#bucky barnes fluffy fic

[lovelybarnes]

midnight haircuts- b. barnes

pairings: bucky brnes x reader warnings: hydra trauma, mention of nightmares, past wounds, this absolutely headcanon a lovely requester has about: request! reader cuts bucky’s hair

eyes closed, your fingers dance to bucky’s side of the bed, expecting warm muscle to trail down until they find his own digits. you hum disappointedly when there are only cool sheets, eyes opening hesitantly as fingertips reach the edge of the bed. the darkness is profound when you sit up, silence loud as you struggle to adjust.

enhanced ears catch shaky panting hidden behind walls and caution, and your eyes finally fall to the gleaming sliver at the bottom of the bathroom door, brows furrowing as you push yourself up to your elbows.

“bucky?” you call softly, but there’s no sign of acknowledgment. recalling your boyfriend’s restless movements not too long ago, you inhale sharply, stepping toward the door fast, pressing your ear to the wood, freezing when you catch stifled whimpering. “bucky, honey? is everything alright?”

when there’s no response again, you rap your knuckle gently against the door, unsurprised at the resounding quiet.

“i’m gonna come in, okay?”

you twist the doorknob slowly, blinking blearily when the light of the room spills onto your face. red eyes and shaky fingers greet you, sharp scissors tight in bucky’s grip when he turns toward you, startled.

“sweetheart? bucky, what are you…” it takes a moment for you to comprehend the scene, to take in the streaks down bucky’s face, his hands trembling firecely. long hair loops around his fingers, tugged occasionally in his chattering pants. understanding shatters you immediately, remembering the memories bucky had pushed through wavering lips, and your exhaustion falls away to grim realization.

“i had a…” bucky struggles to speak, a hiccup slicing through his words. he squeezes his eyes shut, grasp tightening on the scissors. they move too close to his face haphazardly as he tries to push air into his lungs. “a nightmare. i just—i need it off, i can’t—” his face crumples.

“okay,” you breathe, cautious in your movements as you reach for the scissors. he lets you take them easily, falling into your hands when you cup his face to wipe his tears. he stutters through a breath. “why don’t we try going in the morning? with someone who knows what they’re doing and—”

bucky shakes his head sternly, shuddering as he calms himself. “no. no, they’ll—they’ll cut me, they’ll—” his eyes shut. “it’ll hurt.”

you examine his face, watch his fingers as they tense and pull at locks of his dark hair. gently, you reach to untangle strands from skin sticky with sweat. “okay.” you nod. “but you’re shaking right now, baby, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

bucky sniffs, finally opening his eyes. “will you do it for me?”

you falter for a second. “i don’t… i don’t really know how to cut hair.”

“please.” the plea is broken, lips pursed as he holds back more tears.

“okay,” you agree. “of course i will.”

bucky nods stiffly, the movement erratic. “you won’t hurt me,” he says. you’re not sure if it’s an assurance to you or himself, but he trusts it anyway, repeating it under his breath. “you won’t hurt me.”

“i won’t,” you reassure, taking a step back to stand behind him, slipping your fingers through the handles of the scissors. bucky’s trust is in your hands, shaky but sure, and you scrounge in your brain for any memories of hair cutting, any videos you’ve watched, or tips you never cared to pay much attention to.

taking a breath, you begin to run your fingers through his hair, gentle, trying to remember the sweet moments when there’s a miscellaneous show on the television and his head is in your lap, attention on the feel of your fingertips. he flinches and you slow your movements, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “are you okay, bucky?”

he pushes out a nod and a deep breath.

“okay. i’m going to start to cut. if it gets to be too much, tell me, okay? i’ll stop.” he confirms quietly, and you split your attention between the hair in the spaces between your fingers and bucky’s expression in the mirror.

you make the first cut delicately, and strands of black flutter to the bathroom floor. bucky’s eyes follow them as they fall, inhaling sharply. “i’m okay,” he forces out.

glancing at reddened eyes, you make another one, combing his hair out afterward. “you’re doing so well, baby.”

another slice of the scissors, and the sound seems to touch something in bucky, chest unmoving as he stares downward. you realize what he’s doing a few snips later. “hey,” you call softly. “it’s okay to cry. you don’t have to hold yourself back.”

you go back to cutting after a moment, a hand sneaking to his shoulder to squeeze gently. he relaxes a fraction against your touch, a tear slipping past his eye.

another cut and bucky sniffles, meeting his reflection. “the clippers are on the… the sink.”

“okay. i’ll get them. you’re doing great, my love.”

the sound of them when you plug them in makes him flinch and his face to screw up, fisting his hand. you shut it off and put it down, dragging your hand down his chest to his. “take my hand,” you instruct gently. he obeys easily, his hold tight. you find his eyes, giving him a small smile. “i’m almost done,” you promise. “i think.”

he grunts out something reminiscent of a laugh, and it makes you smile. you squeeze his hand. “i’m so proud of you, bucky.” with a final squeeze, you detangle your fingers, turning the device on again. bucky’s reaction isn’t as severe this time, but he’s still as a statue when it meets his head. “how’re you doing, honey?”

“okay,” bucky simpers.

“almost done,” you assure, precise in your movements as hair falls. when you move it away and catch his reflection, you’re surprised to realize you’re finished.

“done,” you inform in a breath, relief obvious in its vines around the word. bucky’s shoulders aren’t as strained, and he blinks at himself in the mirror.

“you’re done?” he echoes. distant, surprised.

you offer him a tentative smile and a careful nod, soft steps padding around so you can observe his pretty features pinched. “i’m all done, baby. you did so good.”

“it didn’t hurt,” he says. then, “thank you.”

“i’d never hurt you, honey.”

his eyes finally meet yours. “i know.” a nod, more eager as a hand snaps to his hair, now cropped short, uneven. he offers a crooked smile. it’s shaky, but it’s as beautiful as you’ve seen it. “of course i know.”

you brush hair off of his shoulder, examining his face. saccharine thumbs wipe at wet cheeks. “how are you, bucky?”

“i’m tired,” he admits. “can we go back to bed?”

“yeah.” you offer him your hand, squeezing lightly when he accepts. “c’mon.”

he follows slowly, watching as you lead him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom again, examining the movements of trusted fingers as they flick the lights off. the darkness is comforting with your hand in his, rubbing comforting shapes into the dips and ridges of his hands.

you lay him down first, the dark shadows of your face highlighting the radiance of your irises. he reaches for you when you pull the covers over the both of you, and you’re quick to respond, letting him tuck his face in between the crook of your neck.

his sighs are gentle puffs of air against your collarbone, arms tight around you as you run fingers through his newly cropped hair.

“thank you,” he whispers when you’re near sleep, and you brush your lips against his head as if to say you’re welcome.

“anytime, bucky,” you say sleepily. “i’ll learn to cut hair professionally for you, honey.”

bucky’s chuckle is rough-edged and splintered, but it’s enough for a start. he kisses the fragile skin of your neck in gratitude once more before letting himself drift to sleep.

[urdepressedslut]

Hello lovely,

I saw your post that your requests are open, so I will give it a try =)

Imagine Bucky and reader are best friends but they have a huge argument and now they don't talk to each other for days. She's feeling really bad, missing him. He is her most important person and now without interacting with him for days, she's feeling lost and lonely and heartbroken. Maybe she has not a super power and is only a normal human, helping the Avengers with IT or something. Due to the argument with her best friend and not talking to Bucky (Bucky ignores her completely) she begins to feel it not only mental but also physically. She can't eat probably and at the end falls deathly sick.... With a fluffy happy ending and a worried and protective Bucky

Please. That would be nice.

Take care honey

oh my goodness— my heart 😭❤️ the angst is gonna hurt, but i’m such a sucker for it. i had so much fun writing this one, thank you for requesting and i hope you like it🥰

Love Hurts

♡ Pairing: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You and Bucky get into a heated argument, things are said and done and now he won’t speak to you. You don’t think you can handle him ignoring your existence.

♡ Warnings: language, mentions of bucky’s trauma, heavy angst, malnourishment, depression, anxiety/panic attacks, minor injuries, hospitalization, suicidal ideation, self hate, literally hurt just writing this

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | MATURE CONTENT 18+

Your nails bit into your palm, denting the flesh— threatening to pierce the delicate skin. It was all to hold yourself back, distract you from the words that wanted to burst out.

It was becoming a sickening routine, Bucky was reckless and had yet another near death experience on his recent mission. The anxiety and the nerves stopping your body from functioning— the dreaded wait for his jet to arrive back at the compound. You shouldn’t have to be used of receiving the call that he had yet again made a reckless move— but you were starting to discover a pattern.

It did nothing to ease the panic that swirled in your chest every time he left for missions. You’d sob, throwing up everything you had eaten that day— unable to stomach anything with the idea that Bucky was on a mission. You never found your anxiety to be so severe— but when Bucky was even mentioned about going on a mission… it spiked.

That’s where you found yourself in his room, watching him pace the space— avoiding your frustrated stare. You weren’t angry at him per say— you were angry that he didn’t value his life.

“Seriously (Y/n)— you get so worked up over nothing. I’m here and alive— isn’t that enough?” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration.

You pressed your nails tighter to your palm, yet the pain couldn’t stop your thundering thoughts.

“You’re here and alive now, until you do some stupid shit like this again and are dead!” You hissed, trying to keep your voice low but you didn’t know how much longer you could control yourself.

He glared at you, squinting his eyes in anger and then rolling his eyes.

“Oh for fucks sake— can you stop fucking babying me? I can handle myself!” He raised his voice, his metal arm whirring.

“I’m not babying you— I’m just scared you’re gonna get yourself killed. Do you care about your life at all?” You asked him aggressively, your voice raising just a tad.

He took a long pause, staring at you with his face void of emotion— only annoyance.

“Not really.” He admitted.

You were taken back, although you had these conversations with him a time or twenty. It was an ongoing process to get him to slowly love himself— his past as The Winter Soldier torturing his soul. He was so convinced he wasn’t deserving of anything, not even a roof over his head. It was a struggle to help him, but you weren’t going to give up on him.

“You realize if anything ever happened to you I—” Your voice broke, needing a breath, “Buck I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”

You thought you saw his eyes flash with guilt, but before you could linger on the look for too long— his face was hardening again.

“That doesn’t sound like my problem.” He mumbled out, making your eyes widen.

You were extremely taken back from those words, your chest aching painfully— him not knowing what effect those words had on you.

“Are you fucking serious?” You asked him, your face morphing into a hurt expression, mixed with anger. “Can you just do your job without trying to kill yourself?”

His face grew red with rage and he was stomping up towards you— his face inches from yours.

“I am doing my job— very well in fact. Unlike you who just fucking sits here doing nothing!” He defended himself, his breath hitting your face in warm pants.

“Doing nothing? Buck— why are you like this?” You puffed your chest, not backing down from his towering form.

But your words seemed to have hit a nerve, as he shrunk back slightly, narrowing his gaze at you.

“Like what?”

You furrowed your brows, slowing your racing heart from the shouting— you weren’t sure you had said anything bad. Did you?

“What?” You squeaked out, nervous now.

“You said, why am I like this… like what?” He pushed, stepping closer to you now, his face still red with anger but you could see the hurt in his eyes.

You swallowed and wondered how to convince him you didn’t mean anything bad by what you said. But you were almost positive it would be an impossible task to get Bucky to listen.

“Buck, I didn’t mean anythin—”

“What— you think I’m not capable of doing my job? You think I’m still the monster hydra made me?” He spat, his chest rising and falling quicker.

“No, no Buck listen—”

That was definitely not what you meant, you could tell he was spiraling and you were still confused as to why. You would never make him think that.

“After 70 fucking years I finally have a job that I like— that I enjoy doing— I fucking help people! I’m finally doing some good and now you’re telling me I’m not capable of doing it?” He boomed, his chest puffing into yours and your stumbled back slightly. “You think I’m only capable of being a monster? Huh? Is that what you fucking think?”

You were growing scared now, the look in his eyes wild with something and you didn’t like how close he was to you— you knew he’d never hurt you but your fear overwhelmed your senses.

“Friday— call Steve and Sam in here now!” You shouted into the room, and Bucky’s eyes squinted painfully— his metal arm whirring again.

Bucky only saw one thing— you didn’t reassure him that he was thinking irrationally. You didn’t correct him that he wasn’t the monster. Instead you called for help, that you were clearly scared— because you thought he was a monster.

He was at a loss for words and just stared at you, almost through you— as his breathing was only getting heavier at the sight of your fearful eyes.

Not even minutes later, Steve and Sam were busting through the door, taking in the scene and separated you and Bucky.

“Hey— what’s going on?” Steve asked in between the two of you. “Buck, what’s wrong man?”

You couldn’t seem to find the words and just stood speechless as well— the fight startling you. This was one of the worst ones, and it was also one that still left you confused. You cursed yourself for not being careful enough with your words— but it was almost impossible to get through to him when he was on the brink of having an episode.

Sam walked closer to you, his facing morphing into concern as he took in your shocked expression.

“(Y/n)? You okay? Did he hurt you?” Sam whispered, keeping his words only between you two.

You slowly shook your head but still didn’t respond verbally.

“Okay, okay that’s good. You wanna go get a drink from downstairs? Why don’t we take a breather okay?” Sam suggested softly, big brother mode kicking in at the sight of your frazzled state.

Without another word, you left the room with Sam— missing the devastated look from Bucky.

Steve waited until the door shut, then his attention was back on Bucky.

“Buck, you gotta talk to me man— what happened?” He asked softly, watching his friend slowly relax, but it wasn’t from being in a relaxing mood— his body and mind were just exhausted from the argument.

“I fucked everything up. That’s what happened.” He mumbled, turning away from Steve to sit on the edge of his bed.

Steve followed behind but stood in front of him, shaking his head— ready to argue.

“You didn’t mess anything up, arguments happen. You guys will work it out. I know how much you mean to each other.” Steve pointed out, watching Bucky’s face unchanging.

“You didn’t see the way she looked at me— she’s scared of me I—” He shuttered, his breath shaky as he remembered your look, “I fucking scared her.”

Steve’s chest ached, the state of his friend breaking his heart. He knew Bucky meant no harm, and he almost for a fact knew that you knew that too. But Bucky for sure didn’t believe that himself.

“I didn’t see what you saw, but I can guarantee you that she’s not afraid of you. This is (Y/n) we are talking about. You are her world Buck.” Steve tried to convince him.

Bucky shook his head, running his flesh hand through his hair.

“I think I just need to stay away from her for awhile.” Bucky came up with instead.

Steve immediately started shaking his head, knowing that was the last thing he needed.

“Bucky I—”

“Please Steve… I just need some space.” Bucky pleaded, his body sagging in exhaustion.

Steve couldn’t find it in himself to argue with him anymore about this. Maybe he did need some time to himself, to cool down and gather his thoughts. Also Steve wasn’t going to force him to anything ever. After the years his pal went through— he would never make him do anything. He had enough things decided for him, and Steve wasn’t about to stoop to hydra’s level.

Meanwhile down in the kitchen, Sam was getting you a glass of water— standing across from your seated form at the island. He slid the cup across, sending a worried glance at you.

“(Y/n)?” Sam snapped his fingers getting your attention.

You were shaken from your state of staring, but even snapped out of the trance— the anxieties still swirled within you.

“Yeah sorry… I’m here.” You whispered, grabbing the glass and taking a tiny sip.

Sam gave you a quizzical expression, watching you start to slip back into a mindless stare— so he spoke up.

“You wanna tell me what happened?” He asked, genuinely curious what had went down.

He knew— hell everyone knew you and Bucky were extremely close. Best of friends, always there for one another— dancing on the line of strictly friends to lovers. Truthfully, Sam found it completely obnoxious and just wanted you two together already.

“I don’t really know… I think I said the wrong thing— I didn’t mean to make him upset.” You confessed, keeping your eyes on the countertop, not risking a glance to Sam.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up— mistakes happen. I’m sure he’ll forgive you.” Sam told you.

You shook your head, gripping the cup tighter.

“God I hope so… I don’t know what I’d do without him.” You whispered pathetically, tears welling in your eyes.

Sam reached out to rub your arm comfortingly, trying to relax you so you didn’t start crying. He hated to see you cry— made his heart hurt.

“It’s been a long day for everyone, why don’t you go head upstairs and get some sleep. I’m sure things will have blown over by tomorrow.” He suggested and you finally met his gaze, smiling weakly and nodding.

Without saying goodbye, you stood up and headed to your room. Taking Sam’s words and playing them on repeat in your head.

Tomorrow is another day, tomorrow would be better.

God had you hoped that was the case— it only was the beginning on the torment.

You had slept in longer than usual, but overall felt refreshed. The first thing that came to mind when fully waking up was Bucky. Immediately you headed downstairs to find him— needing to talk with him— apologize.

Making it down to the kitchen, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in at the sight of him sitting at the island— sipping at his coffee. You furrowed your brows, thinking he'd be done with his coffee by now, since you had slept in. Your chest ached with guilt with the possibility that he didn't sleep well.

You took a deep breath before making yourself known, although you were sure be could sense you in the room— considering he was a super soldier.

"Morning Buck." You announced, walking around the island so you could face him.

He kept his gaze down at his coffee, finding the cup more interesting than you.

Okay, that’s fair. You thought, you most probably deserved that reaction.

“You sleep okay?” You asked again, picking at the skin on your nails nervously.

Again— he didn’t even lift his head. In fact, he wasn’t even acknowledging you. You waited several minutes for a response, the silence becoming thick with tension and you couldn’t stand it.

“Bucky?” You tried, and this time he lifted his head.

Your heart twinged in your chest at his bloodshot eyes, clear evidence that he hadn’t gotten good sleep. You hated yourself for causing him the stress, especially knowing he was just starting to actually get hours of sleep. It was huge progress compared to his nights either screaming awake or just staring at the walls. But now you had to go and ruin all that progress. You felt sick to your stomach— disgusted with yourself.

“I’m really sorry about last night… I didn’t like how ugly it got and I’m sorry if I said something to upset you— you know I’d never intentionally hurt you.” You told him, picking more aggressively at your nails, causing to nail beds to bleed.

You swallowed nervously when he didn’t answer right away, instead staring at you with… what was that? Disgust? You didn’t know, but you hated the look altogether.

“Bucky, please say something.” You pleaded.

Bucky lowered his gaze to his coffee again, taking a minute before he stood up and looked your way.

“I just need some space.” He told you quietly.

You were relived to have him finally talk to you, but to hear him suggest space between you two— you could almost feel the knife digging into your chest. You tried to keep a neutral expression but otherwise felt your bottom lip quiver.

Without giving you time to respond, Bucky was walking out of the room— leaving you standing there speechless, lungs begging for air. You didn’t want your mind to go immediately to that thought, but you couldn’t ignore it either— he hated you.

“Hey babe, I need you to help me out in the lab tod—” Tony came busting into the room, but immediately shut up once he saw your broken expression. “Honey, what’s wrong? You alright?”

You nodded your head, lying to him and yourself and started waving him off with the fakest smile.

“Yeah— yeah I’m good. Just need to uh— need to get some things done.” You told him, your eyes darting all around the room, the familiar feeling of panic seeping into your being.

Tony gave you a ‘really?’ look and stepped closer to you.

“(Y/n) I’m not blind— I can see you’re upset. Talk to m—”

“Seriously Tony— I’m fine! Just leave it alone!” You told him a little too aggressively.

His face was taken back and you felt guilty immediately, cursing yourself for hurting everyone.

Why are you such a fucking issue? Your mind screamed at you.

You didn’t waste another second and sped walked out of the room, needing to calm yourself down before you ran into any one else. You were spiraling and you needed to just relax— take a deep breath. Maybe you just needed one more day and things would be back to normal.

Yeah… just one more day.

You had hoped that was the case as well… but as always— things only got worse.

Bucky refused to talk to you or even look at you. He’d given you the cold shoulder for almost two weeks now. He would get up and leave the second you entered the room. He couldn’t stand you it seemed.

You couldn’t keep hiding your hurt. At first, you had done a good job at hiding how you were really feeling. Saving the sobbing and attacks for when you were alone in your room. As the days lingered on, you found yourself weak and drained— you didn’t have enough energy to put up a charade anymore.

