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saiyanprincessswanie · 1 year

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1655

Summary: You and Bucky were online shopping and stumbled upon funny underwear. Without the other knowing you each purchase a pair. How will you each react to the silliness?

Warnings: Fluff, silliness, (s)mut, (o)ral (F & M), Daddy (K)ink

A/N: This is just a silly fic I wrote do to the photo above that Amazon advertised on my FB page lol.

A/N 2: Thank you to my beta readers @lfnr-blog-blog-blog & @pigwidgeonxo

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You were on the couch surfing around Amazon when you found something that caught your eye. You lightly chuckled to yourself but Bucky who was on his laptop stopped working.

“What are you laughing at pretty girl?” Bucky's voice was deep and had a hint of amusement behind it.

“Oh nothing, just found something amusing online.” You clicked “buy now” and thanks to Prime it was going to arrive the next day. “What are you up to? Almost done with work?”

Bucky’s face heated up in what looked to be embarrassment as he did a couple of clicks and slammed his laptop closed. “Oh yeah, I’m all done now.”

“Care to share what made you all red? Looking at something sexy?”

“On the computer? Don’t be like that, I have exactly what I want. She is sexy, smart, funny, beautiful, and all mine.”

Bucky got up from the table and slowly stalked over to you. You set your laptop on the coffee table as he dropped onto the couch caging you in.

“Let’s say we take this in the bedroom and I show you how sexy you are.” Bucky huskily spoke in your ear before sitting up and pulling you with him. He tossed you over his shoulder and carried you to bed.

The next day you checked the mail and noticed two packages, one addressed to you and the other to Bucky. You opened yours and took a look at the pair of panties you bought. You chuckled to yourself as you made your way to wash and dry them.

Later when they were cleaned and dried Bucky came home. You saw him take his package and disappeared. After a few minutes, you heard the washer going. He must have bought a shirt you thought to yourself. As you go about your evening cooking for the both of you Bucky scurries past you with an article of clothing. You couldn’t see what he was carrying but you didn’t think much of it.

After dinner, you and Bucky relaxed on the couch watching tv until bedtime. You yawned and stretched looking up at Bucky. “I’m going to get ready for bed.”

“Sounds good sweetheart I will be right behind you.” Bucky smiled at you as you headed towards the bedroom. Once you reached the bedroom you quickly went to your dresser and pulled out the panties. Then you went to Bucky’s closet and pulled out one of his henleys. This was going to be perfect.

Heading to the bathroom you did your nightly routine of getting ready for bed. You caught a glimpse of Bucky grabbing boxer briefs from his dresser. He went to get changed as you were finishing up. When you were done you seductively walked out to see Bucky shirtless and under the covers. As you reached the end of the bed you crawled up the bed to him, swaying your hips while he bit his lip looking at you. You crawled up his body and sat on his hips.

“God sweetheart, you look good enough to eat. But first I want my henley off you.” He slowly slid the shirt up your body and pulled it off of you leaving you only in your panties. His eyes took in your half-naked form and as his eyes scanned over you they landed on the panties. “Caution slippery when wet?” That had Bucky laughing hard. You joined him in laughing together.

“What, you don’t like my new panties?” You say in between giggles, your eyebrows wiggled as he continued to laugh.

“No, it’s not that doll. It’s just that… climb off my lap for a minute.” You crawled off and sat next to him. Bucky pulled down the covers and your eyes went wide. You started to laugh hysterically as you saw his boxer briefs that read “caution choking hazard.”

You fell to the bed laughing knowing you each bought the same product. The odds of buying the same thing were astronomical. Both your laughter started to calm down as you rolled over to your side to look at him.

“We really are meant to be together,” you say while smiling at him.

“That we are sweetheart. So do I get to see if your caution sign is real? You wet for me?” Bucky’s voice dropped an octave and you swore you grew wet instantly for him.

You shook your head no. “I want to see if what you have underneath is a choking hazard first.” Your hand caressed the bulge that the boxer briefs were hiding. Sitting up, you pulled the boxer briefs off Bucky and threw them onto the floor. Your eyes took in the size of his cock and your mouth watered. You lean down and lick the tip of his cock causing him to shudder. Your eyes lock with his blue ones as you slowly take him in your mouth. What your mouth couldn’t finish taking your hand wrapped around him to stroke his length. Up and down you sucked him down. Every now and then taking more of him in until he reaches your throat. The first time he hits your throat you gag around him, tears filling your eyes, and that pulls a groan from Bucky. You relax your throat the best you can as you go up and down on him. Bucky fists his hands in your hair as you continue to bob your head as his cock works down your throat. Your eyes are tearing up the more you choke around him. You cupped his sack and started to fondle them as you swirled your tongue around him. This made Bucky let out a moan. Up and down, faster and faster you go until finally Bucky cums with a shout of your name. He tenses up as rope after rope of cum goes down your throat. You make sure you get every last drop and swallow.

“Fuck sweetheart that was amazing.” Bucky looks down at you and sees your teary eyes and he swears you’re beautiful just the way you look. “Now let me see if it's really slippery while wet between those thighs. Bucky lays you down on the bed and makes his way between your legs. He rubs your panties and smiles up at you. “You’re soaked doll. I’m going in for a closer inspection. Pulling your panties down your legs he throws the pair on the floor with his boxer briefs.

