#before bucky drives them home on his motorcycle

[traveler-at-heart]

Lessons of Love - Part 2

Part 2 of ??? idk, I don't even know what this is lol. Anyways,

Nerd!Nat and Fem!Rogers R.

It was a perfect Saturday evening. You were laying on the grass with Natasha, your heads close to each other as you peered through the leaves of a tree. 

For the past month, you had spent every weekend together. It was always something small, like going to the movies or ice cream, but it was nonetheless special. 

The picnic idea had been your best so far. It was just the two of you in the middle of the park, with a basket full of sandwiches, chips and soda. After eating while talking about your week, you decided to rest against the blanket and Natasha did the same. As usual, you gravitated towards each other, and when you were struggling to find a comfortable position, the redhead enveloped you in her arms, your head resting on her front.

“You’re very comfy” you muttered appreciatively, enjoying the way she smelled.

“Anytime” 

You laughed and straightened up for a second to kiss her neck in thanks. The way she blushed made you smile.

“By the way, I have something for you” going through the items left on the basket, you found an envelope and gave it to Natasha. She sat up, pulling two tickets.

“Our Place in Space? I thought the exhibit was opening in a month” 

“This is a special preview. And a talk by Erik Selvig”

“The astrophysicist? That Erik Selvig?” Natasha sat up, and you groaned, pulling her back to lay next to you.

“Yeah, thought you’d like that. Mark your calendar, it’s next Sunday”

“Yes! This is so cool! I can’t even begin to thank you”

“You can certainly try” you said, your hand forcing her to look away from the tickets and turn to meet your mouth. Natasha melted against your touch and this time, you let the kiss last a bit longer. You broke apart, breathing heavily. 

“That’s a good way to thank you” Natasha said in a daze, chasing your lips for more.

—

Natasha left you at the door of your home. 

“Did I thank you already?” she said as she opened the car door for you.

“Anything for my girl”  you sighed against her lips, making Natasha blush. It was your favorite thing in the world. “Drive safely and text me when you’re home”

When you walked in to the house, everything was peaceful. You were constantly out with friends, so your family didn’t notice anything strange. It was also the fact that you lived in a huge house, and it was only four of you -well, five, if you considered Bucky-. Either way, your dad was probably golfing and your mom was out with one of her friends. 

Before going back to your room, you walked to your brother’s, hoping he was home.

“Come in” he said, dropping the book he was reading and smiling as you leaned on the doorframe. “Why do you have leaves on your hair?” 

“Oh” you ran your fingers through your hair, hoping Steve wouldn’t notice you blushing. “Uh, I was at the park. But that’s not important. I wanted to ask you something” 

“What is it? Come on” he gestured for you to sit and you closed the door, playing with your hands as you avoided his eyes.

“Do you think Mom and Dad would be mad if I dated someone?” 

“Why? Are they a bad person?”

“No!” you turned to look at him. “Quite the opposite, she’s the most amazing, thoughtful and brilliant girl”

“Does she have tattoos?”

“No” you laughed, although the image of Natasha with tattoos was strangely alluring.

“And she doesn’t have a motorcycle?”

“She drives a Volvo. And she wears her seatbelt, makes me wear mine, never goes above the speed limit”

“There you go” he nudged your shoulder, knowing you weren’t saying everything.

“I just think… considering everything that happened during the summer… maybe they’d be overprotective or something. And I don’t want to be fighting about curfews or rules they’ll set. I might as well just tell them I’m going out and not say more than necessary”

“And if they find out the truth? That you’re dating someone but kept them in the dark? That’s only gonna make them distrust you. And it’s never been who you are” 

“Right. I’m just so happy and I don’t want anything to change.”

“It won’t” Steve said, his arm going around your shoulders. “And they love you, but you gotta be honest”

You nodded, knowing he was right. You hugged him. 

“So, you and Romanoff” 

“How did you…?” you broke apart, looking at him.

“Call it brother’s intuition. Congrats. She seems nice”

“She is” you agreed, standing up to leave. “I won’t interrupt you any longer” 

You were about to close the door when he called after you.

“You know what happened wasn’t your fault”

“It wasn’t yours either. And I wish Mom and Dod would understand” you said with a sad smile. Steve nodded, going back to his book.

You hope he’d believed your words.

—

Chemistry was your new favorite subject. It was a whole hour where you could sit next to Natasha, write little notes that she’d read over your shoulder and then watch her in full focus, her eyebrows furrowed as she completed each exercise.

Today, you were doing solutions with different concentrations. Natasha did all the math, only asking for the proper amounts to create each solution. You were happy to take the role of assistant.

“Hey, Nat?”

“Yes?”

“Are you a carbon sample? Because I want to date you” you said the pick up line with a cheeky smile, enjoying the way she was all flustered. 

“Uhm… good one” she chuckled, looking back at the flask. “I think we’re done. Should we call professor Fury?”

You turned to look at him, and noticed he was explaining some stuff to Wanda and Pietro. The rest of the class was still working, so you made the most of your little corner at the back of the room.

“In a minute. I guess I just want you to know… we should go back to my place and form a covalent bond” you whispered, kissing her. She groaned against your mouth, but you pulled away with a smile, turning to call professor Fury. “We’re done!”

Natasha had to force herself to focus on Fury’s review, asking you both questions about the exercise. She was grateful you took the lead, because all she could think about were your lips on hers.

You never kissed at school. Actually, you barely interacted when in class. Natasha wasn’t sure if it was a normal thing; to be fair, she had never dated anyone. 

As the class ended, you leaned on her side.

“You ok? Sorry, I was being a bit naughty. It won’t happen again” you promised, thinking she might be upset because you distracted her during class. 

“No, it’s not that.”

She didn’t really know what it was. Natasha wasn’t used to public displays of affection. She also wasn’t used to feeling all hot and bothered every time you were around and from time to time, she felt a tightness in her pants that was not new, but very much hard to control. 

“Well, see you later to complete the assignment?”

“My place. Yes” she nodded. You squeezed her arm, walking down the hall to your next lesson.

As for Natasha… well, she had to take a quick detour to the bathroom before Advanced Calculus.

—

The school parking lot was always a bit too loud as the day ended. Plenty of people hung around their cars, talking before leaving.

Natasha had a habit of parking away from everyone else, closer to the teacher’s area. As every Wednesday since she had joined the cheerleading team, Yelena stayed behind for practice so Natasha drove back home alone. 

This time, as she was leaving the school premises, she heard your laugh. Looking around, she found you next to Pietro and Steve, but what really caught her eye was the way Wanda was holding you. She had her hands around your waist, head resting on your shoulder as you leaned back on her front, still talking to Pietro.

A mix of jealousy and loneliness hit the girl. And it all clicked for her. You still had lunch with your friends and hung around after school. 

Maybe you were ashamed of Natasha. She looked away, walking to her car and throwing her bag in the passenger’s seat.

—

Your presence at the Romanoff residence was becoming frequent. This time, you arrived with Yelena.

The blonde went inside, still humming the song you used for practice. You knocked on Natasha’s door, eager to greet her. 

“Hey” you smiled, but immediately noticed she was upset. You kissed her cheek and sat on the bed, sighing. “What’s wrong, Natty?”

“Nothing” she said too fast for your liking.

“Nat” you asked. “Anything it is, just tell me. Please?”

“I… I saw you with Wanda”

“I’m always with Wanda, you’ll have to be more specific” you shook your head, confused.

“At the end of the day. The way she was holding you”

“Oh, that. She’s my best friend. And she likes boys. But I’m sorry if it made you feel jealous”

“It’s not just that” Natasha said, forcing herself to speak up. She had never been good at standing her ground. “We hang out here, or at the mall. Anywhere but school. And I’m just wondering if you’re… ashamed of me”

“Nat…” you stood up, reaching for her hand. The sad look on your face made Natasha regret her words instantly. She was about to apologize when you spoke. “I’m sorry, I assumed that you weren’t a fan of drawing attention. You know how people at school are, always gossiping. And we haven’t really talked about… are we dating or not? Don’t get me wrong, I’m dying to call you my girlfriend but I’m just not sure that you want to…”

Natasha stopped your rambling with her lips. You were grateful for the interruption, smiling into the kiss.

“I’ll take that as a yes”

“Yes” she nodded, her nose tickling you.

“Ok, then. We can figure this out little by little. And I’m really sorry for making you feel that way” 

“It’s ok”

“No, it’s not. Promise to always tell me when I screw up. I’ll make it right”

“You don’t have to” 

“There’s a new zombie movie” you offered, making Natasha laugh. “I’ll buy the popcorn too”

“How can I resist?” she agreed, hugging you and you relaxed in her arms.

—

“And then they threw her around, it was so cool” Yelena gave Natasha a summary of her practice on the way to school, even if she had already heard all about it during dinner last night.

“Are you still going to the start of the season?” Natasha asked, remembering the first game was this Friday.

“Yeah, to see how it’s done. Y/N is a great coach, too bad she didn’t want to be the captain anymore”

Natasha was quiet for the rest of the ride. You seemed fine with not being as involved with the cheerleading squad, but she still wondered why you’d quit so suddenly. 

Was this the kind of thing a girlfriend would ask? 

She was still thinking about it as she walked to the school entrance, Yelena finding her friends and saying goodbye with a wave of her hand. Natasha was so caught up in her thoughts, she didn’t notice you until you reached for her hand.

“Morning” you greeted.

“Hey”

“So, I’m not gonna kiss you because everyone’s here and I don’t want to overwhelm you. But… wanna have lunch with me later? We can eat outside, I know you hate the noise at the cafeteria”

“Yeah, I’d love that”

“And, would it be ok if Wanda and Pietro join us? So they can meet my girlfriend and see how awesome she is”

Natasha couldn’t help to smile at the word girlfriend. 

“Sounds nice” she agreed and you nodded, squeezing her hand before walking to your class.

There was a pleasant feeling in Natasha’s stomach as the two first periods went by. When the bell for lunch rang, you were already outside her classroom, waiting to walk together.

“Come on, I already got you food” you said, walking with a smile to a set of trees where you and the twins had lunch from time to time. 

“Hey, Maximoffs”, you greeted as soon as you sat, motioning for Natasha to take the spot next to you. “You know my girlfriend, Natasha”

Pietro whistled and Wanda laughed. 

“Now we know why she never hangs with us on the weekends” Wanda said, and Nat had a hard time figuring out if she was upset or not.

“Oh, speaks the girl who ignored us the entire summer over an English lad” you said in a bad accent and Pietro followed suit.

“Bloody true!” 

Wanda rolled her eyes but laughed.

“So, what are you two doing this weekend?” Wanda asked and you looked at Nat, encouraging her to answer.

“Well, there’s this new zombie movie…”

“Virus X! Take me with you!” Pietro interrupted.

“Fine. But no complaining when we kiss in the middle of the movie” you warned him. “Wands, wanna come too?”

“I think I’ll stay and study for Algebra. If I don’t hurry up, I’ll fail the class”

“Well, I could help with that” Natasha offered and you smiled.

“Baby, that’s a great idea” 

“Aww, baby” Pietro mocked and you threw a napkin at him. Natasha blushed and you kissed her cheek. 

“Don’t mind them. They’re evil”

“I will, however, take any help I can get to pass my test, so thanks Nat” 

Your girlfriend nodded, and began to ask questions about the subjects Wanda was studying. With a smile, you saw her interacting with your friends, knowing she was making a great first impression. Pretty soon, you imagined all of you hanging out; maybe Yelena would join too.

“You seem happy” Natasha commented as you walked back to class. 

“I am. Thanks for making me feel that way” you smiled, turning to enter the classroom. 

You didn’t need to look back to know Natasha was blushing and smiling at your words.

—

Friday finally came, and Yelena was a ball of energy as the Romanoff family drove to the first game of the season.

“This is nice” Melina commented as they got out of the car. “All of us here to support our coach and very talented cheerleader”

“I think Natalia is here for someone else” Yelena said and Natasha elbowed her. As usual, Alexei was oblivious to any exchange, going to meet the team for a review of their strategy for the game.

Yelena left as well to find the other girls, leaving Melina and Natasha at the bleachers, looking for a spot to sit. Natasha was able to spot you, walking out next to Yelena, smiling at her excitement. You looked up, eyes meeting hers briefly and smiled.

“I’m so happy Y/N is mentoring Yelena. She’s a great girl” Melina said, not missing the eye contact.

“Yeah. It doesn’t hurt to have someone babysitting Yelena at all times”

Melina laughed at that. For the rest of the night, you tried to focus on the action happening at the field, but could tell Natasha was staring from time to time. Though Nat and Melina didn’t understand much of sports, the way Alexei screamed confirmed Shield High had won the game. 

Yelena joined the family in the parking lot.

“Did you see me throw that pom pom? It was so high!”

“Congrats, malyshka” Alexei said, hugging his daughter.

“Thanks, Papa. Also, you stink a little”

“Well, let’s all go so your father can shower” Melina gave Natasha the keys to the car.

“Mama, there’s a party, can I go? Tomorrow’s Saturday, I can stay up a little later, right?”

“I have meetings tomorrow and your father’s too tired to drive you, Yelena. Maybe other time, yes?”

“Ok, I guess I’ll tell Y/N we won’t make it, Nat” Yelena casually mentioned your name, knowing what it would cause.

“I’ll drive us” Natasha blurted out. 

“Great! It’s settled, then!”

The girls sprinted to the car, while their parents stayed behind.

“Natasha going to a party? Our Natalia?” Alexei scratched the back of his head. “What do you think is that about?”

“I have a theory. Don’t worry too much about it, my darling” Melina said, patting his back. 

—

There was around twenty people at your house by the time Natasha and Yelena came inside. Everyone was gathered around the pool, away from the main house. Yelena greeted a girl that was new in town, Kate Bishop, and left her sister alone. Thankfully, you spotted her across the yard and went straight to her.

“I’m surprised you wanted to come!” you greeted your girlfriend, pulling her by the arm to walk with you.

“I thought you told Yelena to invite me”

“No, I told her we could go out for dinner because it’s gonna be too loud here. My message was not delivered, huh?” you rolled your eyes. “We can go to my room if you don’t like it here”

“It’s fine” Natasha said, more to herself than to you. This was the first high school party she had ever attended. The football team was here, with some other girls from senior year and your brother. She didn’t know anyone but you, but she had to try and be social, at least for once.

“Pepper’s here, she needs some help with the food. I’ll be right back” you promised, leaning to kiss her cheek.

Natasha sat in one of the chairs by the pool, trying to keep her anxiety at bay. Maybe she’d take you up on that offer and go to your room instead.

“Hey” a guy greeted her. He had black hair and a permanent frown. “I don’t think I’ve seen you at one of our parties before. I’m Rumlow”

“Oh, I’m here with Y/N” 

“You must be quite the party animal yourself, huh?” the boy smiled, but Natasha stared, confused. “Oh, come on. You know Y/N. She loves to play drinking games, stay up until late… says people who don’t even drink beer are boring”

That didn’t sound like her girlfriend at all, but the look that Rumlow gave her was making her uncomfortable, and she didn’t feel like calling him out on his bullshit.

“Here. Have a drink”

“No, I’m good” 

“Come on. She’ll think you’re boring if you don’t” he warned her. Natasha sighed, taking the cup. It smelled worse than the vodka his father brought back from Russia. “Just drink it all. It will taste better that way”

Natasha took a deep breath, and then a giant gulp of the liquid. It burned her throat, making her cough. Rumlow laughed, his hand squeezing Nat’s shoulder a bit too harsh and walking away.

The girl felt the need to throw up, pee or pass out and wondered what would happen first. The only thing that brought her back to reality was your hand on her cheek.

“Baby? Nat, are you ok?”

“Fine” she answered, her breath alerting you of what happened. Shit.

“Steve” you searched for your brother. He was next to you in an instant. “Who gave her alcohol? We’re not supposed to have any, you know the rules”

“I don’t know” Steve said, taking Natasha’s hands. “Let’s give her some water, she’ll feel fine soon, ok?”

Across the yard, you heard Rumlow laughing. You always hated him; hell, most of the school did, and his mocking words only made your blood boil.

“Careful, looks like she’s gonna piss herself” 

“What did you do to my girlfriend, you asshole?” you walked up to him. Steve went after you, knowing you were too impulsive when provoked by guys like him.

“Girlfriend? Seriously, that loser? Can’t even hold the shot I gave her” 

“I’m gonna kill you” you threw a punch, just like Bucky had taught you. It landed square in his nose, making it bleed.

“You bitch” he didn’t get to you, because Bucky and Steve blocked his path, pushing him all the way to the front door. 

“Never come back, asshole” Bucky warned him. “The rest of you, party is over”

Ignoring the pain in your knuckles, you went to sit next to Natasha, offering her a glass of water. She drank from it, sighing when her head stopped spinning.

“I’m sorry” 

“Don’t be. He’s an idiot. And I’ve wanted to punch him in the face for a long time now”

“Speaking of which…” your brother offered you a pack of ice. “Here. Nice punch, sis. Maybe you can be a boxer now”

“Pass” you smiled, placing the ice against the bruised skin. Yelena brought Nat another glass of water and after half an hour, you could tell she was a lot better. “Let’s get you home, ok? Or maybe you both can stay here and I’ll keep an eye on Nat”

“No, our parents will know something’s up. I’ll stay with her and text you if anything happens”

You nodded, pulling Nat with you. Bucky drove Natasha’s car, Steve following behind on Bucky’s car so you three could go back home. The ride was silent, your hand squeezing Nat’s as she enjoyed the night air. By the time they reached the Romanoff house, she was completely awake and only a bit nauseous.

“Come on, sestra” Yelena grabbed her gently by the arm, making sure they didn’t wake their parents as they went up the stairs.

You stayed on the front door until the lights went out again, feeling like the worst person in the world. Defeated, you climbed to the passenger seat, Bucky driving back to your home.

“Y/N”

“Bucky, don’t”

“It’s not your fault”

“Natasha’s the most amazing person I’ve ever met and yet, it seems like I’m always making her feel insecure or like she’s not enough. Maybe I’m just not good for her”

“Hey, this is all on Rumlow being an ass, ok? Don’t beat yourself up for it” Steve said, his arm on your shoulder.

“Yeah. The beating you gave him was enough for a day” Bucky said and the three of you laughed.