The whole team were sending you worried looks, and attempted to talk with you. But the second they’d try— you’d bolt. The subject was too sensitive, too raw. You didn’t want to talk to anyone but Bucky— and he hated you.

You had missed so many meals, forgetting to eat with your mental struggles throughout the days. You had been getting no more than two hours of sleep. You were so stressed, so stuck in your own mind that you couldn’t function. Even when you had managed to remember to eat, your stomach would knot up to the point that you were throwing everything up. You were gaunt, basically a real life zombie. You needed help— but you needed Bucky more.

You were laying in bed staring unknowingly into space, it had been hard to focus with no food or sleep in your system— so you had only managed to lay here. Even that was exhausting, no matter how much you laid around— your mind wouldn’t stop the assault. Your anxiety had never been this bad, you were a prisoner to it.

Knocking at your door had you jumping, your heart racing— and for a moment you forgot where you were.

You’re in the compound… yeah that’s right.

You slowed your breathing and swung your legs sluggishly over the edge of the bed to answer it. You weren’t prepared for the sudden dizzy spell, your vision spotting with black and white specks. You tried to blink it off, but suddenly you were toppling to the ground.

You fell to the floor with a loud thump, luckily landing on your front, your hands somehow catching most of your fall— you could already feel the throbbing in your palms.

You didn’t hear the persistent knocking, or the door open. You didn’t even hear the voice speaking from the doorway. It was when a hand landed on your shoulder that you were gasping, forgetting your surroundings once again.

Your eyes met Steve’s and you swore your heart was about to beat out of your chest.

“(Y/n) are you alright?” He asked you, hovering his hands over you— not sure what you had hurt.

You furrowed your brows, looking him over.

“Steve what are… what are you doing here?” You asked genuinely confused.

You watched Steve’s eyes widen and he swallowed nervously— his expression growing more concerned.

“(Y/n) it’s okay… I’ve got you.” Steve hushed, and he was pulling you into his chest, hugging you protectively.

You were still confused but then you tasted one of your stray tears, and you immediately came to your senses. You were crying in Steve’s arms… but why? You were having gaps of time missing from you, this wasn’t the first time this had happened— you just didn’t seem to care.

“Steve… my head hurts.” You slurred into his chest, sagging against him.

You were grateful that he was here, you desperately needed someone around. You were just hoping that someone would’ve been Bucky.

“Okay, let’s get you to Helen. She’s gonna take care of you, okay?” Steve asked you, and you could only give a weak nod.

He knew there was no way you were walking there, so he hoisted you up into his arms, and cradled your head as he started to the med bay.

You just stared blankly at his chest, not really caring if Steve were to throw you off the roof of the building. You just didn’t care.

Steve had gotten you down to her, and she checked you out. Alerting Steve that you were extremely malnourished, dehydrated— an insomniac. She kept listing off all the things Steve was afraid to hear. The whole time he was sure you didn’t hear a thing, although you were in the room— you were just checked out.

Helen eventually left, and Steve took his opportunity to speak with you. He pulled up a chair next to the hospital bed and grabbed your hand.

“(Y/n), what’s going on? You can talk to me— you can’t keep doing this to yourself. Please… just talk to me.” Steve whispered, pleading with you that you would stop torturing yourself.

“He hates me.” You mumbled.

Steve’s eyes widened and he frowned, knowing what you meant. He knew he let this go on for too long.

“(Y/n) he doesn’t hate you. He just needed time to himself, so he co—”

“I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings, I don’t even know what I said to hurt him but I—” You rushed out, the heart monitor beeping frantically, “I’m a horrible person, I didn’t mean to— I didn’t mean to!”

You wheezed out, clutching your chest as you couldn’t catch your breath. Your cheeks glistened with a steady stream of tears, your wheezing only growing by the second.

“Okay, okay (Y/n)— I need you to slow your breathing. You’re okay, he doesn’t hate you. Just take deep breaths okay— even if you can’t just try. I’m here.” He tried to coach you, but this wasn’t his thing.

Now he was starting to get mad at his friend, Bucky shouldn’t of let this go on for this long.

You followed his chest rising and falling, staring at him as he tried to calm you down. Your breaths were heavy and painful sounding. Steve was about to say something but stopped himself when he saw your eyes look behind him.

He turned and saw Bucky standing in the doorway— his face paled. Truthfully, he looked like he was going to be sick.

“(Y/n)?” He whispered, his heart breaking at your state.

He had ran into Helen in the kitchen and was informed of your condition— he didn’t believe it and had to see for himself. He was shocked to find you like this.

Your tears only edged on from his appearance and you shook your head in shame.

“I’m sorry Bucky! Whatever I did, I’m sorry!” You sobbed and Bucky ran to the bed, kneeling down and taking your hands into his.

“Doll it’s okay, you’re okay. I’m here— I’m here. I’m not gonna leave you… I’m sorry.” He rushed out, shushing your cries, watching you slow your breathing at his words. “There we go, just keep breathing with me. I’m here, you’re okay.”

He kept repeating himself, making sure you knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

Steve knew you were in good hands and slowly snuck out of the room— knowing you two needed to talk.

Bucky tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, letting his fingers trail down your cheek to your jaw. You couldn’t help the way your face leaned into his touch, it felt like it had been forever since the last one.

Your breathing had slowed down, and now you just stared up at him— eyes glossy with more tears. You felt so many emotions. You felt relived, but also angry and hurt. Above all— you needed to know what you did to upset him. The guilt still ate away at your heart, and even just the memory of the argument had your chest aching.

“What did I do?” You whispered, making his eyes shoot up to yours, concern painting his face.

“You didn’t do anything.” He told you, and you furrowed your brows.

You were still anxious— he hadn’t answered your question. Even more so— if you didn’t do anything then why did he ignore you?

“Then why?”

“Why what (Y/n)?” He dared to ask, and you scoffed— ripping your hands out of his.

The anger was approaching.

“Why did you shut me out?” You wondered, and he only let his eyes cast down to the bed— making you angrier. “You ignored me for two weeks! Two fucking weeks you just acted as if I didn’t exist! Do you know how much that fucking hurts?”

You were breathing heavy again, but this time it wasn’t from panic— it was the full force of all your anger bursting out.

He lifted his eyes to you, and you saw how broken he looked. How your state had affected him.

“I could never do that to you Buck— I would never do that to you! You’re my everything! I don’t trust anyone as much as I trust you!” You raised your voice, while he stayed silent. “If I didn’t do anything then why would you— why—”

You broke out into a sob, covering your face with your hands. You felt good getting all the built up anger out— but now you felt extremely guilty. The pitiful face of Bucky staring at you, causing your heart to hurt all over again. It didn’t matter what happened, you always ended up hurting others.

“(Y/n) I’m so sorry I— god I fucked up. I didn’t ever mean to hurt you, please know that. You’re my other half, and no one has ever been there for me like you have.” He spoke through a tight throat, swelling with emotion.

You uncovered your face and just stared at him a little longer, still incredibly hurt from his actions— but you knew you couldn’t stay mad at him. You so badly wanted to forgive and forget— and just wrap him in your arms like you both needed.

“It’s hard to explain what’s wrong with me to someone when I don’t even understand what’s wrong with me— I just know I’m fucked up. I’m broken beyond repair.” His voice broke, his own eyes welling with tears.

You didn’t have it in you to keep up an angry facade, and so you reached out and took his hand in yours. His face almost immediately lit up, his breathing slowing at your touch.

“Try me.” You whispered, watching Bucky take a deep breath before he spoke again.

“The night of our fight…” He started, and you swallowed in having to remember that night. “I had never seen you look at me like that.”

You stayed silent, afraid to open your mouth and have a sob escape. You could feel it bubbling up— the memory playing back through your mind.

“You looked at me like you were scared. You looked at me like I was a monster.” He confessed and it all made sense to you now.

It wasn’t about what you said, it was your reaction that disturbed him to no ends. Even if you couldn’t control your reaction in the moment— you still felt guilty for causing him pain of remembering the hydra days.

“Oh Buck…” You whimpered, trying to pull him close— but he pulled away before he could reach your embrace.

“No— you don’t get to be nice to me after what I did. I promised I would never hurt you and I did— you’re in here because of me! I don’t deserve your forgiveness!” He raised his voice, and you weren’t scared of him— just concerned.

“I wasn’t scared of you Bucky, you just caught me off guard. Things were heated— I’m not afraid of you and I most definitely don’t think you’re a monster.” You tried to convince him.

“I really hope you’re not lying because if you were afraid of me… god I don’t know what I’d do. If you never wanted to see me again— that’s fine. Whatever you want, but I can’t live knowing you’re afraid of me.” He whimpered out.

“I wouldn’t lie to you.”

He nodded his head, knowing damn well you’d never lie. That was one thing he loved about you— you were so honest. Keeping it real with him, even if he didn’t wanna hear it. He could count on you for the truth.

“I still don’t deserve your forgiveness.” He argued.

“Well too bad, I’m forgiving you anyway.” You finally told him and he felt his chest expand.

Like he could finally breath.

“Why?” He wondered.

You knew it was the line you two had been dancing on forever— but you knew if there was ever a time to say it. It was now.

“Because I love you.” You admitted quietly.

His eyes widened just slightly, and his breath stuttered. He had always had a feeling what you two had was more than friends, he just never spoke up about it. Of course he loves you too— god he loves you so much. That’s why the thought of you being scared of him was enough to pull him away. He couldn’t bear being around you if you were frightened by him. He couldn’t live with himself. More importantly he now discovered, he really couldn’t live without you.

“I love you so much.” He confessed back as your tears leaked down your cheeks.

You pulled his arm, and he let you pull him to the bed— close enough where you could cup both his cheeks.

“Don’t ever do that to me again, please. I need you Bucky— life is not livable without you.” You cried, kissing his forehead to which he leaned into your lips.

“Never again— I promise.”

This time, he wouldn’t break it.

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[sparklefics]

Losing you

Bucky & avenger!reader

WC: 1,185

Summary: a near death experience puts things in perspective.

Warnings: near death experience (not detailed tho), mentions of injury and blood. Language!

I wrote a thing!! It’s been months since I’ve been inspired/ had time to write. Here’s a little angsty fluff.

Gif not mine.

[Masterlist]

Since you joined the team you’ve gotten along with everyone. Missions are successful at least 90 percent of the time.

For the last nine months you’ve been partnering up with Bucky. He’s damn good at his job and you get along just fine, at least when you’re on the field.

Off the field is an entirely different story.

It’s not so much that you don’t get along, it’s just you don’t hang out outside of work. The only time you ‘hang out’ is during training.

You wouldn’t consider him a friend— at least not like Sam is. Bucky is merely your teammate, your partner.

Normally Bucky is cool, calm and collected until the day you get hurt in the field.

“Star, come in.” Bucky speaks through the comms but is only met with silence so he tries again. “Agent Star, come in!”

Star is the code name Sam gave you when you joined his crusade as Captain America. He liked to joke around about his Stars and Stripes and the Sentinel of Liberty, respectively you, Joaquin and Bucky.

Bucky turns back to the last checkpoint and his body goes rigid as he takes in the scene before him. There you are laying on a puddle of blood—yours, he realizes.

He doesn’t take the time to over analyze what went down, all he cares about right now is getting you to safety.

—————

It’s scary to put so much on someone. To let them be your everything, he hadn’t realized that was what had happened. To him you were just his partner.

Until he almost lost you.

That’s when he realized what’s really at stake here. Not only your life, but his happiness.

—————

Three days, that’s how long it takes for you to wake up.

“Ow. That hurt.” You groan and hear Sam chuckle, when you bat your eyes open you see Bucky storming out of the room.

“That’s not funny, Star.” Sam says. “You scared us. How come you didn’t call for backup?”

“How long was I out?”

“Three days. And yes, he was here the whole time, barely got him to eat and shower.”

“Where’s Stripes?” You deflect and ask about Joaquin.

“Coffee run.” Sam stares towards the doorway and sighs. “Buck was the one that found you.”

“Hmm. I think he might be mad at me— you know for almost dying.”

“He’s entitled to that, you’re his partner after all.”

—————

Bucky never comes back to the med bay. In fact you don’t see him for weeks, until you’ve been given the all clear to go back out on the field.

You approach him silently at the gym while he’s pummeling a punching bag. Three bags already discarded after he ripped them open.

“Hey Liberty!”

“Don’t call me that. You know I fucking hate it.”

“Are you still mad at me?”

“Who said I was?” He turns around and you’re not ready for that tender look he gives you. A mixture of guilt that you almost died on his watch and something else you can’t pinpoint and it almost makes you think that he might actually care.

As scary as it was, almost dying put so much in perspective for you. First thing’s first, before you passed out on the field your very last thought was Bucky’s smile. That was strange…yes, he’s your partner but you were about to die and your last thought was of him not begging for help just one last smile of Bucky’s.

Secondly, it felt so off and hurtful seeing him walk out as soon as you woke up. You didn’t know why it hurt but the fact that it did meant that you wanted him there when you woke up. Or at least you expected him to be there, he is your partner after all.

You almost lost everything.

You almost lost him.

It’s infuriating how he managed to become something more than just your partner without you even realizing it. Though all your anger dissipates with the look he gives you. None of it matters when he’s looking at you and touching you so delicately.

Bucky traces a finger ever so delicately over the still fading bruise on your cheek bone.

You hadn’t realized he’d been standing so close to you. Or why the disheveled look he’s got going on looks so good on him. Has he ever looked better? Yes, but today he looks kinda hot and vulnerable, in a way that you just wanna comfort him, run your hands through his hair, cuddle the shit out of him.

Out of nowhere you grab his face and kiss him— on the lips!

“You can’t blame me for that. I almost died.”

You murmured against his lips. And to your surprise he doesn’t pull back, instead he deepens the kiss.

“Shut up, I'm still mad at you.” He mumbles against your lips.

“Ha!” You pull back just enough to slap a hand on his chest. “I knew it! You are mad at me!”

Bucky pulls you right back to his arms and rests his forehead on yours. “I’m just…I can’t lose anyone else. Do you understand?”

You nod.

“I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at myself. You got hurt out there, I should’ve—”

You pull back to look him in the eyes, “James Buchanan Barnes it is not your fault I got hurt. I should’ve called for backup, it’s not your responsibility to keep me safe.”

“Yes it is. You’re my partner.”

“You say that like it means something else. What are you really trying to say, Sarge?”

As if the kiss you two shared hadn’t made it clear this certainly would.

“Star, you are everything to me.”

And your anger makes an appearance again, you pull away from him. “I’m finding that a little hard to believe, cause since I woke up all you’ve done is avoid me.”

“I’m just— seeing you there in a puddle of blood it fucked me up.”

“Waking up and seeing my partner walking out on me fucked me up. You were the last thing on my mind before I passed out. I was trying to call for— I was going to call for you when I blacked out. Then I wake up and see you walk out the door and never come back.”

This isn’t how Bucky pictured this moment. It should’ve gone like in the movies. You both admit your feelings, kiss and voila: happy ending. Not you angry at him, with unshed tears in your eyes.

“I’m sorry I’m an idiot that can’t handle his own feelings. But I love you. I need you to know that. I love you.” He squeezes your hands.

“That’s the thing Bubba, I love you too. So don’t you dare walk out on me ever again.”

You pull him in for a hug and you climb on him like a koala, arms around his shoulders and legs around his torso. He tells you he loves you again and assures you that he’s not going anywhere without you. “Well then, take me to my room. You owe me three weeks worth of cuddles.”

[lokidokieokie]

Healing Hearts

Summary: your typical enemies to lovers plot, except it’s only one-sided… and Y/n's Bucky's physical therapist/nurse.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Nurse!Reader

Warning(s): brooding Bucky, mentions of physical therapy, other than that nothing else I can think of...

Bucky Barnes had always been a solitary man. He preferred to keep to himself and avoid unnecessary interactions with others. So when he woke up in a hospital room, with a perky nurse named Y/n assigned to him, he knew that he was in for a long and frustrating recovery.

From the moment Y/n walked into his room, she was like a ray of sunshine. She was constantly talking, asking him how he was feeling, and offering him unsolicited advice on how to speed up his recovery. Bucky found her incessant chatter annoying and intrusive, and he made it clear that he wanted her to leave him alone.

"You don't have to talk so much, you know," Bucky grumbled as Y/n tried to engage him in conversation.

She smiled brightly. "I'm just trying to keep you company, Mr. Barnes. I know it can be lonely in here."

Bucky rolled his eyes. "I don't need company. I need to heal and get out of this hellhole."

Her smile faltered, and she looked hurt. But Bucky couldn't bring himself to care. He had more important things to worry about than hurting the feelings of a chatty nurse.

As the days went on, Bucky found himself becoming more and more irritated with Y/n. She was always there, hovering over him, and he couldn't escape her constant attention. He started to resent her presence, even though he knew that she was just doing her job.

One day, as she was helping him with his physical therapy exercises, she accidentally brushed against his metal arm. Bucky winced, and she immediately pulled back.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Barnes. Did that hurt?" she asked, her voice full of concern.

Bucky gritted his teeth. "Yeah, it hurt. What did you expect, with that clumsy move?"

Y/n looked at him with hurt in her eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm just trying to help you get better."

Bucky glared at her. "You're not helping. You're just getting in the way."

She sighed. "I know you don't like me very much, Mr. Barnes. But I'm just trying to do my job. I want to make sure you're getting the best possible care."

Bucky scoffed. "Yeah, right. You just want to make yourself feel better. You think that if you can fix me, you'll be some kind of hero."

Y/n looked hurt and shocked by his words. "That's not true, Mr. Barnes. I don't help people to make people think I'm the hero; that I'm some sort of saviour for humanity. All I want to do is help people, that's all."

Bucky shook his head. "Save it for someone who cares. I never needed or wanted your help."

As the days went on, Bucky's attitude towards Y/n didn't improve. But despite his constant complaints and snarky remarks, she never gave up on him. She was always there, by his side, offering him words of encouragement and support.

One day, as she was helping him with his physical therapy, Bucky felt a twinge of pain in his leg. He winced, and she immediately stopped what she was doing.

"Are you okay, Mr. Barnes?" she asked, her voice full of concern.

Bucky looked up at her, and for the first time, he saw her in a different light. He saw the kindness in her eyes, the determination in her voice, and the genuine care in her actions. He realised that he had been wrong about her all along. She wasn't annoying, she was kind and caring.

Bucky felt a strange feeling in his chest as he looked at her. He couldn't believe that he had been so blind to her kindness before. She had been nothing but patient and supportive towards him, even when he had been rude and ungrateful.

"I'm fine," he muttered, feeling embarrassed by his outburst. "Sorry for snapping at you."

She smiled warmly at him. "It's okay, Mr. Barnes. I understand that you're in pain, and it can be frustrating."

Bucky nodded, feeling grateful for her understanding. "I guess I've just been a bit of a jerk to you, haven't I?"

She shrugged. "It's okay. I know that you didn't mean it."

Bucky sighed, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. "Thanks for being patient with me, Y/n. I really appreciate it."

Y/n grinned at him. "Of course, Mr. Barnes. That's what I'm here for."

From that day on, Bucky's attitude towards her began to change. He found himself looking forward to her visits, and he even started to engage in conversations with her. They talked about everything from the latest movies to popular music trends, and Bucky found himself enjoying her company more and more.

One day, as she was helping him with his physical therapy, Bucky realised that he didn't want her to leave. He wanted her to stay with him, to keep talking to him, to keep being there for him.

"Y/n," he said suddenly, as she was packing up her supplies. "Do you want to grab a coffee or something after your shift ends?"

She looked surprised, but she smiled. "Sure, Mr. Barnes. I'd love that."

"Call me Bucky, doll."

Bucky grinned, feeling a strange warmth in his chest. He couldn't believe that he was actually looking forward to spending time with the woman he had once despised. But as he looked at her, he realised that she was more than just a nurse to him. She was a friend, a confidante, and maybe even something more.

As they walked out of the hospital together, Bucky felt a strange feeling of hope. Maybe, just maybe, he had finally found someone who could help him heal his damaged heart.

