#big boy bucky

[s0urw00lf]

All the time

Bucky Barnes x reader

The three times you called his name. The one time he answered.

1940’s era: James Barnes

Y/n l/n had regrettably found herself on a date with a something shed be called unladylike for saying asshole. To be fair her mother wouldn’t let her turn the man down, ready to get her married off before the war. She was currently at the movies sitting beside him as his arm draped sloppily over her shoulder and much to close to her breast for her liking all the while he continuously yelled for the movie to start. People all over the theater were ‘shhh’ing him but he didn’t care as he continued on, making y/n want to melt into her seat with embarrassment. You heard from behind you “hey, wanna show some respect?” Someone whispered. You turned around to see a small frail man, you mouthed ‘I’m sorry” and he just nodded back. Again “who cared, Just start the cartoon” he said. Y/n sighed about to get up and leave until the small man spoke up again “hey you wanna shut up?” At that point Tommy heard him and turned towards him.

Somehow you found yourself in the alleyway trying to pull Tommy off of the guy. “Tommy that’s enough” you said pulling his arm, he pushed you down hard making you hit your head on a rock and you felt the blood immediately pool down your face not fully aware of what was going on anymore, until you were pulled up softly “you okay ma’am” you were asked. “Yes, yes I’m fine he needs More help than me” you said pointing to the fight, not even looking at the man that helped you up, more focused on the blood running down your face. You soon saw Tommy walk past you and grabbed your wrist firmly “come on y/n” he said angrily. You struggled against his grip “let me go you pig” you said as you clawed at his hand trying to separate it from your wrist. He didn’t budge “let go of me you disgusting pig” you cried putting as much resistance as you could.

Tommy finally turned and gave you the worst bitch face and forcefully pushed you back as he let go. You fell to the muddy ground, and tears formed in your eyes when you looked down and seen how dirty yourself and your dress was. The two men had seen the whole interaction and rushed to help you up. “Thanks” you said not making eye contact with either as you tried to make yourself a bit more presentable even though those stains weren’t gonna come out without some stern washing. You finally looked up when the shorter man spoke “no thank you for trying to help me. I’m Steve by the way. Steve rogers” he said. You nodded “y/n l/n, wish we could’ve met on better terms” you said with a small laugh. “Steve seems to find trouble everywhere he goes. James Barnes” the other man spoke. You finally took a good look at him and you let out a gasp when you made eye contact with the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen.

He towered over you and his brunet hair only heightened his handsome features. “Oh, uh yeah I mean it happens right?” You replied trying to cover up how shocked you were at his handsome face. He smiled and nodded, making you melt a little. Suddenly you’d felt a little more self conscious. “Hey Steve, how about you go get cleaned up and I’ll walk miss y/n here home.” James says. Steve looked up at him in confusion “why, we goin somewhere?” He asked. James nodded “the future” he said smiling and handed Steve a pamphlet. Steve studied the pamphlet before nodding and making his way home with a nod to you and a pat on James’s back. James led you back to the sidewalk and you began to get dirty looks from people passing by, making you even more uncomfortable and self conscious .

James luckily noticed and started up conversation in hopes to distract you, “So, what where you doing here with, and excuse my language, an asshole like that” he asked. She sighed “my mom, she wants me married or at least in the process of getting married. She’s getting old and my pa passed some time ago, she doesn’t think I can make it on my own.” You said bitterly. You looked at him taking in his attire for the first time “you getting shipped out?” You asked. He nodded “Sargent James Barnes, shipped out to England first thing tomorrow morning” he said standing proud. You nodded lowering your head to watch your shoes as you walk feeling a bit disappointed because he and his friend were the first decent men you’d come across in all of Brooklyn.

“James Barnes”

—————

Winter soldier era

after being let out of cyro for the first time in decades the soldier was led to a morally grey room, by the same man with round glasses shed seen before she went into the cyro. Aside from the table and two medal chairs, the room was empty much like the rest of the facility.

The only difference from the rest is there was a lingering presence in the darkest corner of the room. All she could see was the shining of something silver. She made no face, showed no sign of weakness, because she couldn’t, she’d been erased of everything. Fear included. But she stayed on high alert, ready to defend herself and her boss. “Sit” zolo demanded.

She took a stealthy seat, not making any noise as she did so, not even as her boot made contact with the ground on the other side of the chair. She stared at the man who had also taken a seat in front of her. “You have been assigned a new partner, it he has been made to match your every move as if it was your own. You fit together like a puzzle.” The man stated.

She nodded letting the man know she understood. “Step out soldat” the man demanded. At the corner of her eye she’d seen it, the smoothest movement as the figure slipped out of the darkness and into the light. “Meet the winter soldier” said zolo. She slowly turned her head meeting the steel blue eyes. ‘Barnes’ the name had echoed in her head but she was careful not to let her expression shift. She looked back to zolo only to see him eyeing the herself and the soldier carefully. She chose not to make it known. “Do we have a mission?” She asked, voice hoarse from not being used in so long.

“You do” he said and smiled his sickening smile. A file was placed in front of her, the soldier came to stand behind her so he could see, she almost felt at ease. She opened the file only to be met with a photo of a blonde haired blue eyed man. Captain ‘Steve rogers’ America. “What do you want us to do?” The man finally spoke behind her. His voice deep and hoarse as well. “Find him. Bring him alive. Beat him to the brink of death if you have to. But. Bring. Him. Alive.” He demanded. The pair nodded in understanding, before bing dismissed.

as they made their way to the jet and got stocked up on weapons and ammo the name ‘Barnes’ kept running through her head. So much so that it slipped out of her mouth.

“Barnes”

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Fatws era

The last time you’d come face to face with james it was after the thanos war, you’d lived with nat while you were figuring things out before then you’d been snapped and now you’re living close toSam’s sister Sarah, helping her out with the boys. On this particular day you had walked into Sarah’s house in search of some flour, as you had ran out some days ago, “hey sara-“ you called but stopped yourself as your eyes landed on an all to familiar shield in the hands of Sarah’s boys. “Hey where’d you-“ she began to question but the oldest shushed her and pointed to the couch. Y/ns brows furrowed as she looked only to see that all too familiar face, obviously just now waking up. She ushered the boys away, but was quick to take the shield before they slipped too far out of her reach. “Hey, I uh- i didn’t know that you were here” she said awkwardly. “I just got here yesterday. I didn’t know you lived here” he said as he sat up from his laying position. “Oh no no. I don’t live here. Like here as in this house, I’m neighbors with Sarah.” You said shaking your head.

All he did was smile at you in amusement, making your cheeks heat up. “Uh well i only came to get something, I’ll be out of here soon” you said slowly backing away into the kitchen. Helping yourself to the flower you’d initially came to get. As you passed him again, he looked lost in thought so you cleared your throat, once again catching his attention. “Uh i live next door, if you uh- ever wanna come by and talk things over” you said nervously picking at your fingers. He smiled that charming smile that had you swooning since day one and nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind” he said. You nodded and backed away from the room and out of the door you used to enter the house.

a while had gone by since your interaction with James and if you’re being honest, you are really disappointed because you were looking forward to seeing him again. You are about to pack up for bed when a knock on your door broke you out of your daydream. You went to cautious because old habits die hard, you open the door to come face-to-face with James Buchanan Barnes. “Oh, hey I wasn’t expecting you” you’d said stupidly before you could think. You were totally expecting him, hoping and praying for him to knock on your door. “If im gonna be honest i want going to. Last time we’d seen each other we left off on a kiss and a barely confessed ‘I love you’. Sam told me not to let that go again.” He said sincerely. “ Well, Sam was right. Ever the wingman, no pun intended” you said letting out a laugh, as did he. Before either of you could make another remark, Bucky rushed forward and pressed a kiss to your lips. The kiss was soft and full of longing and warmth, happiness flooded you like you just took your first drink of hot chocolate on a chilly winter morning. The two of you separated breathing heavily

“my Bucky Barnes.”

“My Y/n L/n”

[jakes3resin]

More Modern Reincarnation AU thoughts

"So what brought you to town?" Buck asks.

"Ah," Bucky stares down at his coffee. The ice has already started melting in the late summer heat. He fiddles with it, swirling it around. "It's a bit complicated."

"How so?" Buck leans in.

"A bit too complicated for a first meeting," Bucky says with a sad smile. "I don't wanna scare you off when I just met you now do I Buck?"

"Well, I don't scare so easy." Buck reaches out placing a hand on Bucky's own. "But I won't force you."

"Thanks," Bucky squeezes Buck's. "But, that doesn't mean we can't talk about you."

"Ha," Buck breathes out a laugh. He still hasn't pulled his hand away. "I see how it is. Dodge the question, so you can repeat it. You turned the tables on me real quick."

"Just curious," Bucky laughed. Buck stared at him wide-eyed. "Don't get a lot of boys telling me I look like an old friend from Wisconsin, and I'm curious about the one who did."

"Well," Buck draws out the word. He still hasn't taken his eyes off of Bucky, and it's hard work fighting a blush with those blue eyes taking in his every feature. "I'm a student at Georgetown. Trying for my PhD."

"Wow," Bucky pushes his glasses up. "In what?"

"Interplanetary physics." Buck says it with a smile. "Bit nerdy, right?"

"Not at all!" Bucky leans in affronted that someone would dare say that. "Who told you that? They're just jealous."

