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[ultralightpoe]

Mini Me - Bucky Barnes

Authors Note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Word Count: 956

Warnings: none

Description: Small halloween blurb. - reader is a single mother

This is apart of my Halloween event, stay tuned for a new story every hour!

Happy Halloween!

Being normal was hard. 

Not that Bucky had ever thought any of this would be easy, leaving the history of the winter soldier behind was going to be impossible, but he was going to give it a shot. 

He got an apartment and a nice bedframe………that he kept empty and chose to sleep on the floor since it seemed to help with the anxiety of it all. It’s what he knew. 

He got a therapist……. That he often lied to. 

But as much as he panicked about not being able to blend in and not being able to catch up, there were some things that Bucky found he liked about his new life. 

The absolute biggest being the wonderful woman that lived across the hall from him with her small daughter. The two people in this building that had actually made him feel like a human being after years of torture and misery. 

He remembers the first day he met you both, when he had first moved in and you had welcomed him with a welcome basket that your daughter refused to let you hold. It was too heavy for her to carry and she obviously struggled to hold it up, the smile on her face more of a grimace that showed her missing tooth. When you went to help her she cried out and moved away which made you pull back quickly and look at him with an apologizing look. 

You had invited him to breakfast, he had not gone until a couple months later when you both invited him again and the beating in his heart absolutely demanded he go. 

Now he was here, pacing back and forth in his apartment dressed and ready to go as he waits until he hears you two leave your apartment. 

This would be his first halloween he would see in the new world, and you had both done him the honor of inviting him to go trick or treating with you. And he was so excited, though it was too late to come up with a really cool costume he had managed to snag a pirate costume from a place called Spirit Halloween at the last moment and he was really hoping you both liked it. 

He finally hears y/d rustling about out in the hall and takes a deep breath in, trying to calm himself down before he opens his front door slowly and finds you both standing in the middle of the hall waiting with big smiles on your faces. 

His eyes meet your own, dressed as an old witch, and he can’t fight the blush that fills his cheeks before he looks down to the young one and his heart completely stops. 

She is barely containing her own excitement, your hands on her shoulders the only thing keeping her still as Bucky looks at the winter soldier costume she had made. The silver arm made him smile. 

“She wanted to go as her hero.” You smile and he can do nothing but nod with a large smile on his face. 

“I am completely honored.”

“LETS GO LETS GO LETS GO!” Y/d screams, escaping your hands and dashing to him where he easily catches her with his flesh arm. 

“Trick or treating?” He asks, looking to you as you shake your head. 

“Too early. Dinner first.” 

- 

Multiple people had stopped by your table at dinner to compliment the family costumes, and by the time you had all eaten and it was time to trick or treat y/d had a firm hold on his hand, allowing him to lift her every so often to make sure she didn’t trip as you both took him door to door. 

He was having the absolute time of his life. 

But finally the night was coming to an end and he held two fulls bags of candy in his metal arm and carried Y/d in his other arm from where she fell asleep in his arms. Her cheek smushed against his shoulder, some of the eyeliner from the winter soldier swiping on the fabric of his own costume. 

“I can carry something-” You offer once more before he shakes his head. 

“I’ve got it.” You nod at his answer, walking beside him. Truth was he was so incredibly happy that you let him hold your daughter, that you trusted him enough to carry her. And his heart practically melted when he realized your daughter trusted him enough to fall asleep on his shoulder. “Thank you for inviting me, by the way.”

“Oh, thank you for coming with us. We both had a wonderful time.” 

“So did I.” You were both getting to the entrance of the building and Bucky cringes as a loud horn blasts and he can only hope it doesn’t wake his mini me up. “Would you…. Maybe ever consider getting dinner sometime?” 

His voice is tight and he feels like he is about to melt at how hot his skin is. You smile sweetly as you watch him before tilting your head. 

“We have dinner and breakfast every week, Buck.” 

He can’t stop the nerves, cringing at his own awkwardness. “I…. well I meant like a- okay well- It’s just-”

“I would love to go on a date.” You whisper, leaning forward to plant a small kiss on the corner of his lips and he can’t help but smile. “Y/d has been trying to convince me to marry you for weeks now.”

“I knew I loved her for a reason.” Bucky laughs, looking down to where the girl is actively snoring. 

Overall his first halloween with you guys was a great one, and he could not wait for next year as well.

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Sam, holding a fork: You know you’re talking alot if shit for someone who has two perfectly good eyeballs each cost about $16,000 on the black market.

Bucky: .....

Sam: *lip smack*

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Ævi - Frontlines

Hey again! This will be a continued series. The first Ævi series is in my masterlist and is only four parts. This is going to be a ongoing series, so there is going to be a lot more of Ævi to come. :)

Summary: Y/n or also known as Ævi has lived through varies of world events. Now it is 1941, she has excepted that some things cannot be changed so Loki has convinced Y/n to go to New York and live a normal life, a life Y/n always wanted. Or as normal it can be, because new introductions lead to events that didn’t go down in the history books.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x reader, Loki, Steve Rogers, OC Vera

Warnings: Fluff, language, smut 18+

Part 6

What am I supposed to do? I needed to go to Vera.. There was no question about that. She needed me. But Bucky. I don’t want to leave him and I can’t take him with me. I was pacing around in my hotel room, like that would make everything fall into place. I had told Loki what had happened with Vera and he went to get boat tickets to Norway as soon as possible. But how soon would that be. How much time would I have with Bucky. I needed to pack my things. That made me stop in my tracks and walk over to my closet. I was pulling everything out and placing it in my suitcase. It started of being put in neatly, but soon enough I was throwing everything in with frustration. I was mad, mad at myself for not opening that letter sooner, mad that I had a life here, mad that I now had someone here I didn’t want to leave behind, mad with this stupid war, mad with everything that was happening around it, mad that I couldn’t do anything to about it to change this stupid war. My vision was getting blurry, when I whipped my eyes my hands were wet. I was crying. This wasn’t fair, non of it was, especially to Bucky. I love him, I love him so much. And that’s why it hurts so much. I took a deep breath, trying to gather myself. I stood up and walked to the bathroom to fix whatever make-up was out of place.