A/N who doesn't love the enemies to lovers trope? It's personally a favourite of mine 🥰

tagging the usual...please lemme know if you'd like to be added or removed.

🏷 @thewaithfuckingannoyme @evelyn-kingsley @moonlight-ee 

[marvel-fanfic-writer-8675]

Eucalyptus

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: fluff, cursing, innuendos

Summary: gardening, and someone showed Bucky tik tok

You loved gardening, your boyfriend on the other hand…he definitely did not have a green thumb, that’s for sure. You once left him in charge of your plants while you were on a mission and he killed them all, even the cactus, you were only gone for 3 days.

You had gone to the nursery (plant store) to look around and find a new plant for your garden in the back of the compound. Your garden was enjoyed by everyone, they all loved being able to go out and sit on the bench you had in there, and relax, let all their past bad experiences melt away. It was like the team’s own secret hideout from the world. You came back from the store super excited to show the team your new finds.

“Honey! Can you please come help me get the plants out of the car,” you asked your boyfriend, Bucky. “Of course doll, let me go grab Steve and he can help us too.” After bringing all the plants to the garden the team had come out to see what would be added to the special hideaway.

Natasha, believe it or not, was one of the most excited about the new additions, especially when she saw one specific plant. “Is that, Dagestanian Spleenwort?” She was wide eyed and almost tearing up. “Bless you…?” Tony answered, confused at the long, hard to pronounce name. “Dagestanian Spleenwort,” you responded, “a fern usually only found in Russia but they had one at the store I went to and I thought it would look nice.” Nat smiled softly and went to touch the fern. “Back in the Red Room they had a bunch of these outside in the outdoor training area, I would spend the little free time I had hiding in the plants, they gave me a feeling of comfort.” You set a hand on your friend’s shoulder, “I’ll be sure to take extra care of it, and you can help me if you’d like.” Natasha nodded and you went through more of the plants you had bought.

“I also got a lemon tree for that bare space in the corner,” you continued. “We can make lemonade!” Thor shouted excitingly, it was one of his favorite Midgardian drinks. Everyone chuckled and you agreed that yes, you could make lemonade. After you had finished saying all the stuff you’d gotten everyone went back to what they were doing beforehand, leaving you to plant your new plants. Bucky stayed back a minute to say goodbye, but was surprised when you told him to wait for a minute.

You ran out to your car and grabbed one final, secret plant you had gotten. “What is that doll?” Bucky was very curious at the bushel of green you held in your hand. “I found some Eucalyptus at the store for only $2!” “Eucalyptus dick,” Bucky shouted. You just stared at him in shock. “Eucalyptus dick!” He doubled down on the joke. “Honey, who showed you tik tok?” You asked with a slight smirk at the idea of your 107 year old boyfriend on tik tok. “Peter showed it to me when he saw a funny captain America video,” he admitted. You shook your head and set the eucalyptus down. “What am I gonna do with you,” you pondered as you gave him a kiss. “Love me eternally?” He responded like a cute puppy, enjoying his kiss. “I suppose,” you said, smiling up at him, as he pulled you in for another kiss.

You spent the rest of the day with Bucky out in the garden. He had brought out his favorite book and was reading while you worked with your plants. After you had finished you sat next to him, your head leaning on his shoulder. “All done doll?” You nodded, leading him to the new plants. “Looks beautiful doll, just like you.” You blushed at the compliment, elbowing him softly for his cheesy statement. “I love you, you dork,” you teased. “Good, cause I love you too, my little garden fairy.” You both laughed, walking hand in hand back inside, just in time to join the team for dinner.

Steve had made some chicken recipe he found, he loved to make food for the team, it was his way of showing he cared. He had a book with all the team’s likes, dislikes, allergies, etc. You and Bucky sat down in your usual spots, greeting the rest of the team. “So, how did planting go?” Clint asked. “It was great planting the eucalyptus..” Bucky smirked at you as you said eucalyptus and at the same time, him, Sam, and Tony all yelled “eucalyptus dick,” and burst out laughing. You just raised your eyebrows at your boyfriend as he looked at you, pretending innocence, “love you doll,” he tried. “Sometimes I question how we ever ended up together,” you sighed, kissing his nose, making him blush. The conversation then moved on to how Tony blew up part of his lab…again.

After dinner, you and Bucky volunteered to clean the dishes. You put on your shared playlist and got to work on the mountain of dishes. After the dishes were done, you still had water on your hands so you decided to start a fight, you flicked the water at your boyfriend who immediately turned to you, “oh doll, you don’t know what you just got yourself into…” he took the faucet and sprayed you quickly with the water. Laughing, and soaked, you moved and gave Bucky a huge hug, getting him soaked in the process. While hugging, you grabbed the faucet and sprayed Bucky’s back. You then started running towards your shared bedroom, but against a super soldier, you had no chance. He caught up to you, wrapped you in his arms and dipped you, giving you a kiss in the process. “Really thought you could run away doll? You started this fight,” he smirked. “Yeah and I was gonna finish this in the shower, but if you don’t want to join me then…” Bucky’s face lit up, “no, yeah, let’s go shower, gotta get off all the dirt from the day ya know.” And with that you both showered and got ready for bed. Some nice, warm cuddles in your boyfriend’s arms was just what this day needed to end perfectly.

[livingincolorsagain]

inspired by this lovely art by @fiprobably

“Hey, Buck,” Sam called, pushing the door closed with his hips and toeing off his shoes. “I’m back.”

It was Sam’s turn to pick up Cass and AJ from school, and he dropped them off at their house and went to pick up the groceries before heading back home.

“They were all out of the creamer you like,” he said, placing the bags down on the countertop and starting to empty them out. “I got the pumpkin spice latte one instead.”

“Buck?” He called again after a minute had passed with no answer, pausing halfway through shelving the cans.

Bucky came into the kitchen then, all dressed up in a smart black suit and a pressed white shirt, his dress shoes squeaky clean.

Sam felt his eyebrows shoot up as he blinked a few times. His eyes went from Bucky to the magnetic calendar on the fridge and back to Bucky.

The date wasn’t marked up, but still, Sam asked, “Did I miss something?”

Bucky smiled softly, shaking his head as he walked over to the remaining groceries and started putting them away.

Sam looked down at himself—a well worn sweater that was actually Bucky’s and jeans and black and red socks—then said, “Do I need to change?”

“No, sweetheart,” Bucky said, collecting the bags and shoving them with the other plastic bags under the sink. “You look perfect.”

“Okay,” Sam said, feeling bewildered.

“Did you get—“

“The peaches? Yeah. Cherries, too. Make as many pies as you please.”

Bucky smiled brightly, taking a few steps closer to where Sam was next to the pantry. He held his hands out, and Sam grabbed them without hesitation, intertwining their fingers together.

“I have something to ask you,” Bucky said, and his voice betrayed him a little at the end.

Sam felt his heart skip in his chest, feeling warm all over. “Anything, baby.”

Bucky’s face melted into something much more tender, and he placed a kiss on the back of each of Sam’s hands before dropping them.

Then he dropped to one knee.

Sam’s heart fluttered in his chest like a bird learning how to fly, eyes immediately blurring with tears.

“Bucky,” he croaked.

“Sweetheart,” Bucky answered softly. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long, getting on my knees and asking you to spend the rest of your life with me, because there’s nothing I want more than to spend the rest of mine with you. To wake up every morning to you, to kiss your smile as you drink your coffee and watch you as you make breakfast. To watch you fly like you were made for it, like you were born to have wings. To spend every day we have together reminding you that I’ll love you purposely and unconditionally for as long as you’d let me.”

“Bucky,” Sam breathed, unconsciously covering his mouth with his hand.

“Samuel,” Bucky whispered thickly, pulling a small, velvet box out of his pocket and opening it. “Marry me?”

“Yes.”

Bucky beamed. “Oh yeah?”

Sam grabbed his arms and pulled him up, slamming their lips together until they ran out of air, then he pulled back to pepper Bucky’s face with kisses, ending every kiss with a whispered yes.

Bucky chuckled as he snapped the box closed and wrapped his arms around Sam, pulling him as close as they could get.

Sam pulled back, looking at all the happy lines on Bucky’s face. “I love you,” he said, his voice cracking.

Bucky raised his hands to wipe his tears away with his thumbs. “I love you too, darlin’,” he said, “I love you and your pumpkin spice latte obsession.”

Sam scoffed, fighting back a smile. “I don’t have one!”

“Please,” Bucky said, leaning in to catch Sam’s lips in a kiss. There was a lull in the conversation as the kiss grew passionate, then Bucky pulled back, face flushed and smile so wide his eyes crinkled with it. “I can taste it on your lips.”

[princessmisery666]

Fake fic title: Wild Flowers at Sunset

Summary: Bucky uses an inopportune time to let you know how he feels about you.

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: confident reader, Bucky being cocky (that’s a warning), sex work mentioned, prelude to smut, love confession. 

W/C: 1,134.

Characters: Bucky Barnes, you, OMC.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

A/N: thank you @justagirlinafandomworld for the inspo (even thought it took a while to kick in 💟)

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: made by me on canva.

Master Lists: Made Up Fic Titles // Bucky Barnes // All The Fandoms

“You’re doing great,” Bucky talks into his glass, taking a sip of the amber liquid that is never going to get him drunk. “Guy’s putty in those beautiful hands of yours.” Though he’s sitting across the bar, you're wearing an earpiece. He has a clear view of you and sees the corner of your mouth quirk up slightly. Then he can’t help himself. “God, this dude is a loser,” he sighs, “He hasn’t even asked one question about you. No wonder he has to pay for it.”

There’s that half smirk again, hiding behind a sip of your Appletini - which he knows you hate - but your date insisted on ordering for you. 

“Head of a tech startup company,” Bucky scoffs, “that’s code for I’m a keyboard warrior living in my Mom’s basement.” 

You splutter around your glass, and your date, Oliver, has the sense to offer you a napkin. “Sorry,” you say to your date, voice as sweet as your drink, but the finger you use to scratch your cheek flips Bucky off, and then he’s the one laughing. 

“Sorry, doll.” Though he really isn’t. He’s bored as hell and knows you are, too. But he signed up for this to make amends, help the police and all the other agencies with letters, and some without, to bring down the bad guys.

That’s how he’d met you, an undercover agent for the FBI. He felt like he’d lucked out when they’d introduced you as his handler. He didn’t like that word, and the grimace on his face must have said as such because you’d piped up - “We’re partners, Mr. Barnes. We have each other’s back. No one’s handling anyone,” you stated, looking directly at your boss. But as soon as you’d turned back to Bucky and winked, “The handling comes after hours,” he knew he was in for a wild time. 

This Oliver guy is wanted in connection with a series of missing escorts. Back in Bucky’s day, no one cared about a missing prostitute, but times have changed, and the price has certainly increased. An intimate encounter with one of the ladies from “The Girlfriend Experience” - a very exclusive and high-end escort service - is upward of three thousand dollars for a few hours. 

“So, roughly a thousand dollars a minute,” you’d shrugged, smirking cheekily.

“I’d get way more than my money’s worth,” he countered, tongue slipping out to lick at the flirty smile he gave you in return.

You’d sauntered closer, pressed your body into his, and whispered, “Oh, I’d let you take a turn for free.”

So here you are, on a date with Oliver, earning his trust and waiting for him to either A-say something incriminating (which was likely given his affinity for talking about himself) or B-offer you money for sex (a criminal offense). 

But damn, this man is a drip. Watching paint dry would have been more entertaining, and Bucky felt deeply sorry for you having to fake a smile and flirt with such a wet blanket of a person.

“Go to the bathroom,” Bucky says. 

You subtly shake your head, eyes never leaving Oliver’s, hanging on his every word. 

“Just want to remind you, all of this is being recorded,” he grins, sees your eyes flick to his in the mirror, and lifts his brow, silently making his request again.

You look back to Oliver, lean in closer, place your hand atop his on the bar, and gently stroke your fingers along his skin. Bucky can feel the burn on his own skin, the scrape of your nails as your fingers trail higher with every delicate caress. Oliver grins widely. He thinks he’s got you, hook, line and sinker. 

But Bucky knows better. “Hey Doll,” he says cheerily, “remember our first date?” 

You give him nothing. 

“I took you for a picnic on the beach. I wore that blue suit you like, and you wore the lilac dress that hugs you everywhere. I was worried you’d get cold, but I shouldn’t have. By dessert, we were as naked as the wildflowers dancing to the sunset…”

You abruptly hop off the bar stool, “Excuse me, Oliver. Need to use the ladies’ room.”

Bucky knows better than to be smug about getting his own way; he’ll pay for it later in some form or another, but he looks forward to his punishment. 

“Pausing comms,” Bucky says, “bathroom break,” for when the brass listens later even though it's obvious what’s going on, but he doesn’t care as he taps the device in his pocket. 

He counts forty-five seconds after you pass through the door toward the bathrooms and then follows after you. All three stall doors are closed, but only one of the dials shows occupied. Before he can lift his hand to knock, the door opens, and you yank him inside.

“You’re pushing your luck, Barnes,” you warn. 

He surrenders, arms up, palms out. “It was the only way I could get you in here.” 

“For what?” 

“This.” His fingers pinching your chin are soft, but the kiss he delivers is anything but. He’s famished, as if he hasn’t tasted you in weeks when, in reality, it’s only been a few hours. But that’s how you make him feel. With every beat of his heart, he’s wild and aching and destitute until he has you in his grasp.

The Appletini is still heavy on your tongue, and he washes it away with hungry sweeps of his whiskey-laced one. His hands slip down your leg to the hem of your skirt, hiking it up with every squeeze and grope of your soft thigh.

Your hands roam under his shirt, nails digging into his stomach, before slipping down to the waistband of his jeans.

He holds back a groan when he reaches your inner thigh and finds no more material between his hand and your heated core. 

You pull back, a wicked grin revealing your teeth, and as he opens his mouth to tell you that you’ll be the death of him, you stuff your panties into his mouth.

You step back, readjusting your dress, “You can get me as naked as those wildflowers again later.” You wink. “Right now, we have a job to do.”

With that, you breeze out of the door and back to your date. 

He waits sixty seconds after you leave, stuffing your panties into his jacket pocket and giving his cock a chance to realize his punishment came earlier than expected before he follows after you.

He settles back into his barstool, catches your eye in the mirror, and the feeling tingles from the very tips of his toes to the top of his head, serenity, calm, absolute, unwavering belief. He mutters, “I love you,” into the coms.

Oliver ends up wearing your Appletini.

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Wildflowers At Sunset

Summary: Bucky uses an inopportune time to let you know how he feels about you.

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: confident reader, Bucky being cocky (that’s a warning), sex work mentioned, prelude to smut, love confession. 

W/C: 1,134.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

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Request from @jbuckybarnesfan

"I was just wondering if you're still taking requests, could you do one where Bucky & reader have a crush on each other, neither one will do anything for fear of getting hurt/rejected & it takes Steve, Sam, Natasha, & Wanda to do a WHOLE LOT of match making?!?!?!?! Thanks!! "

Pairing: Avenger Bucky Barnes x Avenger Reader

Summary: You have been in love with Bucky, he loves you right back but neither of you want to make a move, Tony & the gang aren't as willing to wait as long as you two though.

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: Fluff, evil masterminding, Bucky with a boner, swearing, angst.

Graphics: @firefly-graphics

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, I loved writing it & always love a fluffy Bucky & at this time of year it had to be Christmas themed. Chapter 4 of Your Love Gets Sweeter Everyday will be up on Saturday FYI.

Anything small & italic is a flashback to the meddling.

Life in the Avengers tower was finally calming down for the Christmas break, it always surprised you that world ending threats typically had a shut down period allowing you some time off, kind of considerate if you think about it. Your fellow team members were your family, you were all each other had so typically your festive period would be spent in New York, surrounded by Tony’s ostentatious decorations, ridiculous parties & most importantly the love of your life Bucky Barnes.

Except he didn’t know he was the love of your life, you had been pining for him for years, he was an absolute flirt with you at times, especially when he had some of Thor’s Asgardian ale, so you forever got your hopes up just to have them dashed each time. It hurt & would inevitably lead to an intervention from Natasha & Wanda, they would beg you to make the move, put yourself out there for him to take but you couldn’t face the idea of rejection & ruining a great friendship you had built.

Your lazy morning lounging around the living area had been rudely interrupted by a far too perky Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson after their 10 mile run in the freezing cold, you had practically become one with Bucky on the sofa trying to steal some of his body heat having refused to put more appropriate clothing on, your cotton pj shorts & hoodie were too comfy to swap so you just attached yourself to him as you watched TV.

Slowly the other team members filtered in to join you, all rolling their eyes seeing their desperately in love friends snuggling on the sofa living in denial that the other felt the same, suffering through the sickeningly sweet way you would treat each other, Tony was constantly on the brink of just shouting it out loud for you both to hear, admit your feelings & stop this charade. 

After a vomit inducing tickle fight during the commercial break with you constantly telling him you were too cold Bucky threw you over his shoulder & declared that you could watch the movie together in bed where it was warm, leaving the other Avengers shaking their heads at the pair of you yet again ditching them to be alone.

When the coast was clear Tony let out a big sigh pinching the bridge of his nose, ‘ok I’m just going to say the thing I shouldn’t say.’

‘Tony’ Steve warned, sensing he was about to say something reckless involving his best friend & the girl he was hopelessly in love with. 

‘No Capsical, anyone else absolutely sick of them tip toeing around each other?’

‘Absolutely yes, I swear if he flirts with her one more time & wimps out of asking her out I’m going to the press to tell them in detail what a pussy the winter solider is.’ Wanda declared.

‘Well, the bet we had going was only fun for the 1st year & seen as everyone timed out, I think it’s about time we do some meddling to get those idiots together.’ 

‘They’ll get together when they’re ready Stark.’ Steve was ever the optimist which frustrated Tony no end sometimes, he was sure Bucky would eventually confess how he felt, with what he had been through it was totally understandable to be hesitant & he didn’t want to push his best friend too much. 

‘No Rogers, they’re wasting time & they will regret the chances missed if they’re not careful.’

‘So how do we play this?’ Natasha was all in, she was the one that had to deal with you moping around when you got down about being in love with someone who you didn’t think felt the same, so if a bit of matchmaking got you everything you had ever wanted she was ready to meddle.

Tony drummed his fingers on his chin like he didn’t already have a plan in place, ‘I’m betting tin man is the jealous type?’.

Sam nodded, ‘Bingo, he once threatened me once because I helped her get a mug down from a shelf instead of him.’

‘Wow, ok jealously we can do, anything else?’

‘They need to be alone; we disturb them all the time & he hates it, that’s why he just runs off with her.’ Everyone looked at Wanda puzzled as to why Bucky would share that information with her. ‘What? He has very loud thoughts sometimes.’

‘Ok ok, my brain is concocting some things, keep going.’

You felt sick, dread, a tidal wave of unease at the situation you found yourself in, singles night at the tower was apparently a genius idea by the not so single Tony Stark, agents & avengers paddling in the dating pool with each other, that meant you were being forced to socialise with people’s who’s names you definitely forgot & worse still Bucky would be inundated with pretty women throwing themselves at him & you would have to sit & watch. 

Tony had declared himself the host, allegedly come up with an indisputable personality algorithm that would match you with people on your frequency & then the compatible pairs have 10 minute dates, all whilst enjoying the finest Christmas cocktails & festive music. The idea that the Avengers sat down & the agents were the ones being herded around gave you a major ick & you tried to get out of it several times from the moment of inception but here you were, sat down waiting for the 1st round hoping it would be over & done with sooner than later. 

‘How to get tin man jealous in one simple step, well several & lots of planning by yours truly. Gather round children & listen to a genius at work.’

Nat couldn’t help an eyeroll, ‘So modest.’

‘I know, tis the season of goodwill so how about a little gathering & I host a Love Train speed dating night, I’ll send round some personality tests & match avengers with agents after passing this with HR so we’re not violating anything of course.’

‘How is setting them up with other people going to bring them together Mr Stark?’ Tony clutched his chest & scrunched his face at the naivety of the young Avenger.