Bucky puts both your legs over his shoulders so you are wide open for him. Leaning down he does his first lap of your wetness. When you groan he parts your lips and does it again. His tongue feels amazing as he starts to eat you like a man starved. His beard is starting to get wet the more he dives back in and takes you apart. You start panting out his name as his fingers replace his tongue and his mouth finds your clit. Your back lightly arches as his two fingers fuck you in earnest. Your silky walls keep pulling his fingers back inside you as your breaths start picking up.

He knows you are close and he is patiently waiting for you to crest that mountain. His mouth latches on to your clit and he sucks it, his tongue flicking it every other time. Finally, he gives you what you want and rubs against your sweet spot deep inside you. In moments you are crying out his name as you cum for him. His mouth continues to eat you out until you are pulling on his hair as your hips stop rocking against him. Bucky pulls away gently, kneeling between your legs and you see his beard is completely soaked.

He is licking his lips as he flips you over onto your stomach and pulls your hips up. “Someone completely soaked my beard and god do I love it.” In one fluid motion, Bucky was sinking deep inside your core. He sets a firm, deep pace as he wants to pull the most noises out of you that drive him wild. Every thrust in and out has you begging for more.

“Bu-Bucky…Harder, please!” Your fingers hold onto the sheets underneath you as Bucky starts to plow harder into you.

“Is this what my doll wants? Daddy deep inside her pussy? Want me to fuck you stupid?” He asks in that deep voice you love so much.

“Yes! Please, Daddy. I need it, I need you!”

Bucky obliges, going deeper and harder. Skin slapping against skin fills the air and takes you apart. Your whines and moans are music to his ears as he fucks you with earnest. Every time your pussy tightens around his cock Bucky lets out a growl. Your whines keep getting louder and louder until finally, you’re cumming around his cock. A few more hard strokes and Bucky is right behind you cumming deep inside you. After a few lazy thrusts, he pulls out of you and both of you collapse on the bed.

“Buying those panties was one of your best ideas sweetheart,” Bucky says as he kisses your shoulder.

Catching your breath you smile at him. “Those boxer briefs were perfect. We need to do this again sometime.” Bucky nods his head as he gets out of bed to grab a washcloth for you to clean with. Once you've cleaned up you crawl under the covers with Bucky right behind you. He spoons you from behind and kisses your neck.

“Good night sweetheart,” he breathes against your neck.

“Goodnight Buck,” you whisper before you fall asleep.

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marvelslut16 · 7 months

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Acquaint Yourself With The Avengers

Prompt number: 29 "That's all? Easy."

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!reader

Rating: E(veryone)

Word count: 4.2k+

Warnings: Maybe some swearing. Slow Burn? Reality TV show hate. Bucky (and readers') self hatred. Talk of death.

A/N: Hey guys! I feel like I've been gone forever- work is killing me! But I'm back for Fictober and I'm really hoping I'll finally do the whole month. This is part 1 of 2 I think- but I'm open to writing more in this universe. Part two will be up in a few days if not tomorrow. I have never watched a reality TV show, so please bare with me for the mistakes I no doubt made.

“This has to be a joke,” you deadpan, throwing the joke of a contract onto the table in front of you. Steve murmurs in agreement on your left, and an increasingly uncomfortable Bucky shifts in his seat to Steve’s left. “Tony, reality shows are crap. What were you thinking?”

“This is coming from higher up than me,” he rubs his temples, giving away his exasperation. Over the years Tony started to slowly step out of the spotlight, no longer seeking out media coverage. “It’s directly from Fury, and the few Congress members that are still on our side. Since the Accord drama our ratings have been dipping, we need them to see that underneath it all we’re just human.”

“And if I don’t agree to it?” your voice hardens as you have a staring contest with the billionaire.

“Then you’re out.”

“So you’re telling me if I don’t exploit my life, if we all don’t exploit our lives- we’re kicked to the curb. Just like that? Years of work and helping people just flushed down the toilet?” you’re on the verge of angry tears.

Your mother had drilled into your brain since you were a young impressionable child, that reality shows were trash, that they did more harm than good. The worse things people did on these shows the more famous they got, it teaches young children that they’ll get rewarded for their bad behavior. You wonder what she would think of you now, about to agree to become that trash just so you can continue to help the people that are bound to talk shit about each and every one of your friends online.

“I agree with (Y/N/N),” Steve finally speaks up, quickly glancing at Bucky’s clenched fists. “Bucky shouldn’t be subjected to having twenty cameras shoved in his face, not so soon after rejoining society.”

It’s been a month since Bucky came to live with everyone at the newly built compound, he had spent the previous three months after the Accords in Wakanda receiving the best help Shuri could provide. You wouldn’t say that you and Bucky are friends, but you two are definitely friendlier than he is with most of the team. You’ve never pushed him to talk, you two can sit in peaceful silence, something Sam does regularly because of his experience with PTSD and the benefits of talking about it.

“You’re just worried that more people are going to start speculating that you're dating him,” Sam joins the conversation, referencing the newest gossip article published today. Some ‘news’ site wrote a fifteen paragraph article speculating on a non-existent romance between the super soldiers, stemming from one single photo of Steve standing half in front of Bucky and pushing a camera out of his face on the way into a restaurant- for a team dinner.