“Thank you for stepping in”

“Yeah, he’d be dead if we hadn’t” Steve said, sure that you wouldn’t let Rumlow go without a fight.

—

Pain. Confusion. Too much light. And noise. 

Natasha felt all of those things as she struggled to open her eyes. She groaned, turning to look around. This was Yelena’s room.

“Oh, good. You’re up” her sister walked in, holding a glass of water. Natasha took it, drinking the entire thing. “I’ll text Y/N. I don’t think she slept at all, asking me every hour to check on you” 

“I’m never drinking, or standing near a bottle of wine again in my life” 

“How much do you remember?” 

“Enough to feel like an idiot. Was Y/N upset?”

“Well, yes. She punched that dude right in the face. It was awesome”

“I mean… at me” Natasha sighed, feeling like she had screwed everything up.

“Why would she be mad at you, Nat?” Yelena’s phone pinged again, and she showed the message to her sister. “See? She’s asking if you need anything and if she can come over” 

“I better shower. Thank you, sestra”

 Yelena nodded, looking tired and ready to sleep for the next few hours. Natasha took advantage of the fact she had the bathroom to herself, enjoying a warm shower. By the time she came out, her mind was clear and she was eager to see you. Natasha felt the need to apologize.

“Coming” she said as soon as the doorbell rang. “Hi”

“Hey, baby. How are you feeling?” you said, smiling at her. You cradled her head in your hands, massaging her temples. “You had me worried sick”

“I’m sorry” she said, melting against your touch.

“Don’t be. Here. I brought you something light to eat. And some painkillers in case you’re out” 

“Thank you” she took your hand, leading you to the kitchen. “Dad’s out and Mom’s working” she explained, pulling out two plates to share the food.

“That’s ok, I’m not hungry” you declined with a tense smile.

“Is everything ok?” she reached for your hand and you hissed at the contact. Laughing, you showed her your bruised knuckles.

“Guess I punched him too hard”

“Did you get checked by a doctor? Are you ok?” Natasha leaned forward, looking concerned.

“My dad said it’s fine. Mom was a bit upset, but Steve convinced them Rumlow had it coming” 

“I got you into trouble, I’m sorry” Natasha shook her head. What the hell was she thinking?

“Hey, that’s not true… I’m the one who’s sorry. I feel like I’m always making you do things you’re not comfortable with and I hate it, Nat. You’re all I care about, but I feel like I’m screwing up and hurting you in the process”

“I just know you’re used to hanging around a lot of people from school and don’t want you to give that up for me, ya know?”

“I kinda have to be social because Steve and Bucky love to throw parties. I’d rather watch movies with you or literally anything else, Nat”

“Really?”

You nodded, closing the distance between you too. Your lips met in a short and sweet kiss, and you felt her smiling against your mouth.

“I do have something to tell you… about a thing that happened this summer” you rolled up the sleeve of your shirt, showing a big scar on your arm, close to your elbow. It looked fairly recent. “So, you know how we go to the Hamptons at the start of the summer, right? And there’s always the usual people. One of them is this jerk, Tony Stark. He’s always messing with us because his parents barely spend time with him”

“Did he hurt you?” Natasha asked, squeezing your hand.

“Well, they were playing tennis and made a bet. If he won, Steve would have to give him his car for the day. And I’d have to tag along. Steve said no, but I was just so annoyed at Stark for always getting on my nerves that I agreed. Except I forgot Steve is a really bad tennis player” you laughed, Natasha smiling, but waiting for you to continue. “So, we drove around for a while. And at some point he thought it would be funny to go on a different lane and just drive like a complete idiot. I really did ask him to stop, but Stark wouldn’t listen and then… we got into an accident”

“That’s how you got this scar”

“Yeah, I broke my arm and hurt my spine, which is why I had to step down from the cheerleading team. And I had thought about it before, but I guess it’s different when you decide it by yourself, instead of being forced by circumstances… My parents were pissed at Steve, Stark got in massive trouble as well and I don’t know, being with you was the one good thing I’ve had in a long time. But I feel responsible and like I was an idiot and yesterday I got so scared you’d get hurt because of me” 

“I’m fine” Natasha promised, searching for your eyes. “I’m here, nothing happened”

“Maybe I’m not good enough for you, Nat; you’re always so kind and thoughtful. I’d hate myself even more if something happened to you” 

“It won’t, ok? From now on, it’s us. And maybe some time Yelena”

“And Pietro and Wanda” you said, smiling.

“Thank you for telling me about what happened”

“I trust you. And you should know that my parents are a bit protective right now so when I tell them we’re dating, they might want to interrogate you… and take you for a driving test as well”

“Anything” she promised. You leaned forward to kiss her again. This time, you deepened the kiss, running your hands through her hair. “I love it when you do that” she mumbled against your lips.

“Do what? This?” you teased, running your tongue along her lower lip, feeling her moan against your mouth. 

“We eat there!” Yelena stormed in, groaning. “Get a room. Yours is literally upstairs” 

“Yelena, where are your manners?” Melina said, joining the three of you. Your eyes widened, surprised to see Mrs Romanoff. 

“Babe, I thought you said your mom was working?”

“She was”

“And now I’m home. Let’s have a talk in my study. Natalia, Y/N?”

“Good luck” Yelena blurted out, escaping to hide in her room. You grimaced, looking between your girlfriend and her mother. 

Well, time to come clean. 

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Word count: 958

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You and Bucky decided to start a new chapter together in a small town, not too far from where you first met. You understood that city life wasn’t ideal for him, so you suggested moving somewhere quieter, where the watchful eyes of others wouldn’t reach him.

“Are you sure you want to leave just for me?” he asks over the phone as you pack up your things.

“Yes, Buck, I want this,” you insist. While he’s hesitant about you leaving your hometown, you’re determined to uproot and begin a new life by his side.

You quit your job at the bar the night before, explaining to your coworkers that you were moving in with Bucky. Though you hadn’t expected it, you realized you’d miss the job, especially the friendships you’d formed, like the one with Megan. It’s true what they say: you often don’t realize how much something means to you until it’s time to leave it behind.

Bucky had already quit his job months earlier, feeling that his presence was no longer needed. The customers had become attached to you, and the bar had transformed into a safe haven, attracting a friendlier crowd. It became a place of comfort, where people came to unwind with friends. Your boss even redecorated, reflecting the warm atmosphere the bar had developed, and changed those awful uniforms. You couldn’t help but feel that Bucky’s presence, despite his troubled past, had turned the bar into his own sanctuary, with you as the center of his attention.

When the last box is loaded onto the moving truck, you grab your purse and head towards Bucky's motorcycle. He had kept it a secret for a while, not wanting to risk shortening your time together by driving you home on it. The first time he took you for a ride, you were terrified, clinging tightly to his waist while he laughed at your fear.

"You know I'll never let you fall," he had shouted over the roar of the engine, laughing as your grip tightened.

"I trust you—it's the bike I don't trust!" you had yelled back, clinging to him during your second date, which ended on a much more satisfying note, literally.

Now, you feel more at ease on the bike, even starting to enjoy the rush of air that brushes against your face as you press close to him. When you arrive at your new home, the moving men are already unloading the boxes. It’s just how you always imagined it—a place where you can decorate and build your life together.

As you carry boxes into the bedroom, Bucky finishes putting away his tools in the garage. He comes up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

“It’s wonderful to see you every day,” he whispers in your ear, making you giggle as his touch tickles you.

“We already saw each other every day,” you reply, melting into his embrace.

“Not like this,” he says with a smile. “Come on, let’s check out the town.” He takes your hand, leading you out of the house with boxes still waiting to be unpacked.

You stroll through the neighborhood, hand in hand, as your new neighbors greet you with warm smiles.

“Are you the new residents?” they ask, and you respond with a shy nod. Everyone seems so friendly here. This place feels perfect—a fresh start for Bucky, far from his past, and a new beginning for the two of you together.

As you explore, you notice there are only a few shops, but they’re all charming, with everything you need. A small but well-stocked bookstore catches your eye, and there are enough grocery stores for all your essentials.

During your walk, you come across a park full of children playing happily. A ball rolls toward Bucky, and he kicks it back a little too hard, sending it flying. The kids, amazed, run over to him.

“Where did you learn to kick like that?”

“Did a bad dog eat your arm?”

“Can I be that strong too?”

“Please teach us!”

You laugh and leave Bucky to his new friends, watching as he joins them on the soccer field, playing goalie because none of the kids wanted to. You watch with a smile as some of the neighborhood women approach you.

“Sorry they kidnapped your husband,” one of them says with a grin.

“Husband? Oh, Bucky!” you chuckle and smile at her.

“No problem, it’s nice to see him so carefree,” you reply, enjoying the pleasant company as she shows you photos of her twin children. They’re adorable, and you can’t help but imagine a mini version of Bucky.

Watching Bucky play with the children warms your heart. He’s so gentle with them, making them laugh and feel safe. After an hour, the kids are reluctantly called back by their mothers. You’ve already spotted a few who seem to judge Bucky for being “childish,” but you hold back. Teaching kids about kindness is more important to you than responding to criticism.

“I’m exhausted!” Bucky complains with a grin as he walks back to you.

“I’ve always preferred daughters,” he admits as he rests his head on your shoulder.

“Why?”

“Less soccer, more tea parties and saving them from pillow fort dragons,” he replies, making you both laugh.

“See you tomorrow, Bunny!” a kid calls out, and Bucky waves back.

“Bunny?” you laugh.

“He can’t say Bucky,” he snorts.

Back home, you snuggle up on the couch together, Bucky falling asleep almost instantly while you stay awake, gently stroking his hair. Watching his peaceful face, a faint smile on his lips, you know that your life together will be wonderful. Maybe, one day, this house will be filled with the sounds of happy, noisy children.

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Bad Things

Bucky Barnes x Reader

TW: Violence. Fighting. Brief mention of torture. Steve is alive and well.

The only way out was to awake them. And you did.

A/n: Heavily influenced by oxytocin by Billie Eilish. No like you will find lyrics throughout. Listen to it while reading, please.

Written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female. Likes, comments, reblogs are VERY VERY highly appreciated. Opinions really matter to me.

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You were sure that if you weren't driving the motorcycle, your legs would be bouncing, your hands would be shaking, and your palms would be sweating. But you were focusing on the road ahead despite feeling like you were driving on autopilot. You may not look like it, but you were a mess. Internally, at least. Anxity from the plan, danger of the situation, horrors from flashbacks, and uncertainty of the results. You were bitting your lips that you were close to feeling the metallic-tasting liquid on your tongue.

The darkness that grew, the further you got close to the agreed upon location, wasn't helping either. For someone who did this for a lifetime, you were spiraling. You wished you could cancel everything and come up with something different, but you couldn't.

Can't take it back once it's been set in motion.

You started to regulate your breath, take control of your mind, and keep your heartbeats in check once you saw the warehouse. It was now. There was no going back.

You stopped the motorcycle abruptly, causing the sand and dust around you to fly away. You took one last breath before taking the helmet out.

You got up and steadied your posture. The suit was never comfortable on your skin. Today, you felt like it was crawling on your skin, trying to devour you. You hid the suffocating feeling and put the act into action.

If you only pray on Sunday,

Could you come my way on Monday?

Confidence and peril were displayed. A strenuous look on your face. You were back in her.

"I thought you weren't coming." His voice annoyed you so much that you wanted to cut his throat open.

"I gave you a word, didn't I?" You came to a stop with enough distance between you and him. Even your voice was different in your ears.

"It's not like you had many choices." His laugh sent shivers through your body that you were able to hide.

"I always believed in your intelligence, moon." You pulled your hands into fists to stop any visible reaction from coming out of you.

The name was only associated with corruption and cruelty. Something the man in front of you strived for.

"With both of your capabilities, we will go back to the top of the world." The evil smile was more telling of his intentions than his disturbing words.

With the mere mention of him, you felt the air get thicker, the wind blowing harder, the stars dimming their lights, and the rocks and pebbles shaking on the floor.

He was here.

"Great. We didn't have to wait long for him." The man almost clapped in excitement.

In the sea of the darkness of the night and the void you were in, he appeared. His black suit made him almost unseen in the darkness of the night. But his heavy footsteps made him known.

The golden in his arm reflecting the light of the stars and the mask covering all his face except the eyes were making him even more fearful.

In person, he was much more terrifying than the stories and myths.

However, the crazy man didn't think so.

"Would you look at that?" He said once that the two of you were standing next to each other. You wanted to hold his hand, seeking any sort of comfort and reassurance, but you knew it would blow out your act.

"The Winter Soldier and Wicked Moon. Together and back at their home."

Dugal, the man speaking, had been the bane of your existence for some time now. Every mission, every warehouse, every file, and every piece of evidence all trailed back to him.

The manic, who had been obsessed with bringing Hydra back to life,.

With the right allies and calculated steps, he was able to achieve most of his plans in secret, but why show yourself now? Why draw attention to you now?

Because it was time to get Hydra's greatest weapons back.

You and your husband.

You and Sergeant James Barnes

Wicked Moon and The Winter Soldier.

You and Bucky shared the same life. Kidnapped by Hydra, injected with the serum, erased and brainwashed, trained to maximum efficiency. You reached levels of skills that were unmatched.

Despite the different start, you and Bucky were the faces of the same coin.

You were taken a bit after Bucky. Hydra had the goal of making both of you into its lethal duo. Unbeatable and unpredictable. You and Bucky became the ghost story for decades. Never once seen or traced.

You were a myth that terrified all.

And for decades, you spent all your days with Bucky, or who you called soldier at a time, because you didn't know his real name. Nor did he know yours, and he called you Moon.

You shared a cell. You trained together. You were sent on missions together. You were tortured together. You were used to each other's screams and pains. You were the same person in many ways.

While Hydra was blinded and happy with your success rate and obedience, they failed to notice the deep connection that was forming between the two of you.

The comfort you found in each other. The conversations without words. The accustomedness. The long eye contact and gaze The gentle touches that only you provided each other with. The worry and panic if one went on solo missions.

You understood each other. You trusted each other. You empathized with each other. You prayed for each other's freedom.

You loved each other.

So, looking at Bucky with questioning and worried eyes above Steve Roger's unconscious body after you disobeyed the direct orders of eliminating Steve and following Bucky to save him from death by drowning, Bucky knew he could never leave you. He took your hand and ran away.

Other people wouldn't stay

Other people don't obey

You and me are both the same

You should really run away

It was a long and bumpy road. Gaining back your memories and learning how to live. But you held each other's hands. And in the face of all the hardships, you stood together.

You fought it all until you finally settled into your shared apartment in Brooklyn. Almost ten years after escaping Hydra.

You thought life was finally good. You knew who you were. You got back your identities. You were healing bit by bit. You finished therapy and were officially pardoned. You were allowed on missions, but more importantly, you were allowed to turn down missions. A luxury you and Bucky never had.

You were so happy for Bucky, who got to have his bestfriend back, Steve, and make a new one, Sam. You were happy that one of you could have someone, especially after finding out that you had nobody, which made you the perfect target for Hydra in the first place.

But being the good people they were, Steve and Sam instantly took you in like family. They could easily tell how much you meant to Bucky. Even from the first day. Whether on the bridge or in Bucharest, The uncontrolled urge to protect you despite being perfectly capable of looking after yourself. The care and admiration in his eyes whenever you were around or your name was mentioned. All and more signs that exposed Bucky's feelings for you.

They were more than happy when Bucky told them that you got married on the very long, overdue vacation that you went on.

You were everything to Bucky's. His love. His life. His rescue. His salvation. You were his reason to keep going.

While he felt bad that you had to go through the tough life you had, he couldn't imagine how his life would have looked if he had never met you.

So when the danger of Hydra taking you away from him arose with Dugal's appearance, Bucky almost lost his mind.

Dugal seemed insistent on taking you and Bucky back. He was destroying places, terrorizing, and hurting innocent people. Dugal heard you were trying to be good people, so he played on your conscience. He was pushing you and Bucky towards this moment. The moment you caved and gave up. The moment you returned to Hydra.

So, with his knife on Cass's neck, you surrendered. You promised to meet him and do whatever he wanted. And you promised to bring Bucky as well. He wanted the both of you.

And you listened.

Here you were. In the suits you thought you would never put on again. Triggering the two people you buried so deeply within. In front of the warehouse of an enemy, you fought for and against your whole lives.

"This is your home. This is your purpose. Not fake heroism. You were made to serve the greater good. To protect and serve Hydra." Dugal's voice made its way to your ears.

"You belong to Hydra. And Hydra only."

'Cause as long as you're still breathing

Don't you even think of leaving

Not gonna wanna look away, look away, look away

You're gonna wanna get involved, involved, involved

And what would people say, people say, people say

If they listen through the wall, the wall, the wall?

You kept the stoic expression on your face, refusing to let him see the effect his words had on you.

The door of the warehouse opened, and walking out of it were Dugal's two trusted men that you saw everywhere with him. Nedward and Alexios. They stopped behind him.

Following them, hundreds of agents came out of the warehouse. They surrounded you and Bucky in seconds. You looked at Dugal, confused.

"I want to make sure you are still the best. I want to know where to pick up from." His smile was wicked and filled with bad intentions.

"Call it a test. A test of Wicked Moon and The Winter Soldier's abilities." His wicked smile wasn't flattering.

You got into a fighting position quickly, not willing to lose this. You felt Bucky take position, too, his back turning to you. You were back-to-back, moving in slow circles, assisting the situation.

And once the first agent threw the punch, it was nonstop.

I can see it clear as day

You don't really need a break

Wanna see what you can take

You should really run away

While the agents largely outnumbered you, they were at a disadvantage. You and Bucky fought like one. You had a never-seen-before fight style. You designed it so that you used each other's strengths to the full and utilized the weaknesses as power points. You used your full bodies in fighting. You were familiar with each other's bodies and movements. You grabbed weapons that were strapped to the other's suit. You twisted around each other to reach as many targets as possible. You trained until you perfected it. No flaws. No mistakes. No room for lacunas.

It didn't take long before the last agent was down on the floor. You felt like it was harder to breathe. There was a ringing noise in your ears. Your hand wanted to start shaking. Tears were rushing to your eyes. You were having a panic attack.

Memories of missions and assignments you did throughout your life It all looked like this. You standing above the fallen, waiting for your destiny to be decided by an evil organization that thought of you as an object of killing.