‘Oh Peter my dear child, we don’t pair them with their actual matches, we pick the worst ones so they have a miserable time & instead of one guy, Barnes can freak out over the fact he has 10 people to compete with. Whaddya say kids, who’s up for some flirting with a martini for true love?’

‘I told you I’m not getting involved Tony.’ Steve’s blank expression hadn’t changed at the ridiculous suggestion from the so called genius.

‘How about I invite that brunette you ogle at every training exercise Rogers, Lorenza is it?’ His raised eyebrows irritated the Super Solider no end, but he wasn’t about to turn down that invitation.

‘Fine I’ll participate in the dates but that’s it. I don’t want the blame when this all blows up on your face.’

‘It won’t, who knows if she’ll even get to the 2nd date. He’ll probably just throw her over his shoulder & march off with her.’

Steve pondered the thought for a moment crossing his arms over his chest, ‘Well don’t come crying to me when he does & still doesn’t say anything to her.’

Well Phil or was it Paul? No Phil was fine, a bit plain & boring, it made you think that this was your ‘frequency’ the way Tony kept bigging up his personality test bullshit, hold up, were you boring? No, no, it must have been a glitch, was he 6ft, broad, dark haired & blue eyed? No, so therefore wasn’t your type, he didn’t stare once not even a glare, ugh, so once he had left the table you added a cross to his box. Next.

By round 5 you started to believe you must be the worst person in the world, you & Bucky had spent the night exchanging looks, silently communicating the absolute torture of the night, everyone else looked like they were having a blast typically. You quickly downed your drink ready for the next guy, hoping to God this one could hold a conversation, so you didn’t have to do all the work, 10 minutes was a surprisingly long time.

‘That bad darlin’?’

You looked up at the man sat directly in front of you, of course you hadn’t heard him sit down, he moved like a ghost sometimes, your face lit up & for the first time that night you smiled.

‘Bucky, what are you doing?’

‘Looks like I’m number 6 on your list.’ He made a show out of crossing out whoever was on his list & replacing it with your name & gestured you to do the same as you giggled at how silly he was being. Of course that 10 minutes flew by, you were lost in each other talking about the usual nonsense you always did & when the inevitable bell sounded your shoulders hunched & you stuck your lip out in protest, before you knew it a vibranium thumb was releasing your pout & you were stuck in his gaze wanting him to lean in, to just sweep you off your feet & not have to endure anymore of this nonsense.

A not-so-subtle cough from suitor number 7 sounded next to you & you gave him a scowl even the Winter Solider would have been proud of, Bucky released your face & stood up, squaring up to the agent who cowered under the intense scrutiny the solider studied him with. 

Bucky leant down to your ear, ‘Say the word Doll & I’ll throw you over my shoulder & we can get out of here.’

You giggled shaking your head whispering back ‘it would be rude, come get me after number 10.’

‘I’ll be counting down the minutes flower.’ 

He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek & headed back to his table where Becki from the sniper team was sitting, ugh they had things in common, damn algorithm.

The night finally wrapped up when Tony gathered the team, in typical Bucky fashion he had scooped you up on the final bell, you had barely finished the cross next to the absolute misogynist you had just endured 10 minutes with before he picked you up from your chair, he deposited the forms with the smug host & took you for some one-on-one time.

 ‘Great work team, that was a complete success.’ Tony brushed his hands off like everything was taken care of, Nat, Thor & Sam weren’t seeing things quite in the same light.

‘They were constantly staring at each other, ignoring their dates & then Bucky threatened one of her matches & took his place’, Steve boasted knowing this plan wouldn’t work.

‘Hmm & I so happen to know that they only ticked each other, no one else.’ He wafted the score cards in the air for effect. ‘I swear to god these two are going to give me an aneurism with how sweet they are on each other.’

‘So, it was a complete fail.’ Sam added.

‘Absolutely not, I’m percolating & concocting as I speak.’ He wiggled his eye brows as the next stage of getting you both together came to him, ‘All’s fair & love & war, right?’

The next morning you walked into the kitchen noticing a few of your friends were attempting to soothe a hangover, you felt fresh as a daisy with Bucky cutting your night short, you ended up walking around the grounds of the compound together sharing stories of the evening, particularly getting caught up with Steve’s interest in one of the agents who seemed equally infatuated with him.

‘Hear ye hear ye, the results are in of the Avengers love train singles night, the numbers have been counted & verified & ladies, gentlemen, Super Soldiers & Gods we have a winner.’

You could see Nat wince at how boisterous & loud he was being, you threw him a bone though & took the bait, ‘How is there a winner?’

‘There’s always a winner dear child & you girl are IT. You officially got the most numbers hot stuff, enjoy your gift card to the Olive Garden for being the most prestigious bachelorette in the building.’

‘Eww please don’t call me hot stuff … & seriously, more than Nat?’

Bucky’s jaw felt like it was going to crumble he was clenching his teeth so intensely, Steve tried to offer a sympathetic smile to his old friend, but it didn’t stop Bucky’s pulse from racing, his stomach bile from rising & the potential bottom lip from trembling at the thought of him losing you to some random agent.

‘And don’t think I didn’t see you two getting your 10 minutes in, that one was null & void.’

He threw the envelope of the potential suitors to you along with the gift card, you leant over to your super soldier wiggling the gift card & whispered ‘Fancy dinner on Tony?’ 

‘I heard that.’

‘I meant you to.’

Without hesitation he threw you over his shoulder & marched you out the room so you could get ready for dinner.

‘Well, that was another utter failure & why is he always carrying her places?’ Scott was now officially Team Iron man in getting you two together, his plan for a love heist had been benched for now after Tony heard his pitch & tried not to laugh at how ridiculous it was. Shrinking yourself down & acting as a devil on the shoulder constantly telling him to ‘kiss the girl’ was not a heist, it was a scene directly out of The Little Mermaid.

‘Did you not see him? An absolute success. That will fester I guarantee it.’ Tony sat drumming his fingers against themselves like some sort of stereotypical evil mastermind. ’On to part two of my plan.’

You couldn’t believe it, a week before Christmas & you were assigned a mission, a mission in the freezing cold tundra, a dead end & a never ending search for a safe house. Thankfully you were paired with Bucky, his survival skills made up for your lack of wilderness exploring experience, you were trying not to moan too much, but you were so fucking cold, your skin stung like it was being repeatedly stabbed with needles & the boredom had kicked in miles ago, you were on the verge of doing a slut drop into the fresh powdery snow for some entertainment. 

‘Bucky I’m so booorrrreddd.’ You whined. 

‘Not far Doll I promise, then we can get you warm.’

‘How far? & hold up, how did you know I’m cold.’

‘A couple of miles, & I’m cold so I figured Miss ‘I’m freezing’ stood in a desert must be a solid ice block by now.’ He chuckled at the memory & how much he appreciated your cold body pressing against his in the middle of a sand dune.

‘The wind was chillyyyy.’ You wined; they wouldn’t ever let that go.

‘Only to you Darlin’. What can I do to make you unbored?’

‘Dunno, can’t play I spy, hmmm how about we talk. Done all your Christmas shopping?’

‘Almost, one left to get. You?’

‘Yes. I do mine all through the year, I see something & think hmm that’s something Bucky would want & I buy it.’ You seemed to find a lot more things for him though so your backlog of gifts for him sat in your closet, wrapped & waiting for any occasion to give him one. He always laughed when you celebrated even the most miniscule achievement, ‘you didn’t threaten Sam today, here’s a gift.’, ‘Oh you smiled at a pedestrian instead of scowling, here’s a gift.’.

‘But what about the secret Santa?’

‘I prepare in advance & have a list of what I would get everyone, then once I know the name I go get it.’

‘Who’d ya get?’

‘Not telling you.’ You shook your head & crossed your arms defiantly, he may have been a trained assassin, but you could outsmart his interrogation if you needed to. 

‘Come onnnn.’

‘No, it’s secret Santa, not tell your bestie Santa.’

‘Hmmm, I’ll get it out of ya before we get back to New York darlin’.’

‘Good luck.’

‘Speaking of which, did you get any luck from the singles night?’

You wondered why he had asked it, you never mentioned dating to each other, you wanted to keep your head buried in the sand regarding his love life & you figured he didn’t really care about yours or lack thereof. Tony had given your number to a select few agents who scored the highest with you & you had been texting them which was a nice distraction from your pining for the 6ft Super Solider currently acting as your windbreaker against the frigid air but there was nothing to it, you wouldn’t ever see them outside of work.

‘Well, as you know I was the champion.’ 

‘Of course you were.’ He practically sighed out the sentence.

‘Well I’ve been texting a couple of the matches, Toni gave my number to the ones that seemed semi-normal.’

‘Oh.’

He regretted asking the second it left his lips, but he’d been losing sleep since Tony gave you the envelope, wondering if he lost his chance, but when Tony specifically mentioned that his date with you was null & void he had hoped you’d put a tick next to his name. He wanted to throw up because now he got his answer, you weren’t interested, never would be, he knew it, Steve almost convinced him you were into him but why would someone with as much going for them as you choose a 106 year old broken ex-brainwashed assassin.

The cabin was finally within touching distant, Bucky had been pretty silent after he picked up the pace, you tried pulling some kind of conversation out of him, but he wasn’t being very forthcoming, so you decided to conserve your energy & just focus on getting to the safe house. 

Your feet were numb, your fingers were hurting from being so cold, you were chilled to the bone & your teeth uncontrollably chattering. Bucky was constantly checking over his shoulder on you, he knew he had to get you some shelter & warmth, he was trying not to get mad at you, he had absolutely no reason to, but it hurt & right now being alone with you would be too much, to have everything he wanted be so close, but always out of reach felt cruel. Why did he have to ask? He was looking forward to having some one-on-one time with you, he always got so annoyed when the others insisting on crashing your movie nights or when you made him dinner after missions away, he would always end up just picking you up & running off with you to have you to himself.

Your limbs felt like lead when you stumbled up the stairs & they quickly gave way underneath you & you braced yourself ready to hit the deck only to be caught by a warm pair of Super Solider arms.

‘Fuck, you’re blue darlin’, why didn’t you tell me you were this cold?’

Bucky was desperate to open the cabin, he stopped short of kicking the door in when the latch finally gave way, he didn’t know how the fuck the technology worked in the place to put the heating on, but he could start a fire. He sat you on the dust covered sofa & quickly stripped off his jacket wrapping it around you, holding your frozen fingers to his mouth & blowing firmly on them to heat you up.

‘You stay here, I’m going to see if there’s any blankets in the bedrooms that I can grab for you.’

You nodded, teeth still chattering as you struggled to speak as Bucky darted in & out behind doors, he finally found the bedroom.

‘You’ve got to be fucking kiddin’ me.’

One bed.

‘Honestly, I should be an evil mastermind, I don’t know how I think these things up I really don’t, quick someone go & get Alpine, so I can pet him & go through part two.’

‘Just get on with it T.’ Bruce pleaded at this point, he had no idea why he was getting involved in all this, like Steve he thought you guys would get together in your own time.

‘So the jealousy is taken care of, that will eat away at Barnes, so how about we sort out some alone time? I’m thinking abandoned hydra base with some critical intel planted in the computer, log cabin safe house, a short trek through a snowy ravine. Oh, maybe when they arrive there’s no heat & they have to warm each other up.’ 

‘You’re not turning the heating off if there’s snow on the ground Tony.’

‘A bit of mild hypothermia won’t kill them Cap.’

‘Absolutely not Tony, Buck will be fine, she will not.’ Steve very firmly stated resulting nothing but an eye roll from the eccentric billionaire.

‘I swore Bucky took her to burning man once & she wore a coat. Keeping her in the freezing cold intentionally would be like torture.’ Sam warned, yes, he wanted you both together, but Tony’s plans were getting out of control.

‘That’s kinda my point, she’ll be freezing & he’ll be the human hot water bottle needed to warm her up. Oh & guess what, there’s only one bed.’

Nat shook her head grimacing at how Tony’s mind worked, ‘You’ve been reading too many romance novels.’

‘Absolute classic trope & yes, I enjoy fingering through Ms Potts bedtime novels on occasion.’

Sam looked horrified, ‘Eww come on dude.’ 

‘It’s true, look, what is Bucky an expert in? … apart from scowling? Surviving. I’m pretty sure he spent 50 years in Russia, so he knows how to efficiently heat someone up.’ He wiggled his eyes at Natasha knowing she also obtained these crucial survival skills during her time as a black widow.

‘Oh god Tony, no, she will be mortified.’ As the red head shook her head once more Tony was nodding enthusiastically with a smug grin on his face.

Looking completely lost in what was being implied Scott perked up ‘What, what did I miss?’ 

Nat sighed, hoping you didn’t have to resort to this if Tony had the gall to set you up, ‘The quickest way to heat someone up safely is skin to skin contact so they’ll have to strip down & cuddle up against each other mostly naked.’

‘Hey presto, there’s a hot rod waiting for entry. Nat, you’re in charge of packing her most scandalous underwear.’

‘That’s it, too far.’ Steve stormed out.

Tony rolled his eyes at the Super Soldier’s dramatics, ‘Such a prude. She’ll thank me when she’s hanging off the grumpy guys arm.’

‘I’m so glad you said arm.’

Bucky had been frantically searching for any kind of heat source to help heat you up, the fire he had started was just beginning to take hold, but you were still ice cold & lethargic.

‘Not long til we get you warm darlin’, Just think of the time I bundled ya in 4 duvets wrapped up like a little burrito & Alpine was ticklin’ ya feet.’ He rubbed his hands up & down your arms trying to generate some friction as you managed a smile at the memory.

‘K.’ You could feel yourself shutting down, everything was numb, but it was like your brain was working in slow motion.

Bucky suddenly appeared in your vision, ‘Sweetheart you’re going to have to get close to me, so my body heat will help regulate your temperature.’

You nodded holding out your arms, ‘k’.

‘No darlin, really close. I mean skin on skin, we’re both going to have to strip down & lay in front of the fire to get you warm as soon as possible.’

Bucky could see you slowly processing what he meant, you were trying to wrap your head around the idea of seeing Bucky practically naked & for him to see you, thank the Gods for Natasha insisting you pack nice underwear just in case anything happened & you needed cutting out your suit. That woman thought of every eventuality known to man.

Your fingers were trembling as you attempted to unzip your coat, he could see you struggling, ‘here let me sweetheart.’ Bucky let out breath, when he imagined stripping you of your clothes it was always under different circumstances, in one swift motion he unzipped you & began to remove your clothes making sure to keep his eyes on your face.

He worked quickly to strip himself & put down some cushions in front of the fire, before removing the last of your layers, he manoeuvred you to the makeshift bed careful to not look, stubbing his toe in the process. You giggled at how respectful he was being, you can’t say you hadn’t had a cheeky glance at him, you couldn’t be blamed with him being all muscle & vibranium stood in his scandalously small black boxers & it certainly helped in increasing your body temperature, ‘Y … You can look Buck.’ 

You watched as his gaze slowly moved down your body, he gulped trying not to look as desperate as he was feeling & prayed to everything holy that he didn’t get hard, but as he pulled you down on top of him he knew that prayer wasn’t going to be answered. He felt you breathe a sigh of relief as he covered you with the two coats & wrapped his arms around you, tucking yourself into the crook of his neck. 

Experiencing Bucky’s surprisingly soft skin against yours was so comforting, it was something you had both done clothed many times before, but this time it felt so different, so intimate & everything you had been imagining when you allowed yourself to dream of waking up in his arms every day.

The feeling was finally coming back in your limbs & with it, a mild tingling which had you wriggling in his arms, trying to rid yourself of the pins & needles plaguing you. You definitely felt it, you knew he had registered the contact when he suddenly took a sharp intake of air, you wanted to read into this; that he wanted you, there were many times you had been in this position & he never showed any signs of anything in that region, but it was there plain as day. It would be so easy to kiss him, to finally have what you’ve been pining for, but you were so fed up of being disappointed you had to rationalise it as the lack of clothes & rubbing, just biology, nothing more.

He whispered under his breath ‘sorry’ mortified that you felt his arousal, he was always so good at deflecting your attention when you made him hard.

‘It’s ok.’ You placed a kiss on his skin landing right on his collarbone. 

His eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his lips on his neck, he wanted to flip you over & cover you in them, ‘Not helping Darlin.’

‘Sorry.’ You giggled wanting to do it again, to see how long he’d have it, you wanted to feel every inch of him pressed against you.

‘I forgot to tell ya sweetheart, I found the bedroom, but we’ll have to share.’

‘Hmm.’

‘Once we’re warm we’ll settle in for the night.’

You tried to keep your smile hidden at the thought of waking up with him, you may have watched movies cuddled up in bed, but you never stopped the night in each other’s rooms, this was definitely a first.

You woke to a smiley content Super Solider looking at you, if you let yourself get carried away you would have thought it was a look of love, but he probably was just glad you made it through the night, with his furnace like body glued to you there wasn’t a chance you’d freeze. He had spent an hour watching you sleep, you looked like an angel in his arms, the heating had somehow turned on by itself & even though he knew you’d be warm he couldn’t bear to let you go, if this was the only time this happened he was determined to memorise every second.

Christmas Eve was always a special night in the tower filled with traditions, you would always have an over the top meal prepared by Tony’s chef accompanied by Wanda’s famously delicious eggnog, once you were all suitably merry you would play pool & darts, which Bucky & Clint naturally excelled in, you did not. Then it would be time for Secret Santa followed by a Christmas movie, you were so excited to get Bucky this year, when you pulled his name out of the hat you almost squealed knowing how many gifts you could give him.

‘Ok, so the speed dating & the Cabin didn’t yield the results as quickly as anticipated.’ Tony declared disappointed, he had fully expected the Super Soldier to be carrying you down the Quinjet’s ramp declaring your love for one another, instead he was greeted by a pissed off Bucky interrogating him as to why the Cabin’s heating was broken & something about you nearly losing a finger.

‘They were a total failure & you almost gave her pneumonia.’ 

‘You best not be Team Cap now Lang.’

‘Absolutely not Iron Man.’ Scott reassured with a thumbs up.

‘Good thing I already anticipated these two being as stubborn as mules, so my final play is going to be Secret Santa.’

Scott completely misinterpreting his suggestion couldn’t help commenting, ‘She sits on his lap all the time so I don’t think him pretending to be Santa & asking her if she’s been naughty will do the trick.’

Somehow Natasha was seeing the funny side of all these ridiculous ploys, ‘You know she’d say she’s been a bad girl.’

‘No, eww no … but you’re right.’

Nat raised her brow with a smirk.

‘We rig it, she picks him, he picks her & then we swap out the gifts before they open them.’ Tony stated like it was as simple as that.

‘What do we swap them to?’

‘Maybe a note that says I am in love with you?’, not his finest idea but he was running low at this point.

‘They’re not in kindergarten, how about we really set them up, one of us talks to each of them & get them to confess their feelings, we record it & it plays when they open the gift.’

Tony’s eyes were wide at the former Spy, ‘That is an absolute invasion of their privacy … & genius.’

‘I’ll talk to her.’ Nat

‘I’ve got him’ Sam

You had just finished a game of round the clock on the dart board, as per usual you were last even with Bucky helping, you didn’t see the eye rolls from the team when he was pressed up against you whispering in your ears with his hands on you, guiding you into the perfect shot that you fluffed each time being so utterly flustered by him.

You all crammed in the lounge area, every available chair occupied by an Avenger, you opted to sit on the floor between Bucky’s legs as Tony distributed the secret Santa gifts. You wanted to look back at Bucky to see his reaction, so you twisted yourself around, you his gift wasn’t the one you wrapped, but before you could say anything Tony declared ‘3,2,1 OPEN’ & everyone followed the order.

You removed the paper eager to work out who chose your name from whatever you received, you were usually fairly astute in guessing, in a modern sleek frame sat Bucky’s speed dating card, all names crossed out except one tick next to your name that he scribbled down. You smiled, running your fingers across the glass, wondering who gave it you. At the same time Bucky had opened your framed card, all names crossed out except his along with a couple of heart doodles, a warm smile burst on his face, he knew you ticked him from the way Tony said it was null & void. He decided one way or another he was going to put his cards on the table tonight & see how you felt, he had already planned on doing it with another gift, but this cemented it in his head, surely this was a sign but maybe you were just being you, of course you’d tick him over the others the way you described them. He was so torn on what to do.

