning more things about her. Did he want to? He knew that the more he learned, the more he would be sucked in, to the point of no return. It was easy to talk to her, she gave no judgement to him, except for when they were bickering, but Bucky gave just as she did. But in moments like this, she revealed little snippets of herself, and he did too. He was sharing, telling her things when she should have been a stranger, held at arms length because he couldn't act upon how he felt. But the more he discovered about her, the more he liked about her, the more he wanted to know. Is that why she asked him so many questions constantly? No, it couldn't be. Why would she, like him? After all he had done, why would she even consider it? He thought it was impossible. 

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❅ christmas eve ❅

pairing: dad!Bucky Barnes x mom!Reader

summary: It's the night before Christmas and an ex-assassin is up wrapping Christmas presents for his family.

warnings: none

A/N: Just something short and sweet before I hit you with some Christmas angst in a few days. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy! Happy December! ☃️

reblogs/like/comments are greatly appreciated! ❤️

word count: 705

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Brooklyn not a stocking was missing, not even Alpine’s. Snowflakes glimmer in the dull yellow streetlights. Christmas lights twinkle in the moonlight. Children are tucked into warm beds where they lay their heads. Giddy and hopeful for Santa’s red sleigh. Daydreams of reindeers dashing and Santa laughing keep them up, hoping to catch a glimpse before sleep takes over.

The Barnes household was no exception. After a long snow day, you were snuggled under the warm duvet; seven month old Becca was sleeping peacefully with her teddy bear tucked under her arm. Not a creature was stirring…except for an ex assassin struggling to wrap Christmas presents. Bucky was surrounded by rolls of gold and emerald wrapping paper; name tags and bows stuck to his sweater.

The fireplace crackled with sparkling yellow and red embers, the heat kissing Bucky’s cheeks. Twinkling lights hung along the spruce tree, ruby and silver tinsel gleamed along the branches. An assortment of ornaments hung high and low. Every so often Bucky eyes a special ornament, a tiny family portrait, all four of you dressed in ugly Christmas sweaters; Alpine’s grumpy face ties it all together.

Meow. Speak of the devil.

Bucky looks up from the wrapping paper, eyes narrowing at Alpine, her tail swishing.

“You know you could be more useful and help me wrap some presents.”

Meow.

Alpine elegantly stretches before her paws trot across the wrapping paper, making her way upstairs. Bucky shakes his head and chuckles, knowing very well she’s going to occupy his empty side of the bed. He lets out a yawn, wishing he could be snuggled next to you, but Bucky needed to get these presents wrapped. Who knew folding and taping wrapping paper was so complicated? Anytime Bucky watched you, you made it seem so effortless. You knew how much paper to use, how to tie a gorgeous bow, and not mention your immaculate handwriting.

He stares down at the wrapped present in his lap. It’s not perfect, but it’s good enough. To his left, Bucky counts two more boxes that need to be wrapped; at this point he’s just considering putting them into gift bags and stuffing it with festive tissue paper.

“Nope.” Bucky huffs and quickly drops the idea, “If my wife can wrap 10 different gifts, I can wrap two more.” He carefully rolls out the glittery snowflake wrapping paper and delicately places Becca’s present in the center. With a bit of patience, copious amounts of tape, and a large bow later, Becca’s toy piano is ready to be placed under the tree.

Bucky grabs the final present from the coffee table, a small blue velvet box. It feels heavy in his hands, the weight of your combined love and his heart all in one. You and Bucky eloped almost two years ago, just you and him. You both had decided not to exchange rings, not needing a piece of jewelry to symbolize your commitments. But the ex-assassin was clever; Bucky’s seen how you regularly scrolled through wedding rings, taking note of the style you linger longer on.

The diamond ring winks at Bucky as he imagines how big your smile will be. The thoughts of Christmas morning are cut short when the baby monitor goes off. Becca’s soft whimpers echo through the living room. Bucky abandons his wrapping station and quickly goes up the stairs towards Becca’s room.

“Hi sweetheart.” Bucky coos, his warm hand calmly rubbing her chest, “Shh, it’s okay. I’m here.” Sound of her dad’s warm voice stops her whimpers, big eyes now staring at Bucky. “C’mon bug let’s get you back to sleep.” Bucky scoops Becca into his arms, settling into the rocking chair.

Becca squeals as Bucky places her teddy bear into her arms. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, Bucky slowly rocks the chair back and forth, admiring the little girl in his arms. Becca’s eyes slowly start to droop, moonlight illuminating her peaceful guise.

Bucky is forever grateful for his girls and is beyond excited to celebrate Christmas with his family. It seems like Santa has read Bucky’s letter. To Bucky, you and Rebecca always look like a Christmas dream come true in December.

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