Dugal's voice gave you a sense of where you were and the situation around you. Quickly, you pushed your emotions inside and regained your focus. A trait you learned from your days at Hydra. Human emotions were never well accepted by Hydra.

You shook your head as you looked at Dugal, who was clapping slowly.

"Excellent. Great job." He moved a bit towards the both of you.

"It seems you haven't changed. Still the best." You succeeded in his test.

"You did cost me all the agents in the base. But we will bring more." Dugal was proud of the two assets.

"So it's only us in here?" You were hoping to get a specific answer.

"Yes. Tomorrow, I will bring agents and recruiters. Also, scientists who know how to treat and handle great weapons like you. This will be Hydra's biggest base." Dugal seemed excited for his plan.

However, once the words left his mouth, chaos erupted everywhere.

Bucky caught the shield in his hand as Sam and Steve landed on the ground and attacked Dugal. You and Bucky moved to Nedward and Alexios. Each taking on one.

Cars and vehicles appeared everywhere, lighting up the deserted place.

This was the plan all along.

No matter how much time passed, Hydra's men would always have something in common. They were arrogant. They had an ego big enough for an entire population. And that made them stupid. That made them vulnerable to mistakes.

You and Bucky knew that more than anyone. So the plan was to trick Dugal with your alliance until he was defenceless. It was risky, but it worked.

You only let go of Alexios once handcuffs were secured around his wrists. Same with Bucky and Nedward. You turned to see Sam and Steve holding Dugal until Torres handcuffed him.

"You think you won?" His words were more direct towards you and Bucky.

"You think you can ever escape this? You think you can be free? You are delusional. Hydra will never die." Dugal continued. Torres handcuffed him, letting Steve through him in one of the more armored cars and strapping him more.

"Cut off one head; two more shall take its place. Hail HYDRA!"

Steve closed the door of the car.

They weren't planning to cut off one head. They were planning to burn down the whole bunch. No mercy. No stopping until they were all gone.

Once his voice was muted and you couldn't see him anymore, you couldn't hold up any longer. You sat on the ground, hugging your knees to your chest, trying to get hold of yourself, trying to reconnect, trying to disassociate from what just happened.

Like you, immediately after the car started to move, Bucky threw the mask off his face, finally breathing. He hated everything about this mask. Trapped like an animal behind it. Deprived of any form of humanity.

He prayed he never had to put on again.

"You okay?" Sam asked his friend, worried about the mental toll this whole act may have had on him.

Despite having his nephews being the ones in danger, Sam was against this plan. He cared about you and Bucky dearly and didn't want to know how stepping back into your assassin personas would hurt your healing. You had come a long way.

While your quick response to save his nephews and willingness to do this for them touched his heart immensely, Sam couldn't help but feel like they should come up with something else.

But both of you insisted, and it worked, but was the cost expensive?

Bucky nodded. They were okay physically, at least.

Bucky turned around to see you still sitting on the sandy ground, face in hand. He knew it wasn't just today, but the whole thing. Hydra still haunted you, messing with your progress. He understood.

Bucky sat on the ground next to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling into him and letting you lay in his laps, both of your legs on the side of his thigh. You nuzzled into his neck, holding his gear in your hand. You wanted to disappear in him.

"It's over. You're fine. You are okay. You are safe." Bucky's voice whispered in your ears, the end of his long hair touching your face and his hands wrapping up your back and waist.

You felt the tension leaving your body a bit by bit, making yourself only focus on Bucky's voice and letting yourself breathe. You knew you were surrounded by people, but you didn't care.

You only cared about Bucky right now.

You moved away from Bucky so you could look at him.

"We are okay. We are safe." You said to Bucky.

Because you cared about Bucky more than you cared about yourself. You loved Bucky more than anything. Bucky was the reason you were still alive. Bucky was your everything.

You wanted him to know that he was okay, too. You both survived this. You weren't back in that cell. You were going to your home.

Being the good-hearted person he was, Bucky always felt responsible for you. Even when he was the Winter Soldier. That's how the spark between you kindled. His instincts to protect you and care for you took a big part of him. And that made you fall deeper in love with him.

But you loved him just as much, if not more. You wanted to protect him from the hell you went through. Because he didn't deserve it. None of it.

The bigger burden of today wasn't the possibility of falling back into your old selves. It was the possibility of losing your partner to Hydra and watching them lose themselves once again.

You both came in with one goal. Protect each other to death.

And you succeeded. You were fine.

Bucky looked at you with love pouring out of his eyes. Bucky didn't understand how, after so much evil, he was still able to feel such strong emotions of love and adoration. But you melted him and lived in his heart. You were printed on his soul.

He nodded with a smile. You were okay. He leaned in and kissed you. It was a slow and gentle kiss. A reminder that you were both still yourselves. You were free. You were okay.

"Let's go home." You spoke once the kiss broke.

Home. Bucky was going home to the city he grew up in. He was going home to a place he had chosen to live. He was going home, where he would take a shower and lay on a comfortable bed. Bucky was going with his wife. Bucky was going to hold on as you both got rid of the remains of tonight. Bucky was going to hold you as you both drifted to sleep, dreaming of your future together.

Hydra didn't win. You were okay.

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Summary: Bucky finds you. Everything goes wrong so quickly (yet again). Can Bucky forgive himself for something he blames himself for?

Warnings: language, canon level violence, death, kidnapping, captive, torture, injuries, Bucky’s self-hatred/negative thoughts, fluff

Word Count: 1830

Prompt: "At least it can't get any worse." | Stairs | Concussion | Hammer

A/N: Day 16 of June of Doom by @juneofdoom

Part One

Bucky swears up and down that he’s losing his mind.

When he went to find you in the rubble and ruin of the small restaurant, you weren’t there. He practically tore the place apart looking for you before remembering the necklace he gave you. Anyone else would have deemed it controlling. And in any other circumstances, Bucky would have to agree. Giving your significant other a tracking necklace is a shitty and controlling thing to do. That is unless you were a POW for an extremist group hell bent on making your life suck.

And that is exactly what he is, unfortunately. So instead of ripping him a new one like most people would if the person they had only been dating for a few months decided to get them a fucking tracker, you were willing to hear him out. Right now, he thanks every god above you were willing to listen.

He doesn’t even want to know the lengths that Hydra will go to make you suffer for making the mistake of loving him. If he can just get you home safe, everything will be fine.

He hops on his motorcycle and drives to the spot your tracker is. Worries claw at his brain. What if they discarded the necklace? What if this is a set up? What if he doesn’t make it in time? He forces himself to push those thoughts to the back of his mind.

Worrying won’t save you. Worrying won’t bring you back. He can’t let his emotions get the better of him.

The man that had been delivering punches to your gut and slapping you around froze upon hearing a rumbling sound. Knife in hand, he frowns. “I guess this means we don’t get to finish what we’ve started. Bummer.”

He actually has the nerve to sound disappointed. He sets the knife down along with the other torture devices he had one of his goons bring—which to your horror includes a pair of pliers, a hammer, and many different types of sharp objects. You hear him yell at the men watching to prepare for the Winter Soldier.

You would have corrected him had it been any other circumstance. He is not the Winter Soldier. He is Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. A man worthy of much more respect than it seems they’re willing to give him.

You see your boyfriend stomp down the creaking stairs. He’s pissed. You definitely don’t envy the men surrounding you.

“Let them go, Warrenson.” Bucky’s voice calm and collected, not betraying any emotion. He hasn’t looked at you which you figure is probably a good thing. You don’t want him to lose his cool just because you’ve gotten a good beating.

“We will. As long as you come peacefully in return. Hydra wants their Soldier back.”

Bucky clenches his jaw. He knew that someday you’d be used as leverage. This is why he should never have agreed to go on a date with you. This is why he doesn’t deserve happiness or love. This is why you are better off without him ruining your life. He destroys everything he touches with his dark, infected soul. Nothing good comes from knowing Bucky Barnes.

“I’ll do it,” he mutters. The heart wrenching protest from you begs him to look your way. You sound destroyed and distraught. No, he can’t look at you. It will demolish any and all of his resolve—what’s left of it anyway.

“Bucky, no! Don’t do this, please! No! I’m not worth it, okay?”

His heart shatters like the most fragile glass or porcelain, his soul crushed with the weight of a thousand suns. How could you say that you aren’t worth it. He’d burn the world for you.

“Shut that bitch up!” a man orders. A sharp throbbing pain erupts at the back of your head. You cry out, and Bucky loses all of his resolve. No one fucking hurts his babydoll and gets away with it. No one.

Bodies dropped like flies in the blink of an eye. Now you have always known that Bucky is skilled, but… well, let’s just say you are surprised.

He rushes over to you and releases you from your restraints. He looks over your body, relief nearly palpable to see that you had no major visible injuries. He had seen the hammer and pliers along with a plethora of knives. He’s just glad he got here in time because if he didn’t… he doesn’t want to even think of what they could’ve done to you.

You saw the far off look in Bucky’s eyes. You knew he is probably coming up with some way to blame himself for all of this. Your hands reach to grab his face. His eyes refocus on you, feeling your gentle hands with their delicate touch. You smile at him, not paying any mind to the throbbing of your skull.

“I’m okay, Buck, it’s fine.”

He frowns. His brows furrow deeply. Nothing about this is fine. He’s sure that your ribs are coloured purple and he can hear a sight slurring in your voice.

“Baby? I need you to tell me if anything is hurting real bad. Did they hit your head real bad?”

“Hmm?” You think for a bit. Maybe they did, you’re not really sure anymore. “I think so?”

“How does your head feel?”

“Mmm… kinda like someone is takin’ a hammer to it. It hurts, Buck… I wanna go t’sleep.”

“No, no, no, stay awake for me, c’mon. Let’s get you outta here.”

He hauls you up onto unsteady feet. You kinda just wanna stay there, maybe take a quick little nap. That should be fine, right? But Bucky told you not to. You frown. This is a dilema.

You stumble your way up the stairs and say, “At least it can’t get any worse.”

He smiles, or at least tries to… it’s more like a grimace, at your attempt to brighten the situation.

Turns out you spoke too soon, however.

The stairs groan under you before both you and Bucky are plunging through the wood. You hear a high pitched scream. Then you realise it’s you making that god awful noise.

Bucky curses under his breath as the wood gives way to both your weight. He wraps his body around yours, taking the brunt of the fall. He can’t let you get hurt more.

The wind is knocked out of him as his back collided with the ground. A piece of wood stabs through his torso, and he grits his teeth as you come down on top of him.

“Baby?” His voice is breathy. You whimper, terrified out of your wits. “I’m so sorry, doll. Can… can you reach in my pocket? Grab my phone and dial… dial Sam.”

You reach down and accidentally hit the wood post that’s sticking out of him. His groan is so guttural, even in your haze, your brain panics. You try to look down, but Bucky can’t let that happen. You’re only going to panic more. “Keep your eyes on me, m’kay?”

You nod, instantly regretting it. “Babe?” Bucky questions, seeing you wince.

“’m fine,” you insist, lowering your hand, being more careful this time around.

You make contact with the brick that he calls his phone and pull up Sam’s number. You make a joke about not knowing how to work the old thing, but Bucky thinks you’re serious. He goes to grab the phone, but you indignantly pull it away from his grasp. “Was a joke, Barnes. I’m perfectly capable…”

You were gonna say more, but it is so much work to talk. Maybe you should have convinced Bucky to let you nap. Then you wouldn’t be on top of him in a hole under some stupid stairs.

“Bucky? What’s up? I thought you were on a date.”

“I’s me Sammy,” you giggle. Why are you giggling? Nothing makes sense anymore.

The man on the other end of the phone groans. “Please tell me he didn’t get you plastered. Did you try to out drink him? Cause I tried that once… that was not a fun morning.”

“No… we’re under the stairs, Sammy.”

“Under the stairs? What stairs? Why—“

“You ask too many questions,” you mumble, half of the sentence jumbling together. Black starts to creep into the corners of your vision. “Think I gonna take nap now.”

Sam furrows his brows, hearing Bucky yell at you to stay awake. “Sam! Listen to me, you need to come help we’re both injured—“

You gasp, “Bucky hurt?”

He can’t stop you from looking down. Your gasp is so loud he can barely hear Sam muttering to him over the phone.

“Doll, hand the phone to me,” he demands. Tears form in your pretty eyes, seeing the wood sticking out of your boyfriend.

“But.. you hurt.”

He sighs, “Yes, but I need the phone so someone can save us.”

You nod, tears dripping down your face. Your heart is beating like a hummingbird is in your chest. You press your hand against it, crying out in pain. Your head hurts so bad. So does your stomach and ribs. You just want to go to sleep.

You don’t remember exactly when Sam showed up. But he is here now with a full team of firefighters and medics. The firefighters extract you both, though it takes more work to get Bucky out.

The next thing you know, you’re waking up in a hospital. Sam somehow convinced the medical staff to let you and Bucky share a room, knowing that you both need each other.

When Bucky wakes up, he is panicking. His panic settles when he sees you safe and sound in bed. His gut twists seeing the ugly purple bruises on your face. This is all his fault. He should have never got himself involved with you. Your life was better without him in it. He ruined you like he ruins everything.

“Bucky?”

He focuses on your voice. Tears blurring your figure. “Yeah?” He doesn’t deserve to call you any pet names. He doesn’t deserve to call you his. He doesn’t deserve you.

“You can stop that negative self-thinking right now.” You glare at him.

“But—“

“No buts!” you interrupt. “I’m too selfish to let you leave me cause you’re scared you’re gonna hurt me. To be honest, I’ll be more hurt if you leave me than if someone were to kidnap me again. My abandonment issues can’t take much more, so if you–”

“You deserve better–“

“Don’t give me that bullshit. I want you god dammit! Why can’t you understand that I love you?”

His eyes grow wide at your outburst. And your words. That was the first time you said you loved him. He thinks he could get addicted.

“You… you love me?”

“Yes! I didn’t think you were that oblivious! I’m in love with you, James Buchanan Barnes.”

Tears form in his eyes. “I… I love you too…”

You smirk at him. “You better.”

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[bcolfanfic]

everytime i listen to picture me better by weyes blood i can't help but think of young vets buck and bucky. my heart hurt everytime i think of those boys. you've written them so perfectly. <3

what are some songs you associate with either of them?

heyy sorry it took me so long to get to this (and everything else in my box)- it’s finals szn at my law school and my brain is gonna be at like- total capacity till next thursday at 5pm central time. buttttt. i am big music as a story mood setter person so lotsss of thoughts. gonna focus on young vets au here, but i can make another similar post for show canon if ppl like this? im biggg into oldies music so that would actually be fun to me!

disclaimer: re: the young vets au the “veterans” part of the story takes place starting in august 2021 after the us pulled out of afghanistan. If you see a song and think “but wait that didn't come out until this year so they couldn't listen to that in 2022/2023” simply work with me here and don’t think that <3 LOL.

bucky

biggg zach bryan person and i think in general really likes that specific niche of “new age” country music. gets *irritated* by the hardcore conservative military country music lmfao, those vets that go hard in the sand for songs like courtesy of the red white and blue? not his people. that song gives him hives. also a big fleetwood mac guy, just scratches an itch on his brain. likes florence + the machine too.

east side of sorrow - zach bryan

i lost friends in the august heat / at night it was God I'd always meet / i said, "Lord, won't you bring me home? / i've got women in the west i wanna hold

oklahoma smokeshow - zach bryan

there's so much whiskey in his coke it'll make her nose bend / but she swears that his love is a damn God send / she's known God since she was a child

el dorado - zach bryan

you used to say you'd settle down / but that kind girl from school in town /she was gone before you got back home

to El Dorado, hell if I know if you're still alive /there's a note in the glovebox in your drive / El Dorado, hell if they know the difference in a hero / and a man i wish was still by my side

burn, burn, burn - zach bryan

i wanna be a child climbin' trees somewhere / breathin' in the fresh outside air / before I knew this life was unkind

you should probably leave - chris stapleton

sun on your skin, 6 am /and i been watchin' you sleep / and honey, i'm so afraid you're gonna wake up and say / that you should probably leave

me against the mountain - ian munsick

it’s me against the mountain / most days the mountain wins / but i’ll meet you tonight my love or i’ll meet my end / either way an angel’s waitin when i fought this fight

painkillers - rainbow kitten surprise

living just comes with a bit of heartache / heartache comes with a bit of young faith / faith stays young till your heart get broken / hope grows up to become someday / i never hurt no one and no one will ever hurt me / i believe i believe i believe i believe

motorcycle - colter wall

well, i figure i'll buy me a motorcycle / wrap her pretty little frame around a telephone pole / ride her off a mountain like old arlo

physco - jack kittel

don't hand me johnny's pup, mama / 'cause i might squeeze him too tight / i'm having crazy dreams again, mama

go your own way - fleetwood mac

if i could / baby, i’d give you my world / open up / everything's waiting for you

third eye - florence + the machine

i'm the same / i'm the same / i'm trying to change

astrovan - mt. joy

he said son you're famous in heaven / maybe you're famous in heaven / maybe there is no heaven / maybe we're all along together now / but i don't wanna see those tears again / you know Jesus drives an astrovan

gold dust woman - fleetwood mac

take your silver spoon, dig your grave / heartless challenge / pick your path and i'll pray

all these things that i’ve done - the killers

i got soul / but i'm not a solider

between me and you - brandon flowers

the first time that i saw your face / time stood still / i found my place / now i'm watching it tear out of my arm

gale

listens to zach bryan for bucky but his country music niche is more on the tyler childers side of things. likes older music too bc it’s what his mom would play around the house and he finds it comforting. i think he likes pop music more than bucky does lol, bucky ribs him a lil about some of it but he finds it endearing. the taste they share the most i think is the fleetwood mac and the killers/brandon flowers stuff.

follow you to virgie - tyler childers

back when all us boys were tryin' / to make sense of all these string / i can see her in the corner / singing along to all our crazy dreams

coal - tyler childers

so sometimes, i imagine that I'm getting pretty close to hell / and in my darkest hour, i cry out to the Lord / he says, "keep on a-mining, boy, 'cause that's why you were born

nose on the grindstone - tyler childers

well daddy, i've been tryin', i just can't catch a break / there's too much in this world that i can't seem to shake / but i remember your words, lord, they bring me the chills / keep your nose on the grindstone and out of the pills

folsom prison blues - johnny cash

i bet there's rich folks eatin' from a fancy dinning car /they're prob'ly drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars / well i know i had it comin' i know i can't be free / but those people keep a movin' and that's what tortures me

old rugged cross - alan jackson (i’ve made a woowoo post about this before/bucky being gale’s cross to carry but. in my mind he listens to this on the drive home when bucky’s in the hospital. has to pull over to cry a lil. sweet boy.)

to the old rugged cross i will ever be true / it's shame and reproach gladly bear

where we’ll never grow old - johnny cash

when our work here is done / and our life's crown is won / and out troubles and trials are o'er / all our sorrows will end / and our voices will blend / with the loved ones who've gone on before

(sittin on’) the dock of the bay - otis redding

sittin' here resting my bones / and this loneliness won't leave me alone / it's two thousand miles i roamed / just to make this dock my home

wouldn’t it be nice - the beach boys

oh we could be married / and then we'd be happy / woudn't it be nice?

the chain - fleetwood mac

listen to the wind blow, down comes the night / running in the shadows / damn your love / damn your lies

romeo and juliet - the killers

i can't do the talk like the talk on the TV / and i can't do a love song like the way it's meant to be / i can't do everything but i'd do anything for you / i can't do anything except be in love with you

xo - beyonce

in the darkest night hour (in the darkest night hour) / i'll search through the crowd (i'll search through the crowd) / your face is all that i see / i'll give you everything

if i ain't got you - alicia keys

said nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing / if i ain't got you with me, baby

sweet escape - gwen stefani

come on let's bounce / counting on you to turn me around / instead of clowning around / let's look for some common ground

come on over baby - christina aguilera

now baby don't be shy / you better cross the line / i'm gonna love you right / all i want is you

the clock was tickin’ - brandon flowers

jackie flips the pages and she dreams little dreams / a cottage in the country built with real wood beams / there's a baby in the bedroom, he's starting to scream / she holds him though he probably won't remember it

[warriorofthought]

First Date

Summary: Biker Bucky takes you out on a date in a cute restaurant

Word count: 2548

Warnings: no one

Biker Bucky x Reader

This is the second part to "A rescue and a ride home" but can also be read without having read the first part.