Before you all settled down for the film you needed a quick bathroom break after all Wanda’s Eggnog, ‘I’m just going to the ladies, be right back.’ You pushed yourself off the floor & headed out the door.

Steve immediately sat at Bucky’s side whilst Tony & ‘Team Iron Man’ gathered in the corner fuming that neither of you pressed the play button on the frame to hear each other’s confession, whisper yelling at each other about making the frames auto play. 

‘You need to tell her Buck.’

‘She’s talking to other guys from the speed dating night Steve, I told you she’s not interested.’

‘She isn’t talking to anyone, she was being polite & messaged them back after Tony gave her number out but that’s it.’ He had asked you about it after Bucky destroyed four punching bags when you arrived back from the mission.

‘But what if she says no & I ruin our friendship?’

‘It wont. Look, what if someone comes along & you lose her? Do you really want to spend the rest of your life wondering what she would have said? Just go find her & tell her.’

Steve left him contemplating, he could hear whispering, but it didn’t really pay it attention with the possibility of laying his heart out on a plate for you, his feet were moving before his mind gave him chance to think & he followed in the direction of where you would be.

You found Bucky mid thought pacing outside the bathroom, clearly lost somewhere in his head & you startled him as you spoke.

‘You ok honey?’

This was it, he had to say something.

‘Yeah, sure, erm, can I talk to you?’

‘Sure.’

He gently moved you to one side & you could see how nervous he was looking, your eyes darting around his face trying to find some clue on why he was acting so shifty, so nervous almost & then you spotted it.

Mistletoe, hung right above your head & your breath caught making Bucky’s eyes travel up to see what you were looking at. 

This was it.

You turned your cheek & pointed to it ready for him to give you a peck, that was usually what happened when you were both caught under some, you realised after the first disappointment that he was too much of a gentleman to kiss you on the lips.

His hands cupped your face & he gently turned your face to look at him, his eyes darting around your face, focusing on your lips, before pulling you closer & pressing his mouth to yours, you wanted to cry, this was everything you ever wanted but you knew would be ripped away a moment later. 

Bucky only pressed further, harder until you mouth parted & he deepened the kiss, one arm moved around your waist so your bodies were joined, you followed his lead wrapping your arms around him holding him as close as you could, fearing he could disappear from your grasp any moment.

When he pulled away for air your lips followed him, but he didn’t waste a single moment staring into your eyes & finally telling you how he felt, ‘I love you.’ 

With that he took your breath away entirely, you were sure this was a dream, maybe you were still in that cabin, your body & mind shutting down & this was your comforting final moments dreaming of words you had waited so long to hear, they were all you needed to die happy. 

He could see you lost, from the way you kissed him he knew his feelings were reciprocated so he just needed you mind to catch up with him, those familiar crystal blue eyes met yours, your sob came next & finally you jumped up in his arms, tears streaming down your face with a smile he wouldn’t ever forget.

‘I love you too Bucky, so so much.’ He held you around him & your lips met again, hungrier than the first, hands exploring each other’s bodies as he pushed you against the nearest wall, trying to control himself as much as he could.

Steve & Tony watched as you & Bucky finally confessed to each other how you felt, once it got a little heated they decided to give you some privacy & headed back to the others.

‘I didn’t even get mistletoe. Pepper said it’s a sexual harassment lawsuit waiting to happen so banned it.’

Steve looked at the puzzled hero somewhat smugly ‘hmm must be some kind of Christmas miracle’

He stopped in his tracks pointing an accusing finger at the blonde Super Solider, ‘Hold on, you did this? You said you weren’t going to meddle.’

‘I didn’t meddle, I just strategically put up some flowers, they stood under them.’

‘It’s mistletoe dude, you have to kiss it’s the law.’

 ‘Maybe, but I hoped that it would get them to act on their feelings instead of it being a throw away kiss.’

‘You sneaky son of a … they’ll name their first kid after you now instead of me, all the effort I went to as well. Unbelievable.’

You both returned to the lounge hand in hand, having been clearly sharing some intense kisses from swollen red lips you were both sporting so inebriated with each other you didn’t even notice all the eyes glued to you.

‘What the hell guys, we missed it?’

Tony & Steve smugly sat watching the realisation from each of your friends that you were finally on the same page as you both stood smiling like fools in love, Bucky couldn’t resist kissing you in between answering the questions you were being bombarded with how exactly it happened.

Sam was the first one to react, ‘Mistletoe, that’s seriously all it took?’ He was practically beside himself laughing, ‘So all Tony’s matchmaking shit was a waste of time?’

You both turned to him somewhat confused, ‘What do you mean matchmaking?’

A/N: Is everyone (who is celebrating) ready for Christmas, I've bought all the gifts but not in the Christmas spirit at all, watching Christmas with the Kranks to try & make me feel any kind of festive!

[lovelybarnes]

meeting cats- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader warnings: creepy date, some angst, rejection, ghosting, sad reader, duck the dog is not a warning but i want to let you guys know duck the dog is in this one about: requested!! Could you write something kinda angsty, bucky is occupied but reader thinks he ghosted her. maybe he has a dramatic reentry like he sees her at a bar on a new date or somethin a/n: this is called ghosted in my files but i decided fuck it and called it what it was

the click of your door as it locks seems to echo the one that settles in you, a comforting sort of satisfaction blanketing your warm shoulders, blurring the sharp lens with which you live; it makes edges kinder and worries fall away. a deep sigh escapes your lips, eyes squeezing shut as your lips bite back an even wider grin than the one you sport now.

your lips still tingle from the kiss your date had pressed against your lips, head in a daze as you bring a predictable finger up as if you would feel the prickling through the pad of your index. your lips pull into the curve you tried to help, teeth sinking into the skin of your fingers as you let yourself sink into the sweet honey of your excitement.

your dog cocks his head at you from his bed in the living room, murmuring a soft aroo in question, as if asking you what was wrong.

“oh, duck,” you whine, pulling yourself away from your door, eyes opening again as a shaky breath leaves you. “i think i’ve met him. i know i’m going to sound insane after a few dates—” duck blinks at you and pushes a small whimper past his throat. “but oh my god, he’s wonderful.”

duck finally hops off of his bed to bound up to you, stretching before pawing at your leg as you fill up a glass of water.

“he’s funny and sweet and kind and so beautiful,” you ramble, bending down to pick up your dog. “he makes me shy but not in that unpleasant ‘i can’t breathe or speak in front of him’ way. he held my hand and brushed away the hair from my eyes and told me i looked beautiful, and—” you pause, carrying duck over to the dining room table, hoisting him up as you point at the flowers in a vase.

“he got me flowers. my favorite, somehow, and told me they were from this flower shop he goes to every week when he gets a bouquet for the animal shelter.”

duck aroos in approval.

“i know,” you exclaim exasperatedly, hugging him close to your chest. “and he has a cat. and he talks to her too. he said she approved of me because she bonks his hand and purrs when he says my name now. how does this man exist?” you ask, bouncing gently on your feet.

duck’s ears flop. “i know it’s too soon but we’ve been on three dates and they’ve all been magical and he called me ‘his girl’ today. i blacked out for a moment, i think.”

duck nuzzles his head against your shoulder, comforting you.

“i really like him, duck,” you admit in a terrified whisper, meeting his large eyes. “oh, shit.”

-

your nail rests between your lips, teeth grazing at it in frustration as you glare at your phone innocently lying on your dining table. duck nudges your hand with his nose with a sad little huff.

“he hasn’t called,” you whisper. “why hasn’t he called? it’s been almost five days now.”

swallowing, you lower your eyes to your lap, beginning to rub circles into duck’s temples.

“he said he’d call. he told me he couldn’t wait to hear my voice again while i was standing right there.”

there’s a burn in your eyes that makes your lids flutter, the movements of your fingers faltering in your disappointment. “i’m so stupid,” you groan sadly, bottom lip jutting out. you scan the unread messages you’d sent him over the last few days.

“did i send him too many messages? i only messaged him twice…” you contemplate. “what did i do wrong?”

your mind runs over the events of the best dates you’d ever had, scrutinizing the way you smiled—too wide?—and laughed—too loud?—even doubting the lame puns he’d laughed at anyway.

“maybe it’s work,” you reason with yourself, fiddling with your nails. you stop suddenly. “he does work—” you pause when you realize your defense is something you’ve made up. “i don’t know what he does.” duck cocks his head at you. “i assumed… he kept mentioning the shelter and how his favorite subjects were math and science when i asked, but he never…”

duck coos, nudging you with his nose.

you blink as realization crashes into you. “i don’t know anything about him. i don’t know what he does or if he even has friends because he keeps referring to ‘stevie ‘as was, and he avoided family questions, and…” you drift off, face hot as it falls into your hands. “he could be a serial killer and i would have no idea… what did we even talk about?”

you poke around in your brain for helpful information, but the only thing there are the sweet childhood stories he’d confessed through laughter and kind eyes, mumbles of stevie through a frustrated shake of his head, and the antics of his cat explained through smiles. you come up with a few other names and recall his mother’s apple pie recipe and beloved garden, but no workplace or job, not even a last name or an i live around here.

“this is so embarrassing,” you groan. “was he not sure about me during our first dates and was this one just the dealbreaker?” you wonder aloud, shame prickling at your skin. the saccharine high you were still riding from your date becomes sour, and as you remember the dates, the moments that you’d fawned over become overexposed, concentrating on the smudge of your eyeliner and the crinkles of the dress you’d fallen in love with, the stray hairs you’d dedicated time to setting in a specific place suddenly too messy, bucky’s laughter tinged faked, the pull of his smile strained.

the truth of your dates smears enough that you can’t tell it apart from what you’d made up, and you glance at your phone again, excitement curdling as you eye bucky’s contact name.

“two days?” you ask duck, finding his large eyes already on you sympathetically. your lips push up at him, your hands cupping his little face. “two more days and then he’s for sure ghosting me,” you confirm, kissing duck’s head.

you sigh softly, nuzzling your face against his fur. “i really hope he messages back,” you mumble, observing the already wilting flowers bucky had gifted you. the vibrant colors have dulled in the days, petals surrounding your vase. “please don’t be ghosting me,” you beg quietly.

your phone vibrates, and chagrin pricks your nose at the excitement with which you check if it’s bucky. your friend’s offer to go out tomorrow stares back, disappearing after a few seconds and leaving only yours and bucky’s conversation—or, really, your unread messages underneath yours and bucky’s conversations. 

you push your tongue against your cheek, nails tapping gently on your phone. “two days and one more text,” you decide.

-

you’ve never been ghosted before.

or, more accurately, you had never been ghosted before. but you suppose it’s a ritual, although you wish it hadn’t been by the one guy you can’t seem to stop thinking about.

you sent him two text messages.

the first had been typed and sent in a frenzy of drunk panic where your brain had convinced you he was near death in a hospital somewhere and you’d sloppily composed can you please just tell me if you’re okay? i’m getting worried. and sent it out.

no response, but the gray read underneath it did said enough.

then, an okay lol composed in your embarrassed daze, sure he’d blocked you already. it was a weak attempt at another chance that you didn’t want to admit you were dying to give him, desperate for him to take it.

sent still reads underneath it, and you heave a sigh, rubbing your eyes. “wonderful,” you mumble.

you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and remember your glittery buzzing when you would get ready for your dates with bucky, your excitedly nervous smile as you winked at yourself and admitted that you were looking forward to seeing him again.

you straighten your shoulders and raise your chin, taking a deep breath.

“don’t be pathetic,” you instruct. you groan loudly and slap your cheeks. “don’t be dramatic.”

you dive for your phone when it lights up with a message, only to come up disappointed when you realize it’s one of your friends, boasting about a man she met at her job and insisting on how much you had to meet him.

your fingers have acted in muscle memory and typed out a refusal before you can think twice, but your eyes meet your reflection in the mirror just before you press send, nose raising, face hardening. you delete the message and decide that if bucky doesn’t want you, you don’t want him either.

your friend schedules your date for tomorrow and you sigh, already beginning to feel the regret trickling in as you remember the awkwardness of first dates, trying to not let the amount of time it took you to find someone as easy to be with as bucky get to you. your eyes drift to the wilted flowers on your counter—new ones, a few colorful ones that you bought yourself in effort of cheering both you and your apartment up, but they’re enough to remind you of the ones from bucky that you’d thrown away.

you square your shoulders and remind yourself that the messages you’d sent bucky still sit in his inbox, unanswered.

huffing at his imagined offense, you move to pick out your outfit for tomorrow.

-

it only takes you three minutes of nodding weakly at the egotistical ramblings of your blind date for you to wish you’d never agreed to it.

too long of your life in, and it’s frustrating to realize exactly how much you’d liked bucky. he’s there, behind your date’s shoulder, behind the bar—everywhere—cocking his head and raising an eyebrow at you as if to say him?

yes, him, you want to snap. and then maybe you want to kiss him.

you can’t help but think back to the dates you’d had with bucky, compare the place you’re in and the flowers that this date apparently thinks ridiculous. you begin to mold your boredom into angry words that you’ll send your friend after this date is over, and then eye the clock, trying to convince yourself that this man cannot possibly talk about himself for that much longer.

the universe is determined to make your love life as miserable as possible, though, and you discover that he can.

quietly, fired up from the leftover frustration, your brain curses bucky.

you don’t bother to hold back a grimace once your date moves on to his spectacular ex-fiance, only continuing to sip your water, regretting it wasn’t something stronger.

bleary-eyed now, you skim over a familiar chiseled face behind your date, but your eyes snap back immediately when you realize who those defined features belong to.

blue crinkles in excitement when it meets your eye, beginning to take confident strides toward you, only for eyebrows to pinch in confusion as he eyes the situation. 

bucky stutters to a halt in the middle of the bar as he takes in the drink in your hand and the man in front of you, whose fingers begin to inch toward your thigh suggestively.

“oh no,” you whisper, lips parting gently as you look at anything but bucky. you can’t help but think how unfair it is that the moment you try to move on, the reason for your attempt walks right in and gazes up at you with the most innocently confused eyes you’d seen.

your date doesn’t notice your troubles, which makes the hand crawling up your leg all the more acrid. you clench your jaw and stop him with a thin smile, not noticing as bucky shakes himself out of it.

“i don’t think this is going to work out,” you push through clenched teeth as your date takes your rejection as encouragement, squeezing your thigh sharply. “please don’t touch me.”

“c’mon, just a good time, then?” he offers, leaning closer.

you back up. “no thanks.”

his eyes catch on something behind you, brows joining as he follows something that drapes heavily on your shoulders. you want to be startled, but the smell of bucky snaps something familiar in you, urging you to relax into the crook of bucky’s arm before you can be startled that you can recognize him without turning to look at him.

“there a problem here?” he asks.

“no,” your date—you’re sure he had a name—answers curtly. “at least not until you showed up. we’re on a date here, buddy.”

bucky purses his lips. “i don’t think you have a date with my girlfriend, pal.” his arm brings you closer, glinting in the light. your date—mark!—catches sight of it and stammers, eyes flickering from bucky to you to his arm. “will you give us some alone time now?” there’s a mocking edge to his words, bladed with thinly-veiled threat.

mark agrees with a nod, sliding off his chair and slinking out the door.

you stare at your feet once there’s no reason for bucky to keep his arm around you, itching to remove it before the little progress you’d made was erased completely.

“thanks,” you say finally, forcing yourself to slip underneath his arm and off your chair. you open your purse to get your wallet out to pay for the drinks mark left unpaid, only to get outpaced by the quick way with which bucky opens his wallet and slams money down on the counter. you huff, meeting his eyes frustratedly before you put down your own money, nudging his toward him. “i can pay for my own drinks, thanks.”

bucky’s brows knit together, lips parting when you turn abruptly to walk out of the bar. he takes a second to realize what’s going on, grabbing what you’d laid on the bar to hand it back to you. “are you mad at me?” he asks once he’s finally caught up with you.

“oh, am i not being sunshine and rainbows enough? is that what it was?” you retort, scoffing. “sorry.”

“what?” bucky wonders, speeding up when you do. you push open the door and step out, leaving it to slam on bucky’s face, but you grab onto the handle at the last moment with an annoyed crease between your brows. he huffs as he jogs to catch up, wrapping loose fingers around your arm. “wait.”

“why should i?” you ask him, finally turning to meet his eye, but your gaze is cold, unlike the last time he’d seen you.

“because—” he cuts himself off, nose crinkling as he has some sort of realization, his hand falls away. “why am i explaining myself? i should be mad at you.”

you stare at him incredulously, scoffing loudly. “excuse me?”

bucky nods indignantly, his eyes boring into you. “last thing i remember is you kissing me at the end of our date, tellin’ me how much fun you had and how much you wanted to see me again, and now you’re on a date with someone else?”

your features pucker, eyes slanting. “yeah. and last i remember is you telling me you’d call. or text—just, anything.” you jam a finger into his chest, upset. how dare he? “you told me ‘i can’t wait to hear your voice again’ when i was closing my door!” you do a poor imitation of him, crossing your arms and scrunching your brows, your voice dropping exaggeratedly as you bob your head mockingly. “and then no contact for a week!”

“hey now—” bucky starts, extending a hand, but you stop him, your parroting dropping into disappointment, anger fizzling into sadness. his eyes search you worriedly, beginning to reach out to you.

“you told me you wanted me to meet your cat,” you remind sadly, unable to stop the pout that pinches your lips. “and then you… ghosted me. didn’t even open my messages.”

bucky stares at you blankly, blinking in confusion. “i do want you to meet my cat,” he insists.

“sure. that’s what you’re saying when you ghost people,” you retort humorlessly, beginning to turn again, but he holds you back gently.

“you keep saying that—ghosting? what is that? when did i do that?” you move to scoff again, but the honest confusion draped across his face catches you off guard.

“you’re serious?” he nods. “it’s all over the internet—it’s when someone just cuts off all communication with someone without reason or warning. for example, leading someone on with wonderful dates and promising to call and then never contacting them again—or replying to their concerned messages to check if they’re alive.”

“i didn’t—i didn’t mean to do that. to ghost you. i was… on a work trip,” bucky explains, fingers vining down your arms.

you roll your eyes. “really? i thought that at first, actually, but then i realized how little you actually told me. like, what is it that you do exactly, because i never quite caught it on our various dates.”

“it’s…” bucky pauses uncertainly. “complicated.”

“stupendous,” you cheer sarcastically. “what about your friends? do you have any friends? where do you live?”

“that’s…” he struggles to find the words.

“complicated?” you finish for him, nodding. “of course it is. i’m leaving now.”

you’ve walked through the door before he can intercept you again, but bucky sidesteps in front of you just as you spot your car. “please don’t leave. i honestly didn’t mean to do… that… to you and my life is…” he frowns. “uncertain and complicated all the time. you’re not. i didn’t—i don’t want to force you into this because you didn’t know who i was when this started and i liked that, but—”

“what are you talking about?” you ask in disbelief, your annoyance burning at the bottom of your stomach. as if it wasn’t bad enough that he ghosted you, he was now forcing you through a faux explanation to make himself feel better.

bucky’s lips contort with internal struggle until his shoulders slump, shutting his eyes for a second before he speaks up.

“my name is bucky barnes. my best friend is steve rogers. i work as a sort of… agent. i live in the avengers tower because i help them out sometimes. i was away on an impromptu mission last week and that’s why i didn’t answer you or see your texts.”

you stare up at him for a few moments, eyes flickering between his features. finally, you huff. “steve rogers is stevie? captain america? the avengers tower—a mission?” you repeat, shaking your head disappointedly. “how stupid do you think i am?”

“i don’t think you’re stupid,” bucky tells you.

“so what you’re saying is that you’re what? an avenger whose bestie is captain america?” you retort.

“well, i wouldn’t say it like that.” bucky shrugs. “i’m not an avenger, but i’ve known steve my entire life. will you just give me a chance to prove it to you?”

you frown, scanning him, arms crossed defensively. “how?”