Looking at myself in the mirror I was a complete mess. My mascara was everywhere but my lashes. “Get yourself together.” I told myself. Bucky will be here any minute now, can’t be looking like this. I got some wipes and fixed myself up. Put some mare mascara on. “Better. Now stop crying. For Gods sake you’re over a thousand years old.” I said I was looking in the mirror. On the one side this shouldn’t bother me so much, I have lived through so much shit in my time and this is what is causing me to break down. And on the other side, this is who I am. I am human, I am living. With that comes, heartbreak, sadness, anger, frustration, happiness, love. I love love, just since I’ve been with Bucky I felt love in a much more intense way than I ever had before. 

How am I supposed to tell Bucky. We literally just got engaged. This should be the start of something, not the end. I don’t even know for how long I’m gonna be away for. A month? A year? Till the end of the war? I closed my eyes. I already knew the answer. It would be until the end of the war. At least four more years. I sighed. It would just be four years without Bucky I tried to convince myself. “Just four years.” That is if he doesn’t join the war. I thought to myself and it made my stomach drop. I put my hand over my eyes. “Nothing will happen to him if he doesn’t join the war. He’ll be fine... He’ll be fine.. He’ll be fine Y/n. Stop worrying.” Scolding myself. I needed to calm down. Then there was a knock at the door. It must be Bucky. 

I gave myself one quick look before answering the door. Putting on the best smile I had I opened the door and there was Bucky. Seeing him gave me a genuine smile. It made my stomach do flips. “Hey, darling. You look beautiful.” He said as he gave me a quick peck on my lips. He had his signature smirk on his face. “Thank you.” I told him sincerely. “So I got this for us today.” He said as he pulled two tickets from his pocket. Dancing tickets. “To celebrate our engagement.” He continued. He looked so happy. I needed to tell him about me going to Norway possibly really soon. “It’s at the same place where we met.” He told me with a big smile. I looked down not knowing what to say. “Is something wrong?” Bucky asked as he reached for my hand. “No. I love it! I just can’t believe we’re engaged still.” And I couldn’t believe we were honestly. I didn’t want to ruin this day. So I’ll tell him tomorrow or after the dance. Just not now.

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The day had been perfect. We went to the same diner we did the were we met each other for the second time. We took the same walk we did as we did on our first real date. Everything was perfect. It almost made me forget that I would have to leave. Key word almost. 

We were walking towards the dance hall, a lot of people were already inside. The music that was playing was fast paced. Everybody inside was having a good time jumping around, being spun or lifted in the air. Bucky was guiding us towards the bar to get us some drinks before dancing, holding my hand tightly. “What do you want sweetheart?” He asked me. “Whatever you’re having.” I answered Bucky.

He would get us some beers and we cheered. I could only gulp it down as quick as I possibly could. “Wow.” Bucky stated. “Never knew you could drink like that.” He laughed. Being a friend of Thor makes you drink like that I laughed to myself. Shit I also have not told him about me being Ævi, I am messing up in so many ways. But now I have to somehow tell him I am leaving possibly very soon. “Bucky?” I started. “Come on lets dance!” He said as he held my hand and almost dragged me to the dancefloor. There was a fast paced song on and everybody was jumping and dancing around and so were we. 

After many songs there was finally a more slow one on. Bucky kept giving me a look I couldn’t quite figure out what he was thinking. “Why are you giving me that look?” I asked him trying to figure him out. “You’re just so beautiful and I am happy.” I could hear the honesty behind his voice and the need for him to get that off his chest. “I was thinking of looking for a ring tomorrow.” I looked at my hand that was resting on his shoulder. I felt awful. “Bucky? Can we talk somewhere where it is not this loud?” Bucky gave me a confused look, but nodded his head yes and started to follow me outside.

“Bucky I-..” I started and sighed. Thinking about it made my heart break. “Is there something wrong?” He asked not knowing what was going on. “Bucky I just want you to know that.. I love you, I love you so much, so much that it even hurts. And I didn’t think-..” I sighed again. Bucky had a even more confused look on his face. I walked over to him and took his hands. “What’s going on?” He asked trying to understand what my conflict was. He was looking into my eyes trying to see if the answers were there. “I-.. A long friend of mine in Norway, she.. she lost her daughter and husband recently because of the war... And I need to go see her, I need to see if she is ok.” I stammered out. “I am sorry to hear that, y/n. When are you leaving?” He asked me. “I don’t know yet, but very soon. Loki already looked at tickets for boats that go that way, but I don’t know yet what he found.” He nodded at that in understanding and held my hands a little tighter. “Do you know when you’re coming back here?” He asked unsure of himself already dreading the answer. 

I closed my eyes and sighed. I knew exactly when I would be coming back, but I couldn’t exactly say how I know what I know. “I’ll come back after the war.” I looked up trough my lashes at him to see what his reaction was at that. He let go of one off one of my hands at that and rubbed is mouth in thinking. “Maybe if I join the war and somehow get stationed off in Norway we can-...” “No! No, I don’t want you to join the army Bucky. Please don’t do that.” I interrupted him, that was the last thing I wanted him to do. “But if more people join the fight it might be over sooner. They are sending out troops now from America as we speak. I also am a good fighter and a good shot.” I could only shake my head no at that. “Bucky, please don’t join the army. I am begging you don’t do it. This war.. It will not end anytime soon and a lot of people will die. I don’t want you to be one of those people.” I was all serious. If he joined the army it would break my heart. The not knowing if he was ok or not would break me. He gave in and nodded his head. “Lets go back inside and pretend there is no war going on.” Bucky said trying to reassure me.

Back inside there was a slow song on again. I could not be close enough to him. I was resting my head on his shoulder and held him a little tighter. Bucky was holding my neck with one hand and the other was on my lower back. We were so close to each other, yet so far. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I felt helpless. I felt like I was stuck. And I hated it. I put my hand up against my cheek to wipe away the tear. I didn’t want to leave. “I love you Bucky.” I said quietly, I wasn’t even sure if Bucky could hear what I said over the music until he held me a little tighter. “I love you y/n.” He told me. I closed my eyes trying to ignore the music that was playing. I could hear his heartbeat, beating in a steady rhythm.