An hour before the mentioned time you are almost ready with your outfit, only your shoes are missing, you have decided to put on your sneakers to your simple but still classic Outfit. You put on a very warm Sweater so that you don't have to take a jacket with you and a shirt underneath, in case it gets too warm, you can still take off the sweater.

A few minutes before seven you hear a motorcycle stop in front of your house and when you look at the clock again, your watch reaches seven and the doorbell rings. Right on time. You quickly run to the door, grab your small bag and put on your sneakers. Then you open the door and a bouquet of flowers appears. Purple roses.

They are beautiful. 

"Bucky?" With a grin, Bucky comes out from behind the bouquet.

Your eyes travel over his figure. He's wearing his leather jacket from yesterday, which, by the way, looks great on him. Dark gray jeans and a dark blue colored hoodie highlight his eyes even more. All things considered, he looks just as handsome as he did yesterday, just a little more fixed up today.

"Hi Y/n, these are for you, I hope you're not allergic to them and you like them?"

"Thanks Bucky, they're beautiful and I'm not allergic to the flowers, I'll put them in a vase, wait for a few seconds alright?"

"Of course, I'll wait here."

You take the flowers and quickly run into the kitchen with them and fill up a vase with some water before putting the flowers in. Then you remember what the flowers mean, the message the purple rose is sending is "love at first sight" does that mean he likes you, really likes you. Your heart stops for a moment at the thoughts and starts racing with joy and a big grin graces your face, which you can't suppress.

Then you run quickly to the front door again. When you get there, you already see that Bucky is waiting for you on his motorcycle. This time he has an extra helmet for you. You like that very much. In case of an accident, his head is protected as well. You lock your front door and put your key in your purse as you walk up to Bucky.

He hands you the second helmet and puts on his. Then he looks to see if you need help putting yours on and helps you close it, checking to make sure it fits properly. 

"And are you excited, y/n"

"Yes, I am. How about you, Bucky?"

"Me too, pretty lady." 

At this you have to chuckle for a moment. 

Bucky smirks and sits down on the bike, then taps his thigh and you sit behind him.

After that you hold on to him again as he starts the engine and the two of you drive off.

You don't drive too long, then Bucky stops at a cozy little restaurant. Bucky turns off the engine. Then you get off and take your helmet off, Bucky does the same, then Bucky stuffs the helmets away.

As you take a better look at the Restaurant from outside, you notice Bucky reaching for your hand. Surprised at the gesture, you look first at your joined hands, then at him. 

"Is...is that okay?" Comes softly from him.

"Uh, yeah, it's fine." Your cheeks turn pink and your heart does a little skip with joy.

You see your answer bring a satisfied grin to his face and he tightens his grip on your hand a little, then pulls you to the front door of the restaurant. 

As he opens it for you, you hear a soft melody coming from inside. Buck follows you inside and leads you to a corner table by the window. Then an elderly lady approaches you both.

"Bucky, my dear, it's good to have you back." She pulls Bucky into her arms, he has a gentle smile on his face and hugs her back. You like the sight very much. 

When her gaze lingers on you, she lets go of Bucky again.

"Who is that pretty lady you brought, did you finally find a proper wife or is she your girlfriend? Then you could have introduced me to the pretty thing earlier" 

" This is y/n and she's not my girlfriend, not yet, so I would like to call her a girlfriend already, but we're just on a date to get to know each other and stuff? " Bucky gets confused while talking and becomes nervous, looking over at you uncertainly. You decide to help him out. 

"Hi nice to meet you, I'm y/n, maybe soon Bucky's girlfriend too if he's really serious." You smile kindly at the lady and hold out your hand to her, but before you can react she pulls you into her arms.

"I would love that, I'm Susie, nice to meet you, so what will it be for you, should I get the menu or do you already know, Bucky?"

"I already know, 2 times number 17 and once 44 and 97 for dessert and 2 cokes."

"Good choice my dear"

You and Bucky have an exciting conversation until the food comes. You ask him how he lives and he tells you about his crew and that he makes pretty good money as a mechatronics engineer with his own garage. You tell him what you do for a living and that your parents live in another city and that you moved here for your education and now stay here for work. 

Bucky ordered your favorite dish as the main meal, which totally surprises you and it turns out to be his favorite dish as well. For dessert we have a chocolate cake and a white chocolate cupcake. Both look stunningly delicious. You are delighted. 

You two enjoy it, you are drinking from your coke when Susie comes back and takes the big plates away from you both because they are empty, now you only have the two small plates with the cakes with 2 forks each so four.

"Y/n , I didn't know exactly which of the two cakes you would like better, that's why I took both because I think these are the best ones Susie makes and you should definitely have tasted them."

You have to chuckle for a second and think about which one to try to eat first.

"I can't decide Bucky, they both look so yummy." You pout.

"Then try them both, love," surprised, you look at him and see that he has gone red in the face because of what slipped out.

You have to suppress a giggle as he looks so cute. 

"You'll have to eat from both of them too then, Bucky". 

He nods at you and takes the first bite of the chocolate cake with his fork, you of the other. 

As you chew the piece in your mouth you can hardly believe your taste buds. It tastes so good. You immediately try the chocolate cake as well and it tastes just as delicious. 

When you've both finished eating, Bucky smiles at you. 

"Those two cakes are almost like a sin, but I'm glad I got to share them with you." 

"Oh, yeah, they're fantastic!" you agree.

You see that Bucky grabs his serviette and then he reaches for your face, he holds it gently and removes the chocolate sauce that has gotten lost on your cheek. 

"Oh, thank you"

"You're welcome" you notice the heat rising in your cheeks, but Bucky is still looking into your eyes with fascination and you can't manage to tear your eyes away from his, they hold you trapped.

"You're so beautiful, y/n," Bucky whispers, as if the moment would vanish if he said it louder.

Realizing he's still holding you, Bucky quickly lets go of you, nearly knocking over his glass in the process. You both have to laugh amused but happy. 

Then you talk some more and he also tells you what his full name is. You like his full name very much and you actually tease him a bit with it, which he likes, but doesn't admit.

When Bucky has to go to the bathroom for a minute, Susie comes out from behind the counter and comes up to you and speaks to you lovingly.

"You know, you're special to Bucky, even though this is a bit quick and this is very short notice with the two of you, I can tell you that Bucky is definitely serious about you. Bucky's eyes lit up when he looked at you just now and also when he talked about you this morning, he really likes you a lot, I've never seen that look on him before, but I know it from my husband and I can tell you that look is just dripping with affection and love. Bucky is serious, even though he may have made his life a bit dangerous with his biker crew, he wants to protect you and above all love you unconditionally if you allow him to." 

"Are you sure about that?" 

"Yes, very much actually, I've known Bucky since he was little and you mean the world to him since he met you yesterday, he's never been as happy as he is with you now the two of you were here and when he told me about you. "

"Wow."

Before she can say anything else, Bucky comes back from the bathroom.

Susie disappears behind her counter again and Bucky signals her after he sits down that we want the bill. 

"So what were you two talking about?"

"Ah, nothing much, she just told me she's known you since you were little and you used to be cute as a button." You giggle at the thought of a little boy eating Susie's chocolate cakes, but you don't tell him the rest of the conversation between you and Susie.

As it is getting late, you say goodbye to Susie after paying the bill. Then you both walk over to Bucky's motorcycle.

"Y/n, do you have to get up early tomorrow?"

"No, why?"

"I'd have another surprise, but we had to drive there, would that be okay with you, or would you prefer me to drive you home?"

" I...I'd like to see the surprise, Buck" 

"Good, that is good"

He hands you your helmet and he takes his and you both put it on. Then Bucky checks to make sure you have it on right and gets on the motorcycle. You get on the back. Then the two of you ride off. 

During the ride Bucky sometimes lets one of his hands wander to yours on his belly and you intertwine your hands. What brings the butterflies in your stomach again and again to fly around.

After you have been driving for a while you arrive at a mountain. Next to it flows a small river. You park at the foot of the mountain and together you start walking up. Bucky grabs your hand as you walk up the mountain and together you walk hand in hand up the mountain. 

At the top, you sit down on a bench. Then you let your eyes wander. From the mountain you can see down on the city and its lights sparkle at you both. A stunning sight. As you let your gaze wander against the sky, you see that the stars are shining extra bright today. 

"Beautiful aren't they?" you breathe into the evening air.

"Yes, indeed, beautiful." Looking over at Bucky, you see that he meant you, not the stars, as he was watching you.

Slightly, you smile. You've never smiled so much in your life.

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As you watch the lights for a while you notice a cold wind coming up and goosebumps form on your skin. Now you curse that you didn't take a jacket with you.

Before you can say anything to Bucky or turn to him, you feel him put something around your shoulders. When you look up you see that it is his jacket and he himself has moved closer to you.

"We wouldn't want you to freeze to death with such a beautiful sight."  He breathes softly into your ear and pulls his jacket a little tighter around your body before he sits close enough to you that you can feel his body heat. Immediately, you feel warmer already.

You smile and close your eyes, just listening to the sounds of the city streets. The wind was blowing lightly in your face and moving one of your hair strands.  Bucky felt the need to touch them, knowing they would be soft on his fingers.

You caught him staring at you, a blush creeping up on your cheeks, but he didn't take his eyes off you and this time he stared into your eyes.

 "You look beautiful when you blush," Bucky admitted.

 "Thank you."

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After midnight Bucky decides to drive you home as it is getting colder and colder and also in the city, the lights are going out more and more.

In front of your house Bucky stops. You get off, take off your helmet and give it back. Then quickly without Bucky noticing what you do you quickly smell his jacket again and get Bucky soft and yet rustic leather scent in the nose. You take off the jacket and give it back to Bucky. He doesn't want to put it on but you force him to take it back because it's his jacket and you are in front of your house. Then Bucky escorts you to the front door.

 "I really enjoyed our date, Y/N," he admitted. 

 "I'd like to ask you out again.  Of course, only if you really want to."

You nodded your head in agreement.  "Yes, that sounds like a very good idea."

You knew you couldn't let him walk out of your life. He had fascinated you in so many ways tonight that the thought of never seeing him again seemed impossible in your mind. You just wanted to keep him until the very ending.  This date shouldn't be the only one you guys have. You wanted more.  And you were willing to do anything to spend more time with him.

Bucky pulled his hand out of yours to push a strand of hair behind your ear.  That single light touch was enough to make you feel your heart beating wildly in your chest.

Then Bucky takes another step closer to you and rests his forehead against yours. The two of you can smell each other because of it. You two are so close that you can feel each other's breath slide over each other's skin.

"Thank you for giving me a chance for this date."

"You're welcome, it was a great night, Bucky." 

"You really should go in now, y/n"

"I should, I really should," you whisper, not really wanting to tear yourself away from him.

"Good night, y/n"

"Good night Buck, get home safe."

"Go on" Bucky pushes you towards the door. You unlock it and wave goodbye to him again with a smile before disappearing into the house. This has been a wonderful evening.

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Just Bucky, bragging about his boyfriend, Sam, Captain America, to a bunch of amused heroes at the New Avengers Campus right outside of New Orleans as he waits near his motorcycle for Sam to finish his day at work.

[kaunis-sielu]

Crossing

Steve finds the envelope shoved under the kickstand of his bike. It’s a normal, white envelope but it’s a bit lumpier than a normal envelope would be. Steve gently pulls it from where it’s under the kickstand and tears it open.

Inside he finds several pictures.

Of you.

You’d been his secret, for a while now, that only Bucky had known about. You lived two towns over, only a twenty minute ride if Steve went the speed limit, which he sometimes did.

He absolutely isn’t going the speed limit now, not as he races toward your job. The photos are shoved into the pocket on the side of his motorcycle.

His saddle bags as you tease him. If they’ve laid a hand on you he’s gonna rip the fuckers in half. He pulls up to the door of the bank you work at, driving his motorcycle up onto the sidewalk. He stalks inside, not removing the gun from the middle of his back despite the sign that asks him to do so. Hydra won’t, so neither will he.

He ignores the woman at the front who looks up to greet him, her smile freezing on her face when she sees the look on his. He growls your name then moves to where your desk is. Where you should be but aren’t.

“Becca. Where is she?” He asks Bucky’s sister and your favorite coworker.

“Bathroom? What’s wrong?”

“He throws the envelope on her desk and a couple of the photos fall out. The bright red x over your body still makes him a little sick to his stomach.

“Oh. Oh my god. I’ll go get her.”

“Quickly.” He snaps and she nods scurrying away. He gathers up the photos and shoves them back inside his jacket pocket. He can feel eyes on him, not surprising because he’s never come to your work. Why would he? He’d wanted to keep you safe and a secret. When your round the corner in front of Becca your worried gaze immediately snaps to his.

“Steve?” God you look so pretty, you’ve got a blue floral dress on with a pair of nude heels that make your legs look so long.

“Hi Sweetheart. Family emergency.” He says glancing down at Becca’s desk. He thought he’d gotten them all cleaned up before you’d gotten here, looks like he missed one. Your eyes follow his gaze and your mouth drops into a surprised little ‘o’

“Steve?” You breathe, the horror evident in your voice.

“It’s okay Sweetheart,” he says as you round the desk and wrap your arms around him. He holds you tightly to him, “we need to go.”

“Go?”

“I need to get you somewhere safe.” He says softly, before dropping a kiss to your head.

“I can’t just leave.” You whisper and Steve hums lowly.

“Sweetheart, you know that you don’t need this job. You know that I can provide for you. Why can’t you leave?”

“I- I just can’t.” You say lamely but Steve knows that you know he’s right. He can, quite easily, provide for you and you know this. But you’ve always balked, enjoying the freedom that your own job provides, enjoying the work you do with the coworkers you get along with so well.

“Sweetheart. They know about you. Hydra isn’t like The Irons or The Howlies. I gotta get you to the clubhouse. You’ll be safe there.”

“Not home?”

“No Sweetheart,” his grip tightens on you as a man comes stalking over.

“What’s going on here?”

“Oh,” you move slightly back from Steve, he’s reluctant to let you go but he does. “Mr. Quill, this is Steve.”

“Her husband.”

“Husband?” This Mr. Quill repeats, “She doesn’t wear a ring.”

“I have a dangerous job.” Steve says with a frown at the other man. “Besides, what’s it to you?” He feels you tense, when he looks down at you it suddenly clicks who this asshole is. “Sweetheart?”

“Yea.” You affirm his unanswered question.

“I’m taking my wife, we have a family emergency. I’m also taking Becca.”

“You don’t get to make that decision.”

“Actually, I do.” Steve growls moving his leather jacket just slightly over so that Quill sees the butt of his gun. You, thank god, don’t seem to notice the move but Quill does, and so does Becca who narrows her eyes at Steve.

“Fine. You’re both fired.” He snaps before storming away and you blink after him in shock.

“What the fuck Steve!” Becca cries, “I need this job!”

“No you don’t.” Steve growls, “Get your shit. We gotta go.” He says not letting go of your hand, you grab the couple of things off of your desk that are yours and Becca grabs them and your purse from you.

“I’ll take them. I’ll drive.” She offers, Steve nods wanting to keep you close until he can get you safe. You go outside with him and freeze when you hear a bike on it’s way toward you.

“Shit.” Steve swears softly, “Baby get in the car and get down.”

“That’s Bucky.” Becca says, “I know his bike anywhere.” Sure enough a few moments later Bucky comes rolling into the parking lot.

“Glad you’re already here. Thought I’d come lend a hand.” Bucky says and Steve nods, he swings one of his legs over his bike and then holds out a hand to help you on too. Once your arms are wrapped around his waist Steve pulls out of the parking lot, it’s only about a fifteen minute drive to the club house.

He goes faster than he should but with a hit out on you he doesn’t give a fuck. Hell, if the cops were to try and pull him over now he’d let them chase you all the way to the club house. When he pulls into the club house’s garage he closes the garage and once you’re both off the bike he pulls you to him again. He’ll never, ever, get over the feeling of your softer body against his, and how right it feels.

“You gonna tell me what that is about?” You ask him before his lips drop to yours.

“You’ve been threatened.” He tells you softly, “I needed to get you safe until I can figure out who is after you.”

“Sam knows who. He saw who put the envelope under your stand and followed them.” Bucky says stalking over and passing his phone to Steve.