✨️

"I don't know why I'm telling you all this," Bucky laughs. Shakes his head and starts to pace because he really can't explain it, and it drives him up the wall. "There's just something different about you? I think."

Bucky pauses, shakes his head again as if that'll clear his head. Buck hasn't stopped staring at him.

"You're something else, Buck." Bucky stops pacing to just stare right back at Buck. He doesn't do that very often, stare back at Buck. When he does, a weight presses down, down, down on his chest until he can scarcely breathe. Buck never looks away, but Bucky always has to.

✨️

"Why do you go by the name Egan?" Buck asks him one day while they're slaving over textbooks and assignments in another coffee shop. Bucky found this one online a week ago. The lemon tarts are divine, but the coffee is so so. Though that may be because he chose a lavender oat milk latte instead of his usual caramel macchiato. Sue him, the sign next to the tarts had said they paired well together. Bucky shrugs, not lifting his eyes from his reading. Buck has to tap him on the nose to get a better answer.

"Easier, I guess." Bucky pushes up his glasses with one finger. Buck still stares at him as if every motion or movement is brand new, like he's one of the stars Buck adores so much. Bucky still can't stare back for too long. "No one expects someone with my family name to change it, so I can fly under the radar. Live my life without the burden of all those eyes."

I have SO MANY thoughts about this AU! Someone please take them out of my head, I need to focus on England Arc for my a/b/o fic series!

[thesugarclubs-blog]

Sweet Disposition - Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: big city girl OC x small town boy, strawberry farmer Bucky, lost love, friends to lovers, soft smut, 18+

word count: 10.5k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1368315076-sweet-disposition-daisy

Masterlist

From the moment Daisy stepped foot off the plane, the air felt different. Cleaner, fresher — the effects of nature easing its way into her lungs with each breath, and it was like her body sagged in relief after five years of New York air. 

Stepping out of the small arrivals hall, she awkwardly dragged her suitcases behind her. They were heavy, filled with anything and everything she could fit from the small studio apartment she had to give up. 

She loved that apartment. 

She loved her job too, but when the PR company went under, it took her right with it — straight to rock bottom. 

Daisy sighed, swept her hair behind her ear as she looked for directions to the nearest car rental place, and she was about to set off lugging her bags again when someone called her name. 

“Little Daisy-May back from the big city, huh?” 

Daisy whirled around, a deep frown on her face, to see Steve — Stevie, her brain helpfully supplied — jogging towards her. All broad shouldered, blonde haired, six-foot-two of him in tattered jeans and a dirty white t-shirt.

“Your mom sent me,” he reasoned, palms up in defense, “she said she’d text you to let you know.”

“She probably did,” Daisy replied, “reception has never been great out here though, has it?” 

Steve just shrugged as he reached his hand out for a suitcase, and Daisy noticed the grease and muck under his nails, a stark contrast to her perfect manicure. 

“You’re still at the auto shop?” 

“Yep. Your pops just made me manager actually,” Steve replied with a proud grin. “Come on, truck’s this way.”

Daisy stared at him as his lips curled in a genuine, reassuring smile and for some reason it was really hard to believe that scrawny, asthmatic Steve was now standing in front of her; one big hand wrapped on the handle of her suitcase, and one thumb pointed behind him to what she was sure was still his father’s scrap of a truck.

Somewhere along the way, she forgot how the most unusual things held a certain emotional meaning.

“Manager, huh?” Daisy managed to croak out, plastering a smirk on her face to sell the best impression of what she was supposed to look like. 

Steve’s smile faltered for a second as he turned to lead the way.

"Yeah. Wasn't that much of a change, as I already did the office stuff for your pops anyway." They were walking outside of the building and towards the parking slots until Daisy's eyes met the rusty silver truck she had expected. Of course, he didn't buy a new one. 

"Still the same truck, huh?" Her lips curled into a tiny smile while she looked at him. Steve smiled back at her, before rounding the truck to place her suitcases on the back seats.

"Everything ages like fine wine. You just need to know how to take care of it." he winked at her.

"Down cowboy," Daisy gave him a tight, forced laugh. 

Preparing to come home had been a nightmare, mostly because it had been the last place in the world she had wanted to end up. She had watched her mother grow stagnant here, her mother that would surely die here and Daisy swore she'd never let that happen to her.  Postcards from home made small town life look pleasant and sweet, relaxing even but it was anything but for her. Small town life was suffocating, like a piece of twine wrapped around her throat until her lips turned blue. 

"Daisy," Steve leaned against the open passenger door, the wind pushing his hair around his face. "Your mom didn't say much about why you're home but you're gonna be okay." He smiled at her, instilling that hope he held on to so fiercely into her.

The drive into town was just as she remembered. Fields and more fields, a cow and a horse here and there, and then suddenly old country homes and faded storefronts. Everything was lived in and loved, used and passed down and nurtured to last because that’s what the people here did. 

“Nothing’s changed,” Daisy murmured as the truck bumped over the dirt track that led to her family home. 

“Some things have,” Steve replied with a soft smile, and Daisy didn’t have time to ask what that meant before Steve was killing the engine and the front door of the house was swung open to reveal her mother.

Smile wide, white apron firmly wrapped around her waist, Katie waved her hands in the air to catch their attention from the front porch.

“Oh, God…” Daisy chuckled, shaking her head slightly, and some of the tension holding her heart hostage eased its grip. 

“My sweet, sweet baby!” Her mother squealed just as both of them climbed out of the truck, power-walking toward them. “And Stevie!”

“Hello, Mrs. Moore,” Steve grinned brightly, glancing at Daisy. “Look who I found at the—“

But just as he tried to make his bad dad joke, Katie tackled Daisy into one of the biggest hugs she’d received in a long time. And the tension, for a brief moment, was completely gone.

Daisy melted into the hug, her fingers dug slightly into her mother's supple back as she hugged her even tighter. Not an inch of space left between them and if any was left would just be filled by all of the love emanating from her. 

Catherine Moore always gave the best hugs. 

When she was little they were capable of fixing any problem Daisy might be met with, but she wasn't that little girl anymore and her hug wouldn't bring back the life she lost in the city. She felt guilty, still longing to be back there, in her own space while in the warm embrace of her loving mother who always longed for her to come visit, to let go of a bit of work and spend some time back home. 

Daisy closed her eyes and let out a deep breath, holding on to her mom a bit tighter. "Hi mama," she whispered.

"Hi, my sweet girl," says Katie while holding her daughter tightly. “We’ve missed you so much. I feel like it’s been forever since you last visited!”

Daisy smiled at her mom, knowing where this conversation was going, “It has not been so long, mother. I visited that one Christmas.” Her mom always finds an opportunity to scold her about not visiting them enough.

“That was four years ago, Daisy!”

Blushing, Daisy pulled back from the hug. "Sorry... Things were always so busy and... I always tried to call at least."

Her arms still on Daisy's arms, her Mom softened, smiling patiently up at her before patting her gently. 

"I know darling, but that won't be a problem now that you're home, right?"

Daisy held back the grimace, not wanting to admit that she didn't really want to be back in her hometown long term, "Sure, Mama."

Katie glanced at Steve, "You're coming to her welcome home dinner tomorrow, right?"

"Of course, Mrs. Moore! Wouldn't miss your homemade strawberry cake!"

Steve backed away toward his truck leaving Daisy to fend for herself with her overbearing mother. “Come on inside now, we have too much catching up to do and not enough time.”

Daisy chewed on her lip, “you know what mama I think I’m going to go for a run, clear my head. I feel so cramped up from the plane.” Her mother eyed her suspiciously, knowing that Daisy wasn’t ready to enter the mausoleum that had become her childhood. “Tell you what,” she unhooked the truck keys from the door inside and chucked them at Daisy. “Run to the farmers market for your mama, I forgot some things for dinner.” 

“The one in town?” Daisy asked, looping the key ring around her finger. “I didn’t see it when we passed through?”

“Oh, no. The one in town changed days last year — we had a vote, so it’s on Tuesdays and Thursdays now, which Aggie down at the greengrocers hates but the silly goose didn’t make it down to town hall quick—“

“Mom,” Daisy chuckled, “you can catch me up on the gossip later. Where am I going?”

“Sorry, sorry! Head over to Greenwood,” Katie replied as Daisy nodded and made her way towards their family truck, “and take your time, make sure you check out all the stalls!”

“I will!” She said above her shoulder, relishing the square smile her mother flashed her before leaning against the threshold to look at her go. 

“Greenwood, Greenwood…” Daisy murmured as she settled into the driver’s seat and started the engine, sighing deeply at the sputtering noise she received in response. 

The ride was filled with silence as she drove almost all the way on autopilot, glancing at the landscape that seemed preserved in amber— every barn, every field, and even the clouds.

By the time she pulled over in the parking lot and climbed out of the truck, Daisy had to wipe away from her face a deep scowl, knowing perfectly well that a farmers’ market meant seeing familiar faces, lots of whom she probably had yet to meet since she ran away years before. 

With a deep breath, she walked under the wooden arch on which grew undisturbed vines, impossibly green and vibrant. Daisy let her eyes wander around the stands to find the first item on her mother's list: Chicken wings.

Remembering all the Sunday afternoons her and her father had been watching football and eating chicken wings on the couch in front of the television while being screamed at by her mother to be careful to not ruin the leather. A smile crawled on her face, while she was looking for the right stand to get some chicken.