“to start with—” he reaches around you to grab your phone, wagging it in front of you. “why not consult google? great app.”

you settle a glare at him, plucking your phone away from his fingertips. “i don’t use google. privacy and all that.”

still, you type something in, clicking your screen until your eyes bore into it, gaze flickering from your phone to bucky. he attempts an awkward smile.

“wow, that’s really not edited,” you remark, holding your phone up to your face. his forced grin drops unamusedly, gently lowering your wrist. his face softens, his thumb rubbing shapes into your wrist.

“do you believe me now?”

your eyes drop to the floor, tongue pushing against your cheek. “so you were really on a mission?”

“got the bruises to prove it.” a cold index finger rises to tilt your chin up, urging to to look at him.

“what about leaving me on read after i asked if you were okay?” you point out.

“i’m not supposed to have my phone on missions. i opened it to answer you but then i got shot at,” bucky explains, and then tilts his head at you. “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you anything. you didn’t know who i was, somehow, and i liked that. i didn’t want to risk things with you, and that was selfish of me.” he purses his lips, fingers falling away. “there’s still… a lot.”

“do you mean the winter soldier?” you ask, words careful, attention hesitant.

his eyebrows furrow. “i thought you didn’t know who i was.”

“i didn’t know his face,” you explain. “i’ve only read about him and i’m aware that he is a different person than james buchanan barnes. i’m not dating the winter soldier, i’m dating bucky.”

he eyes your face for a moment before cracking a small smile, looking cheeky. burly and huge as he is, you can tell he’s flustered too, but he smothers it with a teasing nudge of his shoulder. “so we’re dating, huh?”

you grin sheepishly, looking away from him. “if you want.”

bucky smirks at you, pulling you to him by the wrist he was still holding. “yeah, i want.” you can feel his lips curl sweetly underneath yours, fingers tucking in the money you’d left into your back pocket. when he pulls away, it’s with glittering ocean eyes and crinkles next to his eyes. “so when can you meet my cat?”

[urdepressedslut]

I don't know if you usually take requests, but could you please write a drabble about Bucky taking care of the reader during her period? Period cramps are killing me and I just want some cuddles 🥺

aw i love this 🥹 i’m sorry your cramps have been bad, i’m sending you all the love and hugs your way💗 i hope this bucky fluff makes you feel better 🥰

Cuddles

♡ Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Bucky helps comfort you when you are having bad period cramps.

♡ Warnings: SUPER FLUFFY, light angst, period cramps, blood (duhhh), light self hate

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* i know this is mickey, but let’s pretend it’s post tfatws!bucky *

You had showered after a long day, doing your usual routine— taking your time to really treat yourself after a tough week.

Immediately after sinking into bed, the sheets feeling so good against your freshly shaven legs— it took no time at all for you to slip into a much needed slumber. You didn’t know you could sleep so soundly, so well. Most nights consisted of rolling and waking up occasionally in sweats. Tonight was the first, as you slept through the entire night, waking only the next morning.

You were excited to start off your Saturday after a good nights rest, except when you went to get up— you noticed you were still exhausted. It was then you could feel your back ache, all your limbs heavier than usual. You furrowed your brows in confusion, thinking perhaps you had gotten too much sleep. But as you swung your legs over the edge of the bed, you suddenly felt something wet in between your thighs.

Glancing down, ripping the cover off— everything dawned on you at the sight of red smearing the inside of your thighs, your underwear ruined.

Fucking periods.

You knew getting that good of sleep was too good to be true. You could feel the tears working their way up, your nose burning with frustration. You had just cleaned and changed all your sheets, taken a shower. Now everything, including you were dirty again— like you had never done any of the cleaning to begin with.

You knew it was just your emotions running wild, so you willed your tears to stay away. Sucking in a deep breath, you walked to the bathroom sluggishly. You made it your mission to grab a pill before the cramps started— you had learned your lesson. Although you were starting your period, you were not going to let this ruin your weekend. You were going to have a nice relaxing weekend. Not letting the beauties of being a woman ruin your day.

If only you had kept that attitude up for the entire day. The cramps had come as you expected, but this time the pill did nothing to relieve the pain. The heating pad worked only for a few minutes before the pain came crashing in waves, your body attempting to curl in on itself from the discomfort.

You swore a ghost was digging a knife in your uterus, and right now— you’d appreciate if the ghost just ripped out your uterus completely.

You had holed yourself up in your room, only making it downstairs for breakfast before you were running back to your bathroom to empty the contents of your stomach back out. This was definitely one of the worst periods you’d had in awhile, and you just wanted to slip into a coma until it was over.

Knocking sounded from your door, and you rolled over still clutching your stomach. You looked a mess, you felt like a disaster. Periods always made you feel gross.

“Yeah?” You asked out loud, and you couldn’t hide the discomfort from your tone.

“(Y/n)? You okay?” Bucky asked through the door.

Your eyes widened at his voice, wondering what he was doing here.

You and Bucky had been dating for awhile now, and things had been great. You still managed to get flustered by practically anything he did— and he loved every second of your flustered state. There was one thing that was brought up though— and that was periods.

“Uh— yeah I’m fine! Just tired!” You shouted, nervous that he could sense your lie. He definitely could.

It’s not that you thought he’d judge you for being a woman and having a period. But you were shy to show him that vulnerable side of you. Both you and him had shown the soft sides of each other— clinging to each other when you needed each others comfort. But there was something extra vulnerable about this— and you couldn’t ignore the embarrassment you felt when you even thought of it. You didn’t want him to find you gross, or annoying as you whined.

Okay… I guess you were a little nervous that he’d judge you.

“Doll what’s going on? Can I come in?” He asked, his voice growing more concerned.

You pulled the cover over your legs, giving the room one last once over— it didn’t look terrible. You just wished you could have a minute or two to tidy up. You knew Bucky very well though, and he’d break the door down if you waited one more second.

“Of course, come in!” You announced finally, taking a deep breath, hoping a cramp didn’t hit you while he visited.

The door opened and Bucky peeled his head in first, after making eye contact with you— he sent a warm smile before heading all the way in, shitting the door behind him. He quickly made his way to the bed where he plopped down, looking over you concerned.

“Baby what’s going on? I feel like I haven’t seen you much today. You sure you’re just tired? You aren’t getting sick are you?” He rambled on, and your heart swelled at his concern.

“Buck— I’m fine really. Just didn’t sleep too good last night.” You completely lied, last night was the best sleep you had ever had. Too bad it leaked into today though.

He furrowed his brows and looked at you like he was about to figure you out— see right through you and pick out the lies. You wouldn’t be surprised if the serum gave him those abilities.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” He asked softly, scooting closer so he could slip his hand underneath the covers to land on your bare thigh.

It was meant to be a comforting gesture, but you feared you’d get blood on him. You knew that was a silly thought— but you were paranoid.

He noticed you tense up from his touch and immediately he removed his hand, his face growing more concerned.

“Baby, what is it?” He pried, trying to look you over again— needing to know what the cause of your discomfort was.

You sighed and gave in, shoulders sagging in defeat. You didn’t want him to worry, and seeing his frantic eyes search you for a wound— you realized you were making this bigger than it needed to be. You just couldn’t ignore the embarrassment you felt.

“It’s just uh… I’m… I’m on my period Buck.” You mumbled, lowering your eyes to the bed.

His concerned expression melted away, his heart falling back into a regular rhythm. He knew he was prehistoric— but he knew what a period was. He just didn’t know why you wanted to hide it from him.

“Oh.” He finally said, “Doll— you can tell me things like that.”

“I know Buck but… it’s embarrassing and gross. I can usually deal with it and nobody ever notices— you know because it’s a normal thing.” You told him, playing with the edge of the comforter. “This one has just been pretty bad and… I just— I don’t know.”

You trailed off, avoiding his gaze. Bucky reached his hand over and tucked some stray hairs behind your ear. Tracing his fingers down your jaw to raise your chin up— that way he could look into your eyes.

“You’re not gross, okay? I’m sorry you’re in pain baby— I wish I could take it all away. It’s not fair you have to deal with this all the time.” He told you gently, and you leaned into his touch.

“It’s not usually this bad but… I don’t know, I guess it’s just a bad one this time around.” You assumed.

Before you could say anything else, you doubled over as the pain came back— stabbing into your uterus. You clutched your lower abdomen— hoping it would help relieve the pain. Bucky’s eyes widened at your whine.

“What can I do to help?” He rushed out, hands hovering over you.

If it were any other time, you’d find his protective, mama bear mode adorable. But for now— you were too busy being in pain.

“Just stay with me please? I don’t wanna lay here alone.” You admitted, your words coming out in whimpers.

Bucky wasted no time in kicking his shoes off, shimming his jacket off before he crawled back into the bed, sneaking under the covers. He leaned back against the headboard, pulling you on top of him.

“Don’t even have to ask doll, I’m staying right here. You comfortable?” He asked.

You reached down and raised your shirt just above your belly button, before you lifted his shirt the same. He furrowed his brows, wondering what you were doing. You laid down completely again, letting your skin smush against his, and because he was a super soldier and was always hot— his warm stomach felt amazing against your lower abdomen. Like a personal heating pad.

“Ahh… that feels good. You’re so warm.” You sighed, ticking your face into the crook of his neck.

He chuckled and smiled into your hair, wrapping his arms protectively around you.

“I love you baby.” He whispered to you, already feeling your breathing even out— falling asleep on him.

Your uterus calmed for now, the warm sensation soothing your pain. You could only wait until the next wave of pain came— but you knew you’d be okay with Bucky holding you.

“Love you too Buck.” You mumbled sleepily against his neck, your breath warming his skin.

He hated that you were in pain, wishing that he could take it all away— but he’d give you as many Bucky cuddles as you needed until you were sick of him.

Truthfully, you’d never get sick of Bucky cuddles.

A/N: short but sweet 🥰

[sparklefics]

Fire Escapades

Pairing: Teenagers AU! Bucky & F!Reader Set in the 40s

Prompt: Teenager!FReader getting shy about being naked in front of Teenager!Bucky for the first time.

A/N: So I didn’t really follow the prompt at all so this is basically a 40s! Teenager!Bucky & Reader. 🤷

I really liked this little thing, I feel like it has potential so I might write some more.

Warnings: none, just fluff

WC: 1,442

**Gif not mine

[Masterlist]

James Buchanan Barnes was trouble and you knew that from the second he laid his eyes on you, not because he was a bad boy–quite the opposite. 

He was literally the guy next door. You met at school, but you'd seen him around the neighborhood before. One day after school was over he walked up to your locker and introduced himself, asked if he could walk you home. You were hesitant to agree but you made it clear to him that you'd be carrying your books, which he respected.

On the walk home he admitted that he was in fact your next door neighbor and he was just looking to make friends since he was new in town. "If you don't mind, I promised my ma, I'd pick up my sister Rebecca from school on the way back."

You said you didn't mind making a stop as long as you got back home in time to help your mom prepare dinner. His little sister was so cute, shared the same blue eyes as her brother and that easy charm, she quickly had you wrapped around her finger. 

You and James became friends. You two would walk to school together, sometimes even share a milkshake at the diner down the block. 

You'd come to trust him with everything, even your broken heart after Gilmore Hodge stomped on it and you went home in tears.

You sat on the fire escape bawling your eyes out over Hodge kissing Dot right in front of you. You thought you were being quiet when suddenly you heard the squeak of Bucky's window being opened. "Hey, doll. Thought I heard you out he– Oh. What's going on?"

You dried your tears as quickly as possible but he still caught sight of them and jumped over from his fire escape to yours.  

"Nothin', just me being an idiot." 

"Is it Hodge? Did he- he was inappropriate with you?" 

You could tell Bucky was angry without even looking at him, if you looked at him you would break down and start crying all over again. "He's not worth it, Bucky." Was all you said but Bucky was seeing red by now.

"I'm gonna kick his ass." 

"No, you are not!" Before Bucky could jump off the fire escape and go look for a fight you stopped him— he'd been itching for a fight ever since he started boxing. 

You grabbed a hold of his hand and pulled him down to sit with you. Bucky never let go of your hand as you told him what happened with Hodge. He told you it was Hodge's loss for not realizing what an incredible girl he just missed out on. 

You two stayed out in the fire escape way past bedtime, when you bid him goodnight and went to open your window to crawl back into your room you were surprised to find it locked. You turned back to Bucky's fire escape but he was long gone. You stood there for at least five minutes mustering the courage to jump over to Bucky's and ask for help. 

When you knocked on his window he turned around and to your surprise he was midway through changing into his pajamas. You'd never noticed before but he was quite muscular, your friend. 

You remind yourself that Bucky Barnes is your friend after all.

"Doll, did you jump over?! Why'd you jump?"

"My window got stuck–and I–" You yelp as Bucky pulls you into his room. "Was going to ask for a blanket."

"A blanket? Doll, you're not sleeping outside, you'll get sick." He ushers you to sit on his small bed while he puts on a loose shirt. "Your mom's still working that overnight shift at the hospital downtown?"

You feel yourself overheating over the fact that you now know what your best friend looks like without a shirt– nice, he looks very much like a man. For some reason you cannot stop staring at his arms, which you never noticed before but now you want them wrapped around you. 

Wait! He asked you something.

"Yes."

Bucky rummages through the trunk at the foot of his bed for his favorite navy blue sweater, and gently drapes it over your shoulders and grabs a blanket to set himself over on the floor by your side. You two continue your previous conversation–from the fire escape– whispering. Bucky complains that he can barely hear you so with your permission he moves over to join you on the bed. You lay under the covers while he was over them, to preserve some 'decency'. 

Though, in all honesty, decency was out the window the second Bucky laid next to you as you two gravitated towards each other. You cuddled up with him as his arms gathered you into his chest, into safety. Bucky’s lips are practically glued to your forehead, it makes you all warm and gooey on the inside. He’s a charming and affectionate guy, he’ll often give you hugs and kiss your hand, but this feels different. 

You try to push him off you but he tightens his hold on you. "I mean, what's your mom going to think of me? Think about it! It looks bad and you know it Buck. James!"

"Hmh."

"Your mom! She's gonna think we've been inappropriate!" You slap a hand to his chest, with his eyes closed he grabs it and presses a kiss to your knuckles. 

"Hm-hm, no. Ma knows my intentions with you are serious, respectful."

"Intentions?"

"She knows I love you, besides I'm waiting for your dad to get back from the war so I can ask for his blessing to–"

You don’t let him finish his sentence. "James, you love me?"

Bucky slowly blinks until he's less drowsy, a slow shy smile creeping on his lips and if the room wasn't as dark as it is you would see him blush. "Of course I do." He says as if it were obvious! 

Your heart beats so fast you're afraid it might combust. "You love? You love me. You love me…You never said anything, and Hodge–"

"I'm still gonna kick his ass for making you cry," Bucky interjects. “but I never said anything ‘cause Ma said that I should give you space, let you make your own decisions. If we’re meant to be, it'll work out.” 

"Your mom is a really smart woman.” You smile at him. For the sake of honesty you decide to tell Bucky the truth about what really happened with Hodge. “He was mad at me because I wouldn't kiss him. So he made it a point to humiliate and ridicule me. He even called me a prude. Jokes on him though, I mean, I am in bed with a guy who’s not even my boyfriend yet." You chuckled then sobered up, "I didn't kiss him because I didn't want to. Because I would prefer to kiss you."

"That can be arranged."

You halt him with a hand to his chest, "What ever happened to 'my intentions with you are serious'?"

"I seriously want to kiss you, Doll." Bucky admits.

You, in the blink of an eye, press your lips to his just for a second and immediately start giggling uncontrollably and hide under the blanket. 

Bucky yanks the blanket from you and takes a hold of your face, as if you were the most delicate thing he’s ever touched. He holds you so tenderly, in the darkness you manage to make out his eyes and his smile. “Can we do this the right way? Can I take you out on a date and kiss you?”

You want to tease him so badly but you stop yourself from doing it because of that sincere and determined look in his eyes. You find yourself nodding. “Yes.”

Bucky leans over and intwines your hands, bracing them by the side of your head. He gently presses his lips to yours in a soft kiss. When he pulls away he rests his forehead on yours, “I promise you, Doll, I will never hurt you.”

You let go of his hands and wrap your arms around his shoulders, “Oh Bucky.”

“God, you’re beautiful! I should tell you that more often.”

You two spend the rest of the night hugging and kissing each other. 

____________________________________________

When morning comes Bucky is halfway on top of you, face nestled against your neck while you run your fingers through his gorgeous brown hair. 

A banging on Bucky’s door breaks your bubble.

“James Buchanan Barnes, get out here right this second!!”

“Oh no. She Buchanan-ed me, she knows you’re here.” Bucky groans. 

[innerslumber]

"Dont you fucking dare."

Steve stopped mid motion and looked up from the piles of ingredients laid out before him, a veritable smorgasbord of eclectic tastes. Trust Clint Barton to throw a pizza making party and offer things like viennese sausage and brussel sprouts. Steve put on his most disarming smile in the hopes that his nefarious intentions were hidden.

"What do you mean, sweetheart?"

Bucky stomped over to his husband and snatched the pizza pan away from the blonde man. "Don't you sweetheart me, Steven Grant Rogers. You know very well that your travesty to tastebuds is already in the oven and this one is my masterpiece. So hands off or you get the dog house tonight."

A.K.A Bucky and Steve gets invited to the Barton Family Pizza Party with interesting results.

Happy Birthday @sparkagrace!! Thank you so much for welcoming me into this fandom with such kindness and "grace". 🤣🤣🤣 Sending you lots of love and hugs!!

Read It Here 💗💗💗

[therapyandprozac]

Bucky Helps You Get Revenge!

Hi guys!! This is just a drabble only 180 words🙈 mostly a self indulgent fic but I hope you enjoy it!!

WARNINGS: Guns, canon violence, murder of an abuser

You saw ‘him’ on a mission, the one person you wanted to never see again was in front of you, and he didn't recognize you. You hoped it was because of the mask and not because he forgot what he did to you.

“Buck.” You say calmly into your com. Bucky turns around to see you're shaking with your gun drawn, in front of a begging man on his knees. He stands next to you, gun pointed at the man's head out of caution.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, not knowing who is at the end of his barrel.

“It’s him…Him.” You whisper. Bucky doesnt say anything just chuckles under his breath.

“I feel the responsible thing to say is getting revenge won’t fix your problem.” He pauses and you nod. “Or we make him unrecognizeable.”

“I prefer that option.” Half cocked smiles covering both of your faces as he begs and pleads for his life. You laugh before taking the first shot, square on his forehead. He falls backward, you and Bucky unload the rest of each of your clips into his corpse.

[fluffy-lee]

Vacation: The Finale (Part 1)

Part 12 of the series Vacation

This is a TICKLE series

PLATONIC Avengers x reader

Warnings: Mentions of weapons, a bit of angst, this is a longer read (7590 words)

Summary: The Avengers are woken up abruptly by a strange noise on the morning of their last full day of Vacation. Tony intends to make the last full day, a great one.

CRASH!

 The ear piercing sound shook the whole cabin. You and Nat jolted awake. You jumped out of bed and ran to her. 

  “What the hell was that?” You asked, shocked. 

  “Good question.” Nat said. Her brows were furrowed. 

She grabbed her pistol out of the drawer and headed downstairs. 

You slowly followed behind her, unarmed. You kinda wished you had something on you but knew the Avengers would keep you safe. Sam came up beside you and pushed you behind him. You held onto his waist and followed him down the stairs. The cabin was dark with light only just beginning to shine through the windows. 

 “It’s okay!” Thor called from the front yard. 

Nat relaxed and so did Sam. You pushed past them in anticipation. You now remembered what this was. You stepped out onto the wooden front porch and saw everyone else standing in a semicircle in front of Thor.

The sunrise painted the sky and the birds were beginning to wake up as the crickets were dying down. Thor held a long rectangular box in his arms. It was silver with a lavender ribbon. 

  “What is this all about?” Tony piped up. “And look. It left a big patch in the grass. Now I get to hear about that from the owners.” 

  “It’s a gift for me. From Heimdall.” You said, walking up to Thor. 

Everyone looked around surprised. Tony and Steve exchanged looks. 