“That fucker,” Steve sneers, “is a dead man.” John Walker has been a pain in his ass since day one. “Is Sam?”

“Yea.”

“Get him.”

“Yep.” Steve doesn’t even have to finish his thoughts with Bucky, as usual they’re on the same page.

“I’ll be there eventually.” He tells Bucky glancing down at where you’re buried in his side.

“Kay.” Becca goes inside and Bucky climbs back on his bike then roars off, the garage door closing behind him.

“Sweetheart. You okay?”

“What the fuck is going on Steve? You know who it is?”

“Yea, John Walker. That new guy that was irritating the fuck outta you at the last family gathering.”

“Why would he-?”

“Don’t worry.” Steve says cutting you off, “He’s a dead man walking.” You look up at him, worry in your eyes and Steve sighs softly. “I’ll be safe Baby.”

“You better be, or I’ll kill you myself.” You warn him and he gives you a soft smile before kissing you again.

“Stay in the house with Becca. She’s got her conceal and carry if she needs to use it she will.” He’s still not thrilled that you won’t let him get you a gun but he’s not gonna fight it right now.

“Come home to me.” You whisper clinging to the lapels of his coat, “come back safe.”

“Always Sweetheart.” He tells you kissing you one last time before opening the garage, straddling his bike and heading out. He glances over his shoulder at the garage and sees it closing as he rides down the street.

He beats Walker within an inch of his life. Then he kills him and leaves the body for Bucky and Sam to take care of. He wants to get home to you but he’s got one more thing to take care of before he does.

He waits. He’s going to be here when that fucking bastard comes home and he’s going to make him pay, maybe not with his life it’ll depend on how pissed off Steve gets. The car pulls into the driveway, Steve slips into the garage without being seen and when Peter Quill gets out of his car Steve moves slamming the smaller man up against the wall.

“You thought I wouldn’t find out huh?” He growls and Quill has the decency to pale under Steve’s furious glare. “Thought you could threaten my wife and then act like you didn’t know who her protector is?”

“I-I don’t-” he whimpers and Steve growls,

“Lie to me again. I fucking dare you.” Quill doesn’t say anything. “Run. And don’t come back or I’ll kill you.” When Quill doesn’t move Steve asks, “Do you doubt me?”

“No.”

“Then fucking go. You threatened my life, Walker doesn’t get a second chance. Do not mistake this for weakness or mercy. It’s a threat, come back and die.” Quill practically sprints into the house and Steve stalks back to his bike.

“Tony. If he’s not gone in two hours, kill him.”

“Yup.” Tony agrees sounding bored but his eyes are locked on the house. Steve makes his way back to the clubhouse and to you.

You’re in his arms before he’s even got the door closed.

“Bucky was back three hours ago! Where have you been?”

“Taking care of a loose end Baby. It’s all good. It’s over.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yea, positive.” He murmurs then presses a kiss to your lips, “I got you Baby.”

“I know.” You murmur before kissing him and Steve knows, without a doubt, that he’d do whatever it takes to keep you safe.

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[hiddles-and-skittles]

Ride

Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,585

Summary: Gatherings can't be that bad, right? Especially if your boyfriend convinces you to ditch early for a ride home on his motorcycle. It's just unfortunate he's gotta rile you up beforehand.. .

Warnings: 18+, kinda masturbation/edging by motorcycle???, teasing, pet names; sweetheart, doll, cocky Bucky (what? He's definitely a warning)

Notes: This idea came to me and I absolutely could NOT put it down. I don't typically write smut or anything along those lines, so any feedback is appreciated! This is way out of my comfort zone😅

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"Come on, Sam is waiting on us."

You roll your eyes and dramatically throw yourself back on the bed. "Yeah well, Sam can wait. I don't even want to be there."

"And you think I do?" He calls to you, pulling on his gloves and nearly stomping back towards your room.

"Bucky, I don't want to go." He stands in your doorway and you pout at him, making him sigh.

He cocks an eyebrow at you. "I know. But who says we gotta stay all night?" At this, you raise up from your mopey position. "We make an appearance, talk to Sam for a little while, then get lost in the crowd and disappear. He won't even notice."

You hum thoughtfully. "Good point." You swing your legs over the bed and slip into your Converse shoes, plastering a smile to your face and gleefully skipping due to the fact you'll get to leave early.

Sam was having a reunion party with some buddies from his Afghanistan tours. It was a huge event downtown, but neither you nor Bucky was a big fan of crowds. So the two of you only considered going in support of Sam.

Bucky stopped on the apartment complex's steps, narrowing his eyes at an empty parking spot. "He took my bike."

You snorted. "Cab it is."

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Shortly you arrive at the event and he opens the cab door for you, his knuckles grazing down your arm to catch your hand in his. The action sends a shudder through your body and he smirks, stopping to give you a scheming look.

"What?" you ask him, furrowing your eyebrows and squeezing his hand.

"Nothing," he simpers.

You decide to be suspicious of him for the rest of the evening.

There are a plethora of people but you both advance through the crowd in search of Sam, Bucky stopping you to point out that Sam is quite preoccupied. He nudges you towards the most empty table he can find so you can sit down. On either side of you both is an empty seat, and the rest of the chairs are filled by half-drunk, burly men sporting drinks.

One of them turns to you and introduces himself and his comrades. A few of them take quick note of Bucky's name, quoting something Sam has mentioned about him before then thanking Bucky for his service. You wrap your arm around his middle and look up at him with pride, nuzzling yourself closer to your soldier.

You're both quiet as the vets around you continue their chatter about their best times, their laughter making the atmosphere light. You have to admit, you might actually be enjoying yourself. You're lost in a story about a guy teaching his kid how to hot wire a car when a hand squeezes your thigh.

Your knee immediately jerks and hits the table and you have to bite your bottom lip to stifle a yelp. A few heads turn in your direction and as you feel the warmth spreading to your face, you feign a sneeze, apologizing for the interruption. Bucky remains dead panned, although the sides of his mouth subtly quirk up. You glare at him. "Bless you, sweetheart," he patronizes. You shift uncomfortably as the men return to their conversations.

His hand makes its way back to your thigh and you inhale sharply through your nose. "Bucky," you whimper, swallowing hard.

"Gotta keep quiet for me, doll, or I'll stop," he tuts lowly. Instinctively you spread your legs a little to make enough room for his hand. Your breath hitches as he circles your clit with his middle finger, lightly tracing down your clothed mound. You curse yourself for wearing jeans, because the thickness of the denim heavily affects the way he feels against you.

But you want more.

He presses harder until Sam struts over to the table, and Bucky innocuously throws his arm around your shoulder. You huff in frustration and he chuckles.

"Surprised you two haven't left yet," Sam laughs, sipping a beer and slapping a hand over Bucky's shoulder.

"Why would we do that?" Bucky asks sarcastically.

Sam rolls his eyes playfully. "Stay awhile, enjoy the sunset and have a drink. They're all on the house." You both pause in thought. "I knew that would convince you!"

"Well," you start. "The sky is gorgeous right now. Maybe just one drink till the sun sets."

Someone then calls for Sam and he excuses himself, telling you he'll see you back at home later. You watch him disappear into the crowd, reality hitting you that you're still worked up from Bucky's teasing. And all it takes is a devious look from him to get you riled up again. You shoot up from your seat to thank the vets around you for their service, and tell them that it was nice to meet them, but you have some personal matters to attend to at home. Bucky follows suit, grabbing your hand.

You try to push your way through the crowd without an obvious, horny spring in your step, and as you pass by a table, Bucky fishes a beer with his free hand without stopping.

"I'll call the cab back here and we can-"

"No."

"What?" You stop in your tracks and Bucky lets go of you, continuing to walk to where his motorcycle is parked. He beckons you over with a crooked finger as he mounts the bike, and you fold your arms over your chest, cocking an eyebrow.

"What? It's not like he'll be able to drive tonight anyway." He foots the kick stand, placing his beer in the back compartment then bringing his hands up to twist around the handlebars. "Come on, let's go watch the sunset."

"The-the sunset?" You ask incredulously.

"What? You said it was pretty, let's go get a closer look." Your eye twitches at his feigned ignorance.

"Bucky I swear to god if you don't take me right now-"

He grins. "Then I just won't take you at all." He revs the engine once to accentuate his threat and you groan. "Come on or I'll leave you."

"Fine."

You march over to him and swing your leg over the bike, nestling yourself into his back and situating your hands on top of his shoulders. The engine roars to life, the heads of onlookers catching your eye and in one swift motion he kicks it into gear and you're off.

The winds whips your hair and licks at your face, causing you to constantly tear it away from your eyes. Once free, you take in the view before you, ever amazed at how the sun sets on the water; the sky glows with an orange and pink hue, making it look like a painting. And for a moment you forget about your throbbing lower half until you shift to get a little more comfortable on the seat and oh. Oh.

Your hands impulsively tighten around his shoulders and your jaw goes slack, gasping as the vibration from the motorcycle hits just the right spot. You let out a light moan and no sooner clap a hand over your mouth, hoping Bucky hasn't heard you. Your head slumps forward on his back.

"You good back there?" He yells over his shoulder.

"Y-yeah! Uh-all good!" you wheeze, attempting not to sound too out of sorts. The street is bare as he stops at a red light, and you try to breathe so as not to let the pleasure overtake you. It's not that you don't want to let go, it's just that you know you'll never hear the end of it from him of you do.

When the light turns green, he revs the engine so many times you lose count. Your mind is swirling in ecstacy and you start to pant faster, clinging onto Bucky for dear life as you near your release.

You screw your eyes shut, the coil finally snapping while you bite down harshly on the shoulder of his leather jacket. By this point you're unabashedly gasping and moaning, your hips bucking wildly into the seat as your clit is overstimulated to the point it hurts.

You pray for the ride to your apartment to end while he speeds up, causing you to sob into the waves of pleasure the vibrations are granting you. You claw mindlessly at his torso until he finally slows to a stop, and you catch your breath to come to your senses. You can't help the nagging, coherent thought that the ride home had taken a lot longer than usual and you realize the sky is now completely black and littered with stars.

He knew. That fucker knew.

Bucky dismounts the vehicle and stands before you with a hand on his hip and a smug demeanor. You lean forward on your hands, still heaving to try and even out your breath.

"Enjoy the ride?" Bucky taunts, flat lining his lips.

"Fuck-" pant  "-you," you nearly spit. He chuckles darkly. "You were edging me, with a goddamn motorcycle."

He scratches the back of his head. "I might have added a little extra something just for you."

You raise your head. "Why don't we go upstairs and you let me get my revenge?"

He huffs. "What's the point? You already came all over my seat."

"It wasn't your cock," you retort, untangling your wobbly legs from the bike. Bucky reaches out to steady you, pulling you to him by your waist.

"Fair point, pretty girl."

[mylovelies-docx]

Power Over Me - Chapter 3

“Okay.”

“Okay?” you question. This was not the response you thought you were going to get from him.

“Yeah, I don’t mind that they think we’re together,” Bucky says with a shrug. “It’ll keep random people from asking me for my number or to show them a ‘proper 40’s gentleman’.” Bucky scoffs at that last part. “I was too busy fighting a war in the 40’s to be a gentleman.”

“You’ve always been a gentleman, Buck,” you reassure him.

Bucky smirks at you and takes your hand in his to place a kiss to your knuckles. Your face burns and your heart gallops in your chest.

“Only for you, darlin’.”

You scoff feebly and pretend to wipe his kiss off on his shirt. He laughs and leans away.

“But seriously, Bucky,” you start again. “Does this really not bother you?”

“Not really, doll. I’d rather be dating you than anyone else,” he confesses. His eyes open wide and there’s something there you can’t quite read, but Bucky composes himself before you can comment.

“So,” he says as he stands up quickly, “let’s go on a lunch ‘date’. I’m starving.”

He’d rather date me? You think happily to yourself. You’re elated for a split second until you realize he probably means he’d rather the tabloids pair you two together than shove him with a random celebrity.

Your heart twinges at the thought, but you like having Bucky in your life, so any excuse to be together more often is fine by you.

“Where are we going?” you ask as Bucky grabs your arm and helps you to your feet like he’s been doing since your mission. You both make your way towards the basement and his motorcycle. It’s a nice day, so a ride around the city sounds wonderful.

“How about that little diner with the original jukebox?” Bucky says before helping you onto the back of his bike and pulling a helmet down over your head.

“Buck.”

“What?” he says as he settles down in front of you and kicks the bike to life.

“You complain every time we go there. You hate their burgers.” You wrap your arms around his waist and set your chin on his shoulder.

He nods his head in a non-committal way. “Yeah, but their shakes are somethin’ else.”

He taps your wrist with his fingers, signaling for you to clasp your hands together and hold on tight. He revs the engine and you go flying down the compound’s driveway.

***

Over the next week and a half, Bucky takes you out more than normal. You often went out together anyway, but now his arm is constantly draped over your shoulders or he’s holding your hand. It feels amazing to be this close to him, but it hurts something fierce to know it isn’t real.

You’re both in a quiet bookstore, browsing around for some new reads. You’re in the juvenile fiction section because you need the uncomplicated ‘kids on an adventure’ kind of feelings to distract you from your ‘fuck, why does this hurt so much’ feelings.

Bucky never follows you into this section, as he prefers other genres, but he’s shuffling along behind you and keeping a finger in your back belt loop. He’s been so touchy lately that it’s driving you insane.

He’s always so close that you can feel his body heat, but you can’t reach out and hold him in the way you want to. Because this all means something different for you than it does to him. He’s so calm and relaxed, like holding you doesn’t affect him, and it breaks your heart because you feel the burn of his skin against yours long after you return home.

You’re reading the back of a pretty green and pink novel that you’re probably going to buy when the only stranger in your aisle crosses over to the next shelf. “You can let go of me and look for books that you wanna read, Buck. I know you don’t like these,” you murmur.

“I’m fine right where I’m at, sugar,” he says as he pulls you closer together. You close your eyes and enjoy the proximity for a moment before wiggling away.

“Seriously, Bucky. No one’s here to see us right now -- you can stop pretending for a moment. Go find you something interesting.” You don’t look at him while you say this, so you don’t notice the hurt on his face as you pull away from him.

“Yeah, okay,” he whispers, and walks off towards the Classics section.

You sigh and continue browsing.

***

Dr. Cho clears you for duty again, so you’re ready and raring to go on this mission with Nat, Clint, and Sam that just came up.

You’re packing up and checking out your weapons when Bucky walks into the armory. He starts grabbing up grenades and a launcher, along with some other explosives. It’s heavy-duty stuff he’s grabbing for his own mission, and this worries you.

“You sure you don’t want me to come along?” you ask. “Wanda can always cover for me. Nat might be mad, but if you need help I’ll be there.”

You’ve turned away from your shelf of weapons to watch him load up. Armor, gun holsters, and sheathed knives cover his body as he continues to load up. He glances over to you with a smile.

“You worried about me, doll?” he teases.

“You and Steve together on a mission? Yeah, I’m worried. Dumb and Dumber of reckless decisions and self sacrifice.” You cross your arms and give him a look like he should know better.

His grin widens and he saunters over to you. His heavy frame stops in front of you and leans against the wall opposite. You’re staring each other down, and the distance between your bodies feels marked.

He hasn’t touched you since your last outing together at the bookstore, and you don’t know if that’s better or worse. Your body craves his touch, but your heart and head try to beat it into submission by reminding it that you and Bucky are not a couple. That none of it is real.

“Do you even know what our mission is?” Bucky asks you with a quirked eyebrow.

“No,” you pout. “But I’m sure I could figure it out by the time we get there.”

“Yeah?” he wonders. “It’s not a long trip.”

“You know how fast I catch on to things!” you defend.

“Uh huh,” he drawls. “You catch on real fast, doll.”

“Why are you patronizing me? Give me one example.” Your eyebrows are drawn together in frustration, but Bucky just sighs and smooths the crease with his thumb gently. The action releases the tension in your body, and you slump slightly forward and grab onto his outstretched arm to be closer to him.

You’ve decided that Bucky not touching you these last couple of days is a bad thing. The easy affection is something you’ve grown accustomed to even though it’s only been happening for less than a month.

“Don’t worry about it, doll.” The flesh hand that you grabbed slides out of your grip, only to entwine your fingers together. He lifts your hands to his lips and places a soft kiss. “Be careful, okay?” he pleads.

“Only if you are,” you retort.

He laughs a little and says, “Then I promise: not even a scratch.” He raises his metal arm and holds out his pinky. You smile and link your free pinky to his. “Same goes for you.”

“You got it, boss.”

Chapter 4

[alisonsfics]

an actual hero

pairing: bucky barnes x reader (little bit of biker!bucky)

summary: you’ve been john walker’s girlfriend since high school. he’s the only man you’ve ever loved, but that may change when a certain serum causes him to risk your life.

word count: 1.9k

warnings: tfatws spoilers, violence, choking (in a violent, not sexual manner), concussion, passing out, john walker going on a rampage

You saw the news and you were instantly worried. There was a big fight going down with the Flag-smashers. Then you saw him.

John.

Your boyfriend since high school.

Your second half.

He was there, fighting against the Flag-smashers. You both had butted heads over the Flag-smashers issue. You agreed with their goals, but just thought they were approaching it the wrong way. John disagreed. He hated them, truly hated them.

You didn’t blame him after what happened to Lemar, but you had never seen this kind of rage in him. He was consumed by it. You assumed that Lemar’s death and the pressure to be a good Captain America were taking a toll on him.

You knew you had to stop him. The news showed him fighting with the kind of rage that made your skin crawl. You knew you had stop him before he made an irreversible mistake.

You raced down there as fast as you could. You found John instantly. He grabbed one of the Flag-smashers by the neck and held them up against the wall. His feet dangled helplessly below them. John held him up in the air with virtually no effort. He seemed strong, too strong.

“John! You have to stop this” you yelled at him, trying to deescalate the situation. He was shocked to hear your voice. He dropped his grip and turned to face you.

By now, you had gained the attention of Sam and Bucky, who were confused about the mysterious woman who had just appeared.

You hoped he would turn to see you and recognize that he had gone too far. Instead, you only saw anger in his eyes when he looked at you. The Flag-smasher ran away from John, past you. “You’re letting him get away” John said, trying to run past you.

