Hi Aeryn sweetie! How are you? I saw you reblogged some prompts and I wondered if I could please request the following with beefy!Bucky? — 25: “You’re hugging me too tight?” // 27: “That’s the first time I’ve ever seen you smile.” And finally 24: “How mad would you be if I kissed you?” Please and thank you very much beauty! 💗
Snow White Dream
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Reader believes it’s unrequited feelings/love, fluff that alludes to friends/colleagues to lovers.
Author’s Notes: Thank you so so so sooo much lovely anon for the prompt requests! I’m dead nervous posting this but thank you so much lovely @becca-e-barnes for the encouragement! If it wasn’t for you this would never see the light of day! I’m not entirely confident 🥺 but I really hope you like it! 😭
Word count: 590
There were worse places you could think of being in right now. For example, alone, bloody and cold in the basement of a hydra facility with no hopes of getting out alive which is exactly where you’d be right now if it wasn’t for the one and only, your knight in shining armour Bucky Barnes.
Bucky saved your life and got the two of you to safety in the safe house in the middle of the quiet and seemingly abandoned forest.
He literally was your knight in shining armour and life saver. Your feelings for the soldier only grew stronger as the years went by. But you thought he only ever saw you as a friend. Bucky only ever exchanged pleasantries with the odd pet name every now and then if you were in the same room. A one sided crush that was bound to end up in heartache as you believed the man you wanted a future with would and could never feel the same way.
As you looked out of the window thinking about Bucky; it was like a scene from one of those Christmas rom-coms Tony always watches with the snow falling in clumps outside, the sky is white with the firewood crackling in the fireplace. The only things missing were the ugly Christmas sweaters, the Christmas tree and the homemade hot chocolate. The blustery weather made you shiver, you wrapped your arms around yourself and closed the curtains.
Bucky was leaning against the wall opposite you, watching you as you watched the snow fall outside. He too thought it was a cliché moment; a man and a woman in a cabin in the woods all alone while the snow fell. He guessed it was knee deep by now, meaning the two of you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon which was absolutely fine by him, he wouldn’t let anything or anyone hurt you.
You turned and your breath hitched with your hand on top of your heart.
“Barnes. You scared me!” You chuckle lightheartedly.
“Sorry doll. Come here please.” He pouted and opened his arms wide. A smile appeared on your face before you could stop it and you walked right into his open arms. He closed his arms around you and squeezed. Your face smushed right up against his hard chest and you wheezed.
“Bucky! You’re hugging me too tight!” You whined playfully, a small laugh escaping you as you stepped back.
His pouty lips turned into a toothy smile. Seeing him smile was a rarity and it’s something even you haven’t witnessed despite being somewhat close to the super soldier.
“Wow you’re smiling.” You smile at him and fold your arms. “That’s the first time I’ve ever seen you smile.”
His cheeks turn a deep shade of pink as he dips his head to look down at the floor.
“Can I be honest with you doll?” He bites his lip nervously and you nod with another smile.
“Of course.”
“It’s cheesy but… I smile a lot when I think about you.” He admits, wringing his hands nervously.
Your mouth opens to say something, but before any words fall out he’s already speaking again. You felt hopeful that this wasn’t a one sided crush after all.
“How mad would you be if I kissed you?” Bucky blushed, biting his bottom lip.
“I- I wouldn’t be mad at all. In fact I’d think I was in the middle of a dream.” You chuckled, your eyes flickering from his eyes to his lips and back again. Bucky leaned in, his hands placed gently on your waist and he smiled down at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes.
“Not a dream doll, I promise.”
“Kiss me.”
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2013 notes • Posted 2021-06-30 16:03:00 GMT
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The Things We Carry With Us
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: You were injured on a mission and didn’t tell anyone, leaving your already rocky relationship with Bucky crumbling. Was it really hate he harbored for you, or was it something else?
Word count: 4k
Warnings: Enemies to lovers! Angst, Language, Cannon level violence, Injury
a/n: This is based on an anon request and also my submission for multi-stann's 1k writing event! I used the prompt “I can’t get the image out of my head.” Congrats on 1k, Mickey!! :)
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2337 notes • Posted 2021-08-07 02:19:18 GMT
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Undisclosed - Masterlist
Pairing: Lumberjack!Bucky x Reader
Summary: Desperate to outrun a secret that could cost you your life, you seek refuge in a small mountain town. Its deep forests and small cabins make it the perfect place to hide, but the travel website hadn’t mentioned anything about the quiet, burly lumberjack that wouldn’t leave your thoughts. No one had warned Bucky about you either.
Warnings: Beefy!bucky, angst, references to death/crime, injury, toxicity, eventual smut (minors dni, marked **), a bit of slow burn!!
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2394 notes • Posted 2021-10-26 16:00:02 GMT
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Voicemails to an Unmanned Inbox
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Summary: When Bucky takes an argument a little too far, you take off. All he wants is for you to come back home.
Word count: 3.3k
Warnings: Heavy Angst
a/n: I’m currently working on Flashing Lights part 2 and felt like I needed some angst in my life. So, enjoy the angst!!