 Thor handed you the box with a smile. You took it in your arms. It was a little heavy. You placed it on the ground and dropped on your knees in front of it, beginning to slowly undo the ribbon. You felt excitement and nervousness. What could this be? 

Everyone held their breath in anticipation as well. Peter’s curiosity pulled him closer. Bucky’s protectiveness pulled him closer as well, yet he was excited for you to receive a gift from another realm. 

The silky ribbon fell to the grass. You looked up at Thor and he gave you a reassuring nod. 

Your fingertips gripped the sides of the box, and you lifted it up. 

Your eyes fell onto a shining sword. This was one of the most beautiful objects you had ever seen. The blade was shiny and double-edged with a pointed tip. The hilt (handle) was cruciform. The grip was wrapped in a leathery material and the pommel had a large emerald in the middle. 

  “Woah.” You whispered. You gripped the handle hesitantly as if you didn’t want to disrespect something so beautiful. You lifted it up and a glare of sunlight hit the blade. You saw your reflection in the blade and Thor standing behind you with a proud smile. The sword was about 26 inches long and it fit you perfectly. You looked down in the box and there magically appeared a scabbard (the covering for a sword blade) made out of the same leathery material on the handle. It had a note attached to it. 

   To defend the defenseless. -Heimdall

Wanda tilted her head and knelt next to you. 

 ‘‘I’m sensing something.” She said. 

 “This sword… It’s enchanted.” Thor confirmed. 

This made Tony, Steve, Bucky, and even you, a little nervous.

  “Enchanted… Is it safe?” Bucky asked. 

The red magic appeared on Wanda’s right hand as she gently touched yours that was wielding the sword. 

  “Only if it’s in her hands.” Wanda said with a smile. She was amazed. 

Peter dropped to his knees next to you, observing your sword closer. 

  “Allow me to explain.” Thor announced. “This enchanted weapon… Is one of a kind and over a thousand years old. I’ve gazed at it since I was a child. It chooses its owner. Only someone pure and in need of it can wield this sword. If anyone else tries to use it, it becomes dull and flimsy. It won’t cut anything. In the right hands, it’s supposed to be perfect. When Y/n came to Asgard, the sword sensed her presence. Heimdall says, it glowed. It chooses you, Y/n.”

With that, the sword began to glow a light purple and it subsided. 

Everyone gazed at you proudly. You smiled and a feeling of responsibility came over you. 

  “I’m at a loss for words.” You swallowed. The sword sung as you placed it in its scabbard. Then in its box. You grabbed the box, stood up, and looked at the ground as you walked towards the cabin, feeling all eyes on you. 

  “Why me? There must be a mistake.” You thought to yourself. 

…

You laid in bed thinking about your gift. You were unable to go back to sleep, so you decided to get up for the day. You got ready and before you left the room, you looked at the box again. 

  “Just one more look before I leave.” You thought to yourself. 

You opened the box again. Your heart stopped. The sword was now the size of a pocket knife!

  “THOR”’ You cried!

Thor arrived at the doorway within the minute. 

  “What’s the matter, Princess?”

  “Look!” You held up the knife.

  “So you can travel with it!” He chuckled.

  “How do I get it to be big again?”

  “You will it to.”

You nodded. “This is just… so weird.”

  “I envy you. I always wanted it for myself. But you deserve it. I hope I get to see you use it one day.” Thor quipped with a smirk. 

  “Oh… I couldn’t imagine hurting anyone…” 

  “What if there’s another invasion? You’d want it then.”

  “You're right. I must say… just holding it I feel so safe. Like I can defend myself. I don’t need to hide behind anyone. I also feel like I can protect others. I love that feeling.”

  Thor smiled and lifted you up in a hug. You left the sword in the box as Thor carried you out of the room.

  “I’m so proud of you sweet Y/n. I know that sword belongs to you and when I’m not here, it gives me peace of mind knowing you have great protection, and now you can better defend yourself.” Thor said. 

You hugged his neck tighter.

  “When I am here though… “ He trailed off. “I’m not so sure you can defend yourself.” 

  “What do you mean?” You asked confused. 

  “You can’t protect yourself from me!” He teased, laying you on the ground in the middle of the hallway upstairs. 

  “OH NO THOR COME ON!” 

  “MWAUHAHAHA!” Thor evilly laughed as he tickled all over your belly and sides.

 You just fell into laughter, not trying so hard to fight back. You just loved Thor and you dreaded him leaving. 

His large fingers roughly danced across your belly as you pushed at them yet you couldn’t manage to stop him as he tickled you. You just laid there and took it, laughing weakly. Thor chuckled and finally stopped, pulling you to your feet.

You blushed and playfully slapped his arm. 

He ruffled your hair. 

“Let’s go eat breakfast.” 

…

 “We’ve got to leave by 11:00am tomorrow.” Tony announced. 

There were frowns across the table. You felt a twinge in your chest. 

  “Well, how are we going to spend our last day?” Pepper asked, a smirk on her face, already knowing the answer. 

  “Oh I don’t know…” Tony started. “We could relax, play a few card games, swim, ride a few rollercoasters. I don’t know.” He said nonchalantly. 

You and Peter looked at each other with wide smiles. 

  “ROLLERCOASTERS?!” You and Peter shouted in unison. 

  “We’re leaving here around 10:30.” Tony smirked.

 After breakfast everyone scrambled to get ready to go to the amusement park. This felt like the perfect way to spend your last full day. You knew you were going to have so much fun and not have to spend the day thinking about leaving.

  You found yourself sitting on the living room floor playing chess with Peter, while Nat sat on the couch behind you, braiding your hair. You were patiently waiting to leave to go to the amusement park.

  “Stay still, silly!” Nat said, a bobby pin in her mouth. 

  “Sorry.” You said, focusing on the game.

 You made the last move as Peter cringed. You finally beat him!

  “WOO HOO!” You cheered as Nat tied the elastic in your hair. 

  “Ugggh! Congrats.” Peter groaned. “First you get a space sword and now you win chess. That’s not fair.”

You stood up doing a stupid victory dance. 

Peter tackled you down and you landed on his chest. You smiled down at him. Peter gazed into your eyes a second until you felt something snake around your side. You flinched and giggled as Peter grinned. You threw yourself to the ground next to him and began crawling away in an attempt to escape. Peter grabbed your ankle and pulled you to him. He trapped you in his legs as he tickled your foot. You squealed and thrashed but Peter just ignored you. 

  “PEHEHETER! I CAN’T TAHAHAKE IT!” You cried with laughter. 

  “This is what you get!”

  “PLEASE STAHAHAP!” 

Peter was surprised to hear that, so he let you go. You launched at him to attack but he brought you up onto his legs as he held your hands. You laughed.

  “You can’t do anything up there, can you?” He teased.

You didn’t say anything, you just used one finger to lightly tickle his palm. This made his spidey sense go crazy.

  “Ahh!” He whined. 

You laughed as he brought you back to the ground. You tackled him in a hug as he chuckled.

You blew a raspberry on his neck making giggles bubble out of his mouth. 

  “Y/N/N! Plehehehease! Nohohoho!” He laughed.

Peter had goosebumps all over his arms. He tickled at your tummy making you squeal and fight to tickle his tummy back. Your fingers made contact with his tummy and he grabbed your wrist while his other fingers danced across your belly button. You were having a full on tickle fight and it was if you were both losing. You tickled harder and so did he. 

  “TRUCE!” You both shouted in unison, pushing each other away. 

You both laid on the floor laughing. 

  “I am so excited to ride rollercoasters!” Peter said, his laughter subsiding. 

  “Me too! I’m ready to hurry up and go!”

  “Get in the car then, you dorks!” Bucky said hovering over you both. 

You smiled up at your dad. He pulled you up to your feet. 

  “Your hair looks cute.” He said sweetly. 

  “Thank you!” You said. 

…

You sat in the back with Steve. Sam and Bucky trapped Peter in between them so they could play the video game Tony had programmed onto the screens. You and Steve ignored their bickering. Nat and Thor rode with Wanda and Vis. Tony and Pepper were in the front as usual. 

 The drive was about an hour and a half. You and Steve talked about your new sword. You explained to him how it shrunk.

  “Thor says I have to will for it to go back to its normal size if I need to use it. Whatever that means.”

  “That’s really interesting. Let’s hope you don’t have to actually use it anytime soon.” Steve cocked an eyebrow with a smirk.

  “I just don’t understand…”

  “Understand what?” Steve asked. 

  “Why it… chose… me.” 

  “Of course it chose you!” Steve said gently gripping your cheeks in his hand, causing your face to squish up. “I know you. You’ll only ever use it for good. You have a good heart and you care about other people.” Steve said proudly

You blushed. “You really believe in me?” 

  “Aww. I’ll always believe in you, kid.” 

  “Thanks Steve.” You said. 

Steve kissed your nose. 

You laid your head on his shoulder.

Confidence built up in your chest. This sword did choose you. Maybe you weren’t meant to just be the young girl the Avengers saved. Maybe you were meant to take part in saving the world with them. Whatever that looked like. This felt like what you wanted to do with your life. Protect people. 

…

  “There it is!” Peter gasped, catching everyone’s attention.

You looked out the window to see the skyline of the amusement park. Rides soaring high in the air, rollercoasters with insane drops, and a free fall tower that made your stomach turn at just the thought of it. 

  “We have to go on that one first, Y/n!” Peter said excitedly. 

  “Yes! But we HAVE to sit in the very front!” You replied. 

  “She sounds like you.” Steve grumbled to Bucky, making him grin.

  “You’re not going to throw up this time, are you Steve?” Bucky chuckled. 

Steve rolled his eyes. Sam laughed too, having heard the story of the Cyclone. 

 It felt like forever for Tony to get a parking spot. Finally you all got out of the van and met up with the others, ready to go into the park together. Bucky lifted you up and put you on his shoulders. When you finally made it through checking and into the park, you and Peter scrambled to the nearest map to look for directions to the tallest, fastest coaster in the park. 

  The rest of the Avengers followed you through the park to the entrance of the ride. 

Tony got the premium fast passes so you guys practically jumped on the ride. You and Peter sat at the very front like you planned. Bucky and Sam got in the seat behind you. To everyone’s surprise, Steve and Tony got on behind Sam and Bucky. You and Peter thought this was the funniest thing ever. 

  “Come on Thor, get on with me!” Nat said, pulling Thor towards the seat.

  “Alright.” Thor said nervously. He wasn't sure what to think about this earthly contraption, but he was brave enough to give it a try. 

  Wanda made sure everyone was strapped in before she took her seat next to Vision even though the ride worker insisted he knew how to do his job. 

  The ride worker went through checking everyone and it felt eternity while you and Peter were leaned back taking deep breaths, trying not to sike yourselves out. You and Peter exchanged nervous/excited looks. Peter closed his eyes and he slowly slipped his hand in yours. You smiled to yourself and held his hand tight and that's when the ride pulled out. It went up the hill to the highest drop and you and Peter were giggling all the way up. You peaked through the seats behind you to see Sam had his eyes closed and looked scared to death while Bucky laughed at him.

  “You’re literally The Falcon!” Peter teased. 

  “I’m in control of that!” Sam yelled.

  “Here we go!” Peter shouted as you reached the top. 

You were so high up you could see for miles and the whole park down below. A breeze blew in your hair. Peter put his hands up and you gripped the handle bar in front of you. You were suddenly slowly being pulled forward and you reached the very tip of the hill. Then the ride began to drop you straight down the steep track. Your stomach dropped as the intense speed rushed through your body and you and Peter screamed like no tomorrow. You finally reached the bottom of the hill and all you could do was laugh and scream as you got jerked around the twists and turns. You finally got the confidence to put your hands up with Peter. Wanda was laughing with Vision. Natasha was laughing at Thor who was screaming like a girl. Tony and Steve were both trying not to throw up, and Bucky was laughing at Sam who was spitting out profanities. The ride came to an end as it pulled back in. 

  “FINALLY!” Sam shouted.

You and Peter cheered. 

Steve and Tony groaned.

  “THAT WAS AMAZING! AGAIN! AGAIN!” Thor shouted.

  “Anything for you Thor!” The young starstruck workers said, sending the coaster out again. 

  “NO!” Steve, Tony, and Thor cried while everyone else celebrated. 

  “Put your hands up on the drop this time!” Peter urged you. 

…

  After having a blast on three more of the giant roller coasters, everyone decided they were ready to eat. You all got your food and sat at a few tables eating. You and Bucky shared a large Coke. 

  “We should ride the teacups after this!” Peter suggested, mouth full of french fries.

  “NO!” Everyone chorused. 

  “Bad idea.” Steve laughed. 

You and Bucky finished your food, waiting for everyone else (Thor) to finish eating. You were rambling to Bucky about your favorite rides so far.

  “I’m glad you’re having fun!” He said sweetly. 

  “What should we ride next? I want to sit next to you on it!”

  “Hmm. How about this one?” Bucky said, wiggling his eyebrows. He pointed at the scariest looking ride at the park. The 300 ft drop tower. 

  “Oh…” You trailed off. 

  “You scared?” Bucky teased. 

  “No!” You fibbed. 

  “Aww don’t be scared!”

  “I’M NOT!”

  “Y/n/n! I know when you’re lying to meee!” Bucky said, gripping at your underarms, making your curl in on yourself. 

You started to giggle as Bucky tickled your underarms. You instinctively pulled back but he had you trapped good. 

  “Why are you trying to move away from me? Huh? Oh! Does that tickle?”” Bucky teased ruthlessly. 

  “N-nohohoho!”

  “More lies?! You know what happens when you lie to me! You get tickle time! Is that what you want?” Bucky pulled you onto his lap and held his metal arm under your back as he shook your left rib cage with his free hand. You cackled and blushed, pushing at his hand that was too strong to fight off. Bucky chuckled and leaned down to your ear. 

  “Why are you fighting me? I thought you liked being tickled!” He whispered, making you absolutely die inside. 

  “NO!” You shouted, embarrassed. 

Bucky just buried his face in your neck and began blowing raspberry after raspberry while his hand repeatedly squeezed your side. Your laughter turned raspy and silent as you practically died of ticklishness in Bucky’s arms. 

 Bucky sat you up in his lap and acted like nothing happened while you caught your breath and fixed your hair. 

  “So mean!” You cried, smacking his chest. 

Bucky just scrunched his nose at you before kissing your cheek. You couldn’t help but smile and butterflies found their way back to your stomach. 

…

 You rode many more rides, making sure you had the chance to sit next to everyone on at least one ride. Steve won you a giant stuffed wolf at the high striker. He also got his face painted and wore it proudly. You decided to get yours painted too, as Spider-Man. Once you were done, you tapped Peter’s back as he faced away from you. He turned around and gasped. He had no idea what you had picked.

  “I love it!” He said, picking you up and spinning you around.

  “Let me get a picture!” Wanda said, pulling out her camera. 

You and Peter pressed your cheeks together and smiled. This is probably one of your favorite pictures ever taken. 

Wanda had been eating cotton candy all day and definitely had a sugar rush. Thor had been eating all day, and didn’t seem to understand the concept of waiting in lines even with fast passes sometimes.

Tony had become the designated bag holder and constantly looking out to make sure Peter didn’t wander off. Nat was really enjoying this family time and she loved the big rides.

When you finally got on the teacups, you, Peter, Wanda, and Thor sat in one and were spinning it as fast as you could, laughing your heads off, while the rest just sat on the ride not even bothering to spin theirs while they relaxed and chatted, laughing at the four of you who would fly by screaming.

  You rode the backwards roller coaster with Tony as you insisted on seeing his reaction. He held onto you and laughed his sweet laughter while you squealed at the backwards drop. 

 You rode the tall swings with Bucky. You both sat behind Peter and Sam and got in trouble for continuously kicking the back of their seat while waiting for the ride to start. 

You sat between Steve and Natasha on the ship ride and Steve would place his hand on your chest when the ride would get to a really steep part to double make sure you wouldn’t fall out. 

  You and Wanda screamed as you went upside down on the loop de loop roller coaster. 

There was one roller coaster that was indoors and was in the dark with flashing lights. You rode that with Thor and cried with laughter at his reactions. 

  You rode the old bumpy wooden roller coaster with Sam and he swore it was going to break. 

There was a water ride that sat 8 people at a time and that was quite funny as you sat next to Peter and Natasha and would laugh your heads off when someone across from you would get splashed. Especially Sam and Bucky. 

Finally, it was time for the last ride of the day. The one you’d been dreading. The drop tower. You sat between Steve and Bucky. 

   “You’re gonna be okay. I got you. Remember, you’re brave!” Steve reassured you. 

You nodded as the worker pushed the lap bar in. 

Bucky just chuckled at you and squeezed your thigh. 

 The ride went up and you were actually enjoying the view. It wasn’t new to you, because Peter had brought you up on skyscrapers before.

  “Here we go!” Steve said, and with that the ride dropped making you scream while Steve and Bucky just laughed and laughed. 

  “Oh that was so scary!” You said as the ride slowed. 

  “That was underwhelming.” Peter said from next to Steve.

  “Because you're used to this feeling.” Tony said. “But so am I… Didn't scare me either. Just nearly lost my sunglasses."

…

You climbed in the van, tired and face hot from the sunshine.

  “Well, I say that was a great way to end the trip!” Pepper said from the front seat.

Everyone agreed. You and Peter raved about all the fun you had on the rides before you both ended up falling asleep on the way back to the cabin. You dreamt you were holding your shining sword on the rainbow bridge in Asgard. Thor and Loki were with you, teaching you how to use it. When you woke up, you were laying on Steve’s chest. He was also asleep. You pulled into the cabin ten minutes later and everyone climbed out of the van. 

  “I really want to cool off in the pool!” You said, running in to change into your swimsuit. 

  “I really want a cup of coffee.” Steve said tiredly. His hair was messy and Spider-Man face paint was smeared on his shirt. 

…

  Everyone was hanging out at the pool, swimming or chilling in the lounge chairs. You, Peter, and Thor were standing in a circle in the pool joking around. 

  “Well, this has been fun. I should be leaving here soon.” Thor said softly. 

  “How soon?” You and Peter asked in unison. 

  “The sun is setting, so it’s time.” He sighed. “My kingdom needs me to return.”

You felt your heart sink. You thought you wouldn’t have to say goodbye until tomorrow morning. Thor saw the sadness on your face and he brushed his thumb on your cheek. He got out of the pool and began drying off. He put his hand out to wield Mjolnir. You and Peter dried off as well and you put your cover up on. He got Mjolnir and his armor appeared back on his body. He went around saying his goodbyes. 

Peter hugged Thor, trying not to cry. He and Thor had become close on this trip. 

  “Sharing a room with a god wasn’t so bad afterall.” Peter sniffed.

Thor ruffled his hair. 

  “I look forward to when I see you again, Peter.”

Everyone said their goodbyes, except you. You waited. 

Thor turned to you and gestured for you to follow him out to the grass where he would leave. 

   “Princess…” Thor spoke softly, kneeling to your height. 

You looked at the ground, trying your best to fight the tears welling up in your eyes.

  “Hey.” Thor cooed, placing his index finger under your chin for you to look up at him. 

  “You are going to see me again, Y/n. I promise.”

  “Promise?”

  “Promise.” Thor reassured, eyes soft. “Who else is going to teach you how to use your new sword, huh?”

Your eyes twinkled. 

  “You’re meant to be something great. Never forget that, Princess.” He said, almost having to hold back tears himself. 

You stood there a moment, wracking your brain for what to say before he leaves. You couldn’t put how you felt into words. Only one sentence came close enough. You placed your hands on his shoulders and sighed. 

  “I- I love you.” 

You finally just let your tears flow. 

Thor’s eyes danced with love and he smiled. 

  “I love you, Princess.” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and squeezed him in a hug as he wrapped his strong arms around your torso. You sat there a minute before he finally stood up.

   He stood back, Mjolnir in hand. 

  “You better not be gone too long! Come back as soon as you can!” You urged. 

  “...Anything for you, Princess.” Thor whispered, winking at you. 

Even with teary eyes, you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face.

And with that, he was gone. 