You stepped into his path, putting your hands on his chest. “Please, John. You’re taking this too far” you begged him to stop. You didn’t see any sign of hesitance in his eyes before he shoved you into the road.

You fell to your knees on the rough pavement. You could already tell that you had cut up your hands as you tried to soften your fall. You quickly stood up, not wanting to be in the road when a car drove by.

You still had Bucky’s attention. He was still confused about how you knew John. Him and Sam both watched as you picked yourself up off the ground.

Then, you were blinded by a pair of headlights. One of the armored trucks was coming straight for you. You froze.

You felt every muscle in your body go still. You fought to get your legs to move, so you could run away. Your body stayed firm in its place.

“She’s not moving” Bucky mumbled, before running towards you. His whole body slammed into you, as he pushed you out of the street. You got the wind knocked out of you, and you landed flat on your back on the hard concrete.

Bucky came crashing down on top of you. It took you a few seconds to realize what had just happened. Your senses were on overdrive.

You looked at the unfamiliar man above you who was staring straight back at you. You knew him from the news, but you had never met him. “Are you okay?” He asked you, carefully. You were still in shock, so you nodded your head.

“You just saved my life” you said, breathlessly. He just gave you a small smile, before rolling himself off of you. He winced and got up on his feet. You felt him grab your hands as he helped you stand up.

You felt light-headed as soon as you stood up; you felt a throbbing pain in the back of your head. “Wait...my head kind of—” you started to say before you blacked out.

Bucky panicked as he watched you start to go limp. He quickly wrapped his arms around you, holding you up. He swept his arm under your legs, picking you up bridal style.

When you opened your eyes again, you realized you were on a stretcher inside of an ambulance. You looked around, trying to take in your surroundings.

The ambulance wasn’t moving, and the back doors were open. You saw a paramedic sitting next to you; they were taking notes on a clipboard. Then, you saw Bucky on your other side. He wore a concerned expression.

“You’re awake” he said, softly as his eyes met yours. He seemed slightly less concerned. “I don’t understand. What happened?” You asked, confused.

He noticed your panicked look and took your hand in his. “Do you remember the truck in the street?” He asked you, slowly. You nodded your head, bits and pieces starting to come back to you. “When I pushed you out of the way, you hit your head on the sidewalk. You got a concussion, and then you passed out” he told you.

His thumb subconsciously started to rub back and forth on the back of your hand. Both your eyes went to your hand in his, but neither of you made an effort to move your hands away.

The paramedic turned her attention towards you. “I completed a test, and you’re fine. You have a concussion. Just make sure you get some rest and drink lots of water. You’re good to go” she told you, giving you a polite smile.

“Here let me help” Bucky said, helping you sit up on the stretcher. He kept his hands on yours as you carefully stepped out of the ambulance. “I’m Bucky, by the way” he said, smiling at you.

You felt a school-girl smile appear on your face. “I’m Y/N. Thanks for saving my life” you said, bashfully. Then, another man walked up towards the two of you. You recognized him as Sam.

“Y/N, this is Sam” Bucky said, introducing the two of you. You smiled at him and shook his hand. “Are you okay? I saw Walker push you in the way of that truck. How do you know him anyway?” Sam asked you, curiously.

You noticed he was wearing his Captain America suit. You had only ever seen him in the Falcon suit before. You wouldn’t have admitted it out loud, but you knew he was a better fit for the job than John.

“I’m fine; it’s just a concussion. John is my boyfriend or was my boyfriend. Risking my life might just be a small dealbreaker” you joked, trying to lighten the situation. In reality, you wanted to punch John in the face. You had stood my his side for years, and this is how he repaid you.

They both lightly chuckled at your joke. Then, as if on cue, John came marching over. “There you are. We’re going home” he said, grabbing your arm. You struggled to pull your arm away. He had always been strong, but he was stronger now.

“Get your hands off of me” you said, trying to pull your arm out of his grasp. Within a second, Bucky had pried John’s fingers off of you. “She told you to keep your hands to yourself” Bucky said, bending his fingers backwards until he winced.

Then, he finally let go. He put his hand on your forearm. “You okay?” He asked you, softly. You just nodded your head, too scared to say a word in front of John.

“What the hell is going on here? You think you can just swoop in and steal my girl?” John asked, starting to walk towards you and Bucky. Sam quickly got between John and you.

“We fought you once, and you lost. You want to try again?” Sam taunted. John crossed his arms. “This is between me and my girlfriend” he snarled.

Bucky also shielded you from John. “I’m pretty sure that girls don’t stay with boyfriends who almost get them killed” Bucky said, keeping one hand on yours.

You felt safe behind Bucky. You had just met him, but he was very protective. You knew that he wouldn’t let John anywhere near you.

John huffed, his telltale sign that he was giving up. He walked away from the three of you. “Why did you ever stay with a guy like that? He’s kind of awful” Sam asked you. You shook your head. “He didn’t use to be like that. He used to care” you told them, watching as John walked away.

“Why is he...so strong?” You asked, barely able to find the words. It was the thing you had been struggling with since you saw him fighting that Flag-smasher. Something didn’t feel right. “They took a blood sample and found out he took the serum” Bucky told you.

You were stunned. “Like the super-soldier serum?” You asked, still in shock. They both nodded.

You scoffed to yourself. “He used to talk about much he hated super soldiers. He said real heroes didn’t need a special potion to make them strong” you said, only now seeing his hypocritical nature.

“You should get some rest. Do you need a ride?” Bucky offered. You ignored the smirk that Sam sent his way. “That would be great” you said, smiling.

Bucky hugged Sam and then walked past him. “The suit looks great, Cap” you said, as you walked past him. Bucky led you over to a motorcycle.

“Why am I not surprised?” You asked, giggling. He turned around to face you, and pretended to be offended. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, smirking at you. You shrugged. “You have the whole biker aesthetic: the leather jacket, the boots, the withering stare” you teased.

He chuckled as he picked the helmet up off the seat. “Here. No more concussions” he said, tightening the strap once he put it on your head. You told him the name of your apartment building. He nodded before you even told him the address.

“I grew up in Brooklyn. I know where it is” he said, getting on his bike. He patted the seat behind him and you swung your leg over the back. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his waist, and rested your head on his back.

He turned on the ignition, and it roared to life. You gave him a thumbs up to tell him you were ready. Soon, you were driving down the streets of Brooklyn.

You expected it to be fast and daring, but instead, it was peaceful. You watched the city whipping past you: the taxi cabs, the street performers, and the illuminated billboards.

He pulled up to your apartment in a matter of minutes. He helped you off the bike and took the helmet off your head. You shoved your hands in your pockets because you didn’t really know what else to do with them.

“Thank you—for everything, I mean” you said, shyly. Bucky hesitated. You could tell he wanted to say something, but you couldn’t tell what it was.

He fiddled with the straps of his leather jacket, nervously toying with them. “I know we just met, but would you like go get dinner sometime?” Bucky asked you. The smile on your face grew ten times bigger. “I’d really like that” you said, cupping his face and pulling him into a kiss.

He was shocked, but eventually kissed you back. He lips tasted like cinnamon. You could feel him smiling as you kissed him. His fingers hooked in your belt loops and pulled you closer to him.

You both pulled away with smiles on your face. He gave you a small piece of paper with his phone number on it.

As he drove away on his motorcycle with you waving from the sidewalk, he couldn’t help but want to thank Dr. Raynor for encouraging him to let people into his life.

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[marvel-fanfic-writer-8675]

Shop Class Part Three

Pairing: teacher Bucky x teacher reader

Warnings: fluff, cursing, pining,

Summary: It’s a will they won’t they, the flirting goes to another level

This is the finale but there will be an epilogue!

Today was the first day your classes would be combined. That morning Bucky picked you up, it went pretty good, a few students saw you ride in on the back of his bike, you had to reassure them nothing was happening, but they were still suspicious.

“Mr. Bucky, why are we in here today?” Of course that was the first question asked in class as soon as the bell rang. “Well, a pipe kinda burst in my room, so it’s getting fixed. They estimated 2 weeks, so we’ll be in here until then. Before you ask, yes we will still do stuff.” You both got the classes settled into their assignments for the day, your class was working on a guide to muffins, with tips and instructions, they’d be making them on Monday. Bucky had his class start drawing plans for their next project.

During the middle of class a student came up to you and Bucky, “hey Ms. Y/L/N look what’s trending on the school’s page!” They showed you both their phone and your eyes went wide. It was a video of you and Bucky, like a fan edit. “Wow, that’s very well edited! Must’ve been someone in Mr. Stark’s class.” Bucky agreed with you and you both awkwardly went back to grading papers and lesson planning.

During lunch it was brought up by Bucky, he wanted to gauge what you thought about it, about you and him together like that. “That video was really something huh?“ You chuckled, “yeah, I mean, I knew a few students ‘shipped’ us so to say, but not that many. We’re like celebrities.” “You know what I heard through the grape vine?” Your interest was peaked and you nodded for Bucky to continue. “The students are planning on locking us in a closet together till we get together.” You smiled, “you know, maybe not such a bad idea.”

Bucky took a deep breath and found some courage to do what he always wanted to do. “Well, how about we get to it before they do, Y/N would you like to go on a date with me, I really like you.” You were shocked, you never thought he’d actually like you back. “That sounds delightful, I’d love to Buck, I really like you too.” Bucky sat smiling like a dope, you smiling right back at him.

Your moment was shattered by the ringing of the bell, signaling that lunch was over. The next class came in, got settled, and started on their work. You went back to helping students, and grading work. Bucky doing the same. After helping one student, you headed back to your desk and found a little note on top of your pile of papers to be graded. I’ll pick you up at 7 tonight, wear whatever you want, you’ll look beautiful no matter what doll -Buck. You couldn’t stop smiling as you read the note, it was too cute, and got you even more excited for your date with Bucky.

You quickly drove home to get ready for your date. You called up your 2nd best friend, since you couldn’t really call Bucky, and they helped you pick out the perfect outfit. You just finished getting ready when you heard a knock at your door. You opened it and it was Bucky standing there nervously with a bouquet of flowers. “Heya doll, I got these for ya,” he passed you the flowers and you set them aside. “Thanks Buck, that’s really kind of ya.” You gave him a kiss on the cheek and he grabbed your hand, leading you to his motorcycle, you were glad you choose pants over a dress.

He drove for a little while before pulling into a parking lot, “here we are doll.” “And where exactly is here may I ask?” “A dance hall!” You smirked, “didn’t strike you as the dancin’ type Buck. Well, watcha waiting for? Let’s go!” He laughed and pulled you along to the door. You guys danced for a while but didn’t drink any, you had to drive home, and you had work the next day.

Bucky drove you home and you both shared a goodnight kiss before he drove back to his place, and you both fell asleep. The next day at school was a little different. Your students noticed something was up between you both but they didn’t have any specifics, that was until a group walked in during lunch unannounced and you two were caught kissing.

“Finally!” You both let go of each other and turned to face the ecstatic students, “oh! Uh, hi! How can we help ya?” The students were no longer concerned with whatever questions they had, instead they were obsessed with the new development between you and Bucky.

You both tried to keep most of it secret, just letting the students know that it was a new relationship, and you would prefer to keep it under wraps as much as possible. They accepted and said they wouldn’t tell anyone, but a few days later it seemed everyone in the school knew. You were both called into Fury’s office to fill out some paperwork for co-worker relationships and stuff. Fury, along with the rest of the school and teachers were happy for you both.

Series tags: @ginger-swag-rapunzel @milesisntdonewritingyet @sebsgirl1981

[achillieus]

let you down. (sebastian stan x reader)

summary: it's a universal truth but it's worth repeating; feelings eat us raw. or just an actor and a girl falling in and out of love over the course of three months.

(this was inspired by sebastian's visit to greece for his movie, monday, and is based on that, so that means in the story we’re in 2018. also i have this posted on ao3 too but while i’m writing the last parts i thought of posting it here too)

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: alcohol, sexual references, implied depression, don’t kill me because of the ending, sebastian and reader are the definition of right person wrong time, it's kinda slowburn because i love the yearning, also this part has some funny moments but overall it’s a big SOB

part: 6/6 (there will also be an epilogue)

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This is how it ends: broken hearts from crashed dreams.

Sebastian holds you until his muscles ache and your lungs burn from the feeling of too little oxygen. It is cold and dark, almost midnight, too dark, a starless night.

No more stars for you and I.

“Here,” Voice hoarse, eyes heavy-lid and itching from almost crying. He gives you one of the rings he wore in the movie. “I want you to keep this.”

Keep it close to your heart. Forget me not.

He takes a breath and a step back, tries to regain all the strength he still has, steady feet and shoulders fixed. He digs his nails into his palms, red marks in his skin, air catching in his throat, he’s on the verge of falling but he stays standing.

He remembers tears glistening down his cheeks, maybe they were yours not his, and the cold autumn wind hitting his face and he remembers feeling like he’s dying.

And then he closes the door of Argyris’ car and looks at you.

And his heart stretches and stretches and stretches and then somehow splits in half.

/

It goes like this:

There’s a ghost that lives in your apartment from now on. In the living room. Sitting on the couch. And it has steel blue eyes and a familiar heart. And it whispers a love story, half-finished, and you cannot make it stop.

The ghost touches your collarbone and he’s gone but there’s a ring in a golden chain around your neck and a white shirt forgotten in your laundry. And it smells like him. The clinging scent of his aftershave sticking to your pores. Eucalyptus. And no matter how hard you try to wash it off, it still lingers.

How could I ever forget someone like you?

The ghost lives here, but the place is empty, so empty. And it’s hard not to cry.

/

Sebastian calls and texts a lot.

He tells you he’s tired but excited because he started filming a new movie. It’s very indie and experimental, I can’t wait for you to see it. He tells you he’s missing his days in Greece like hell and that one night he dreamt of you. Didn’t want to wake up. What he doesn’t tell you is that he’s coming back in a month, Argyris needs him for some extra scenes. It’s nearly killing him but he doesn’t tell you. He wants to surprise you, see the pure light in your eyes when they’ll meet his.

/

You try sexting. It doesn’t go very well.

23:50, sebastian: if you were here in my bed right now what would you be doing

06:51, you: probably falling asleep hahaha

06:51, you: oh fuck was i supposed to sext back

06:51, you: sorry seb i just woke up and i have a class in an hour, love you <3

23:52, sebastian: fuck timezones

/

(three weeks and 10 seconds later)

“I can’t believe she doesn’t know you’re here,” Argyris shakes his head as he’s driving home from the airport, “If I were her, I’d kill you.”

“Good thing I didn’t fall in love with you.”

Sebastian laughs and looks out of the car window. The stars. There are so many stars tonight. He holds his breath; he’s finally feeling whole again. His heart isn’t split in two anymore.

/

You don’t know how long you stand there at your door, staring at him, but it feels like a century before he grins, almost laughs, takes your hands in his and you start considering that perhaps this isn’t a hallucination. Perhaps it’s real.

“Surprise?”

Something inside of you bursts, your organs twitch. You can’t think, you can’t speak, but you can move. You don’t lose any more time, you take a step forward, attach your bodies, your face buried in his neck, your fingers clutching into the rough fabric of his jacket. You breathe him in like an antidote.

“How?”

“Does it matter?”

“No.”

You kiss him and it’s like poetry, like art, like honey and you can’t separate yourself from him, not even hours later.

/

(looking back, these were the golden days)

You pretending to be mad at him for not telling you he was coming back and him pressing his lips on your skin, drawing patterns on your naked shoulder. A feathery touch.

Sebastian always touches you like you’re something made of gold and porcelain, something cherished that constantly needs to be treasured. And nobody has done that before. And you love him for it.

You try to decorate your Christmas tree together. He messes with the lights for a while, eventually gives up and goes on to eat too many reindeer shaped cookies.

He massages your muscles when you write a boring essay for college.

You go with him when he has to shoot a “driving a motorcycle naked in the centre of Athens” scene and you bite the inside of your cheeks to stop smiling like an idiot.

He gives you a dress he bought for you in New York.  

“You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but I wanted to.”

He calls you sweetheart in the mornings, still half asleep and later joins you in the shower.

“Why are you so hot?”

“Climate change”

“Oh, shut up”

It’s tender and it’s soft and it’s human.

And that’s the saddest part.

/

Soon you realize that him leaving two months ago was merely a rehearsal and you still haven’t said your actual goodbyes. Your chest starts to feel as if it’s full of crushed glass.

And it’s ridiculous because you fell in love with Sebastian sometime between the first ten days you spent together.

Who falls in love in ten days?  

Ridiculous or not, you know you are in love with him just as you know that sooner or later, whatever he is feeling will fade and wither. Maybe it’ll be in a week, maybe it’ll be in a month, maybe in a year if you’re lucky. But there will definitely come a day when he will step out of a gala or a party or a fancy gym in New York with a beautiful model in his arms and two paparazzi’s following him around.

What will you be then?

A past small cameo in his life. A side character. Will he remember your name?

He is your whole world.

(a bottle of cheap prosecco helps you decide that)

He is your whole world.

And yet, there will come a day when he won’t even remember your name.

/

It was difficult. No, it was the most difficult thing you’ve ever done. Telling him how you think it’d be better if you didn’t talk after he leaves.

“I don’t agree with this.”

“Seb, it’s for the best.”

Your body doesn’t feel strong enough to carry your heart. And you’re certain it will only get worse once he’s away. The world around you will melt. You’ll obsess over a phone screen and his messages. You’ll start chasing ghosts again. You can’t handle that.

“Why?” He says urgently and his fingers dance over the flesh of your palms.

“Because this”, you motion your hand between the two of you, “is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever had in my life and I don’t want it to become ugly.”

He nods, he understands.

“I love you, you know,” he says smiling and tugs you closer to him, “And I may not be here to show you but I think I’ll love you for a long time.”

Your hand grips his waist right to the bones and something flares in your eyes, something wild that wrenches you around.

“I know, I’ll love you the same.”

“Maybe we’ll meet again.”

“Only if I’m the luckiest girl on the planet.”

He laughs and you look at him, fully aware he’ll be ripped out of your life like a page from a cheap leather notebook. And when you kiss for the last time, there’s a hole forming in your soul.

And just because endings don’t leave visible scars to one’s body and soul, that doesn’t mean the scars don’t exist. You know they do, because you feel the aching pain of every single one of them.