“On the topic of relationships, I don’t really want a bunch of cameras in mine and Clint’s,” Natasha speaks up from the other side of the table, Clint nods along.

“The last thing people need is hours of footage of Vis and me to analyze and bully us about, I already get enough judgment and hate,” Wanda adds, crossing her arms over her chest. Vis rests a comforting hand on her soldier, he’s learned enough about human emotions- especially Wanda’s- to know not to add anything.

“You guys are overreacting,” Sam rolls his eyes. “Plus this could be a good time to promote things we’re passionate about, like group therapy for Veterans.”

“It sounds fun,” Thor booms, you roll your eyes. No one will say anything about him, he’s conventionally attractive, has a sexy accent, and he’s a literal God. He has nothing but adoring fans.

“All publicity is good publicity,” Tony grimaces. “We can’t go any lower, we’re already at the bottom of the barrel.”

“Peter’s lucky he’s a minor and anonymous,” you pout, out of the corner of your eye you can see Bucky crack a small smile. With that one final comment you're signing the contract, because at the end of the day you’ll do whatever it takes to be able to help those in need. Everyone has a similar vein of thought, all signing their own contracts.

Later that night you're sitting in the living room with Bucky, the News is playing in the background, but neither of you had been paying it any mind. You’re too focused on coming up with worst case scenarios about the impending reality show. Bucky can practically hear the gears whirring in your head, he keeps glancing over at you to make sure you're okay. Not that you notice because you're too wrapped up in your own little world.

“What if they edit it to make one of us the villain?” you ask out of nowhere, this is the first time you’ve broken the peaceful silence in the months you’ve been sitting with him. “Sorry, forget I said anything, I’m gonna head to bed.”

“It’ll be me,” Bucky whispers when you stand up from the couch. “They’ll take this opportunity to show everyone what a monster I am.”

“You aren’t a monster Bucky,” you squat down in front of him when you see that he’s staring at his lap. “You can’t be blamed for what Hydra made you do. And anyway, they usually pick an unsuspecting person on one of these shows and edit it so their words and actions are all twisted. They ruin people’s characters, not make hard hitting political statements.”

“You think they’ll target you?” he asks it like it’s a question, but it’s more of a statement.

“Yeah I do,” you sigh, standing up and plopping on the couch beside Bucky for the first time. “I’m mysterious, or at least that’s what Tony and Peter keep telling me. I don’t have a big social media presence, I do my best to avoid the paparazzi when I go out, and I very rarely speak at press conferences. If they don’t make me the villain, I’m worried they’ll hyperfocus on me until I slip up and become one.”

“I think it’ll be Vision, since he’s a robot,” Bucky adds after a minute of silence, and you can’t help but smile at him.”

Before you know it, Wednesday rolls around, and the fifteen person crew shows up to invade your lives. You start to get overwhelmed by the ten cameras they are setting up, two in a confessional area, and the other three in the living room where you are all supposed to do your opening scripted talk- where Tony will explain why you guys are doing the reality show Acquaint Yourself With The Avengers. On top of those cameras, the crew are setting up hidden and security cameras to catch the action when they aren’t there filming on the main ones. Once you're all seated on the couches- your stuffed between Bucky and Sam- the PA, Alice, comes over to talk to you all.

“So filming will happen Thursday through Tuesday most weeks, unless a big event falls on an off day, crew leaves by ten PM at the latest, and the hidden cameras will go dormant after midnight. No children will be in the final product- as requested by Scott, we can evaluate on a case by case basis if any of the rest of you choose to have children down the line and want to show them. Are there any questions?” she asks, but gives a look that screams not to ask any. “Well if there aren’t any, we should get to shooting, we’re already twenty minutes behind.”

You say your two scripted lines in the beginning scene and then zone out through the rest, you’re a little worried your face will give your lack of enthusiasm away, but none of the crew says anything so you assume you're fine. Soon enough, you're dismissed, but not allowed to go far because the first interviews for all of you are about to take place in the dining room. You and Bucky both stay firmly planted on the couch while most of the others go to the kitchen to get something to drink, or lurk in the dining room to watch said interviews- Steve being the first to be interviewed.

“Just act like the camera’s aren't there,” you say unhelpfully when you notice his gaze shifting uneasily from one camera to the next. In reality you too are struggling with them watching you from every possible angle.

“That’s all? Easy,” Bucky deadpans, a laugh bursts out of your mouth and his eyes twinkle.

“Did you just make a joke,” you laugh again, this time far quieter. For the first time since the camera crew arrived you forget they’re there, too lost in this one real moment with Bucky, too lost in his gorgeous crystal blue eyes. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen him let his guard down with anyone other than Steve.

“And if I did?” he asks playfully, leaning in closer to you, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Then I’d say do it more often, it’s a good look on you,” you grin back at him, and you're only broken out of your trance when Alice calls for Tony.

She calls you after Tony, hair and makeup come rushing over to give tiny last minute adjustments to your appearance after you're seated in front of a ring light. You start to fidget with the hem of your shirt as the PA flips through her paper to get to her list of questions about you, the suspense just making your anxiety skyrocket.