- 

The walk back to the hotel had never been this long yet so fast. We were walking in circles, not wanting this night to end. But it was getting quite dark and we had to go inside at some point. “I am still looking at a ring tomorrow.” He told me as wee were nearing the hotel. That made me slightly sigh of relieve, but he didn’t know how long this war would be going on for. It wasn’t fair of me to ask him to wait and put his life on pause for me. “Bucky, I don’t want you to wait-..” I started. Bucky came to stand in front of me. “Y/n, you leaving doesn’t make me stop loving you. And I get why you don’t wanna hear this, but if I have to I will wait a hundred year or a thousand years, hell an eternity, if it all meant that in the end I would be with you. And that is what I’m gonna do whether you like it or not.”  He said as he put both his hands on my cheeks. “I love you, Y/n. Now, tomorrow and forever.” Then he planted a sweet kiss on my lips. It was slow and full of want, but not of lust. As we both slowly pulled back we couldn’t let go of each others gaze. “I like that. Now, tomorrow and forever.” He smirked at that.  “Well it is how I feel.” He said as he dropped his hands to mine. “I will love you now, tomorrow and forever too Bucky.” I gave him another peck on the lips as it was time to go inside of the hotel.

Before I even had the chance to open my room Loki burst out of his room. Bucky looking slightly shocked but keeping his own as Loki approached. “Where have you been?!” Loki asked annoyed. “With Bucky. Did you get tickets?” Loki looked Bucky up and down in slight disgust. He obviously didn’t like Bucky for whatever reasons he had. “Yes I did get the tickets. And you need to pack.. Now.” He demanded. “Wait.. When are we leaving?” I asked confused. “You said as soon as possible. I got tickets for tomorrow.. Morning. We leave at eight.” My eyes grew wide. I was expecting soon, just not this soon. I was at a loss for words. I felt Bucky squeeze my hand. “That’s faster than I expected.” Bucky said under his breath. I looked at out interlocked hands. “I’ll help you pack doll.” Bucky continued. “Good even a human is smart enough to know what that means.” I gave Loki a warning glare at that. I opened the door to let me and Bucky in and said goodnight to Loki.

“Ignore him, he’s... weird.” I said about Loki. “I heard that.” Loki said from the other side of the door. “Sorry again.” I said to Bucky. “I didn’t know it would be... That fast.” I said with sadness in my eyes. 

The night together packing went slow. I already had a few things packed luckily. After we were done packing we just laid on the bed together. Talking about anything and everything to keep our minds of reality. After a moment of silence Bucky spoke up. “Will you write me when you’re there?” He asked. I looked up at him from where I was positioned on his side. “Of course. Everyday.” I told him and that was a promise I made to myself. “Will you?” I asked him. “Everyday.” He answered back. I leaned forward to kiss him I wanted him close, one last time before sayin goodbye. I moved myself on top of him to deepen the kiss. Bucky put his hands by my neck at the top of my dress. He slowly started to unzip my dress. Caressing my skin as the zipper went down. His touch gave me goosebumps. When the zipper was all the way down I took my arms out of my dress exposing my bra. Our lips still interlocked Bucky started to sit up. Our minds hungry for each other. It was my turn to unbutton his shirt, after I was done doing that Bucky quickly shook off his shirt and threw it on the ground. I grinded down on his lap and could feel his cock hardening quickly. Mt panties were already completely soaked and ready to take them off now. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted to feel him.

Bucky went to unclasp my bra and threw it on the ground as well. His hand left hand went right for me breast and started flicking my nipple. I inhaled deeply at that sensation of his gentle touch. He put his other arm around me and his left hand let go of my nipple to hold me around my back as well. I let out a small whine at the loss of his touch. He pulled his head back looking at me briefly before spinning me around and now I was laying on my back on the bed. He discarded of my dress and panties that were still on and he quickly took off his trousers to free his already hardened cock.

He crawled back over my naked form his mouth going right back to mine. He again took my right hand with his left and put it above my head. My other hand went to his lower back, indicating I wanted him now. I felt his tip brushing against my folds, but he was not starting yet. his right hand went down to my bundle of nerves and started to slowly rub circles. My breathing started to pick up and I let out low moans against his mouth. I went to bit my lip to keep my volume low, but Bucky quickly went to suck on my lower lip before he let go. “I want to hear you.” He whispered to me. His thumb started to rub faster circles which made me close my eyes with the pleasure I was feeling. My breathing started to pick up and my moans started to get louder the faster he went. Everything started to tingle and I felt my walls try to clench to something. I let out a loud moan and my thighs quivering as I came. 

I opened my eyes searching for Bucky’s who was still looking at me. Bucky was still rubbing me and I slowly started to feel sensitive trying to close my legs. Bucky moved his hips down so I couldn’t. I could feel his tip brushing against my entrance again. I let go of his lower back to move my one free hand up to his neck. “I want you inside of me.” I told him intently. And he complied. He slowly put his length inside me, while I was adjusting to the new fulness. He was stretching my walls slowly. When he was fully situated he waited for a moment for me to fully adjust and I slowly started moving my hips and so did Bucky. I tried to move faster already feeling a new sensation build up inside of me, but Bucky put his hand down on my right leg widening me up more so he could go deeper. I put my other leg around him, pushing him down, me wanting him to go faster. “Bucky go faster.” I told him lowly. But he shook his head keeping his slow steady pace. “I want to feel you. Let me feel you.” I slowed me breathing down and started to relax into the bed more. 