/

(every night when you close your eyes you see him)

(every night you look at the stars and think of him)

/

A month passes and Argyris asks you if you miss him.

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”

“He said the exact same thing.”

You tell him not to mention Sebastian again.

Two months pass and you need to stop stalking his instagram profile.

Three months pass and you almost text him.

Four months pass and you go to watch Endgame with some friends and you cry. You cry when Black Widow sacrifices herself and when Iron Man smiles at his wife while dying, and when Bucky Barnes appears on screen.

The others don’t understand and you don’t blame them.

Five months pass and Argyris’ girlfriend wants you to meet someone. A charming boy your age with blonde hair and a lip piercing.

And he's cute but you compare him to Sebastian even before he has the chance to say his name. His eyes are not the right shade of blue and he doesn’t look at you like you’re made of the world’s finest jewel.

And he doesn’t know any constellation names.

And then more than a year passes in a second and you learn to not look for him. Not anymore.

/

It’s early March 2020 and despite the rising fear of the upcoming pandemic, you’re doing well. Scars are starting to fade. And after spending two weeks in Prague, your best friend being there with an exchange program, Sebastian Stan is the farthest thing from your mind.

Until he literally comes crashing into you. At the airport.

No, it can’t be him.

You have your suitcase on one hand and a bottle of antiseptic gel on the other. He has two bodyguards on his sides and a black hoodie on.  And while half of his face is hidden behind a mask, you can see his eyes perfectly. A frozen lake in December. You would know those eyes in your deathbed, at the end of the world.

Your vision gets blurry and suddenly you feel cold.

He won’t recognize me, he can’t.

But then he looks at you and every memory you had buried inside of you resurfaces.

He motions to his guards to wait for him and he starts walking towards you. You breathe slowly, one breath at a time. He takes his mask off and you hesitate to take yours, not sure if you truly want him to see you.

You exchange the typical and very awkward hi, how are you, i’m glad you’re doing okay and then he smiles and it feels comfortable. Familiar.

It’s the whiff of another time that you always kept around. A reminder that you were once loved by a god.

“What are you doing here?”

“Filming Falcon and the Winter Soldier”

If you hadn’t unfollowed him on instagram, you’d known.

“Ah yes I heard about that, congrats.”

He nods a thank you.

“And you? In Prague?”

“I was at a friend.”

He looks conflicted, hurt, turns his gaze to his shoes on the grey cement. You want to say something, but you feel like throwing up.

And then he laughs.

“I was right.”

You’re confused, he notices.

“Back in Greece,” he swallows, “I told you this would happen.”

“It would have been an airport, different gates for each of us, but same waiting hall. Or a Greek island, where we’d both be for the summer.”

“I would have found you.”

You remember and you cannot help but smile. He was right. He found you.

“I didn’t believe you then.”

I barely believe you now.

He touches your hair. And his touch is like a knife. And you want to cry. Magnolias under your tongue. A love long lost is whispering in your ears until it hurts to listen. He’s like a magnetic field and you feel yourself drowning in him.

“I bet they’ll ask me a hundred questions about you later.” He says and looks at the two men waiting for him.

“And what will you tell them?”

“That you’re most probably the love of my life.”

Don’t cry, don’t cry.

“There’s no way we’d meet here if you’re not.”

“Sebastian,” His name sounds like a prayer coming out of your lips and you're ready to tell him you love him and you can swear he looks like he’s ready to faint, “I-”

The guards yell his name. And it's the same feeling people have just before a car crash.

“I’m sorry, I have to go.”

One last look.

Don’t cry, don’t cry.

You repeat it over and over again. But you fail.

“No, don't cry” He smiles, one last smile, “Just look at the stars and wait for us to meet again, because we will.”

He caresses the back of your palm for a second and you think your ribcage is shattering but it’s only your heart drumming frantically. Pushing your fragile bones to break. 

You want to stop him, wrap your arms around his torso, never let him go. Not again. But you don’t.

You just watch him leave, one more time, your knees weak, your head heavy and dizzy. For the split of a moment he turns and glances at you but then he’s nowhere to be seen.

Perhaps it was all in your imagination. Perhaps it was nothing but a wonder.

You get into your plane and you silently sob.

/

And then it’s summer.

And you overhear he was seen with a girl, the day before your vacation starts and you find a picture of them together a week later, a pretty blonde girl clinging to his side with a colorful bikini somewhere in Spain. And he’s smiling. And you feel so ashamed. And so stupid.

They say time heals all wounds but they must be wrong because you can’t forget how he used to smile at you or how he used to call you the love of his life.

Was he joking when he said you'll meet again? You bet if you asked him now, he wouldn't even remember saying it.

I’ll love you for a long time.

So long for nothing.

/

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[mindofharry]

In which sam and bucky come home.

kind of a part two to this...... just a little blurb with a whole lot of fluff, kissing and the occasional dad joke. BF!BUCKY MELTS MY FUCKING HEART. feedback is welcome as always! enjoy <3

“So you and bucky” Sam said helping you set up the table. Nobody had arrived yet, but you were expecting the whole town and maybe some people from the city to pop in and say hi. Sam, along with bucky, had just gotten back from saving the world as sam likes to say it. All jokes a side, you’re so proud of your brother and you’re happy he’s home safe and sound.

“What about me and bucky” You said placing the cups on the table. Sam raised his eyebrows and stood tall, placing his hands on his hips. “Girl, don’t lie to me” He said making you tut at him.

“I could smell your perfume on him and you were wearing his shirt the day after he stayed over” Sam said and you rolled your eyes, mimicking his pose.

“We haven’t talked about ‘us’ yet” You said, biting your lip to hide the smile. You really hadn’t talked about it much, just that you both want to explore more.... of each other, if you get what i mean. That night was nothing like bucky had ever experienced before, the same with you. You both had this connection, sexually and mentally. You don’t believe in fate, well not until bucky came walking into your life.

It had been a couple weeks since the hook up, but you talked everyday over the phone. Bucky liked you and you liked him.

That was enough for the both of you.

“You know buckys coming around today” Sam said and you shook your head. “Sarah invited him” He said and you giggled.

“I think sarah likes him more than me and you combined” You teased and sam rolled his eyes. “He’s definitely growing on me” Sam said, before walking off, over to sarah.

You took out your phone and looked for buckys number on your contact list. These couple of weeks have been bliss, having sam home and a possible boyfriend? Things haven’t been this good since the blip. Sarah and the boys are really happy, maybe that’s because we get to keep the boat and we have enough money to keep paying the bills. It feels like all the stress had been lifted.

It felt too good to be true, but you did not for a second question it. If this only lasted for a couple months, you wanted to savour it. So no more thinking about the future, you’re going to live in the moment.

And you’re going to do that with bucky barnes.

“Hey, baby” Bucky answered, making you blush. You could hear his motorcycle, you gasped.

“Buck are you on the motor cycle? I told you not to answer when you’re driving” You groaned and bucky laughed. You loved that sound, his laughter is so angelic. It makes you feel so warm and gooey inside.

“Oh, stop it. I’m nearly there anyways. I miss you” He said and you sighed. “I miss you too, we need to talk about some things when you get here” You said and bucky nodded to himself. He knew this talk was coming.

“I’m still going to be able to fuck you after that talk, right?” He asked, that went straight to your pussy.

“We’ll see” You teased, after a few more seconds of talking you both hang up and you help sarah with the food. She laughed to herself which made you look up, eyebrows raised. Sarah had been extremely happy that you and bucky were..... something. She really wanted you to be happy - sarah is the person you have to thank for pushing you to talk to bucky.

“What?”

Sarah laughed to herself again.

“Just like you seeing you happy, lil sis” She said, turning over the meat. You just smiled back. 10 minutes later, practically the whole town was on the dock waiting to be fed and get a picture with sam. Yes, you’re exploiting your brother for money. You gotta do, what you gotta do.

A truck pulls up, one that neither you or sarah recognise. You were expecting bucky on his motorcycle.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Bucky barnes steps out of the van, cake in hand already getting attacked but the kids.

“Woah, Woah” He said moving around, the kids following him. You bit your lip to contain your smile, but failed miserably. Sarah nodded, crossing her arms over her chest. “He’s a good one, don’t let him go.” she said sternly and you nodded.

“I don’t plan on it”

Bucky saw you and pulled his sunglasses on, leaving them on his head. You smiled and took the cake from him putting it on the table. He placed his hands on your hips, some of the elders were having a good look too but neither of you cared. He pecked your lips a couple times before saying hello.

“I missed you” He mumbled, pecking your lips again. You smiled and placed his sunglasses over his eyes. “Missed you more” you said and kissed his lips.

“Thought you were on the motorcycle?” You asked looking at the truck.

“Yeah, i just like to wire you up” Bucky said and you hit his chest, pouting. Bucky laughed and you walked over to the food area with the cake. “Baby, it was just a joke” Bucky said hugging you from behind.

“Not funny”

The day went on, with bucky entertaining your nephews and a few of the local kid and his horrible, horrible dad jokes. The kids were hanging out of his arm while you and sarah laughed at him.

“I could do this all day” Bucky said, and you giggled. “I’m sure you could baby” You teased and placed your head on sarah’s shoulder. In that moment you realised how much you liked bucky. He was good with kids, he was funny (most of the time), he has a somewhat good relationship with sam and he’s a fucking hero. He’s good to you. He respects you and he’s got a big fucking dick.

“Hey, buck?” You called out, he nodded knowing what this is about. He walked over and placed his hand in yours pulling you over towards the boat. He was nervous, not like he was going to pay his respects or crossing someone off the list. This was different, this was you. Bucky liked you, he couldn’t let you go.

“Wait, just listen to me before you tell me to leave. I like you, Y/N. We may not go together on paper, but we’re perfect in real life, in this moment. i’ve never felt this way about someone, especially someone i met just a month ago. You’re beautiful and smart and everything a person could want when they’re looking for a relationship. Please don’t let this go, what we’ve got is good” Bucky said all in one breathe, his finger pointing at you. All you could do was blink. Perfect? Smart? Beautiful? This man is so fucking good to you. He’s right, that you might not look good on paper, but this thing you have going on is good. One of the only consist and good things in your life right now. You’d be crazy to let that go.

“Buck” You said placing a hand on his cheek, before you could talk (again), he placed his lips on you, his tongue peaking in as you gasped. God, he’s so good at that. He always kisses you like the world is going to end.

“Bucky”You said again, placing a hand on his chest. This poor man looked like he was about to cry.

“I want you be my boyfriend”

“Wait- What?” Bucky asked and you giggled, pecking his lips in between the words.

“I” kiss “Want” kiss “you” kiss “to” kiss “be” kiss “my” kiss “boyfriend” You said and bucky grinned picking you up and spinning you around, you both laughed kissing eachother again.

“You know i think you should take me for a spin in that truck” You teased, biting your lip. Bucky let out a breath before picking you up and throwing you up on his shoulder, you squealed as he walked back to the area everyone was in. Sam and Sarah just shook their heads as bucky sat you down.

“You’re going to eat and then i’ll eat when you’re home” He said and you nearly choked on your own spit. He smirked leaning back.

“Who wants to have a swing at uncle bucky!?”

[babbushka]

hey sweetie! Happy new year! yayyy im so excited for the new writings coming up! i've got a request that i think it will be pretty funny with biker kylo! ''its a fancy dress new years party, and person a is shook seeing peson b all dressed up for once''. i feel like they wouldnt go to a party with a lot of people but maybe she could ask him to dress nice? just for the two of them? like a date? smutty-ish? pretty please?

A/N: Hello my dear! Thank you so much for this request, I think it's so sweet and though it started out funny it turned sappy, lol. I hope you enjoy the little ficlet I've come up with. Wishing you a very sweet new year!!

1.2k, warnings for descriptions of food, mostly fluff!

You had said to get there at sundown, and to dress nicely. Kylo didn’t know what the fuck that meant, dress nicely. He spends most of his days in stained and torn t-shirts and faded black jeans, what was nice? He couldn’t ride his bike in nice clothes, he’d burn the shit out of his legs right through any trousers he might have stored in the back of his closet -- all of this internal monologuing is why he’s late.

He’s not that late, not really, the sun only went down twenty minutes ago, but Kylo had had damn near a nervous fucking breakdown throwing his clothes everywhere, trying to figure out what he could wear that would be nice.

It’s the first Rosh Hashanah that you’re spending together, and he doesn’t want to blow it. You’re the woman he would take home to Ma, if he still spoke to his mother, he doesn’t want you to think he ain’t serious about this relationship that you’ve built together. He is serious, and that’s why he’s late.

He’s late, but he thinks he looks nice. He’s praying that he does, anyway.

To try and soothe some of your potential anger, he stops by the florist on his way to your apartment and picks up a big bouquet of your favorite flowers, and tries not to crush them on the drive over. Parking his motorcycle in the dedicated spot, he climbs the four story walk-up, and runs his free hand through his hair, before ringing your doorbell.

Not even a full second goes by, before you’re yanking the door open, and Kylo is about to brace himself for being yelled at, but when he sees your big grin, he lets out a sigh of relief.

“You made it!” Throwing your arms around his huge frame, you hug him tightly. If Kylo had been a smaller man, he would have been knocked backwards from the force of your embrace.

“Of course I made it, why the hell wouldn’t I? You told me to be here, so I’m here.” Kylo hugs you back, holds you tight and walks you backwards into your apartment enough that he can shut the door behind you.

Kylo doesn’t spend a lot of time at your apartment. It’s not because he doesn’t want to or anything, it’s just a little further out of his way than his own place. You both work close together, and his apartment is closer to work, so it always tends to just be the meeting place.

He likes your apartment though, it’s nice, cozy. It’s very you, which sounds stupid, but is something that always makes Kylo feel at ease. He likes the way you decorate, the way you so clearly have put your touch on everything -- it’s so different from his own approach that he has half a mind to be embarrassed. Maybe he should give you his keys and let you make that damn apartment feel more like a home, but then that would mean you’d never be allowed to leave.

“I thought maybe you couldn’t get the time off work.” You grin at him when he finally releases you.

“I’m my own boss, sweets, I make the schedule.” Lighting up a cigarette and puffing on it for a few seconds, Kylo winks at you, “Whole shop’s closed for the holidays.”

Crossing your arms in front of your chest and cocking your hip, you look him up and down, licking your lips and smirking, “That’s very impressive, you know Just like your outfit. I didn’t know you owned a suit.”

Kylo gives a sarcastic little spin on the heel of his boot, showing off the black ensemble that he had managed to dig out of his closet. It was just a jacket and trousers, with a tie that he had actually tied himself, not one of those bullshit clip ons. He’s got a white button down underneath, and he’s grateful for the way his hair covers the tips of his ears because you can’t stop lookin’ at him.

“Just the one.” Kylo blushes despite himself, still not used to the pleased scrutiny you often subject him to, he mutters, “Surprised it still fuckin’ fits.”

“It’s a little tight.” You whisper playfully, pinching at the shoulder seam where the fabric is struggling to contain him. He only huffs out a laugh, a big plume of smoke going with it.

“Alright alright. Where am I takin’ you?” He offers you the flowers, which you happily accept.

“Nowhere, come in.” Throwing the invitation over your shoulder, you walk into the kitchen to find a vase for the flowers.

Confused, Kylo frowns and follows you like the duckling he is, “What do you mean nowhere -- oh.”

In the formal dining room, Kylo is confronted with a long table completely covered in food. There’s so much food that he actually can’t see the tablecloth underneath all the serving platters -- gefilte fish, potato latkes, matzo ball soup, fennel and apple salad, roasted cauliflower and pomegranates, kugel, the biggest fucking brisket that Kylo has ever seen, and of course, an even bigger round braided challah taking center stage.

“Do you like it?” Nervously, you look at him from the kitchen, and Kylo snaps out of his reverie to make his way to you.

“Goddamn you are divine.” Kylo picks you up, kisses you all over your neck and cheeks, “It smells fuckin’ delicious, this can’t be all for me. It’s way too fuckin’ nice for me.”

He doesn’t put you down yet, not yet, wanting to keep you in his tattooed arms forever and ever.

“Now you know why I told you to wear the suit.” You laugh, feeling silly that it’s just the two of you, but, “It’s a special occasion, I wanted to do it up right.”

“You did good, sweets.” Kylo nods, trying not to get too emotional. “Come sit real close to me and tell me all about it.”

The last time he had a big spread like this for a holiday was...damn, he can’t actually remember. When he was a kid, before he fucked off and ran away from home at fifteen. No one’s cooked for him in general in just as long, probably.

Kylo takes his suit jacket off because it really is too tight around the shoulders, and sits down at the head of the table, pulling you directly onto his lap, your pretty self snuggling right up against him even though there’s a perfectly good chair next to him. Kylo starts kissing your neck again, making you squirm and laugh from the way his teeth scrapes against your skin, but then Kylo pulls away abruptly.

“Wait -- there ain’t any fuckin’ fish heads, are there?” He asks, surveying the table for the traditional dish.

“No, those always creep me out.” You scrunch up your nose, and Kylo lets out a sigh of relief.

“Me too, I don’t like shit that’s still got its eyeballs in it.” He shudders dramatically, “Makes me feel bad.”

“I know what you mean, but rest assured this dinner is head-free.” You pat his cheek lovingly.

Kylo catches the hand and pulls it to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to your palm.

“Well... maybe for dessert?” He looks at you expectantly, and it takes you a second to pick up what he’s saying, but when you do, you roll your eyes and groan.

“You’re so annoying.” You say, really meaning I love you.

“Yeah.” He replies with a toothy grin, really replying I love you more.

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[mox-writes]

Plums in Bucharest | Chapter Five

Warning: 18+, language, mentions of violence/weapons, brief mention of murder

Word Count: 4,112

Pairing: Civil War!Bucky x Plus Size!Reader

Summary: You track Bucky to Berlin and make an attempt on Tony's life; your pasts are revealed but you have bigger fish to fry.

A/N: Damn, this took forever. I'm sorry!! I led into Civil War and wasn't feeling it anymore, lost motivation on where I wanted this to go but it's finally here! Also, I know this is like, really bad. Idk how to write action and I was really just writing whatever came to mind. I read over this and its really just dumbass filler lmfao yikes sorry. There will be chapter six though! I know my list says five, but things took a turn! It is now up to the universe and Miss Serotonin on how many chapters there will actually be! Also, I did change things around in Civil War so it's not exact to the storyline, obviously. As always, it is crossposted on moongoddessmox!