Three stands further down the aisle she could see a big sign with "Sam's Red Wings" and a familiar face standing behind the large fridges.

Sam Wilson and Daisy had been on the same local High School, sharing a lot of classes with Steve and their mutual friend Bucky. 

After leaving them behind to move to the city, she hadn't been able to hold contact with any of them.

 "Got some new chicks, Wilson?" she screamed in his direction. Sam's eyes widened when he saw his former friend, opening the arms in a welcoming gesture.

"Daisy Moore. Welcome home. Missed the clean air and friendly people?"

"There are plenty of friendly people in New York, too. Mama needs some chicken wings for dinner tomorrow and I see you took over your father's chicken farm. Although I renamed it."

"Yes, I decided to go for a different breed than dad. These are New Hampshire Reds. They are easier to keep than the ones my dad had." Sam pulled his phone off his pants and proudly showed her some pictures of the chicken on his farm. 

"They are really... red," Daisy commented, obviously not sharing Sam's enthusiasm for chicken. 

"Yeah. Makes it easier to find them, when the little assholes decide to break out of the coop again and run through town."

“Definitely won’t have any trouble finding them!” She chuckled, taking the package of wings he held out for her.

He waved away the money she offered, giving her a broad grin.

“They’re n the house Dais, call it a welcome home gift.”

“Well thank you Sam, I appreciate that. Let’s catch up soon, OK?”

“Sure thing Dais, you know where to find me.”

With a final grin at her old friend and a heart that felt a little lighter than before Daisy made her way around the market, checking off bread from Hill’s Baked Goods, and cheese that she got from Coulson’s Dairy.

Reading the final item on the list she raised her head and scanned the stalls. Strawberries. Where would she find strawberries?

There it was, in a little corner hidden almost from view. Well, if you could call it a strawberry stall, that is. It was so… bland. She could have passed alongside it and wouldn’t even notice that it was there. The stall had no colors, it was just a plain and boring wooden stall with the fresh fruit on top with a small sign that said ‘strawberries.’ It wasn’t inviting and she wondered if this was something that she could help the person in charge with. 

Daisy approaches the stall, ready to pick up the fruit when she notices who is behind it, “Bucky?”

Hearing a voice he thought he would never hear again, Bucky's eyes widened. "Daisy?" He blinked, then blinked again, afraid that she would vanish from sight like she did all those years ago. "You... you're home?"

Daisy's heart thudded wildly in her chest as she drank him in, golden strands of sun kissed brown hair floated around his face highlighting his painfully blue eyes. He was wearing a dark riding shirt that was unbuttoned around the collar and a pair of jeans that looked more than worked in. He rubbed his hands on his pants and stood up straight, really getting a good look at her. 

"Hey Buck," she whispered with a nod.

“Hey,” He said, jutting his jaw to the side and leaning forward to rest his palms flat on the wooden stand. “What brings you back to town?”

“Uh, I—” She stuttered, fighting against both a blush and his intense stare, glancing around the stand to find a way to sidetrack the conversation. “I just got here and my mother already sent me for errands.”

He nodded, taking in the way she kept fidgeting with the strap of her bag, relishing in how she was nibbling into her lower lip. Daisy had never been good at hiding her emotions, at least not from him.

“Hm. That’s classic Katie,” Bucky somewhat grumbled, bringing back to life memories on memories of his interaction with her mother. He vaguely gestured around himself, “How can I help you?” 

Daisy’s eyes snapped on his, a single idea now taking over the entirety of her colorful mind. How long had it been since her creativity sparked like that?

“I was looking for strawberries. Do you happen to know where I can find some?”

“Ya know, I’m sure I saw some around here somewhere…” he muttered, rubbing his chin and staring around.

It took a moment but Daisy finally caught the slight wobble of his chin as he tried not to laugh and she burst into chuckles herself.

“How you been, Buck?” She asked with guarded affection.

“Not as good as you it seems,” he replied, casting his eyes over her.

Her smile faltered a little at that. Although her life was good for some time, it wasn't like that now, was it? At that moment, she didn’t like the thought of him thinking that she had failed to hold onto that dream that was her life. The dream that made her ran away from home and, ultimately, him. 

Daisy pushed those thoughts aside, “Like what you see, Buck?” She knew she was teasing him, but she couldn’t help it. “Now, how about some strawberries?”

Bucky swallowed thickly. He turned and lifted a couple of containers full of strawberries before putting them down in front of her. "These are the freshest that I have. Picked them just this morning." 

He stares at her like he wonders what has brought her back here all of a sudden. Daisy had been so set on life in the city and getting out of here. Bucky ran one hand through his hair absently, making it stand up in odd directions.

Daisy picked one from the container, pressing it to her lips and tasting a bite. Even in heartbreak and disappointment she had always loved his obsession with her lips and seeing how his eyes grew made her heart flutter quickly. 

"They're really good, Buck," Daisy smiled, looking at the bundles.

"They were always your favorite." She swore he said but when she looked back over at him he was digging through a box, avoiding eye contact.

Daisy watched him for a moment, eyes trailing over his broad back as he turned away. She remembered how he would look, head buried under the hood of a car in her dad’s garage, tinkering and humming and dancing towards her with teasing hands, covered in grease. 

She wondered what made him buy a strawberry farm when her dad was talking about him taking over Moore Motor Repair one day. 

Clearly she wondered out loud, because Bucky was turning back, a shy smile on his face. 

“I like being out in the sun, nurturing the crops — it’s a different kind of satisfaction when the produce is good. I grew these, Dais!” He laughed, featuring to the punnets on the table. “And um, I might get an endless amount of your mom’s strawberry cake in exchange for the fruit that isn’t quite saleable.”

“Oh, so you’re in it for the cake?” Daisy chuckled softly, “figures.”

"I've always loved dessert." He winked at her, before quickly turning around to sort some of his strawberries into a new container. 

"Must be satisfying," Daisy mumbled. Her thumb and index finger were rolling another strawberry around while getting rid of the leaved that were still on top of it. With a smooth movement the fruit landed in her mouth.

"What do you mean?" Bucky still hadn't turned towards her, his hands occupied with sorting the unperfect berries out of different boxes and into larger container with a shild "Not perfect, but still delicious. Try me!"sticking to it.

"Seeing the crops grow and knowing that they only do that because you took care of them." 

Daisy's lips were stained dark red from the juicy strawberries and she saw Bucky turning around, she painfully slowly licked the juice off her lips.

His blue eyes followed every movement of her tongue patiently.

“What can I do for you Daisy-May?” He asked, her childhood name was a song from his lips.

“Mama needs a punnet of your best, Buck,” she replied, her cheeks flushing as red as the berries spread before her.

“Can’t believe she’s gone through a whole three punnets in two days but still…what Katie wants, Katie gets.”

He picked up a wooden carton and surveyed the array of fruit before him. Picking one or two from each pile, eyeing them critically, he placed those that passed inspection into his carton.

“Only the best for Mama Moore,” he hummed, throwing a flirty wink at Daisy that made something thump in her chest.

Daisy picked up the carton with the strawberries, “Thanks, Buck. Well, this is the last item on mama's list. I guess I better get going. Maybe I’ll see you around?”

"Oh, I'm sure we'll cross paths," he says winking at her, "it's not like you can hide too much here, being a small town and all."

She laughed softly as she tucked the carton under her arm. "I'm sure we will too. You be good, okay?"

Daisy looked around her, taking in all the laughing families and smiling vendors, noticing that Bucky’s stall was tucked away and completely unseen by anyone. She turned back to him to find him still staring at her.

“Can I help you Daisy?” He smirked at her. 

“You stall is lame,” she quipped and watched him rub the back of his neck with his hand uncomfortably. “I mean like, it’s not as busy and it should be.” She tried to recover.

Nice save, Daisy-May,” Bucky replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm, and Daisy cringed. 

“Sorry, it’s just— look, how long have you had the farm for?” 

“Three years,” Bucky replied, “and you should have seen it before, I’ve honestly turned it around.” 

“Uh huh.” Daisy wasn’t convinced but Bucky seemed to bristle, straightening up in the way he’d always done when things hit a nerve.

“Daisy. I have the stall, and I sell to local supermarkets. I do okay.“ 

“But you could do better,” Daisy urged, “this is what I do, Buck, let me help!” 

Bucky resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "If you're going to suggest social media to me, I'm not really into all of that stuff. I never have been, and you know that."

Daisy sighed and shook her head. "You are so damn stubborn, Barnes."

"I get the last name treatment now?" he laughed.

"You should always get it," Daisy rolled her eyes. "Let me help."

"Im not a pet project," his tone dropped. "You can't come home for a day and-"

"Blah, blah, blah. This isn't for me, it's for you. It's for the strawberries."

“Daisy, I’m not doing this right now. You’re driving away customers,” Bucky hissed, and the cute, frowny, little crease between his eyebrows appeared. 

“What customers, Buck? I’ve been standing here for ten minutes and nobody else has come over. Everyone loves strawberries, Bucky. But why should they buy yours? You gotta draw them in!” 

Bucky scowled, arms crossed over his chest. 

“You left, Daisy, you left town and I’m not— I can’t just welcome you back with open arms and let you solve all my problems. We’re not eighteen anymore.” 

Daisy took a startled step back and narrowed her eyes at him.  "No," she said firmly. "We're not." She sighed. "When you're willing to get help, you know where to find me." Daisy sat a few bills on the counter before she turned and started her trek back to her truck. People never change.