His thrusts were slow, but hit every spot. With every move he made his pelvis brushed against my still sensitive bundle of nerves. Bucky started kissing my sensitive spot by my neck which made this pleasure feel al the more better. My breathing started to pick up slowly again and so did his. His thrust's were picking up and hitting harder. His balls slapping against my ass as he did. As we were both coming closer to our ends his speed started to pick up more and more. Bucky groaning in my ear as he was getting closer to his end. My moans were so loud I was getting afraid someone might hear them. I felt the familiar knot form in my stomach and my walls clenching around his length. “Bucky.” Is all I had to say as I felt my walls break around him. Simultaneously I felt his cock shoot hot spurts inside of me, filling me. His thrusts loosing rhythm before he stilled. “I love you.” He told me intently as he looked me in my eyes. “Now, tomorrow and forever.” I answered back as Ii pulled him closer for a deep kiss.

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Little Bug

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: Can you write something where the reader is sick w the stomach flu and tries to hide it but Bucky finds out and takes care of her?

You held a firm hand over your own mouth as you rushed to your bathroom, groaning loudly at what you knew was to come. You had a particularly nasty stomach bug, which you had found out happened to be the flu. After you had taken care of yourself in the bathroom, gargling some mouthwash and spraying air freshener, you opened the door to your boyfriend sitting on your bed. He stands as soon as he sees you. “(Y/N), I’m so glad you’re okay.” He says, but before he can reach you, you’ve slammed the bathroom door in his face.

“Buck, I really appreciate you coming here, but I need you to go home.” You demand, and he scoffs.

“What? Why?” He asks.

“Because I’m all gross and sick. I don’t want you to see me like this. Or rather, smell me.” You tell him, and he rolls his eyes.

“(Y/N), we’ve been together for two years. I’ve seen you be gross before.” He reasons, and you groan.

“James Buchanon Barnes, go home now.” You demand, but when he just repeats your full name back to you in a mocking tone, you shake your head, realizing you aren’t getting anywhere. So you open the door and glare at him when he grins.

“Hi, baby.” He says, but you stay silent, trekking to your bed. He follows closely behind, laying beside you and wrapping you up in his arms as soon as your head hits the pillow. Though you’re faking being annoyed with him, you cuddle further into him and hum in contentment. “How are you feeling?”

“Awful. How did you even find out that I was sick?” You asked, and he scoffed.

“You’re kidding, right? You told Steve, and I heard him freaking out from the room over.”

“He’s so protective.” You giggled, and he smiled.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick, doll?” He asks, and you groan quietly.

“Because I can take care of myself. You know I don’t like being pitied.” You tell him. He nods, and stays silent for a few moments before changing the subject.

“I brought you soup.” He offers, and you look up at him.

“You did?” You coo, and even though he nods humbly, you can tell he’s proud of himself for thinking of it.

“Yes, I did. It’s your favorite, that one that you like that Wanda taught us to make.” Bucky says, and you grin. “I just thought that it would be a little pick-me-up. I know how grumpy you get when you’re sick.” He teases.

“You’re just too good for me, Bucky Barnes.” You tell him, closing your eyes and nuzzling almost impossibly closer to him.

“I could say the same for you, (Y/N).”

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[ruckystarnes]

Characters: Bucky Barens, Reader Rogers

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus!Reader Rogers

Warnings: angst, Smut - semi-public sex, fingering

Words: 3,211

Square Filled/Daily Challenge/Prompt: B4 - Kink: Public Bathrooms

Written for/Dedicated to:  @buckybarnesbingo / @sorryimacrapwriter

A/N: So, most of this chapter was written to Ride by Chase Rice on repeat (it’s my favorite song to listen to when I write smut). Also, I’m sorry i’ve been so under the weather that I couldn’t post this when I wanted to. Sorry for leaving this on a cliff???

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Y/N could feel all the blood drain from her face.

“Y-you couldn’t have possibly…”

The words died on her lips as she watched him lean back and crossed his arms, making the leather jacket he wore creak slightly. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes looked her over as if to make sure she was okay.

“You come here---expect me to believe that you---you are just---”

“Just what, Lil’ Bit?”

“Stop calling me that. You haven’t been here for almost two decades, James. Two. Decades. You haven’t even written in forever.” Y/N’s chest started to rise rapidly as all the emotions she had felt in the last dozen years came crashing over her. “Do you realize how much that hurt? Then you waltz in here like nothing happened and that I haven’t changed a bit? News flash, James. I’m not the same girl you left all those years ago.” 

She couldn’t believe how much her voice was cracking and she needed a distraction, but unfortunately all she could bring herself to look at was him; he was the only thing in the world that could calm her down. It was the first time she noticed he wore a black leather glove over his left hand, complementing the biker jacket he wore, but only on his left hand. His hand clenched and moved to his lap and cleared his throat, making her gaze snap back up at his eyes. The way he was looking at her made her bite her lower lip and shift in her chair. She swore she saw him stiffen, his eyes flick down to her lips, but she had to have imagined it. 

“Um, I think...I think we---I mean I---should go. You don’t have to be pity company for me,” she sighed, getting up slowly and took her jacket. “Goodbye James.”

She didn’t wait for his response and walked down the small hallway to the door of the women’s bathroom. She looked at her reflection and frowned at her flushed face. She turned on the water, splashing cold onto her face, hoping to get herself together before facing the man responsible. She was mad at him but at the same time her body just wanted to jump in his lap and kiss him, and her heart was happy to see he was actually alive and not a ghost.

“You sure about this?” Bucky asked, pulling away from the heated kiss he and Y/N shared in the cab of his truck. His hand moved through her hair, his eyes soft on her as his breath mingled with hers.

She nodded, her fingers moving over the open button-up he wore over the black v-neck. “You’re graduating in a month,” she whispered, eyes closing softly, “and I want you.” She looked up at him with innocent eyes, scooting closer to him with her bottom lip between her teeth. 

Bucky let out a harsh sigh and she knew he was fighting an internal battle she wasn’t privy to, but she had a guess. He took her hands in his, the sweatband on his left obscured the tattoo he had and never shared with anyone, and brought both to his lips to press a kiss to her knuckles. 