“To start off we’re just going to ask some easy and basic questions to get you warmed up. So (Y/N), you’ve been with the Avengers since it was first formed, tell us what that’s been like, and make sure you put the question in your answer.”

“I’ve been with the Avengers since 2011, I was the second one Director Fury recruited, right after Tony. I’ve loved all of the good deeds we have been able to do for people all over the world, and I’ve made some lifelong friendships too. It’s amazing being able to do something you love with the people you love.”

“Good good,” Alice nods, looking down at her questions. “Now tell us how you feel about all of the new auditions to the team since then, and don’t hold back.”

“We’ve had some pretty great people join since the seven of us were originally put together, not only are they good, friendly people, but they are also all very skilled at what they do. I love watching the team grow, it just means that we have more skills and manpower to be able to help even more people,” Alice rolls her eyes at your response.

“For this next part we’re going to put up article headlines talking about how you’re the most private Avenger, even more so than Natasha. So just tell us why you’re so private.”

“There isn’t all that much to say, I’m just a private person,” Alice makes a keep going gesture from behind the camera. “I’ve always been pretty private and I was only thrust into the limelight when I joined the Avengers Initiative. I do my job to help people not to get recognition, that’s what my career has always been about. I never felt the need to post a lot of selfies online or make a tweet about the workout I just did. People are allowed to do those things, and there’s nothing wrong with that, I’ve just never understood why people would care what I’m doing in my day to day life.”

“Do you feel safe in the compound?” the question comes out of left field and you aren’t sure why it’s being brought up.

“Of course I feel safe! I’m in a highly secured compound with my fellow Avengers, there’s nothing safer.”

“One last question, everyone is dying to know, what’s your relationship status?” Alice even seems like she’s interested in the answer.

“Like I said before, I am a very private person, but I suppose I could answer this. For the whole two people wondering about my relationship status, I am single at the moment. I’ve just been really focusing on my job, and I’ve learned that people don’t necessarily like coming second to my job and my friends.”

“Thank you,” Alice smiles. “Can you send Bucky over next?”

You do as you’re told, search out Bucky and send him on his way to the dining room. Instead of heading to sweet freedom, your room, you loiter and watch Bucky’s intro interview. “Sergeant Barnes, what has it been like joining the Avengers and how has everyone treated you?”

“It’s been okay and mostly everyone-” Bucky gets cut off by Alice.

“Make sure you put the question in your answer.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bucky is clearly starting to get agitated with all of the focus and cameras on him.

“Say something like joining the Avengers has been really good, it’s helping me get better with teamwork again blah blah blah. The team has welcomed me in and it’s reminiscent of my time in the Army, something like that,” Bucky gives one nod, turning back to the camera in front of him.

“Joining the Avengers has been really good, it’s helping me get better with teamwork again,” you bring your hands to your mouth to stifle your laugh at Bucky repeating you word for word. “The team has welcomed me in and it’s reminiscent of my time in the Army.”

“Okay,” Alice draws the word out at Bucky’s lack of originality. “Who would you say your best friends on the team are?”

“Steve,” Bucky responds without thinking, and Alice tells him to mention at least one other person. “Other than Steve, probably (Y/N).”

You're shocked, but flattered, by his response. Sure, he may have just said that because you were right there and staring at him, but maybe he meant it. Maybe all of those nights on the couch with him meant something to him.

“Oh really?” asks, clearly liking whatever spin she’ll eventually put on this conversation in editing.

“Yeah, she um, she was the first one to really welcome me and spend time with me,” he rubs his neck nervously.

“Just like (Y/N), you’re really private too,” you take a step forward seeing that the questioning is starting to put Bucky on edge.

“Cause it’s no one's business,” Alice, thankfully, doesn’t push.

“Are you ever worried you may do something to put your team members in danger?”

That’s enough!” your voice comes out firmer and louder than you imagined it would, drawing the attention of the rest of the Avengers. “Bucky isn’t going to sith there and take your abuse, his interview is done.”

You hold your hand out to him, and he jumps to grasp it, gripping it like it’s his lifeline. You’ve never touched Bucky before, and you keep your brain from running at how warm and nice his right hand feels in your own. You lead him out of the room, away from the prying eyes, and the now constant camera presence. You pull Bucky to your favorite room in the compound, the library. You deposit him on the comfy chaise lounge in the middle of the room while you go grab two books. You come back with Harry Potter for you, and The Hobbit for him, you had heard him talking to Steve about the movies once and learned he read it back in the day.

Little do you know, the littlest action of knowing Bucky’s favorite book on top of the way you stood up for him out there means more to Bucky than he’ll ever know how to express. It thaws his frozen heart just a little.

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prettybabiee · 1 year

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Suprise- Bucky Barnes x Gender neutral age regressor

note- I wrote this a while ago based on an actual experience I had with my bf. I'm actually really happy with this I think its really good

Warnings- some cussing, self-doubt about regression, VERY brief indirect mention of age p!ay (nothing bad or insinuating they are the same)

This was never supposed to happen! But now it's done. Bucky is definitely gonna break up with me. These were the only thoughts going through Y/N's head. They were frozen in their spot eyes wide at the sight of Bucky staring back at them. Bucky was just confused, he didn't know what he had just walked into. he wasn't judging, he just wanted to know what was happening. You were surrounded by stuffed animals, coloring books, fuzzy blankets, and many other child things like dolls. They were both frozen and couldn't speak not wanting to offend or explain to the other.