Later that night Daisy was curled into the hammock on her mama's porch, tucked in tight with a blanket and checking her emails when her phone rang. 

"Hi Bucky," she cooed into her phone, hiding the shake of her fingers and the tremble of her nervous voice. "What can I do for you?" 

"Come to the farm tomorrow," he gruffed, "and Daisy?"

"Yes Bucky?" She smiled. 

"For the love of god, don't wear heels, borrow a pair of your momma's boots." He warned.

“This is cute,” Daisy beamed as she hopped out of the truck the next morning, wellies hitting the mud and squelching thanks to the overnight rain. 

“Thank you?” Bucky replied, pulling a face as he looked down at his shirt, “although cute wasn’t really what I was going for when I dressed this morning.” 

“And to think your sense of humor is what attracted me to you in the first place, whatever was I thinking?” 

Bucky grinned, big and lopsided, his nose scrunching in the way that always gave her a warm, fuzzy feeling in her belly. 

“Daisy, Daisy… are you gonna help me, or keep insulting me on my own damn farm?” 

“Give me a tour then, farmer boy.” 

Bucky slung his arm around her shoulders and led her toward the field of berries, and Daisy couldn’t help but revel in the warmth and weight of him beside her, just like old times.

She threw her arm across his back, a smirk tugging at her lips when she felt the way his muscles tensed under her touch. 

Daisy took in a selfish breath of his scent, closing her eyes softly as the mix of amber and oud of his perfume flooded her senses. A faint sweet smell from the strawberries accompanying it but all of the thoughts swirling in her mind replaced it with the smell of leather and grease that was usually mixed in with his perfume when they’d lay together on the porch swing. 

A small tug from towards him broke her away from her trance and when she looked back, Bucky’s eyes were looking back. 

“Where’d you go there, Blossom? You okay?” 

Her heart clenched at her old pet name and she shook her head, smiling back at him, “Great yeah, so whatcha got going here Barnes?” 

He narrowed his eyes just a touch but she saw how he quickly let it go, almost like he didn’t want to dig up their past. 

“Let’s go check out the beds, yeah?” 

“Mmm not sure if we’re there yet Buck,” she teased raising a brow.

Bucky rolled his eyes, but a small smile ghosted his lips he never could help but enjoy her witty banter when they were younger. "The strawberry beds, gutter hound."

"It's your fault," she countered. "You made me this way."

For a moment Bucky fell silent, his blue eyes sucking her in like they had so many years ago. Then he cleared his throat, "Right. So."

Daisy waited patiently while he hesitated then started again after looking away. "Maybe I do need your help after all," he admitted. "I don't know anything about social media," he huffed, "And maybe it would help."

“Start with something small,” Daisy said. “What do you want the farm to stand for?” 

She palmed a plant in her hand, gently caressing the strawberry as she waited for his answer. 

“Family,” his eyebrows knitted together. 

“So where are they?” Daisy asked looking around. “The families? You should be holding days where people can come and pick themselves. Or events for the kids during summer vacation.” 

He stared at her in awe, “what?” She laughed, shrugging him off. 

“You found yourself out there,” he swallowed tightly, “didn’t you?” 

“I thrived,” she gave him a soft, heartbreaking smile. “Doesn’t matter though. It wasn’t enough.”  

“You were always enough for me Daisy May,” he said so matter of factly. “In fact most days you were too much.”

A pang rang through her chest as Daisy’s heart clenched. 

“Well that’s not true,” she breathed, “you always knew how to handle me Buck, I was never too much…even when I was.” 

They held each other’s gazes and Daisy saw that soft boyish twinkle in his eyes come back for just a touch as he smiled down bashfully.

Daisy couldn't help but to smile at him, feeling that tightness in her chest like she did all those years ago, before she left. She cleared her throat and turned to walk down the row, in between the strawberry beds once more. "Anyway... um... family days are a good idea, let people pick their own berries. You could set something up for events too."

"Who would want to come here for an event?" he asked. 

"A lot of people. Tourists, people on vacation. Or even as a date or family day, like you'd mentioned. Do you can the strawberries here too? Or just sell the fruit straight?" she asked curiously.

“Do you not talk to your mama at all Daisy May?” Bucky laughed running a hand through his hair. 

“I avoid it when I can it’s usually laced with guilt trips over my lack of visits and phone calls,” Daisy groaned. 

“She cans it all, I sell it at the market on the weekend.” Bucky nodded, his gaze falling to ground as he turned to lead them further into the farm. “You know the guilt trips would be alleviated if you called more.” 

“Now you sound like her,” Daisy groaned kicking a clump of dirt. 

As the day went on Bucky had Daisy on her knees, fingers turning the soil and digging the weeds. She oddly enjoyed the heat beating down on them, the sweat licked at her shoulder blades and dripped down her neck between her breasts. 

“Two fingers,” Bucky whispered over her shoulder, guiding her hand beneath the weed and plucking it up. “That’s my girl,” he laughed as the weed popped out. 

“I didn’t miss the heat but I feels good to just be here,” she admitted as he rolled back on his heels and chucked the clump of weeds into the wheelbarrow behind them. 

“You’re gonna need a bath,” he grinned at her. “Maybe two, before your mama lets you back in the house.” His eyes flickered to the wheelbarrow. “Get in,” he nodded to it with his head. “Like old times.” 

Bucky used to sit her in that big rusty bucket behind his house and roll her down the hill to the creek. Daisy could still hear his laughter echoing as she squealed and giggled holding on for dear life.

Daisy rolled her eyes before she pushed herself up from her heels and let herself fall into the stack of weeds in the load. Giggling when she heard Bucky’s feigned groan at her weight shifting the wheelbarrow. She settled her hands at the edges of the tray and looked back pointedly at Bucky, “This isn’t a race Barnes, I’m watching you.” 

Bucky smiled brightly making the butterflies that had settled in her stomach flutter all over. 

“Hmm I don’t about that Blossom,” he mused looking up towards the barn house at the far end of the field. “I think I can get us over there pretty quick, wanna time me?” 

“James Barnes I’m serious!” Her last words came out as a squeal as Bucky lifted the wheelbarrow and bolted down the green like their life depended on it. 

Daisy’s laughs and screams fell in perfect harmony with Bucky’s laugh as they got lost to the nature that surrounded them. And before she even noticed they were coming to a stop a in front of the quaint barn house’s red door. With nothing but their pants ti be heard as Bucky settled the wheelbarrow down and held his hand out to help her out.

“Are you trying to kill me Buck, I just got here,” she voiced with a playful shove. 

“I would never my sweet Daisy-May, but I sure missed that laugh.”

She shook her head at him as she dusted herself off. As Bucky walked in front of the wheelbarrow, she pushed him again, making him fall into it. 

Seeing his shocked face mad Daisy double over in laughter. It was the first time she’d been able to get one over on him. “Finally!”

Bucky stared up at her wide eyed, the corner of his mouth turned upwards. "Only took ya about ten years." 

"Better late than never." She grinned, taking a breath to slow her panting. Even with the sun starting to dip in the sky it was still sweltering. She wiped her brow as she held out her other hand for him to take. "C'mon blue eyes, let's get this mud off of us." 

Without hesitation he slipped his hand into hers. She planted her boots into the ground holding herself as he went to climb out of the wheel barrow. Daisy squealed as her feet slid in the mud and they both fell back into the barrow. Her body pressed against his as he let out a grunt when she landed on him. Her cheeks flamed as she picked up her head, her hands gripping his biceps feeling the developed muscle he didn't have all those years ago and his hands gripping her waist. 

His gaze found hers, an unreadable look on his face until he bursted out laughing. "Still as clumsy as I remember." He breathed in between laughs.

“I only ever tripped over you if I remember correctly!” She pushed off his chest, heart pounding and fingers tingling as she helped him to his feet. 

Daisy should have known better but she couldn’t help the groan that fell from her lips when Bucky wrenched on the hose and cold water sputtered out. 

“Come ‘er,” he smiled rolling the hose over his boots and then his hands. 

“That’s freezing Buck,” Daisy hissed as the water hit her skin. 

Bucky scoffed, “woman I have seen you jump in the creek a week into November quit your whinging.” 

“Please Buck let me use the house,” she continued with a pout that she wagered would have him caving to her request. 

“We do things my way Daisy-May. There are blankets in the barn, I’ll warm you up after.”

Daisy closed the distance between them leaving just enough space between them so that their bodies were barely touching. She pressed her hand to the half-open box plates of his shirt and held them tightly in her fists. 

“Well damn, I leave for 5 years and all of a sudden your Mr. We do things my way Daisy-May.” 

Bucky’s cheeks flushed and her lips upturned playfully in response. 

“Do you wanna get washed up or no?” He laughed, raspily and low. His tongue jutting out over his bottom lip. making her insides turn every which way as her heart pounded against her ribcage. 

“Yes,” she whined, “just be quick but also I don’t wanna freeze okay, will rip this off if it’s too cold, Buck.” 

“Wouldn’t be the first time Moore,” he winked, “I got plenty of more shirts don’t worry and I already told ya’ I’d warm you up.” 

She narrowed her eyes at him and tightened her hold on his shirt, “I’m a man of my word, Blossom. I gotcha.” 