“You’ll wait for me to get home. Is that want you want?” he asked softly, pulling her to him so she was pressed against his chest. “You’re not quite sixteen yet. Two years waiting for someone who might not be your ---”

“Stop,” she growled, pressing a finger she flexed out to his lips, “You’re it for me Bucky. I don’t care what some stupid tattoo thing is suppose to say. I love you.”

“You’re fifteen--”

“And we’ve been together for almost two years. If you think this isn’t supposed to be...you had plenty of time to tell me different. You said I wasn’t--”

“A stand in, I know. I just don’t want you to throw someone more worthy to the side because you made a promise to wait with the chance that we might not be meant to be.”

Y/N looked at their joined hands and worried her lip. She knew it was a lot to do with her still having years of school left before he came back; the chance she might have a complete tattoo before he served his time for their country was still there.

“I choose you, James Barnes. I don’t need this to prove to me that you’re the one for me. We will be one of those couples that states that a tattoo doesn’t mean an unhappy life.”

“You’re very optimistic, you know that?” he chuckled, pulling her close and kissed the tip of her nose.

“You’re best friends with my brother, you should know that we share more than just our parents,” she sighed in mock frustration. She was about to add more when he captured her lips in a slow, meaningful kiss, letting her hands go to thread his fingers into her hair. 

“I’ll come back home to you, Lil’ Bit,” he whispered, his thumbs moving gently over her temples as he pressed his forehead against hers, lips brushing against hers as he spoke.

“You better,” she rasped. Her fingers gripped the opened shirt again and pulled him towards her as she leaned back against the door. “Until then, kiss me senseless.”

The memory made her cheeks flush more. It was the last time they were able to be alone as graduation preparations and his own family demanded most of his free time; the little they were able to get was mostly spent around others. But that night in his truck, where she lost her innocence to the man who she loved, still love, kept her going for a few years after. Keeping her hopes high that he was still coming home to her.

But life wasn’t fair. He wasn’t fair. He never came back for her, never even broke it off with her. He depended on time to do the erasure of him from her life. Then he thought he could come back, waltz in like he was just a friend where no time or drama had transpired, and that she wouldn’t hate him. No, it wasn’t hate; her heart still thumped ferociously seeing him. 

She cursed as she patted her face dry, hearing the door open, moving slightly to give the new person some room, as the sink was on the other side of the door. She turned around, bumping into a broad chest and the scent of pine and spice. It didn’t take a second for her to realize that it was Bucky. He reached behind him to throw the lock on the door, eyes looking down at her as his mouth set in a firm line. He slowly grabbed her left hand, bring it up so he could look at her wrist which made her Y/N pull slightly back, not wanting him to see that she was still alone.

“Let go,” she seethed, pulling against his steel grip. “I don’t want to see you anymore, James.”

“Huh,” he huffed, making her heart stop as she steeled herself for his mocking or pity. “I needed to check.”

“Yeah, I know. Poor Y/N Rogers is an ol’ maid,” she grumbled, pulling her hand harder, but he still held her hand firmly. His laugh made her cheeks reddened even more, this time in anger. “I’m glad you find that funny, you jerkass,” she bit out, looking towards the side towards the floor. She didn’t want to see the look he could possibly have on his face.

“I don’t find the ol’ maid comment funny, just that you think you’re single,” he replied, his voice husky, his breath fanning her face. She looked up at him, perplexed. He turned her wrist towards her, making her jaw drop slightly. The dark howling wolf she had on her skin was now shadowing a vibrant orange fox sitting regally. “Remember, I left before your tattoo would call to me,” he added, backing her into the vanity. He finally dropped her hand so he could cup her face with both of his, the leather still sheathing his left. 

“How did you not know back at the table?” she asked, feeling stupid she didn’t feel anything either.

He bit his lip and pulled off the glove, revealing a scarred hand. “Skin grafts don’t bring back my tattoo, but it will give me my wolf even if it’s kind of shoddy.” Her eyes focused on the black mess of the mirrored wolf that she felt had plagued her every day since she was sixteen. “Sure, yours isn’t there anymore, but I think this is proof enough, don’t you think?” His lips quirk in a quick grin before he claimed her mouth with his in a searing kiss, and when she gasped, his tongue slipped in, exploring her mouth in a mixture of passion and tenderness.

Her fingers gripped his jacket, pulling him closer to her as his hands moved over her shoulders then held her hips, deepening the kiss. The clean, woodsy scent of him was overwhelming when it was mixed with his taste, slightly sweet and earthy. Even though she was mad at him a moment ago, the kiss washed everything from her mind. Y/N couldn’t help but moan lightly, her knees feeling weak as she melted into him further. She felt him lift her effortlessly, setting her down on the vanity while his lips moved to her neck, placing soft kisses and light nips along her sensitive skin. 

“And you still look the same to me,” he breathed and placed a soft kiss to her jaw, “you’re still beautiful.”

“Bucky,” she sighed, her fingers moving to thread into his dark hair, dragging her nails over his scalp which made him growl and grip her harder. Her eyes opened slightly, peeking at the two animals again, the fox still vibrant. It didn’t feel quite real to her yet, even with his thumbs slipping under the hem of her tank, grazing her soft skin there.

“I love how you say my name,” he murmured against the crook of her neck, lips brushing softly, “always did. I was hoping this fox was yours, but I was so scared of the day you turn sixteen.”

Y/N managed enough sense to pull back, her hands cupping his face. “You still had no right to avoid me all these years. To write me off,” she whispered, eyes hooded as his hands slid further up under her shirt, his hands hot against her bare sides. He made is so hard to be mad at him when he was touching her. She couldn’t help but lean in and kiss him as fiercely as she could, pressing her body into him silently asking him for more. When he moved his hands downward, she growled, not wanting him to make this less heated, not when her body was asking for more. But when his touch scorched her bare thighs just below the hem of her skirt, she couldn’t hold back the gasp.

“Eighteen years,” he breathed, his hands squeezing her thighs before sliding his right one up further, fingers grazing along the seam of her lace panties as his forehead rested against hers. “I don’t think I can wait another day without you.” She could hear the warning in his words, that if they kept going, she might not be able to show her face in the bar again due to embarrassment.