However the more the silence grew and Bucky just looked at them, the more they slipped into their headspace. After a few additional moments, Y/N started to tear up and let out a loud wail. They were so overwhelmed with what is happening they couldn't control how far they regressed. Bucky was stunned and didn't know what to do. What does he do in this situation?

"Fuck, what do I do? shit," Bucky asks himself. He rushes to sit in front of his crying partner. he looks around at the toys and other things around him and picks some of them up and tries to hand them to Y/N.

"No, no, no, don't cry," he pauses and picks up a stuffed animal, "Your, uhh, unicorn thing wouldn't want you crying right?" he asks putting it in her face. Y/N just cries louder, and Bucky huffs and throws the stuffed animal to the side. He continues to look down at the things surrounding his partner, and that's when he spots a pacifier.

He picks it up and shoves it in Y/N's mouth hoping it would calm them as it would a baby. To his relief it did, he figured they might have needed to be treated like a baby with the way they were behaving so far. Bucky stands up but bends down to pick Y/N up and sets them on his hip while his metal arm is wrapped around their waist securely. He bounces Y/N on his hip as he walked to the living room making them giggle softly. He sets them down on the couch and picks up the remote to put it on a random cartoon from Netflix.

Y/N focuses on the tv watching diligently while Bucky paces behind the couch trying to think of what is going on. Is this a thing that people do these days? I am an old man, I missed a lot. Should I ask Sam? Bucky paced for about five minutes thinking of what to do. He ended up taking out his phone and googling "why is my girlfriend using a pacifier and behaving like a child?"

This search brought up a lot of mixed articles and Reddit posts. He read through a couple of them and they didn't fit his situation. They mainly were guys complaining about how their wives or girlfriends were acting childish in an argument. after a whole episode of the show he put on, he finally found a Reddit post that he could relate to. scrolling through the replies he kept seeing two answers. He could immediately rule out one of them, so he searched for the other option, age regression. He found a lot of information on it and learned some things about it.

Bucky goes back to grab some of Y/N's things and brings them into the living room. He makes them a bottle of warm milk with vanilla and honey while grabbing their favorite snack that could be eaten while they are regressed. He walks back into the living room confident he could take care of his partner for the night until he does more research on age regression.

"Look honey I got you your favorite snack and a bottle of I think it's called angel milk." He says with a smile plastered on his face. Y/N looks up from their show and hums in excitement at the sight. Bucky sits down next to Y/N and takes their paci out of their mouth. He begins to feed them the snack he brought, not feeding them too much just enough for them to be satisfied after they had their milk.

"Do you want to sit in my lap while I feed you you're bottle honey bun?" he asks not wanting to overstep boundaries. Y/N slowly nods their head yes. Bucky scoops Y/N up and places them in his lap, he puts the bottle in their mouth and feeds Y/N. Once They are done Bucky burps them and sets them back down to watch tv while he washes their bottle and puts away their snacks.

Bucky looked at the time and realized it was getting late, he huffed, and walked over to turn the tv off. Y/N looked up at him sad and started to get fussy.

"Hey, hey, hey, look it's okay," Bucky picks them up from the couch and makes sure she is secure on his hip again while walking her to her room.

"how about we go to sleep? I will lay down with you if that's okay?" Y/N shakes their head, yes and Bucky lays them down and tucks them in. He lays down next to them. Y/N clung onto Bucky's arm while drifting off to sleep.

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ro-is-struggling · 2 years

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Dance With Somebody || Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky dances with you for the first time in 70 years

Warnings: pure fluff and a tiny bit of angst, mentions of the reader having some kind of healing power, set somewhere after caws so bucky is in control of his body but is having trouble remembering his past

English is not my first language

Word count: 1200

Notes: this is an idea I had for that bucky x healer reader series that I talked about a long time ago. I still want to write it, but I don’t know when I’ll have time to do it, so I wrote this instead because I thought it was too cute not to do it

"I wonder if you liked to go dancing back in the day?"

The question escaped your lips before you realized what you were saying. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and you were lying on the couch, flipping through your phone while Bucky read a book next to you. You two had met by coincidence. He had shown up injured and disoriented on your doorstep and seeing his condition you decided to help him, using your powers to cure him. When he regained consciousness the next morning you discovered that in addition to his multiple physical injuries, he had a memory loss. Bucky barely remembered anything about his past and being the curious person you were you did not hesitate to venture into the adventure that you were sure would be the road to recovering his memory.

You took it as your own responsibility to help him find the missing pieces of the puzzle, stimulating his memory with questions and activities that articles on the internet had suggested you use. It helped a little that Bucky was Captain America's supposedly deceased best friend because at least that gave you a place to start. For example, the last few weeks had been spent reading about him at the museum and touring Brooklyn, making specific stops at places you thought might be significant. The neighborhood had changed a lot since the last time he'd been there, but you hoped it would still spark some kind of response in his brain.

"What was that, doll?" Bucky asked you, pulling his eyes away from his book to look at you.