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The walk back to your shared room was excruciatingly quiet, the sound of Bucky’s angry footsteps the only thing reverberating against the halls of the compound. You jogged a little faster to keep up with him.
“Bucky,” you tried, breath labored from your pace. “Bucky, just wait a sec. We can talk about this,” he ignored you, jaw set and mouth fixed into a frown. You let out a sigh and continued behind him, not looking forward to the discussion to come.
You had just finished Bucky’s latest therapy session, the office across the compound. This week, his therapist had asked you to attend the session since you were such a major part of his life. Bucky had been hesitant to agree, but given that it was court mandated therapy, he didn’t have much of a choice.
Your boyfriend’s current mood was brought on by your participation in said session. You hadn’t given up sensitive information or anything. His therapist just asked if Bucky had been waking up in the middle of the night and you said yes. That response had snowballed and Bucky was now set up with a sleep therapy appointment next Wednesday.
You could tell immediately that he was upset about it. His hands balled up into fists atop his knees and his eyebrows shot up in silent disagreement. To be fair, he hadn’t told you beforehand if there was anything he wanted you to keep private. You didn’t think you would’ve been able to keep it a secret if he asked though; his nightmares were worse than ever before and he refused to get help for them.
Bucky threw open the door to your room, stalking in and promptly taking a seat on the bed. You sheepishly followed in behind him, clicking the door shut. The air in the room was tense and awkward, like a pressing fog that forced you into silence. You fiddled with your hands as Bucky’s eyes made patterns in the ceiling. After waiting a beat, you tried to dispel the tension.
“I know you’re angry,” you began, “But I think this is a good thing, Buck. You’ve been having such a hard time sleeping, you’re basically running on fumes. You can try the therapy and if it doesn’t work, no harm done,” he shifted his eyes down to you.
“No harm done, huh?” He sardonically replied. His tone confused you.
“I mean, I think so? I know you don’t like therapy, but if they can somehow help you sleep, even just a little, then I think it’ll be worth it,” you tried to keep your tone optimistic, like a juxtaposition to his.
He spent a while staring at you before he spoke, a near permanent crease in his brow. “How am I supposed to trust you?” His words sent you physically stepping back, confusion and hurt marring your face.
“What?” Your voice was a somber whisper.
“How am I supposed to trust you? You told her something private; something between us. And you—you treated me like a charity case,” he shot back.
“Charity case?” You questioned, bewildered. “Bucky, she’s your therapist. She wants to help you, but she can’t do that if you never share anything with her. And I didn’t even want to tell her! It’s just that your nightmares were getting so bad, Buck. When you kept coming back from field missions all torn up because you were running on no sleep, I got scared.
“You kept getting hurt, and nothing was helping. I want you safe! I didn’t give her any specific details, just that you were having trouble sleeping and it was affecting you in the field.”
“Oh, trust me, sweetheart. I know exactly what you said. Was sitting right there getting a front row seat to your pity parade,” his hands ran through his hair, frustratingly tugging at the strands.
“It wasn’t like that, Bucky! I don’t pity you, I love you! I just want you safe and happy and healthy. If you would just listen—”
“I did listen!” he cut you off, yelling now. “And all I heard was my girlfriend treating me like a child. Now every time you open your mouth, all I hear is that sympathy in your voice.
“I’m a grown man, y/n. I’m perfectly capable of making my own damn decisions. So I think I’ll make the decision and ask you to get out,” you jerked your head back, the hurt on your face increasing tenfold. Your fingers felt numb as you dropped your hands to your sides.
“If that’s what you really want.”
“It is. Door’s over there,” his tone was final. You backed up slowly, trying to give him time to change his mind. He had never yelled at you like that before, and he certainly had never asked you to leave. Tears built up in your eyes as you made it to the door.
“I’m, um, I’m really sorry, Bucky. I only wanted to help,” you didn’t wait for his response as you beelined it out of the room, desperate to hide your tears.
You didn’t know where you were going, but you knew you had to get out of the compound. The anger in Bucky’s voice was still sending shockwaves through your spine, and tears were still making heavy tracks down your face at the thought of him not trusting you. You had worked so hard to earn his trust when he first came to the compound, and now it seemed like that was all lost.
The engine of your car roared to life in the garage, the photostrip of you and Bucky sitting in front of the speedometer mocking you. You let a few more tears slip before you clicked your seat belt into place and peeled out of the compound. His words played through your head as you decided on making the trek to the city. It would take about 3 hours to get there, but it's not like you had anywhere else to go. In your flurry to leave, you didn’t notice you left your phone sitting on the therapist’s desk.
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2598 notes • Posted 2021-07-15 04:41:36 GMT
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For the Love of the Game - Masterlist
Pairing: College Athlete!Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it.
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol/drinking, Mild language, Angst, Minor injury, Smut (Minors dni, marked with **), Enemies to lovers trope!
a/n: Hi!! The main series is now complete! I’ll be posting drabbles/one-shots based on requests! :)
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3972 notes • Posted 2021-08-16 18:31:37 GMT
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