But this was her fated soulmate. Her tattoo was now complete with a childhood friend being the one she was destined for. Her hand moved to wrap around his wrist and gently moved his hand so he was cupping her core, making herself gasp.

“Then don’t wait,” she replied, her voice thick with sultry heat as she was overcome with the need to be with him. Her eyes looked into his, licking her bottom lip between her teeth. Her core ached as she waited for his next move.

“I should explain--”

“Explain later. I want you James Barnes. I wanted it to be you in so many ways, especially since our last time together.”

There was a moment where they looked at each other, Y/N with nothing but acceptance and love, but Bucky seemed to be fighting an internal battle she didn’t know what it was about. Before she could ask, his lips were on hers again, his tongue swiping into her mouth in a tender possessive way that was uniquely him. It was exactly how she remembered him except more experienced. She could feel his fingers move against her clothed core, teasing her the only way he could.

“I should confess that I’ve been with others,” he panted as he moved to kiss her neck, along her jaw and behind her ear, anywhere he could as his pulled her panties to the side to run a calloused finger through her folds.

“Me too,” she replied breathlessly. Her mind was trying to focus on what he was making her feel but it wandered with his confession that other women got to hold him, kiss him, make his body tremble like it was now.

“No one compared to you.” It was like he could sense her worries, his eyes focused on her. 

She leaned into him and kissed him feverishly, her hands pulling him close as her hips moved awkwardly against his fingers, afraid if she tried for more she would fall into the sink. His other arm moved to hold her to him as he began to circle her clit, making her eyes close slightly, biting back a moan.

“Let me hear you,” he whispered as he stilled his movements. She whined slightly making the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “You’ll get more if you promise to give me everything.”

Y/N couldn’t help but wriggle against his hand because his words made her wetter than she ever could remember. “You have me,” she whispered, leaning back against his arm knowing he had her. Her eyes held his gaze as she let her head hang back, giving him a view of her neck and chest. She couldn’t help but smile when she saw him swallow hard.

His finger recommenced its torturous circling, varying the pressure and direction before he slipped it down to her dripping entrance, looking at her in a silent asking of permission, to which she nodded. She gasped when he slipped his finger in her waiting heat, curling against the spot that only he knew existed in her. 

“You still like that,” he chuckled lowly, continuing to stroke her with his deft finger as his thumb continued to stroke her clit. She could only whimper, her hands moving to his shoulders so she could keep her balance.

So many nights Y/N has dreamt of this moment where they met again, but this was far better than her imagine could ever concoct. Instead of the clean shaven, slightly built boy she gave herself to, Bucky was now this hunk of pristine beefcake with a rough around the edges look that worked for him. And it worked for her too.

She couldn’t keep the moan back as his lips found her pulse, sucking on her skin slowly as he added another finger to her. 

“Fuck,” she mewled, her head coming forward to rest on his shoulder, rolling her hips into his hand. She didn’t want to know how wanton she looked as she sat at the edge of the sink with her legs spread wide for him.

“So responsive,” Bucky rasped, his breath hot against her ear as his arm tightened around her and moved her closer to the wall where the vanity had a wider ledge for her to rest on. His fingers continued to work her, bringing her closer to her release until her fingers dug into his side and came around his fingers. He tilted her head up, taking her lips in a slow, heady kiss as he carried on with his ministrations. She could barely breathe as she fell from the high but felt another build.

“B-bucky, please,” she whispered, “need you. Now.” Her fingers pulled at his shirt, her mind focused solely on having him completely, but before he could answer there was a loud knock on the bathroom door, snapping them both out of the intimate moment.

“Be right out,” Y/N called with a shaky voice, pushing Bucky away from her so she could get down. After adjusting her skirt slightly and gave him a sheepish smile. “We can go back to my place,” she added in a whisper. She maneuvered around him and unlocked the door to reveal an older gentleman with handsome features and blond hair that grayed on the sides.

“I see you got re-acquainted,” he smiled pleasantly but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m Major Alexander Pierce, your man’s commanding officer. These are Sergeants Rumlow and Rollins. They worked with Barnes and I in Russia before he went AWOL.”

Y/N looked at the other two men and fear ran through her as they were the same men that had assaulted her in the parking lot after work. She felt Bucky’s arm wrap around her, moving her behind his large frame.

“She’s got nothing to do with this, Pierce,” Bucky growled and Y/N could see his back muscles tense. “If you remember, they tried to blow me up. I got discharged. There’s no reason for you to hunt me down or threaten my girl.”

The older gentleman laughed almost cynically and tsked. “See, that’s not how I’m seeing it. You went on the lam with sensitive information pertaining to an investigation, which is punishable by law, Sergeant Barnes. But I think it would be best if you and your girl would come with us.” There was a click, making Y/N peak around Bucky to see that the Pierce guy was holding a gun on him, them. “It’s that, or I shoot you and take you while the boys here deal with your sweetheart,” he added cooly. Y/N’s blood ran cold at the thought of being alone with the two burly men from earlier. She did not want to be left alone with either of them, especially the one named Brock. 

“We’ll go,” Bucky replied gruffly, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, holding her tightly to him. The one she knew was Brock stepped forward, hand pressed to Bucky’s chest. 

“Lady goes with me,” he stated cockily, his eyes roaming over Y/N like she was something to be used.

“Over my dead body,” snarled Bucky.

“That can be arranged,” Brock snided.

“Gentleman, please,” Pierce sighed annoyingly, “Rumlow, we need him alive, and the girl is not to be touched unless I state otherwise. See? Good conscience. But I will have to ask you both to give my men your cellphones. Don’t need you calling for help.” 

Rollins took their phones, turning them off before stuffing them in his pocket. Pierce turned to the side and waved them to follow Rollins out. Bucky let her go first, his hand holding hers and the older man following him with Rumlow behind. 

“I’ll get you out of this, Lil’ Bit,” Bucky whispered as he leaned into her ear. “I promise.”