Daisy let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and nodded back in response, slowly. Closing her eyes tight as the cold water hit her bare arms once more. She relished in the feel of his fingers skating carefully along her arms brushing away the dirt and sweat that had collected along them.

Once he had made sure her arms were clean, goosebumps trailed up her skin as he stepped back from her, holding the hose in his hand. That same boyish grin spread across his face as she raised a brow. "James Buchanan Barnes, don't even think about it." 

Bucky tilted his head back and laughed again, "I won't darlin'," he crouched in front of her, his blue eyes blazing in the sunlight as he peered up through his lashes to catch her gaze, "your reaction was priceless though." 

She shook her head but couldn't help the smile that formed across her cheeks. He began spraying off her boots, his freehand wrapping around her ankle. She swore she felt his thumb trace a small circle before saying "Hold on," and eyeing her until her hands rested on his shoulders. Daisy sucked in a breath unable to help her fingers digging into his shoulder muscles while he gently lifted her foot, making sure the mud and grass was completely gone from one before moving to her other foot.

The water was ice cold, but she wouldn't lie. It did give a bit of a reprieve from the awful heat of the day. She looked down, between her arms as James ran the hose along her calves, then her knees, making her squeak. "That's freezing Bucky!"

“I think I got it all,” he laughed at her protests, his fingers tailing up her calves to the back of her knees.

“I swear you do this to torture me,” she made to push him off but her fingers made contact with the soft waves of his hair. Her breath hitching in her chest as he looked up at her and every adolescent memory came flooding back. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” he whispered, his fingers flexing around her thigh as he rose to his feet. 

“I ain’t looking at you like nothing James Barnes, grow up.” Daisy scoffed turned away from him trying to hide her feelings. 

“That’s the problem isn’t it? We grew up,” he grabbed her wrist. “You’re freezing,” he sighed like it wasn’t his fault she was so cold. 

“You promised me blankets,” she said pulling from his grip because she couldn’t stand the way he was staring at her.

Daisy wrapped her arms around herself in search for warmth as she shifted her eyes away from him. 

Away from the longing sea of blue that filled her with regret and want for the soft sweet boy that loved her for exactly who she was. The same blue that begged her not to break things off, that begged her to try things out and go the distance but she couldn't stand it. She wasn't strong enough to hold onto him no matter how much she wanted to, it broke her and she broke him. She never really forgave herself for that, which is one of the reasons she never wanted to come back. Now she didn't really have a choice and here he was, still hurt, still with questions left unanswered but right beside regardless. 

"I'm a man of my word," he whispered, his hand reaching for hers once more. Daisy's eyes drifted from his outstretched hand to his eyes and she reached out her own, her fingers falling right into place between his like pieces of a puzzle. 

"Let's go get you warmed up, pretty girl."

He tugged her gently inside the barn, leading her to the ladder up to the hayloft. "Up you go." Bucky dropped her hand only for a moment to let her climb the ladder. 

Daisy smiled, taking one rung at a time as she made her way up. When she reached the top she peeked down at him, staring back up with her. "Were you staring at my--" 

"Nope!" Bucky cut her off, finally removing his gaze from her as he continued up behind her. "I definitely was not staring at your..." he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand as Daisy laughed. 

"Breathe Barnes," She crossed her arms over her chest with a smirk, trying to make the playfulness in her voice obvious. "Where are those blankets you promised me?" 

Bucky left out a sigh of relief and moved around her, grabbing an old green plaid blanket from on top of a haystack. He shook out the folded blanket before holding out to her. "Your blanket ma'am." The lopsided smile returned to his cheeks and she smiled reaching for the blanket. Once she had it wrapped around her, he jutted his chin towards the square opening on one side of the barn. "You wanna know what I love about the farm the most?" 

Daisy nodded as she followed him to the edge of the opening, sitting down next to him as he got comfortable on the wooden floor. 

"Even on rough days, I can come up here and just watch the stars." He glanced up at the sky like he was remembering a silent memory. "They never change. They're always there and no matter how far away you are from someone, they'll always be the same." 

She glanced up to the sky. Sunset had taken over and a warm orange hue had cascaded over the fields of strawberries that grew below them. It was beautiful and quiet for miles. No wonder he loved it up here so much. But something in his words made her think that he wasn't just talking about the stars.

Daisy took the chance to look over at Bucky and watched as he focused on the setting sun and the slowly emerging stars. She remembered looking up at the sky at night back in the city, especially when she’d first moved. She remembered being so mad that she couldn’t see the stars. The city wouldn’t allow it. 

“Bucky… is there something you want to tell me?”

“Every day since you’ve been gone the only thing I’ve reminded myself was that you shouldn’t have left Daisy, I shouldn’t have let you.” Bucky licked his lip. “But then I saw you and I realized it was never about leaving or being left. It was about loving you even if that meant letting you go and god Daisy when you left you were just a cocoon of what you should have been but you came home a damn butterfly.” 

Daisy didn’t know what to say but the tears pricked at her eyes and her chest tightened. 

“Bucky,” she sighed, unsure how to even respond.

She shifted in her spot, turning to face him completely, with tear-riddled eyes and took in a deep breath to settle her racing heart. 

"I- I never wanted to leave you... I just, I needed to find myself." A tear rolled down her cheek and she let her face fall only to feel the soft brush of Bucky's thumb collecting it before lifting her chin tenderly. 

"All of that potential was just that if I stayed here. And I-, asking you to come with me no matter how much I wanted to in that moment would've been to ask you to be someone who you truly weren't. I didn't want you to lose yourself while I found Daisy. And I didn't wanna lose my Bucky."

“It was the worst day of my life when I watched you drive out of town with your car piled full of your stuff.”  Bucky shook his head and his tongue darted out to moisten his bottom lip. “Steve had to stop me from chasing after you.”

“I nearly turned straight back,” Daisy admitted, reaching up her hand to lay against his where it rested on her face.

“You never lost me Dais. I’m right here. I always have been.”

Daisy tried to hold back her tears, but the tears she refused to spill raced down her cheeks at his words. She felt Bucky’s finger gently sliding over her cheek drying her tears away. That small gesture cracked her heart open. He was always so gentle with her, always taking care of her. 

“Don’t cry. Please, don’t cry,” he mumbled, “You know it breaks my heart to see you cry.” Bucky leans a little, touching her forehead with his. 

“I’m okay,” she whispers. “But I want you to know that I never meant for this to happen, for us to hurt like this. But I knew that if I didn’t do what I had to do I would’ve been unhappy, and I couldn’t live with the thought of making you part of an unhappy memory. You were my heart then, and you are my heart now. You’ve always been.”

"You've always been my heart too, Daisy." Bucky scooted closer to her as he continued to gently wipe away her tears. "I may have hated watching you go... but seeing you the other day, seeing the person you've become. I know it was a good thing for you, to go and follow your dream." “Dreams die,” Daisy shrugged, “the world is cruel and I was afraid to come home because it felt like failing but I think it was exactly what I needed.” 

“I don’t want your dreams to die blossom,” Bucky pushed his head against hers. “Maybe there’s a way we can bring them back to life, together.” 

She sighed, there was that relentless hope that seemed to be drilled into everyone in this town. But for the first time in a long time she could feel the warmth of it spreading across her chest. Blossoming again like a field of wildflowers basking in the country sun. 

“Together?” She whispered. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Dais,” Bucky murmured, eyes shining with mirth as he pulled back a little, “but I own a strawberry farm. And I know — I know — you never wanted a little life like this, heck, I don’t think any of us grew up wanting this really, but I know I want a life with you. We could make this work, Blossom.” 

“What are you saying, Bucky?” 

“I’m saying, I want to own a strawberry farm with you. If you want to? Your skills could be very valuable to Barnes Berry Farm.” 

Daisy peered up at Bucky, her lips parted as her eyes flitted across his face. From his eyes, creased at the edges and so, so blue, to his lips, glistening pink and bitten. And suddenly she couldn’t hold back any longer, with her fingers buried into his hair, Daisy tugged Bucky closer.

Her lips found his and Bucky moaned contentedly, the sound she'd missed so sending a shot of electricity through her nerves. She took his bottom lip between hers and they both melted into the kiss like they'd never once stopped kissing each other.

Bucky's hand slid down to her neck while he settled his free one at her lower back pulling her toward his lap. Daisy smiled into the kiss and pulled back slightly tugging on his lip playfully with her teeth. She settled into his lap and brushed her thumbs softly along his cheeks, her eyes never leaving his.

"I'm guessing that's a yes, then?" he teased with a laugh.

Daisy smiled. She had missed the sound of his laugh. For five years she didn't think she'd be able to hear it again. Too busy to come home and too scared to call and see how he was. But now? She never wanted to go another day without hearing it. Without seeing the way his eyes crinkle at the corner and how his nose scrunches when he really laughs. She leaned into him, kissing the corner of his mouth. "A definite yes." 

That same smile she loved so much returned to his face as he tangled his fingers into her hair at the nape of her neck. He stared into her eyes for a moment before his smile faltered for just a moment, "Are you sure?" He asked so softly that it almost came out pained, "because if you aren't... if you're plannin' on leavin' again," Bucky paused, his gaze dropping from hers, "I don't know if I could take you disappearin' on me again." 