"I was wondering if you liked to dance back in the day." You repeated, closing the video of a Swing dance competition that had popped up in the recommendations and caused your question. You had a hard time imagining Bucky dancing like the people in the video. He was too tall and beefy to imagine him moving with such grace. "I mean, swing was a big thing at that time, right?"

"Yeah," he nodded with a contemplative expression. "I don't know… I think there was a place I used to go."

"Were you any good at it? Because I was looking at some videos about it and it looks like it's really complicated." You knew that the versions you had available on YouTube were probably professionalized versions of the dance and not necessarily how it was commonly danced in the 30's and 40's, but you still had a hard time imagining Bucky doing half of what the dancers did in those videos.

"I don't know, I don't remember. It's all a blur… as if I'm trying to remember someone else's life." Bucky's voice was low, sad. It hurt you to see the frustration in his eyes at not being able to remember his past with clarity. You wished there was something more you could do to help him. Your powers, while useful in healing his physical wounds, didn't seem to be able to do the same for the wounds in his mind. Or at least you didn't know how.

Determined to not let that stop you from helping him, an idea formed in your mind. "Would you like to know?" You asked him with an amused smile. "I can put on some music and we can find out for ourselves."

"It's not going to work, doll." Bucky sighed, placing the book he was reading on the coffee table. "Even if I was the best dancer of my generation I don't think it would matter now. Dancing it's not just about muscle memory, it's about passion, soul… and right now my soul is shattered."

"Oh c'mon! It'll be fun!" You tried cheering him up. You weren't very good at dancing, but you were willing to make a fool of yourself for him. "It might spark something in you."

Ignoring his protests, you unlocked the screen of your phone to look for a video of slow music that you could use to dance to. When you found one you liked, you connected the device to the speakers to amplify the melody. Playing the video you looked at Bucky with a big smile on your face and he shook his head.

"Doll." He spoke in a warning tone watching as you approached him with your hands extended in his direction.

"C'mon, pleaseee" you begged, grabbing his hands and pulling him towards you in an attempt to lift him off the couch. You knew you couldn't move him, he was much stronger and heavier than you, but you hoped he would take pity on you. "It's a slow song, it's not so hard to follow along." You pouted and Bucky finally gave in, letting out a defeated sigh.

He let you lead him to the side of the living room where you had more room to move freely. Then you put your hands on his shoulders as he took you by the waist. Looking up you met his insecure eyes. His figure towered over you, reminding you exactly how much bigger and taller he was than you. You gave him a sweet smile to calm his nerves, a silent way of telling him that he was safe with you. And then you began to move your feet to the music.

Bucky followed your lead, shifting his body from side to side in sync with yours. He moved cautiously at first, afraid of doing something wrong or stepping on you by accident. But as the seconds passed he gained more confidence, the muscles in his body remembering abilities they didn't know they possessed until that moment. His hands tightened their grip on your waist slightly, taking the initiative and marking the steps.

"How does it feel?" You asked, your voice barely a whisper as to not disturb the peaceful atmosphere that had been created.

"Good... it's easier than I thought." Bucky answered honestly, letting the melody of the music wash over him.

"See? I told you!" You exclaimed, but your celebration was interrupted when Bucky took you by the hand and surprisingly spun you around. You let out a giggle as you let him guide you, feeling like a princess in a fairy tale.

Bucky took a moment to admire your beauty—the sweet sound of your laughter and the beautiful way your hair moved in the air as you twirled. When he took you in his arms again your eyes sparkled with a glow he had never noticed before. Your lips curved into an amused smile that awakened a strange tingle inside him. It was something he hadn't felt in a long time, so much so that he had completely forgotten what it was. However, when you rested your head on his chest and his heart started pounding, Bucky understood what was happening to him.

"Did it spark anything?" You muttered against his chest, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the moment. The warmth of his body enveloped you in a soothing way and the slow, delicate rhythm at which you moved helped you relax.

"Yeah something like that." Bucky said, feeling that tingle spreading throughout his body. He was surprised to feel something like that. After all he had been through he thought he would never be able to experience the joy of love ever again, but you had just proved him wrong.

"Good, I'm glad."

"So am I, doll" he whispered against your hair, placing a delicate kiss on the top of your head. "So am I."

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x fem reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes one shot

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i-got-the-feels · 2 years

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Tagged by @ahdriking sorry this took so much time, i kept on forgetting it.

1) Pat Napat - Bad Buddy

A walkikg green flag really. A human who doesn't let his past mistakes or his family's define him and works hard on himself. He made me understand what the term comfort character meant.

2) Baek Yijin - Twenty Five Twenty One

Know how they say, that once God starts giving, they give in abundance?

Yep to meet him and Pat Napat so closely? When I needed comfort? Yep. He is kind, hard working, genuine, respectful and just over all a lovely gem of a person and deserved a happier ending.

3) Kinn Theerapanyakul - KinnPorsche

He is my TO comfort character. Know that if world ia against kinn, the world is wrong. He is such a well written character and mile did great justice in bringing all the layers of kinn to life kn screen.

4) Rahul from Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham

Resposible. Takes accountability of his actions. Understands the meaning of respect and commitment. A MAN.