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The police sirens and loud revving of speeding cars filled the tunnel as you sped down it on your motorcycle. Your duffle bags left behind and forgotten, only weapons you could strap to your body accompanied you as you chased the commotion. You spotted a man with wings, one in a blue skin-tight suit in a car, and another in a catsuit on foot chasing after Bucky as he ran down the busy tunnel. Who the hell were these people? Dating a man with a metal arm was looking more and more normal as you spotted each man following him.

You twisted your right handlebar toward you, revving the engine that vibrated through your body as you sped up, hoping to get to him before the others did. A few cop cars were gaining on Bucky, almost hitting him from behind. You swerved between cars driving the opposite direction as you unhooked a small explosive from your boot, tossing it across the barrier that separated you and the men chasing Bucky. It rolled and exploded underneath one of the cop cars, causing it to fly in the air and create a block in the road.

“What the hell was that?!” the man with wings spoke into his earpiece, causing the one in the car to look in your direction. He spotted you and furrowed his brows confused, unsure who you were and why you were mixed up in the police chase.

“I don’t know but it can’t be good,” he turned his attention back to the road ahead of him. You were listening on an earpiece of your own, one similar to your radio at home that connected to nearby communication systems. Nothing they said gave away who they were, so you could only assume they meant harm to Bucky.

Just as you were gaining on Bucky, he grabbed a motorcycle from an oncoming driver and hopped on it, speeding away even faster. You cursed as you navigated your way through the traffic You watched the man in a catsuit hook himself on the man with wings, struggling to stay on as he kicked at him. Bucky threw something at the roof of the tunnel and it exploded, collapsing it onto the road. A subtle glint of amusement shone in your eyes as you watched him use a similar method of destruction and transportation as yourself–you really were meant for each other.

The winged man stopped abruptly, flinging the other guy off of him and through the falling rubble. The man in the car jumped from the driver's door and ran after them as they rolled across the ground. What is this? A fucking action movie? You skirted to a stop in the distance, the smell of burnt rubber and the dust from the fallen debris of the tunnel filling your nostrils as you watched the police surround the men. As much as you wanted to go to Bucky, you knew you’d be no help to him if you got arrested as well.

Several officers pulled guns and yelled at them before one in a large metal suit flew in and landed near them with his hands extended into weapons. What the hell, Bucky? You remained in the shadows as you watched Bucky let them take him into custody, strapping him into a windowed box and treating him like an animal. The man in blue seemed concerned with his treatment as if he cared about him. Regardless, the only person you were sure you could trust there was Bucky.

You tailed them through Romania to Berlin, following behind a long line of police vehicles transporting the men to a secure location. Bucky seemed resigned as if he knew this day would come and he didn’t want to fight it. It broke your heart to see him like that, reserved and quietly taking whatever they dished out to him. You just wanted to bring him back to safety, take him somewhere far away and start again in another country, together. However, the looming threat of Tony Stark was still in the forefront of your mind, were these men taking him to Stark? What was their plan?

Once you arrived at a large facility, they disappeared into a garage. You cursed to yourself, unable to follow them in without being noticed. Turning down the side of the building, you examined it for any other entrances and analyzed their security. You pulled out a compact computer-like system from your jacket and when you opened it, it booted up a blue and black screen, logging into a high-tech database before it scanned the vicinity. Information popped up about the building’s structure and defenses. It was heavily guarded, definitely a location they didn’t want anyone to get into. The computer beeped and highlighted all the entrances with pulsing dots. With a few clicks of a button, information showed up on the screen about which ones were the least protected. You shut the device and shoved it back in your pocket, digging through the compartment on your motorcycle to find a disguise. You put on a lanyard with a fake nametag and walked toward the entrance with your head down, hoping no one would question whether or not you belonged.

You slipped into a fairly public area of the building, going unnoticed as you entered the restroom and pulled your device out again. It lit up a pathway through the vents to where Bucky was being held. When the coast was clear, you stood on the back of a toilet and unscrewed the vent on the ceiling, before pulling yourself up into it. The vent was a tight squeeze, your bulky shoulders pressed against the metal sides as you slid your body through the vent hoping it wasn’t making too much noise. The sound of your weapons rattled against the metal with each tug of your body, causing you to mentally curse to yourself. Vents, it always has to be fucking vents.

You came to a grate and peered through it, seeing two men speaking to each other in angry tones. One of them was the man in the car that was chasing Bucky, now in plain clothes. As you got a closer look, you realized that it was Steve Rogers. Captain America. You had seen the news about him forever; America’s hero, war vet, and 100 years old. What ties he had with Bucky, you weren’t sure. The other man sat in a chair, seemingly trying to convince Steve of something. As you got a more focused look at him, you clenched up, tightening your jaw, eyes burning with fire. It was Tony Stark. The Tony Stark that was supposedly going to kill Bucky.

You twisted onto your side slowly, careful not to make any sound as you reached for the pistol on your hip. Steve had stormed out of the room and stood off watching some monitors with some other people. You were left alone with Tony. You eyed around the room, looking for anyone that would take immediate notice if Stark fell out of his chair. The gun in your hand was cold, an unwelcome feeling as it weighed heavily on your skin and mind. A long silencer sat at its end and slipped effortlessly through the grate of the vent as you aimed it toward the man in the chair. You watched him for a moment more, hesitating to so easily slip back into your old ways. But Bucky’s face flashed in your head. The way he tucked his face into his pillow when you woke up him, his quiet and deep hum when you kissed his soft lips, his silky hair between your fingers as you pulled it into a bun–you had no choice but to do it, you couldn’t let anyone take Bucky away from you.

Just as your finger applied pressure to the trigger, the lights in the building went out. Tony flew from his chair and left the room in a panic. Shit. You pulled the gun back against your chest and threw your head back in frustration. Hearing the commotion echo through the vents, you shoved your gun back into its holster and shimmied your way to an exit.

You finally came above the room where Bucky was being kept and saw him leave. He seemed different, angry, and fighting anyone in his path. You kicked out the vent grate and it rattled against the floor. The doctor in the room that was speaking to Bucky jumped, startled as he stepped back against the wall. You jumped down from the ceiling, landing on your feet with a thud, and looked up at him.

“Helmut?” you spoke stunned. What the hell was he doing here? Before you could ask any more questions, Steve came running into the room. You hid out of the way, slipping into the dark corner of the room while he pushed your boss against the wall, focusing his attention on him while you sneak out the door.

Whatever was going on couldn’t have been good. Why was Zemo talking to Bucky? How was Captain America tied into this? And Tony? Why did he want Bucky dead? You stifled the questions as you ran through the carnage caused by Bucky, lifeless bodies laid out across the floor of each room you passed through until you spotted him in a fight. He punched Tony across the room, flinging his body through the tables and chairs that sat around empty–previously filled with employees on their breaks, now scattered in heaps and broken chunks. Bucky was carefree. He looked out of place, unlike the soft and timid Bucky you had known in Bucharest.

You followed him as he fought two women who came into the mix, assisting him in fighting them off. You swung at the redhead who tried to attack Bucky from behind as the blonde kicked him. The force of your swing left a whooshing sound in its wake as you made contact with her face. She punched back, clipping your jaw and forcing you to fumble backward. After more blocked kicks and punches, you had her pinned down by the throat against a table. It was then that she saw you clearly, eyes falling open wide as she relaxed her body, letting her guard down.

“Y/N?” Fuck. It was Natasha. The same Natasha that you worked with for two years, going undercover, working big jobs, and doing the dirty work for. The thing about her was that she still had a conscience when it came to killing people, you didn’t–at the time at least. You were always the one who would use a knife to kill, Nat liked to be at a range, using a silenced gun made it feel less real for her. Like it was a game instead. But you, you liked the closeness. The feeling of the knife going in, it made it feel final. Like you had done the job right. That’s what you were taught. “Never leave a loose end” was the mantra that was drilled into you during training, it was the mantra you spoke in your mind when you had to take the life of someone who had accidentally witnessed something.

“Nat?” you loosened your grip, allowing her to gasp as she tried to catch her breath. You looked at her, you hadn’t seen her in years and now here you were fighting.

“What the hell is going on here?” you scoffed out before whipping your head around to see Bucky rolling down the stairs, immediately standing to fight off another person. Nat sat up, drawing your attention back to her for a moment.

“How do you know Bucky?” she asked, rubbing her throat.

“How do you?” you asked back, suspicious that she may have been hired by Tony to assassinate Bucky. Before she could answer, you heard Bucky yell. Turning to look, you saw him fall over the railing of the stairs and disappear. You ran over to look for him, yelling out his name but he was gone.

“Shit!” you yelled, swiftly walking back over to Nat. “Nat, what the fuck is happening here?!” you demanded, pressing her up against the wall.

“He’s not Bucky right now, he’s the Winter Soldier, we’re trying to help him,” you looked at her confused. Winter Soldier? You had no idea who that was, maybe you’d been living in the shadows too long.

“What do you mean?” you questioned and she cocked her head at you.

“You don’t know?”

“Know what?” she sighed, immediately picking up the nature of your relationship from your body language. Nat began to explain Bucky’s history, that he was born in 1917, Hydra taking him and turning him into the Winter Soldier, and what they were doing with him there. You didn’t know if you could trust her, the stuff about his past, yeah it made sense, that was probably true. But if she was meant to kill Bucky, she wouldn’t offer that piece of information. So you still had your doubts about his safety. It wasn’t long after that you heard a large crash outside. It sounded like something hitting the roof of the building then splashing into a body of water. You ran outside to investigate, leaving Nat and the carnage of The Winter Soldier behind.

Outside you saw a helicopter sinking into the water next to the building, blades broken and debris following the wreckage. Bucky…you looked around the area, searching for any sign of him, desperate for him to appear. He was nowhere to be found. You could only assume he was in the water, sinking with the helicopter and trapped. You prepared to dive in, hoping to find him alive and get him to safety, but one last glance around the area showed you two men popping out of the water in the distance. It was Bucky and Steve. A sigh of relief left your body as you followed them, sneaking around so that you weren’t followed by the gathering police.

“Uh, Cap,” Sam Wilson called out. You had a knife to his back in an abandoned warehouse, a private location that he and Steve had brought Bucky to. The man with wings from the tunnel, known as Sam Wilson or the Falcon as your computer read. One scan and you had his entire personnel file in front of you. You had watched Steve bring Bucky into the building, trapping him between a metal press so that he didn’t escape–so he couldn’t use his metal arm.

Steve turned around from his lookout position, slowly walking over to you with his hands up, hoping to deescalate the situation. You watched him as he got closer, Sam turning his head slightly to look at you in the corner of his eye. You pushed the knife into his back, alerting Sam to keep his gaze forward, warning him not to try anything. One stab and it would be over, you had complete control over the situation and you wanted answers.

“Hey, let’s relax, okay? I’m Steve, who are you?” he asked softly, stopping a few feet away from you. You squint your eyes at him, unsure just how much information you wanted to share, but they didn’t appear to hurt Bucky. In fact, Steve had saved him from the water.

“Y/N. What are you doing with Bucky?” you answered sharply. Steve furrowed his brows.

“Protecting him. What are you doing with Bucky? I saw you in Bucharest, you followed him here, he must mean something to you.” He had an authoritative voice, strong and commanding, leaderlike. He was Captain America after all.

“Protecting him.” you mirrored with a cock of your head.

“Alright, seeing as we’re all trying to protect Bucky, can you get the knife out of my back?” Sam questioned with annoyance. You looked at Steve, then Sam, then Bucky who began to stir. With a sigh, you dropped the knife, still holding it firmly in your hand as you backed away from the men. Sam grumbled a quiet “thanks” and turned around to face you. He hadn’t even seen you walk up, you just materialized behind him and he didn’t like that. You were quiet and menacing.

“Steve?” Bucky spoke softly causing the three of you to look at him. Steve walked over to him, Sam keeping his gaze on you with narrowed eyes.

“Which Bucky am I talking to?” Bucky hesitated, slowly looking up at the man in front of him.

“Your mom’s name was Sarah. You used to wear newspapers in your shoes,” Bucky chuckled low, it sounded pained, a harsh remembrance. You moved toward him, wanting to comfort him but Sam sidestepped and watched you, cautious about your behavior.

“Relax, Birdman,” your voice made Bucky’s stomach drop. He was crushed that you were there, hoping that maybe he was just dazed and it wasn’t you. But he looked up through his messy hair, eyes trailing the length of your body, black outfit with weapons strapped to it. He met your eyes and immediately looked away, tears forming as he sat in a crumbled mess before you. His worst fear. His past haunting him and bringing you into it, for you to see him as the Winter Soldier.

“Y/N…” his voice was broken, such a soft whisper that it broke your heart. Disregarding the other two men in the room, you made your way to Bucky, kneeling before him and lifting his chin with your gloved hand. He kept his eyes closed for a moment until you ran your thumb across his bottom lip and nudged his chin.

“Buck,” God. Your voice was so soft when you spoke to him, still free of any judgment. He expected to hear fear, disgust, something broken and final, a hint of you wanting to leave him–but it wasn’t there. Even in that state, you still spoke to him with such care and overwhelming love.

“You weren’t supposed to see me like this,” he said, averting his eyes again. He looked embarrassed, defeated.

“And you were supposed to take me out to dinner,” you chuckled softly. A smile graced his face for a moment. Steve and Sam shared a look of confusion and a glimmer of proudness. Bucky had himself a little girlfriend. They couldn’t help but smirk, stifling it before it could be seen.

“I think there’s a lot we need to discuss, Bucky, but right now we seem to have bigger issues,” you nodded to the two men watching over you. Bucky furrowed his brows and looked up, seeing their concerned gaze.

“What did I do?” Bucky asked, sitting up a little straighter. You stood, standing next to him with your legs making contact, a gesture of comfort for Bucky.

“Enough,” Steve said. Bucky groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as you placed a hand softly on his shoulder. Steve questioned Bucky about the man who visited him earlier, seeking out information about what he wanted. You kept quiet as you listened, trying to decipher the situation. The doctor they spoke about wasn’t a doctor at all, he was your boss, the one who sent you here in the first place. What you couldn’t figure out was why. Why did he speak to Bucky? Why was he interested in the other Winter Soldiers in Siberia? Tony Stark was still considered a threat and seeing these men in hiding seemed to prove the point that Stark couldn’t be trusted. It didn’t make sense that Zemo would visit Bucky if he was trying to get you to kill Tony. While it seemed like you would be forming a reluctant pack with Captain America and the Falcon, you figured it was best to keep your true motives and connection to Zemo a secret.

Bucky winced as he adjusted his arm, still stuck under the metal press. You ran your hand over his left shoulder, gently massaging it.

“Hey, now that you guys are all buddied up, could you release his arm?” you said sternly. It wasn’t a request and they could tell. Steve helped Bucky out of it and stood against the wall, discussing things with Sam.

“Hey,” you whispered to Bucky, tugging at his right sleeve to get him to stand up. He followed you to the corner of the room, Steve’s eyes on the two of you to make sure you didn’t run off. Bucky turned his back to him, blocking his view of you and his face. You gently brushed your fingers against his scruffy cheek, tenderness in your eyes as you looked at his bloody face.

“I love you, Buck,” you said softly. You ran your thumb over his bottom lip as it quivered. Bucky pressed his forehead against yours and returned the statement in a low breath.

“Y/N, I don’t know why you still love me after all this. You saw what I did, you’re better off-” you shut him up with a quick kiss. A kiss that was discrete and soft but filled with enough love for a lifetime.

“Bucky, look at me, you’re worried about your past? I’m the last person to judge,” he looked at you, fully taking in your attire. Each weapon, even the ones that were mostly concealed and could be missed upon first glance. It was a stark difference from the baggy flannel and t-shirts you would wear around Bucharest, tending to your orchard and running your stand at the market. The black suit hugged your round body and allowed for stealth, and sliding through vents, apparently.

“I guess there’s a lot we don’t know about each other,” he joked, placing a large hand on your ribs. Fingers slotting between your soft rolls.

“Well, I ran into an old acquaintance, she kind of gave me the lowdown on your situation. Just a bit,” you smiled. He furrowed his brows at you.

“An old acquaintance?”

“Nat, we kind of…go way back. She told me about the 40s? Didn’t realize I was dating such an old man,” you teased lightly, hoping to lift his mood a little, unsure how he’d feel about you knowing about his past.

“I didn’t realize I was dating a…ninja,” he chuckled, rubbing his thumb over your outfit. You scoffed out a small laugh.

“Ninja? Assassin, thank you very much. Not that I’m proud of it, but still,” you shrugged. You looked into each other’s eyes for a moment. Words didn’t need to be said, you could see it in your eyes. The love, the understanding, the bond. It was unbreakable. At least, as long as you could get to Stark before he got to Bucky. You weren’t sure how Bucky would feel afterward, knowing that you killed someone on purpose, he wasn’t supposed to know, but it seemed like he was mixed up in his own shit with Stark and you wouldn’t be able to get away with it in secret.

“We need to go,” Steve called out to the two of you. Bucky inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours again to ground himself.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone,” he whispered. Your heart broke for him, you couldn’t help but reach around his body and pull him into a hug. Sam and Steve shot their eyebrows up as they watched, rubbing the back of their necks awkwardly as they waited for the lovey-dovey shit to end.

“Then don’t, I’m with you till the end Buck, I trust you,” you pressed your face into his broad chest. His arms found their way around your body, squeezing you close.

“Afterward, we can talk about our pasts in depth. There’s a lot of shit about me that you need to know. I haven’t been a good person, Bucky,” you choked up, feeling the weight heavy on your shoulders, fearful that he’d leave after he knew everything. Everything. God. It was such a long history of crap.

“Obviously, neither have I,” he pulled away and held your face in his hands, “I’m with you till the end, right?” your eyes welled up with tears. He drew you into a kiss, deep and reassuring. Reassuring himself that he had you. Reassuring himself that he could do this. Reassuring himself that he was Bucky. Not the Winter Soldier.

“Let’s go to Siberia,” you whispered against his lips. He gave you one last look, one last confirmation that he would be alright. And you returned everything he was seeking. Love. Trust. Reassurance. He’d be alright with you by his side. Besides, you looked like you could handle yourself. Partners in crime rehabilitation with the occasional war to fight.