Daisy combed her fingers through his hair, shaking her head. "I came back because my firm failed," she whispered softly. It was hard to admit that everything she thought she loved had crumbled before her, "I'll admit I didn't want to come back home. I was scared and I felt like a failure on my own but seeing you, seeing everything that you've accomplished." Daisy sucked in a breath, "I'm not the only one who found myself in the past five years Buck. I missed out on watching you grow with your strawberries, I don't want to miss another day."

“You don’t have to, Blossom. You’re home, here, with me, and I’m gonna make sure you feel that every single minute.”

“I do feel it Buck,” she murmured, bringing their faces close together once more and ghosted her lips across his.

With a soft moan he pulled her closer, his hand tightening on the back of her neck as he closed the distance between their lips.

She giggled against his mouth, feeling his strong arms grip onto her tightly. Daisy's laugh quickly turned into a moan as the blanket around her shoulders fell to the wood floor of the loft. She gripped onto his hair and the back of his shirt as she opened her mouth to him, memories flooding her mind at the mere taste of him. 

When she pulled away slightly, Bucky whined, making her laugh. "I just want to tell you something."

"What is that?" he asked, his eyes back on her lips again. 

"The entire time I was gone... I never once stopped loving you." "Say it again," Bucky groaned as his hands became needy against her body. They trickled down her back and found the gap in her clothes, digging into the skin as his teeth grazed her bottom lip. 

"I love you Buck," she breathed heavily, "I never stopped."

Bucky flashed her a dopey smile, nose scrunching before his lips found hers again in the kind of kiss that was so long overdue that it felt like she was truly coming home. Bucky licked into her mouth, groaning as she tangled her tongue with his. 

“Fuck, we were always so great at this,” Daisy whispered into the kiss, “and your kisses still taste the same, I missed you so much.” 

Bucky chuckled, pressing a series of soft, sweet kisses across her face before finding her mouth again.

“C’mere, my sweet girl,” he murmured, breathless, and then they were falling backwards, Bucky’s back hitting the blankets that had pooled around them as Daisy practically melted against his firm chest.

Daisy pressed her lips to his as her hands drifted to his chest, making quick work of his shirt buttons as their tongues danced together. 

“I thought you were gonna rip it off,” Bucky teasingly mumbled against her lips, she giggled and pulled back just enough to slide the sleeves down so he could pull his arms out. 

“Oh we’ll have plenty of opportunities to rip ‘em up hot shot.” She winked and rolled her hips atop him pulling back slightly as a deep moan slipped from his lips. 

Her hands slipped under his still damp white muscle shirt. Fingers tracing his taut muscles before she dragged her nails softly up his chest, a satisfied smile gracing her kiss-licked lips as he rolled his hips into hers, fingers digging softly into her waist. 

“Can I take this off, Buck?” 

Bucky nodded slowly looking back at her through hooded eyes. 

“I need to hear you say it, handsome.” She hummed, stopping her soft touches along his chest she knew he loved so much. 

“Angel please, quit teasin’ me” he whined.

Daisy laughed softly, "That wasn't a yes," she countered, dipping her head and pressing her lips to his collarbone, kissing the bits of his exposed chest she could reach. She felt his grip on her hips tighten as he squirmed under her. "All I need is a yes honey," she rasped. 

Bucky chuckled tightly, groaning as she rolled her hips against him. "Jesus Daisy, Yes." 

She lifted her head with a triumphant smile continuing her soft touches as she moved to pull on the hem of his undershirt. Bucky sat up carefully, wrapping one arm around her back until they were steady enough he could help her pull it over his head. Her eyes roamed down his chest, taking in the hard plains of muscle that now adorned his body. "You really did grow up." She smirked.

“Dais…” he whispered hoarsely, his face flushing as he smiled shyly at her.

“What? I’m just making a very honest observation,” she said but the innocent tone of her voice didn’t match the salacious look in her eye.

Trailing her fingers down his chest she dipped her head and followed them with her tongue, punctuating her journey with little nips and soft kisses before making her way back up to capture his lips once more.

Pulling apart to catch their breaths she whispered, “It’s been so long since I had you inside of me… since I tasted you.” Daisy kissed his neck and down his chest, hearing Bucky’s breaths turn shallow. 

She brought her hand down south, and gently ran her fingers over his navel following the dust of hair that hides underneath his waistband. “Would you like me to take them off?”

“God, Blossom,” Bucky mumbles, “You’re killing me here.”

Daisy continued to run her fingers across his waistband, “Bucky, yes, or no?”

“Yes,” he panted, “Take them off.”

Daisy flipped his pants open, bringing the zipper down she reached inside grabbing his hardening cock, “Finally. Mama’s gotta eat, right?”

Bucky stared up at her with wild eyes. "Are you going to swallow it all, baby?" he asked, a wry smile on his face. "You used to love it..."

Daisy quirked an unimpressed eyebrow and palmed at Bucky’s cock with a mischievous smile. 

“Baby, you know talking to me like that gets you nowhere. You really wanna put your patience to the test right now? After five years apart?” 

Bucky whined, gasping out a soft ‘c’mon Dais, please,’ as Daisy danced a fingertip over the ticklish skin of Bucky’s hips, kissed the sharp lines of muscle, and felt him shiver beneath her. 

“Please, Daisy. I’ve missed your lovin’ so much, Blossom. Been goin’ stir crazy without you. Fuck,” Bucky babbled, and then he groaned as Daisy tugged down his jeans and exposed his cock to the cool air of the barn.

She ghosted her lips along his strong muscular thigh, slowly planting a trail of wet kisses just until she reached his hip. She jutted her tongue out and licked a stripe along his hip bone, peering up at him through thick lashes as her hands found purchase against his chest once more. Heat pooling at her core as she felt him tense beneath her, ragged breaths egging her on in her quest.

Daisy smiled and moved her lips just above his aching cock, twitching against his stomach as she blew a cool breath, paying no attention to it as she pressed her lips to his other thigh. Her name slipped from Bucky’s lips like a prayer pleading for her to take him. 

“You’re being such a good boy for me, Buck” she mused against his skin.

It was as if his whole body shuddered with her words, "Daisy," he drawled out, slowly in rough groan, "please." 

She smirked against his skin, her fingers dancing along his pelvis just out of reach of his length. "I forgot how pretty you sound when you beg for me Buck." Daisy smirked when he groaned again. 

"You're driving me crazy Angel," He rasped, lifting his head to look down at her. The blue was completely eclipsed by the lust in his eyes but she could still make out a small ring of the sky blue she loved. His fingers tangled in her hair, "don't forget I remember how pretty you sound when you beg too darlin'." 

Daisy grinned, the heat in her core seemingly burning at this point and a rush of arousal shot through her as she wrapped her fingers around him, "I missed this," she whispered not giving him a chance to respond as she pumped him a few times slowly before swirling her tongue around his tip.

She licks the glistening bead of precum that gathered at the tip while she continued to pump him one, two times before stopping. 

“Daisy,” he growled, “stop with the teasing. Either finish me off or come here, so that I can show you how much I want to slip this cock inside that wet pussy of yours.”

Daisy bit her lip before she pressed her lips to the head of his cock. "Is that a promise?" 

Bucky sat up and grasped her by the arms before quickly flipping them over. He pinned her hands over her head and smiled at her devilishly. "It's a guarantee."

Bucky dipped his head to mouth at Daisy’s jaw with hot, wet drags of his tongue, and she moaned at the delicious scratch of his stubble over the sensitive skin.

“Wanna see you,” Bucky murmured, voice gruff and muffled as he kissed further down her body, tugging at the soft material of her top. “All of you.”

She was so hot; her top couldn’t come off fast enough. She needed him touching her everywhere. 

Her top fell to the floor, her bra followed. Bucky’s eyes scanning every inch of her breasts. She barely heard him whisper ‘gods, you’re beautiful’ when she felt his mouth closing in on one of her nipples. 

“Oh… Bucky.” Her eyes rolled back, savoring the moment. It didn’t take long before he was giving the same attention to the other one. 

“You like that, Angel?”

"Yes!" she moaned, her back arching. She ran both hands through his thick hair, trying to keep him in place, but only moaned again as he trailed his tongue down the valley of her breasts and to her navel.

"I need you, sweet angel. I need you so much, it hurts," Bucky panted. He unclasped her shorts and smiled as she lifted her hips to help him remove them and add them to the ever-growing pile of clothing. He met her eyes and smiled as he lowered his head and grasped her panties with his teeth before pulling on them, removing them with her assistance.

A part of her felt bad for teasing him because watching him tear her clothes off was proving to be too much for her coupled with his lips tracing lines back up her legs and his fingers gripping her thighs, Daisy was ready to fall into him again. "Bucky please," She whined, lifting her hips as he brushed his nose over the inside of her thigh. 

"Who's impatient now?" He grinned. 

Daisy groaned earning her a laugh from him as he pushed himself up, hovering over her. Bucky dipped his head and pressed a needy kiss to her lips as he settled between her thighs. She felt one of his hands skate down her body until the pad of his index finger found her clit and began rubbing slow circles. "Not so fun when you're the one being teased is it?" 

She let out a breath, "It's still fun," she smirked, "this was my plan the whole time." 

He raised a brow, lining himself up with her as he continued to stroke her, "Really now?" Bucky asked pushing into her just enough to cause her to gasp. A satisfied smirk fell over his features as he dipped his head to kiss her again, "I've missed that too." 

Daisy groaned, "I need more," She whined softly, her hands roamed down his back until she had a handful of his ass and did her best to pull him to her. "Please," She whispered.