…

You entered the quiet cabin while everyone was still outside. The AC made your feet cold on the wooden floor. You walked upstairs with heaviness in your heart. You entered you and Natasha’s room. You opened the closet to look at your dress Thor gave you and your sword. You picked up what was currently a knife and stood in front of the mirror. You were going to try to will it back to its original size. You stood in a steady stance and began to focus, until something shiny caught your eye in the mirror. You turned around and saw the golden cup with rubies on your bedside table. You placed your tiny sword on the bed and walked over to the cup. There was a note attached to it. 

  A little something to cheer you up, in case you missed me already. -Thor

                                                                                              

You chuckled at the note and took a sip from the cup. 

Y/n and Thor’s Memories

Suddenly there was a loud thundering noise and a crash outside. Peter’s eyes widened. You knew that sound. You and Peter raced out to the white front porch. 

  “Hello roommate! I am here to keep you company and join you all on your… What do you call it? Vacation! Yes! Hahaha!” Thor laughed, referring to Peter as his roommate.   

“THOOOOR!” You screamed, running to his arms.He smiled brightly at you, lifting you up in the air before engulfing you in a big hug. You laughed with glee. You hadn’t seen him in what felt like forever. 

  “My sweet Y/n. I’ve missed you.” He said, kissing your cheek. 

  “I missed you so much.”

  “So uuuh… You’re going to be sharing the room with me?” Peter asked, shifting in his place, his hands resting awkwardly on his hips.

  “Yes! Haha it’s going to be great!” Thor said, tossing his hammer under a tree.

Peter thought “Wow. Sharing a room with a god is pretty freaking awesome. But this might be a disaster.”

 Thor rested you on his hip and carried you inside, following Peter.

 You waited on the back deck, talking with Thor about his latest adventures when you heard a loud scream from inside, startling you both. It sounded like bloody murder. Both you and Thor leapt to your feet. Thor pushed you behind him and stuck his arm out. VVVWWRAAAUUUMM! Thor wielded Mjolnir in his right hand. It took you a second to realize the scream belonged to Peter. You were scared. You knew this vacation was too good to be true. Some kind of trouble would follow you all here and it would be ruined. 

  “YOU BURN!” Tony yelled from inside the house. You’d never heard him yell like that. You gripped Thor’s shirt tighter. 

  “Th-Thor..” You whispered, shaking.

  “Shh baby, I’ve got this.” assured Thor as he made his way toward the door. 

Suddenly, a sprinting Peter pushed past him. “NOOOOOO!” 

Tony followed after him… with a can of sunscreen. You felt as if you just caught your breath. Thor snatched Peter up by the back of his shirt. 

  “What is this madness?” Thor asked angrily. 

  “HE’S TRYING TO PUT SUNSCREEN ON ME!” Peter screeched. 

  “YOU BURN TOO EASILY. I hate to break it to ya Pete, but you’re not stronger than the sun!” Tony shouted, pointing directly at the sun. 

You clutched your chest from the fear you had previously endured, but couldn’t help but start giggling. 

 “It has been a while since I’ve tickled Y/n.” Thor raised his eyebrow at you and a giant swarm of butterflies flooded your stomach. 

  “Go for it! She loves it!” Steve smirked. 

  “NO I DON’T!” You defended. 

Steve gave you that look and you gave him a shut up shut up shut up look. 

 “Yes! Get her, Thor!” Tony encouraged. 

Thor smirked and slowly stood up. You started giggling nervously, and took off running toward the house. You ran so fast through the grass that your flip flops flew off. You could hear him coming toward you, and right when you reached the steps, he caught you. You let out a scream and he just laughed evilly. He carried you like a baby back to his seat while you pathetically tried to get away. 

  “What’s the matter, princess?” Thor asked as he walked across the grass.  

  “Ihihihi aham scahahared!” 

  “Don’t be scared! I’m just spending time with my Y/n is all! I might make her laugh a bit!” Thor said in a terribly teasing tone. 

  “Ohohoho noooo.” You whined, super nervous and flustered. 

He plopped down with you in his seat and held you while you braced yourself. 

  “This is a very nice fire, isn’t it.” Thor asked everyone casually, still holding you like a baby. 

You looked up at him confused. Did he change his mind? He had a small smirk on his godly face and his blue eyes twinkled with mischief. Thor looked down at you and pretended to be shocked. 

  “Oh! Y/n! Haha I almost forgot! I was going to give you tickles!” He exclaimed and dug his wiggling fingers right into the middle of your tummy. Okay, THAT tickles. 

You began howling with laughter and a huge smile spread across Thor’s face. 

  “Y/n loves tickles!” He exclaimed, still tickling your tummy as you were stuck in his arms. 

You didn’t want to get away anyway, but you also did because of how much it tickled.

After a while of tummy tickling, he stopped and you caught your breath, a big smile on your face. 

  “On Asgard, we have different ways to tickle!” Thor began while you waited anxiously. “Do you know what it feels like to be pecked by a raven? Here, let me show you!” He teased as he began poking and wiggling each one of your ribs, while you squealed with laughter. He chuckled at you. 

He continued tickling your ribs for a while until he stopped again. 

   “Oh and do you know what it’s like when a dragon breathes fire?” He asked. 

You shook your head with a nervous smile. 

  “It’s like this!” He shouted before lifting you up, blowing multiple raspberries on your tummy. His raspberries were the most ticklish ones you’ve ever felt, and his beard added to it. Your laughter fell silent and he stopped again. 

 “Buck.. Steve… Thor wins.” You said catching your breath, referring to the question they asked you this morning. They both just laughed. 

  “I win what?” Thor asked. 

  “Your raspberries tickle the most!” You said bashfully. 

  “They do?” Thor asked with a grin. “What about my knee tickles?” He began squeezing and scribbling on your knees and you went straight back to squealing with adorable laughter in Thor’s arms, failing to escape the tickling on your sensitive knees. He then began to squeeze your thighs and you laughed like crazy. It tickled so much you thought you might die. 

  “Tickle tickle tickle!” Thor taunted as he now began to dig into your underarms. You fell in and out of silent laughter. 

  “THOHOHOR! STAHAHAP! THAT TIHIHICKLES!” You shouted through your laughter. This was unbearable.

  “It’s supposed to tickle, Y/n/n! I’m tickling you!” Thor said. 

  “I CAHAHAN’T!” You wheezed.

Thor chuckled and had mercy on you while you caught your breath. 

  “Would you like for me to stop?” He asked, still laughing along with you. 

You didn’t want to say “yes” and you didn’t have the courage to say “no,” so you just kept giggling. 

  “I’ll take that as a “no!”’ Thor grinned, before reaching down to scribble the bottom of your feet. 

You laughed so hard that you had to get him to stop, so you reached up and tickled his neck. He laughed his low, handsome laugh. 

  “Hey! I’m the one tickling you!” He teased sweetly, before scribbling all over your neck and collarbones. He had tickled you so much that your laughter had become hoarse and he knew you had enough. 

  “Did that tickle?” He asked with a big smile, while gently tickling your belly button. 

  “Yehehes!” You giggled. 

  “Good!” He said, ceasing his tickling and giving you a kiss on the cheek. 

Suddenly, Thor burst through the door. 

  “Princess, you are hereby sentenced to grounding for running off!” He declared. “Young Peter has also been banished. I locked him in the closet.” He joked, as he dramatically stormed toward you. 

  You burst out laughing at him as he snatched you up, making sure to be careful with your leg, and threw you over his shoulder while you giggled.

 “Thor. I need your help.” You said to the god who was currently relaxing in a hammock. He jumped to his feet. 

  “Anything for you, Princess!” He said in an up-beat tone, but his face fell when he saw yours. 

  “I want you to take me to Asgard. I want to go right now.” You almost demanded. 

  “Now? But what about the others? Wouldn’t you want to tell them?”

  “All I need is you, Thor, please. You promised.” You began to cry. 

Sorrow and confusion filled Thor’s eyes. He wasn’t sure this was the right thing to do, but he sighed and wielded Mjölnir.

  “Anything for you, Princess…”

Thor lifted you up and wrapped you tightly in his arms, lifting the magnificent hammer to the sky. 

 “Heimdall!” 

You clutched your chest in awe. In front of you stood the golden kingdom, and you stepped down onto the rainbow bridge. Tears filled your eyes. 

  “Thor… it’s more beautiful than I ever could’ve imagined. I don’t even deserve to be here.” You awed. 

  “Of course you do! I have always wanted to bring you here. I knew you’d love it.” He beamed. 

  “Love is an understatement.” You whispered in amazement, walking on the bridge towards the kingdom. 

 You and Thor were now sitting out on a balcony off the side of the castle. You both were lounging on a soft, dark purple couch with matching gold pillows, sharing a warm drink out of a fancy golden cup decorated with rubies. 

  “I think we should stay here forever, Thor.”

Thor smirked, taking the cup from you and setting it aside. “You play too much, Princess.” He growled, tackling you into the pillows, tickling your tummy. 

You shrieked in surprise before being consumed in uncontrollable laughter. Thor laughed his low, handsome laugh as he tickled you. You blushed as his large hands wrapped almost all the way around your torso, digging his thumbs into the middle of your tummy. 

  “Ticklish Princess! That’s what you are!” He stated casually, looking down at you adoringly. 

  “I AM NOHAHAHAT!”

  “Now, now, why are you lying? Tell me!” He teased, slipping his hands under your arms. 

Your laughter went up an octave. You tried to thrash around but Thor effortlessly held you in place. You tried to speak, but you couldn’t due to your laughter. Your cheeks and ears burned bright red. Thor couldn’t help but smile at you. He always adored you. You had grown up over the years, but this was something he knew you’d never grow out of. 

   “THOHOHOR! Nohohoho! Not there!” You shrieked as he wiggled his fingertips roughly (but always gently) into your ribs. You tried to turn on your side, but still, you were stuck. 

  “Why are you trying to protest? I know you love tickles!” Thor laughed. 

You swore you turned like 100 shades redder. 

  “No! Thahahahat’s not true!!” You shouted through your laughter, flustered. 

  “Oh, it’s not? Okay, I’ll stop.” Thor said, letting you go and crossing his arms against his chest. 

How dare he stop!

You stared at him with a shocked expression, a smile gracing your lips. He sat back, arms still folded, and a sly smirk on his face. 

  “Hey!” You giggled, scribbling your fingers against his chest.  

  “Haha! I knew you wouldn’t want me to stop.” He laughed, prying your hands away and latching his hands around your sides, squeezing. 

Your bubbly laughter came back and eventually increased when Thor began fluttering his fingers around your neck. You scrunched your shoulders only to trap his fingers. 

  “Okahahhahay! Okahahay! I cahahan’t take ihihit!” You exclaimed, meaning it this time. 

  “But I thought you liked it!” Thor teased, tormenting your sensitive neck and collarbones. 

  “Nohoho!” Your laughter went silent and Thor knew to let up. 

You caught your breath while you and Thor leaned back into the pillows facing each other. 

Loki swung open a beautiful wardrobe and began shuffling through dresses. Thor began playing with your hair. 

“We always wanted a little sister.” Thor admitted. 

You smiled at yourself as you watched Thor braid your hair.   

“This is the one.” Loki announced, holding up a dress that you couldn’t help but gasp at.   

“For me?!” You asked.

Thor and Loki nodded. They left so you could put it on. 

  You twirled in front of the mirror in your floor length, long sleeved, lavender Asgardian dress. You felt like a princess.  

 “You look lovely!” Loki said with a clap.  

 “Thank you, Loki.” You smiled.  

 “I’m glad you like it, because it’s yours, Princess.” Thor said.  

“She had my permission. I wouldn’t have taken her if it wasn’t completely safe.” Thor added. 

  “You cannot honestly say that it was completely safe.” 

  “With me? I can honestly say that. If you think I would put Y/n in any harm-” Thor, angry, got very close to Steve. 

You smiled at her and jumped to your feet in the middle of the living room in front of everyone, ready to tell them everything. 

  “SO. Thor lifted his hammer and the next thing I know-” You began excitedly, going into every detail, gushing over the experience. 

Everyone smiled, eagerly listening, as you stood in your stunning purple dress telling them the story. 

  Thor leaned against the wall, beaming with pride. He really loved you and he was proud that he helped you and you were yourself again. 

“I’m gonna restart it.” You said for the fifth time. 

  “I’m sure you’re doing a lovely job, Y/n.” Thor encouraged. 

 Suddenly, Tony stepped out on the porch. He was nearly ready and you could smell his cologne. You liked that smell. 

 “Hey Nat, you’ve got a call from Barton.” Tony said, holding up his phone. 

 “Oh okay, I’ll be right there. Thor, can you finish her hair, please?” She asked, stepping inside. 

 “Of course!” Thor said, standing up. Your progress on the new braid fell from his hair. 

 “Aww. That one was looking straighter!” You whined. 

Thor chuckled and began running his fingers on the nape of your neck, collecting your hair. It made you shiver and scrunch your shoulders. 

 “Does that tickle?” He asked with a smirk. 

You got butterflies and blushed, but you nodded. 

 “Now why doesn’t that surprise me?” He asked, sarcasm in his voice. 

You rolled your eyes and let him finish your hair. 

When he was done, he picked you up and threw you high in the air, making you shriek. He caught you and you giggled. 

 “Well, I was going to say we could have a fire tonight, but it looks like there’s a storm coming through the night.” Tony said, catching everyone’s attention. 

  “WOW. WAIT TO GO, THOR! WAY TO RUIN EVERYTHING!” You joked, making everyone laugh. 

  “Y/N Buchanan I will fight you in the middle of this restaurant, right here right now.” He threatened jokingly. 

You gave him a challenging smirk. 

Thor pulled you to the ground by surprise and laid you face up on his chest and held your arms above your head, and wrapped one of his legs around both of your legs. 

  “Natasha, if you’d like to tickle Y/n, now is your opportunity!” Thor said. 

  “NOHOHOHO! I’ve been tickled so much today! I can’t take any more!” You lied. 

  “Sure you can!” Nat teased, dancing her long nails all over your neck. 

You laughed for the millionth time today, but Nat’s tickles were different. Her long nails caused a ticklish sensation that Steve or Tony didn’t have. Their tickles were more rough, and hers were gentler, but still would drive you quite mad. 

  “Nahahat! Plehehehase! Nohohot my neheheck!” 

  “Tummy it is then!” She giggled, dancing her fingers on your belly under your shirt. 

You squealed and laughed while Thor held you in place. He was smiling ear to ear, and thought it would be funny to blow some raspberries on the back of your neck. 

   “These sides look luscious!” Nat teased, now moving to scribbling your sides. 

You fell between your belly laughter and silent laughter, which everyone found very amusing. 

Nat was now pinching your hips while Thor squeezed you in a hug and was rubbing his beard on your neck. You just giggled, because this didn’t tickle quite as badly as before, and you were quite loving being loved-on at the moment. 

“Y/n… I might be gone for long periods of time, but it’s only because I am needed on Asgard,  or elsewhere. It does not mean that I do not miss you. You are so special to me, little one.”

  “You’re special to me too.” You launched into his arms and hugged him, making him chuckle.

  “Thank you for telling me the truth, Y/n.”

  You gave him a small smile and a nod. 

“Let’s go to bed now.” Thor said, lifting you up off the counter and setting you down. 

Tony allowed Peter to drive the car back to the cabin. You sat in the passenger’s seat and Thor sat in the back. You had all the windows rolled down, blasting music. Peter was singing at the top of his lungs with you. Thor didn’t really know any of the music, but he enjoyed it as he was eating a party size bag of potato chips. It was a great time all the way back to the cabin.

Thor smiled and lifted you up in a hug. You left the sword in the box as Thor carried you out of the room.

  “I’m so proud of you sweet Y/n. I know that sword belongs to you and when I’m not here, it gives me peace of mind knowing you have great protection, and now you can better defend yourself.” Thor said. 

You hugged his neck tighter.

  “When I am here though… “ He trailed off. “I’m not so sure you can defend yourself.” 

  “What do you mean?” You asked confused. 

  “You can’t protect yourself from me!” He teased, laying you on the ground in the middle of the hallway upstairs. 

  “OH NO THOR COME ON!” 

  “MWAUHAHAHA!” Thor evilly laughed as he tickled all over your belly and sides.

 You just fell into laughter, not trying so hard to fight back. You just loved Thor and you dreaded him leaving. 

His large fingers roughly danced across your belly as you pushed at them yet you couldn’t manage to stop him as he tickled you. You just laid there and took it, laughing weakly. Thor chuckled and finally stopped, pulling you to your feet.

You blushed and playfully slapped his arm. 

He ruffled your hair. 

End of Y/n and Thor’s Memories

  You opened your eyes and sat on the bed, the happiest feeling danced in your chest. You felt so thankful that you got to make so many great memories on this trip. You heard laughter coming from outside.

You walked over to the open window and placed your hands on the sill. You saw your family surrounding the pool. The sky was falling dark and the string lights and tiki torches were lit. Steve was hanging Peter over the pool by his ankle and everyone was laughing. Tony was getting a fire started in the firepit as Pepper brought out marshmallows, Hershey bars, and graham crackers. 

  “It’s not over yet.” You whispered to yourself and left your room to join them.

[livingincolorsagain]

It was an unusually cold evening, even for mid December. It didn’t really snow in Delacroix, no matter how low the temperature dropped, but the cold was still biting, the wind blowing loud and nearly freezing, carrying dead brown leaves in a whirl outside the window.

Bucky sat at the kitchen table, eyes going from the window to the door to the pots on the stove, watching as the steam grew thinner and thinner, then disappeared.

His patience was growing thinner, too.

He wasn’t mad, not really. He knew stuff happened all the time, airports were crazy this time of the year, and the roads were almost constantly busy, people rushing back and forth for the holidays.

He knew, deep down, that the tight feeling in his chest wasn’t anger, but an everlasting worry. It was the same worry that sat there every time Sam was away, growing stronger and stronger until Bucky saw and held him again.

Another hour went by before Bucky heard the familiar sound of their truck pulling up in the driveway.

The minutes dragged by until the front door opened, and there he was, wind blown and exhausted and probably smelling like stale airplane air. He was the best thing Bucky had ever laid his eyes on; arms full with a big bouquet of flowers held awkwardly under his armpit and the big, fancy scarf Bucky got him wrapped up around something, big yellow eyes and soft little meows peeking out of the expensive fabric.

Bucky blinked, eyes going from the bundle to the flowers to Sam’s warm brown eyes and bright smile.

“Hey, baby,” Sam said brightly. “So, you won’t believe what I found on the side of the road when I was driving home.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “It wasn’t the flowers, was it?”

Sam went on as if Bucky didn’t say a thing. “This poor guy. It’s really cold outside, he was shaking. And all the cars were just driving by! Look how small he is, I had to take him in, he could’ve died. You’re not allergic to cats, are you? Because I already ran to Target and bought litter and food. Oh, and I got you flowers, and those tree-shaped Reese’s you like. They’re still in the truck, though, he was throwing a fit so I had to bring him in.”

Bucky stared at him, something so warm and fuzzy buzzing in his chest.

“I’m not allergic,” he ended up saying, voice soft and unspeakably fond.

Sam beamed, unwrapping the bundle and letting the cat down on the floor.

“You’re late because of this?” Bucky asked, watching as the cat looked around the place cautiously and curiously.

“He’s stubborn,” Sam said, looking away from the cat to look at Bucky as he held up the bouquet. “Almost didn’t want my help.”

Bucky shook his head and opened his arms, and finally, finally Sam stepped into them, burying his face in Bucky’s neck and a cold hand under his sweater and over his undershirt, a little sigh escaping him as he leaned all of his weight on Bucky.

All the worry seeped out of Bucky’s skin, like it always did when Sam was back in his arms, whole and unharmed, and he pulled him closer, running his hands up and down his back to warm him up.

“I made soup,” he said, and smiled when Sam chuckled.

“I knew I married you for a reason,” Sam said, pulling back a little to press a kiss to Bucky’s lips, ruining it by laughing when the cat started meowing aggressively at them for being ignored for so long.

“Okay, you take care of that and heat up the soup,” Bucky said as he grabbed the flowers. “I’m gonna bring the rest of the stuff in.”

Sam leaned in for another kiss. “Love you.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and bit back a smile. “Yeah, yeah. Love you, too.”