5) Vincenzo from Vincenzo

Mafia consiligere who decides to put a pause on his revenge plans to help the opressed fuck the people in power and supporting a bamf lawyer whom he may have a crush on avenge her father's murder. Gets scared by make up. Is friends with pigeon. Picky abiut food. Says cool one liners. Fights without breaking a sweat but almost looses a lung when lifting bricks. Drinks espressos in really tiny cups. No like they really tiny. Has soft fluffy hair. Cries for his mom and with his mom. Forgives her. Forgives himself.

6) Kashaf Murtuza

Opposed her father's regressive values- father who abandoned her, her sisters and mother btw, to become a government officer. Sloely learns to open her heart and find the joys of romantic love and marriage

7) Grim Reaper from Goblin

THE GRIEF. THE ANGER. THE GUILT. GHE RAGE. THE HATE. THE LOVE.

8) Penelope Featherington - the book series, we don't talk about series Penelope until its to trash the shitty writing

Book Penelope never wrote an article with malignant intention. She never made fun of anyone in a vindictive manner.

9) Tony Stark - mcu

He did so much to change himself, undo his mistakes, take care of others. He just doesn't get the appreciation he deserves and tbh was taken for granted by his buddies.

9) Bucky Barnes - mcu

I feel so much for him. He is still overcoming what happened, repenting his actions as winter soldier - even when he didn't have control on them. His kindnesses, his empathy, his genuineness. Him.

I can't choose between them okay?

10) Arnav Singh Raizada - Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon

This a glimpse into my teenage days. Apparently i haven't changed all that much. I still like characters with a rough shell and soft inside. Dude saw his parents die due to his dad's cheating, had his relatives betray hik for property-developed a hard shell and lost faith in love only believing in money. Worked hard to make money and looked down on others-yep very mills and boons but khushi (the fl) actually had a backbone so a level above mills and boons.

I tag @snimeat @ommited-miscellaneously @morathicain @liyazaki @natahjikio @surajmukhis @boysbeloving @omarandjohnny @milkpansa @mrdumpling @talays-portkey and @thisnightsrevels who wants to do this.

#tag game #bad buddy #kinnporsche #twenty five twenty one #vincenzo #goblin #kabhi khushi kabhie gham #zindagi gulzar hai #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #mcu

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submissivegayfrenchboy · 6 months

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Hi, maybe you could write about being Sebastian Stans human toilet or sweat rag? He's my personal favorite actor and doesn't have a lot of fetish stories.

16 / 11 / 2023

REQUEST - SEBASTIAN STAN'S TOILET

Hey i totally understand you want to serve the gorgeous Romanian actor Sebastian Stan as his human toilet. He is a living god 😍

I loves him as a person and as an actor, he plays very well, he is gay icon and i love how he dress, whether it's for public events or in his everyday life. He is always very hot 🥵

I could looks at picture of him all day, he is gorgeous, masculine but not too hunky so he is naturally impressive, not because of his muscles (like a dumb bodybyilder), but because he is very charismatic, kind, well mannered, funny and everyone loves him. 😊

His eyes, his tongue, his nose, his hairs, his beard, his arms,.. I want to lick everything! 😋

If you are interested by what i find handsome about him, don't hesitate to read my article :

He is amongst the most handsome alpha male celebs to me, i explained it in my list 😉:

Here is a caption made by my dear friend @inanimatetffantasies at my request about a fan being transformed into Sebastian Stan's shoes because that must be a privilege 🙏

You say you want to read a story about Sebastian Stan's human toilet. I am sure his turds are huge and delicious. Meanwhile, you can read a story i did about, not him, but his character of Tommy Lee in the tv series :

I explain here what i planned to write about Sebastian Stan, with Anthony Mackie and Tom Holland. The story should be a collab.

With this game you'll be able to chose to be his human toilet, amongst other choices

If you want to be his slave you can also play to this game :

And if you want to read about his character of James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes / Winter Soldier / White Wolf in the MCU, i wrote a love stories between him and Captain America, then him with Black Panther

In this story he is in couple with Steve Rogers

Being a human toilet for alpha actor like him must be a privilege, a delicious food for fags. Even smelling his gas and licking his ass. Don't hesitate to come in private so we could talks about what you would like specifically.

@sebastianst @sebastiansource @sebastianstanners @stansebastian @stansebastiansoldier @stansebaestian @stansebastain-blog @sebastianstanrocks @sebastianstan-daily @sebastianstangifs @lovefanfiction01 @gayhopefullove @humantoiletboy @humantoilet1234 @shiteater001 @fartsandhotmen @farts-forever @fartsandotherstink @rainykpoptravelcreator @tidodore2

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antiquarianfics · 9 months

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Hi :) I need an advice Kyra. This might be personal but how do you write? I have so many story ideas (short story or novel) but I don't know how to start writing them. I'm a bit introverted and I dont go out much if I dont need to buy something. And for writing, you need to know places,etc. , right?

Btw, I want to send this via message but it seems I can't.

Honestly, the best advice I can give you is to just start. You can’t edit what isn’t there.

Sometimes, it’s best to break an idea apart and write one part at a time. Like an essay, you write the thesis, and then you explain the thesis in the body. In creative writing, you write a line, and you explain it. For example, if my idea is that Bucky Barnes and Y/N hate each other and have to share one bed, I might start with something like:

If Bucky Barnes could pick anyone on Earth or Space to share a bed with, he’d sooner pick the raccoon that tried to steal his arm than Y/N Y/L/N.