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Secrets

Summary: Bucky has been struggling and that is an understatement and ever since his name has been cleared and has been going to therapy all of his memories are coming back.

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

A/N: Hellooooo lovelies I wrote this little one shot on my lunch and I hope you enjoy it! I was inspire by someone on here but I can’t remember their name!

Masterlist

“My mama used to make the best baklava in the entire village” Bucky could hear the happiness in her voice. At night when he can’t sleep he always wondered what her smiled looked like. Did the corners of her eyes scrunch up? Did she had straight or crooked teeth? Did she get a twinkle in her eye?

“What’s baklava?” Bucky asked

“I forgot you’re American”

“Land of the free doll” He smiled

“I wonder what it’s like to be like that” She sighed 

“Like what?”

“Free” Bucky felt his heart clench, she had been here longer than him, snatched from her village in the middle of the night. She had been there when he woke up with the new prosthetic, she quietly calmed him down through the drain pipes.

“It’s nice” He smiled “I'd go out on the weekends to the dance halls and dance with all the pretty girls” He leaned his head against the wall “When we get out I’ll take you to all my favorite spots”

“I’d like that” She whispered knowing damn well you two were never getting out of there. Bucky was the only comfort she found in the dark cell she’d been sentenced to live in all these months. Bucky heard your door open through the pipes

“It’ll be okay” He reassured her, knowing that there was nothing he could do to stop the pain she’s going to feel.

“Sargent Barens” Bucky shook his head while looking at his therapist, the look on his face told him he’d said his name multiple times

“Sorry” He mumbled

“Anything you’d like to talk about? More dreams?”

“No” Not her, he wasn’t ready to talk her. The doctor dismissed him and he walked back to his car and headed to the compound

“I think you should tell him” Bucky sighed and looked over to her, he knew it wasn’t really her but ever sense he’d been exonerated all the memories started coming back he hasn’t be able to unsee her

“I was just pardon for all my crimes and go to court ordered therapy, I don’t think they’d like to hear I see and talk to dead people” He rolled his eyes

“You see other people?” She put her hand on her heart “That hurts I though what we had was special”

“You know you’re the only one I see” His cheeks warmed as he saw her smile at him from the passenger seat

“I still think you should talk to someone about this Buck, it’s not helping you”

“But I don’t want to stop seeing you” She gave him a sad smile

I’m dead Bucky, I’m part of your imagination. You carry my death with an immense amount of grief, this-” She motioned between them “-is potentially normal” He parked the car in the garage and climbed out as she followed him

“Hey Buck was someone in the car? I thought I saw you talking to someone” Steve asked him

“Bluetooth, I was on the phone” He lied smoothly while Steve nodded unconvinced. 

“How was the session?”

“Good, talked about my dreams”

“Lair” She snapped from behind Steve, who responded to Bucky but he was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t hear a word. Maybe he was slowly going crazy, seeing her was driving him mad. When he climbed in to bed that night he was afraid to sleep, afraid to see her or the horrible things he did to people.

“Go to sleep Bucky, I’ll keep the monsters away” She whispered before kissing his cheek and Bucky felt his eyes close and he was launched into darkness

“Oh the things we have planed for you fräulein” Bucky hear Zola’s voice through the pipes and felt his fist clench. Bucky had no idea what they were doing to her but it was making her sick to the point where she couldn’t keep any food down, he feared she die from starvation.

“Bucky?” She whispered with a shaky breath

“I’m here” He heard her dry heave, they weren’t feeding either of you anything besides water and stale bread.

“Did I tell you about my trip to Cooney Island with Steve?” He asked

“No, what’s Cooney Island?” Bucky chuckled at her pronunciation of Cooney with her accent. He continued to tell her about the roller coasters, specifically the tilt-a-whirl. How he and Steve at hot dogs and then Steve threw up in a trash can after said ride.

“And then I spent all our money trying to win a game to impress a girl”

“Did you?” She asked

“Did I do what?” He asked

“Impress the girl?” She giggle and Bucky lavished in the sweet sound

“Yes, we went out dancing the next weekend and then I was shipped out”

“I’m sorry” She whispered “She sounded nice” Bucky nodded as heard he doors being unlocked “Be strong Bucky” He heard her words as he was yanked out of his cell and led to the chair.

Bucky woke up gasping, drenched in sweat he glanced at the couch where she was sitting when he fell asleep, but she were no where to be seen. He climbed out of bed and pulled on a shirt while he walked in to the kitchen. He found Tony leaning over the cook top

“Jesus Christ Elsa” Ton clutched his chest “You assassin spy types” He muttered

“Sorry” Bucky sat on the bar stool, sometimes when he came out at night it was Natasha in the living room watching documentaries, on occasion Sam would be on the couch with her. Sometimes it was Steve who was sketching mindlessly while Bucky would read or watch a show, on nights like that Wanda would join him on the couch. And on nights like tonight it’s Tony, says he needs to do something with his hands to distract him.

“Pancakes?” Bucky nodded and Stark slid the plate across the bar “Bad dreams?” Tony asked as he sat next to Bucky 

“Yeah, you?” Tony nodded

“I’m terrified that everyone is going to die and there’s nothing I can do about it” Tony shoved a bite of pancake in his mouth “What do you see?”

“Tell him” Bucky looked up at her leaning against the stove “Come on Buck, you have to tell someone, if not Steve or your therapist it’s gotta to be him” Tony followed his gaze, he could’ve swore he saw his eyes water.

“I see dead people” Bucky whispered

“I’m getting real sixth sense vibes here” Tony mumbled “Who do you see?”

“It’s only one person, she was held with me in Siberia” Bucky sighed “Every time I close my eyes I see her and then while I’m awake she’s every where. I know I should tell the therapist or Steve but I don’t know how to without sounding fucking crazy”

“Write it down, it’s easier to write it than say it” Bucky nodded “Tell me about her” 

“She was pretty, I only saw her once before she was gone. She was from Romania and tiny little village” Bucky paused “She was really something, she wanted to help me despite her suffering”

“I’m sorry” Tony looked back at his pancakes

“Me too” He finished his pancakes with Tony before heading back to bed.