Bucky chuckled as he lowered his head to kiss her deeply, swirling his tongue around hers as he slowly lowered his hips a tiny amount, making Daisy whine. As he pulled away, he panted. "I'm holding myself back sweetheart... if I let go, I'm afraid... I don't want to hurt you."

She lifted her hips to meet him, "You wont," she breathed. "Please." 

Bucky groaned as he shifted his hips sliding further into her making them both moan in pleasure. "I fucking missed you Angel," he breathed as he slowly moved his hips. 

"I missed you," she moaned.

Bucky dropped to rest on his elbows as he bottomed out for a moment, making both of them moan in pleasure. “Fuck." He rested his head on her chest as he panted, then slowly began to move. "You feel so good, angel."

It didn't take long for his hips to start moving at a faster pace. Both of them lost in each other. Daisy tangled her fingers into his hair with one hand, finding purchase on any part of him she could with her other. He nipped and kissed at her skin. She let out a moan as he hit that spot in her, growing her closer to the edge. "Bucky," she moaned.

"I know," he moaned, pumping his hips, making the wood floor creak slightly. "I'm right there with you..."

She had missed this. Having him in her arms and his weight on her. Bucky knew her body like the back of his hand and every kiss he placed on her skin, every where his hands roamed felt like they had been thrown back five years. It was a reminder of everything she had missed out on. Most importantly his love. She pulled him down to her, kissing him as every nerve ending in her body began to spark with the way he was handling her. 

He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting hers as he pressed his forehead to her own. "Don't leave me again," Bucky whispered desperately as his hips picked up pace. 

"I couldn't even if I wanted to," She replied through breathy moans. He was everything she was missing in the city. She loved her mama and her dad, but Bucky… he felt like home to her and being in his arms was exactly where she needed to be. 

"I can feel you blossom," he groaned, "it's okay," he urged, kissing her, "let go for me." 

Daisy whimpered against his lips as his hand slipped between them and he rubbed fast circles over the throbbing sensitive nub. She gasped again, followed by a string of praises as she fell over the edge into her orgasm.

“That’s it,” he moaned, feeling her clamp down around him as he continued to circle her clit, helping her ride out her orgasm. His own thrusts turned erratic and fast as he grunted. “Fuck ye-s,” he moaned, filling her up. 

As Bucky stilled he removed his hand from her body and propped himself up to lick his fingers clean. Meanwhile Daisy stared up at him. He was her everything and the spot that always felt empty back in the city. Bucky made her feel whole again. 

“James…”

Bucky settled himself over her body again, pushing back the hair stuck to her forehead, "Daisy," he said softly as she stared up at him, "Move in with me." He blurted the words and his eyes went wide. Her mouth dropped open slightly as he closed his eyes for a moment. "That's not how I wanted to ask that." 

He slid out of her, rolling onto his back next to her. "You just got home," He said to the roof of the barn, his eyes avoiding hers. Daisy rolled onto her side, a soft smile forming over her lips as she propped herself up onto her elbow watching him work through whatever was going on in his mind. "I want you here," he finally said after a moment, "with me." Bucky rolled his head to the side to look at her, "I meant when I said I wanted the farm to stand for Family and I can't imagine bringing that to life with anyone but you." 

Daisy watched him for a moment, "You want to have a family with me?" 

"Angel, you already are my family." He smiled softly, "I just want to bring my family home." 

She grinned, ignoring the burning sensation behind her eyes as she leaned over to kiss him again. "Yes." She whispered against his lips. 

His smile grew wide as he wrapped his arms around her, tugging her on top of him. "Really?" 

She laughed as he ran his hands down her side, tickling her softly and nodded, "Yes Bucky, Really." 

"Your mama is gonna be pissed if she finds out you're moving here and you just got home." He said smiling as if he really wasn't that worried. 

Daisy laughed, "We'll just bribe her with strawberries." She leaned into him again when he laughed, kissing him like it was the first time again.

Bucky laughed as he placed kiss after kiss on her face and anywhere else he could reach. “Speaking of your mom… don’t you have a welcome home dinner you should be at?” He asked. “I believe we’re going to be a bit late.”

“Shit!” Daisy bolted up and began reaching for her clothes while Bucky laughed. 

He let her rush for a moment before slowing her down. “Easy angel, it’s okay. I told your mom things might run over when we were on the way out to the fields. She didn’t mind at all.”

Daisy sighed. “You’re lucky I love you, Barnes.”

Bucky smiled brightly. “I love you too, my Daisy May.”

[amarriageoftrueminds]

we talk about steves feral, desperate violence after bucky lost his arm but the moment before stonk blasts it off, buckys unfiltered RAGE is, i think, a testament to how, even if he doesn't remember everything, he still feels the same way about steve as he's always felt, and seeing him hurt triggers something in him that's been there since they were in the single digits.

I loved the vibe SebStan gave that desperate feral scream moment of:

1) I am going feral because you're attacking Steve who is literally all I have in this g-dforsaken world and I only just got him back you POS

2) I am going feral cuz I've been trying to avoid violence successfully for two years and now I'm having to fight again and I hate it and it's all it's your fucking fault, rich boy.

3) someone blaming me for Hydra is a nightmare come true, AKA the whole reason I've had to hide for 2+ years and I HATE THIS.

And the involuntary knee-jerk reaction he had to reach out and stop Tony killing Steve when he heard the catchphrase 'I can do this all day' (narrator's voice: he could not in fact do this all day).

Which is Bucky's bat signal to jump in cuz that dumb moral punk is trapped down an alleyway somewhere and about to get his dome kicked in by a bully.

Like well done Seb, as usual they give nothing and you give everything.

[rillils]

what side of the bed do steve and bucky sleep on

hallo my dearest nonnie :3 here are some thinky thoughts for you, at least the few I could fit here bc the brain wouldn’t stop producing increasingly ridiculous scenarios lol

before the war

when they push their beds together, which is on most nights, Bucky tends to sleep on Steve’s left side, for practical reasons (as well as the simply, purely self-indulgent concept of getting to fall asleep next to Steve, that is):

one, that’s the side where the window is, and on the colder nights, when chilly draughts will creep in through the crack in the broken frame (that’s been sitting askew since about February ’37), Bucky can curl around Steve’s shivering frame, his chest to the curve of Steve’s back, his arm wrapped carefully around Steve’s waist, and shield him from the cold.

(Steve pretends not to know this. Steve may also pretend he’s asleep when he inevitably snuggles back into Bucky’s warmth, and settles his arm over Bucky’s arm, his hand over Bucky’s hand where it spans Steve’s soft stomach – and if somehow their fingers lace together, filling in each other’s gaps, it’s really nobody’s fault.) (Steve does not pretend he doesn’t love feeling the bow of Bucky’s smile against his neck whenever this happens.)

two, laying on this side gives Bucky access to Steve’s good ear; which is good, because Bucky wants Steve to hear him when he whispers Good morning, always spoken first, always sweetest, and listens for Steve’s sleep-rough Mornin’ in return;

when pre-dawn has barely colored their bedroom in soft blue and periwinkle, and Steve tries to roll away and slip out of bed first, have coffee ready in its pot for when Bucky gets up; and Bucky captures him in his arms, cajoles Steve back into their private cocoon; he wants Steve to know it when he murmurs, Shh, we got time. We can stay a while still. He wants Steve to hear him say it, say we, say us, and he wants Steve to catch the meaning behind it, the holy trinity of You and Me and Home hidden in that one syllable, and feel Steve shiver sweetly at the sound of it;

and on those nights – those nights when Steve’s body opens up for him – when Steve guides him inside and lets Bucky move them together–

when he twists his head back to seek Bucky’s mouth, offering up his cheek, his neck to Bucky’s hungry kisses, Bucky needs him to hear it – the desperate whispers of Please, the breathless praise of Stevie, Steve, Steve, so perfect, drivin’ me insane, doll, the helpless stream of I love you, love you – Bucky won’t let Steve miss a single ounce of it.

now

I think, when Bucky first comes back, being hyper-aware of his surroundings most of the time, the instinct to take the side of the bed that’s farthest from the door is strong, even more so when they’re spending the night away from home for one reason or another;

Steve doesn’t mind. Steve doesn’t even wait for him to ask anymore – he simply claims the door side of the bed for himself, places his broad, strong body between Bucky and the lurking shadows outside and makes a point of tangling their legs together under the blankets. If they want you, he’s said before, his lips sealing the vow against Bucky’s temple, they’ll have to go through me.

this doesn’t guarantee that they won’t, occasionally, wake up on the opposite side than the one they fell asleep on;

mainly in the summer, when Steve starfishes his large mountain-sized self in the middle of the mattress, and then Bucky has to work around him and/or crawl over him (any instances of him elbowing Steve in the guts during this process are totally and entirely accidental) just to go take a piss at 2 AM, and crawling back to his original spot is just too much work (and work means more heat, and more heat means more sweat), so he just plops down in the nearest corner available.

(Things may also get interesting on warmer nights because sleepy, overheated Steve has a tendency to chase after Bucky’s metal arm like it’s the holy grail and he’s stuck in an abridged episode of Monty Python, which is why sometimes – but don’t tell anyone – sometimes Bucky detaches the prosthetic from his shoulder, sticks it in the fridge for a couple of hours, and then leaves Steve to hug it like a teddy bear. Honestly, it’s worth it just to hear Steve’s sigh of relief, and watch his brow smooth into serene sleep. It’s nice while it lasts.)