“See I told you, everything is going to be fine” Bucky nodded and watched her sit on the couch while he got back in bed and grabbed his journal.

Bucky walked back into the therapist’s office the next week with multiple papers clutched in his flesh hand. Bucky sat in the usual chair while staring at the pictures and of people and his framed degrees 

“What do you want to talk about today Sergeant Barnes” Bucky felt his palm start to sweat as he handed over over the pages from his journal. Bucky felt his heart races as the therapist took the papers and began to read

October 19

I remember telling her about my childhood while she was sick from what she called treatments with Dr. Zola. I wanted to distract her from the pain she was in, I had no idea what they were doing to her but I hoped t was nothing like what they were doing to me. She gave me comfort when I had the new arm

“You’ll adjust, don’t stress too much they’ll sedate you again”

She tells me about where she grew up in a tiny village outside of Bucharest, I chose to stay there when I was on the run, hoping to make it out to her little village but I never got there. I wanted to see that part of her

She told me about the larger house her and her mother lived in with another family who her mother worked for. She played with the other kids in the market around the fountain in the middle of the square. She always said you have to be careful or you’d trip over the uneven cobble stone street. 

October 27

Last night I had the dream. We had been held captive for years at that point. She had been dragged out of the room, she hadn’t been doing well the last couple of days. Deep down I knew that wasn’t going to be a good day. I could hear her screams from the room, which was something I didn’t enjoy hearing.

The handlers pulled me out of the room and pushed me in to the testing room. When I walked in I saw Zola and two other men holding down a frail women, with dark circles under her eyes and sunken in cheek bones. Her skin was an awful pale color with a blue tint. I heard her whisper my name and I knew it was her, the women I’d been whispering to. The one that’s been comforting me

At the time I didn’t know what they were going to do to us, let alone her. I knew it wasn’t going to be anything good but I never imagined that. As the Winter Solider I didn’t have many memories, but I could remember her face, the tears that streamed down her face. I remembered how pretty her eyes were despite being rimmed red and full of water. I remember how cool the gun felt on my flesh hand

The doctor struggle to read after this point with the droplets that smeared the ink one the page.  Bucky froze as the doctor looked up.

“I can see you care about the women” Bucky nodded

“I see her, she talks to me” The doctor raised his eyebrows “I know she’s not real”

“It’s common with people who are experiencing a large amount of grief. Like men who lose their wives suddenly, mother’s losing their children. If this women meant this much to you I wouldn’t be alarmed that you are seeing her”

“That’s good I thought I was losing it” Bucky chuckled

“Why are you so guilty about her?” Bucky swallowed and rubbed his eyes as he thought about that day

Bucky enjoyed being able to place her face with her voice but it pained him to see how hurt she was. His chest warmed as she gave him a small smile from the metal table littered with syringes that used to be filled with what look like a black liquid. He figured they were injecting her with the serum.

“желаниe” His handlers shoved him toward the table and Bucky grabbed her hand

“You’re going to be okay” Bucky whispered and you shook your head

“No I’m not, this is all apart of the game they play Bucky”

“pжавый” Bucky felt his face twitch

“I’m not going to let them hurt you anymore” She gave him a weak smile as her hand reached for his face and cupped his cheek

“семнадцать, Девять, Один”

“You’re going to be okay Bucky, this is the end for me but you’re going to do some much more”

“Возвращение домой” How did hey yet so far in the words? Bucky questioned while she quickly pushed you lips on his cheek

“Y/N” He whispered as they pulled him away from her and placed a gun in his hand

“грузовой вагон”

“Be brave Bucky Barnes”

“Soldat” She watched as a switch was flipped in his eyes and he raised the gun and pulled the trigger, ending her life.

“She was the first person I ever killed as the Winter Soldier”

Bucky returned to the tower with a huge weight lifted off his shoulders. Being able to tell someone about her released this tension in his body. He was never going to forget you but maybe he could move on from you and heal from the pain the Winter Solder caused him.

Bucky was ready to tell Steve about everything, come clean with him about the lies ad shady behavior. Tell him about seeing her and what happened, tell him about the terrible dreams he was having. The relief he was feeling was something he wanted to feel about the rest of the animosity revolving around the Winter Soldier.

He felt his heart stop as he walked into the common room where everyone stood. The team surrounded Fury with a familiar women. Steve shook her hand and Bucky caught sight of her face and he almost fell to his knees.

“Buck come here” Steve called and he watched her head turn, Bucky’s blue eyes met her’s and watched tears come to hers. Bucky’s feet carried him to her, unbeknownst to him she met him halfway.

“I’ve looked every where for you Bucky Barnes” Bucky reached up with his metal hand and touched her cheek. He could feel the warmth under the metal, he had never been able to feel anything before when he’d try and touch her.

“It’s really you” She placed her hand on top of his while the other wiped his cheeks

“It’s really me” Bucky pulled you into his chest while his eyes scanned the rest of the team who seemed confused besides Tony

“I found your girl Barnes” He smiled and Bucky mouthed ‘thank you’

Bucky held her hand loosely as she led him into the tiny village as you two approached the cracked water fountain he could picture her as a child running around with other children. He scanned the abandoned village and wished he could’ve seen the what it was really like. The large house was covered in caution tape, it was unsafe to walk in but she pulled him in anyway. She told him how Hydra destroyed the village after she escaped.

“How did you survive?” He asked “I put a bullet in your head”

“I healed” She pointed to a scar on her head “I passed out but my mutantism allowed me to heal. It’s also how I’ve lived this long, I can also heal others” She touched his eyes brow that was split from his latest mission and when she moved her hand the soreness was gone.

“That’s what Hydra used you for” She nodded

“They tried to make you like me so you could heal yourself”

“Doll, I’m so sorry” She grabbed his hands

“None of that is your fault, Hydra had me before they ever had you” She leaned her forehead against his “Now we have all the time in the world so you can take me dancing”

“I can do that” He pressed his lips to hers before heading back to the rest of their life together.

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