My point is, no matter which side they’re laying on, as long as they’re together, they’re happy either way 💕💕💕

[shackleton2]

watching the first 10 minutes of Nimona like:

ok tough guys in love I like that

...bad villain is really sad victim I like that a lot

.......OH HEY ROBOT ARM

everything I like is 3 degrees of separation max from Bucky I stg I LOVE IT

[musette22]

why do I feel like the only people who care and have been worrying about Bucky's future in the mcu, is us stucky stans? why can't every other bucky Stan side with us? if you're a bucky Stan and you want to keep on seeing him in the mcu then i just don't get you, the moment they took Steve away from him, that was the moment they killed the character

Oh boy, this is a tricky one. I definitely understand your feelings and to a large extent I feel the same way, as you know. But objectively, I do also get why there are Bucky stans who are still excited and who don't necessarily think it's all going downhill for him, and I don't think it would be fair to automatically call those people bad Bucky stans. I may not understand or agree with their opinions, but I do want to respect them, because at the end of the day, Bucky is a fictional character. Which means that to a certain extent, he's open to interpretation, and different people will approach him and view him in different ways, and as long as those people don't try tell others that their views are wrong or bad, that's ok.

But yeah, I personally only know MCU Bucky, so that's pretty much all the context I have for him. But there are plenty of people who are also into the comics, for instance, and who know and love different storylines for Bucky that aren't part of the MCU, so for them it probably feels less black and white than it does for us. And some people are just better at compartmentalising than I am, I think 😅

I also am a Stucky shipper first and foremost (more than I'm a marvel enthousiast, I mean) so obviously what happened to Steve, and to Steve and Bucky's relationship, majorly influences my opinion of Bucky's character development (that's not to say that I don't also think they screwed up other things about his character development, but still). Similarly, I'm steeped in fanon (fics and headcanons and meta etc.) and I much prefer the way fandom handles these characters to the way they've been treated in the movies and shows, but I can imagine why people who don't read much fic or who move in fandom circles where different opinions on these characters are prevalent might view Bucky in a different way to how we view him. They may well still really love Bucky, but just a slightly different Bucky, I guess?

Also, I've personally never been much of a marvel fan, and after EG and other developments I actively dislike it, but there are lots of people who genuinely love marvel and get really excited about new movies and shows. So I imagine that for them, generally speaking all new content is good content? And unless it's bigoted dudebros or people like that, I can't begrudge them their excitement. We all need things that bring us joy. But for myself and for people like you who feel the same way I do, I absolutely wish that they'd just leave Bucky alone already. He deserves so much better, but since they're never going to give him that in my opinion, I wish they'd just let him be.

[s0urw00lf]

Comfort

Bucky barnes x Reader

Here’s a short little soft!bucky fluff Drabble

Bucky needs comfort after finally accepting that steve is gone, after coming home from fighting the flag smashers with Sam.

You woke to the sound of the front door being shut, immediately knowing its Bucky from the sound of his heavy combat boots. You smiled turning over to see Bucky standing still as if he was a thief that had been caught. “Hey there handsome” you greeted, a sleepy smile making its way to your face. “Hey doll” he greeted back, sitting next to your feet, taking his shoes off. “Home for good” you asked, to which he nodded “everyone’s safe” he said, a small smile gracing his lips. But you could see he sadness in his eyes that he failed to hide from you. You frowned sitting up “what’s a matter?” You asked. Bucky let out a small laugh at the fact that he really couldn’t hide from you even when he tried. The smile quickly left his face, replaced by a frown. “Steves really gone” he whispered, voice cracking. You felt tears begin to form in your eyes, “i know” you said moving to sit on his lap facing him, placing your hands on his face, felling the short stubble of his beard. He looked up at you with saddened eyes, like an abused puppy. You wanted nothing more than to protect him from all the worlds evil. “He’d be proud of you, seeing your growth” you said with a soft smile. You knew in these moments Bucky had trouble talking about what he’s feeling, so you stood up from his lap, making your way to your bathroom and turning on the shower to a warm setting that you knew Bucky liked and grabbed a towel from the bathroom closet placing it on the sink. You retuned to the bedroom seeing Bucky sitting in the same spot.

You carefully made your way over to him, he seemed as if he was in a daydream, you knew whatever it was it couldn’t be helping his mood so you softly grabbed his hand, breaking him out of it. You pulled him up from the bed and lead him to the bathroom. “Take a shower, ill make you something to eat for when you get out, and then we can go to bed. Kay?” You asked softly. He nodded pulling you close by your hand and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead “thank you doll” he whispered. You smiled up at him before walking out to make him some food. You didnt make anything extravagant just a pasta you knew he liked. You went back to the bedroom, to the closet and picked out some underwear and sweats, since Bucky prefers not to sleep in a shirt. As you sat the clothes on the bed and went back to the kitchen to make him a plate, because you heard him shut off the water. About two minutes later he walked out of the bedroom. He sat down at the counter and you placed the plate of food in front of him. “Eat, i know you haven’t in a while” you told him. He smiled again laughing at how well you knew him. He ate his food and joined you on the couch, watching tv where you both drifted off to sleep, holding each other.

[bucklikethedollar]

just got called back for west side story i’m 98% sure if i’m cast it’ll be as anybodys so. time to see if i can tolerate being misgendered for a whole show.

[lesbiradshaw]

i don’t pick out baby names for my future child in my spare time. i pick out names for my favorite fictional characters’ therapy pets.

[dykeredhood]

I think the fight between TD (Neville Sinclair) and Cliff Secord in The Rocketeer is genuinely the only time I’ve seen a man get his hair pulled and jerked around maliciously, it’s jarring to see on screen

[buckyalpine]

Imagine shy beefy Bucky being the little spoon. He feels like he should be the one cuddling you since he’s so much bigger but he loves when you hold him instead.

However.

There’s this one thing you do that always makes him blush and flustered and he just doesn’t understand it.

You love rubbing his tummy.

You hold him from behind, peeking over his shoulder because you love how peaceful he looks when he sleeps. You know he's not actually asleep because his abs are still tensed, worried over how you'd feel with the beefiness that covers his muscular body.

He’s self conscious when your hand slips under his shirt, rubbing his soft but firm tummy up and down; his skin is so warm and you love how plush he is. He’s still getting used to the fact that he isn’t as trim as before. Not that he’s unfit. Quite the opposite. He’s a thick hunk of muscle mass. You can feel the iron like hardness that runs under his skin whenever you're pressed against him. He's so large and perfect to snuggle up with; your grabby little hands love finding their way to his stomach.

"Doll-" He whispers with pink dusted cheeks, holding your wrist away when you sneak over his waist, stroking your skin, "Doll, I- I'm not-" He struggles to get the words out, embarrassed he's not lean like Steve, "Baby, I-

“Shhh, I love you like this” you coo, kissing his shoulder. He shrugs, still not believing you. You tell him how much you adore him every time but he can't help but think back to the time where he was pure muscle without any pudge.

"Sweetheart, you don't have to pretend, I wish I was-"

You shake your head, pressing your lips to his to stop his spiral.

"But you're my big boy" You pout, shuffling over till your straddling him, forcing him to lay back. You huff, pulling his shirt up exposing him, shimmying your hips down so you can curl up on top of his bare torso like a little kitten. You let out a content sigh, pressing your face into his stomach, peppering kisses all over before peering up at him.

"I love your body so much baby" You say sincerely, kissing just below his belly button again for emphasis. "You're so warm and soft and strong, my perfect bear"

Bucky can't help but melt over the way you melt into him, your smaller form using him as a pillow to your hearts content. If you liked him like this, always kneading away at him or trying to burrow yourself into him, who was he to say no?

Cause imagine how fucking hot he'd be when he finally embraces how good he looks with a lil beef. Imagine he stops trying to cover up with large hoodies and henley's. He works out shirtless more.

You're not the only one who drools over him anymore.

All the other trainees can't help but swoon whenever they see him at the punching back or pumping with weights. You have to claw them off him from trying to climb up his legs, desperate to have Sargent Barnes carry them with one arm with ease.

Even the other Avengers can't help but cat call at him because he looks fine af.

Sometime he lets his hair out or ties it half up along with his scruffy cheeks and Tony's taken to calling him a man slut for walking around like that.

"Tony, I don't think thats what slut mean-

"I know what it means. You're telling me he's flaunting all that around and he doesn't know he's hot while doing it? He doesn't know he's getting all this attention?"

Bucky snickers to himself while you coo over your handsome boyfriend, wrapped around him like a koala while the others watch in amusement, your hands skimming all over his body and scratching his beard.

"See? Told you you're perfect like this, big boy"

Imagine he knows you find comfort in him and he no longer feels conscious over it. Whenever your sad and in need of cuddles, he holds you nice and close, usually sans clothing, all skin to skin contact.

He knows you're a little pervert and he'll give into your puppy like eyes, sometimes letting his towel drop after a shower while you grin, shamelessly watching him.

"You're staring again, you little creep" Bucky snorted while applying lotion, dropping his hands when he felt yours paw at his back to take over.

"Just a creep for you, handsome" You quip before continuing your journey exploring his body, moving your hand to his front, deciding to wrap around his co-

Anyway, I love this beefieee babieeee