I took the basic idea, and I wrote a line that expresses that idea. Next, I would go on to explain why Bucky would rather sleep next to Rocket Raccoon than Y/N. Once I explain that, I’d move onto the situation: How did they get here?

It’s not that Y/N isn’t a good person, but everything she does just grates his nerves. Sometimes it’s the little things like she sits in the chair he was planning on taking at dinner, or she sings a song that he hates while she trains. Sometimes it’s more obvious things like how she always sides with Sam in the field, or she specifically pulls up fanfiction about him and reads it aloud while she follows him around.

So now that he’s in the safe house after a long, exhausting mission and discovered it’s small, and that there’s only one bed, he wants to scream.

Then you just expand upon that.

If you need a visual, consider the plot mountain. Think back to middle school English. What’s the exposition, rising action, climax, falling action, and resolution?

In our example, the exposition is introducing the characters as Bucky and Y/N and the conflict. The rising action would be the characters arguing over who gets the bed and then choosing to share. The climax, or the turning point, might then be the two realizing they’re actually comfortable with one another and feel safe in each other’s arms. The falling action would be them discussing this development, and the conclusion would be them getting together. Note how the story follows a basic structure that can be easily followed. Taking the time to map out the story can help you get started.

As far as the needing to know places, you really don’t. It can be helpful if you’re familiar with different environments that you write about, but you can also learn about said places through documentaries, articles, etc.

In the case of fanfiction, you can just pull from the media. So when I write Bucky, I set the story in Louisiana at the Wilsons’, or Bucky’s apartment, or the Avenger’s Compound. I make up the rest. And with original work, you can make up places. I mean, Middle Earth (Lord of the Rings) is made up and follows its own rules and customs. Gotham City (Batman) is based on real places, but it’s made up so it could be whatever the writer wanted.

Don’t focus on super specific things like the color of a shirt or the name of a setting. Focus on the plot. What was the idea? Did you write about it? After that is on paper, you can edit the parts that aren’t cohesive and adjust the specifics. But like I said, you can’t edit what doesn’t exist, so the best thing to do is to just write something.

I wish you the best of luck!

#kyra says things sometimes

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sevdrag · 1 year

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dreamwidth update: eh, what the hell

or: Sev's Adventures With ChatGPT

This is not an article defending AI scraping programs in any way. I find their existence worrisome and exploitative. However, while reading what's going down at AO3 with regards to AI-generated fanworks - more specifically, writing - I realized I actually don't know a lot about what these kinds of things actually produce.

I am, of course, teh lady who thought the band was actually called One Directional, so. No wonder.

But I decided I would take a little look and see what the concerns are with regards to written fanworks. (Again, this is in NO way defending the way these programs were trained on the backs of content written by others. That's separate.) I wanted to see what a fanwork might look like coming out of one of these guys.

I wanted to see how - threatening? - AI-generated content is at the moment only in terms of comparison to other fanfictions. Again, this says nothing about legal use or existence as a transformative work. I wanted to see if I could make it make me a fanfiction.

So if you, too, were curious about it, but didn't want to use the AI guy / were too lazy to do so, here's my short 15 minute experiment.

I figured I'd start somewhere I've been a while: Winterhawk fandom. So I said:

Help me write a story where Bucky Barnes and Clint Barton get together while working at a restaurant and eventually kiss.

You might recognize this premise from the garlic fic.

( Here's what it gave me: )

So on one hand, I was expecting the writing to be terrible, and it isn't. But this reads more like the summary of a story than an actual story, right? Plus, the phrasings are ultimately cliche: the soft glow of the moonlight is easily predictable text because it's been used thousands of times. This isn't bad, but it isn't something I see as being at all popular over other fic offerings.

But, I thought, maybe I'm using it wrong. So I made the sacrifice and put in the first 3 paragraphs of Old Vines. Yes, ChatGPT now has the first 3 paragraphs of Old Vines in its database. I'm sorry / You're welcome.

( and )

It's basically... a summary of the first three paragraphs. Rewritten.

So I put in the 4th paragraph.

( next )

Again. It's just rewriting my words.

So then I asked it:

what happens when Aziraphale lands in wine country

mainly because I was curious whether it would find Old Vines itself somewhere, or like, idk. I was just curious.

( So it gave me this: )

What a lovely story that would have been! Y'all never would have had to deal with Gabriel.

and THEN i thought, well, OV is a relatively small fanfic i'm using because it's mine. I wonder what happens if I ask:

what happens when he meets Crowley

( And )

Note the mention of "the apocalypse" and "angel and demon" -- the addition of Crowley to the mix has led it back to Good Omens source material. None of this is in OV, which is an AU, and way way way way way WAY smaller than Good Omens as a whole, obviously -- but it didn't pick it up from those paragraphs. It knows Crowley and Aziraphale stopped the apocalypse.

And it's also still very much a summary of something. It isn't... it isn't writing what I would call fanfiction.

So what am I saying here? Nothing yet. I know a lot about writing; I know very little about AI.

I find its general coherency surprising and worrisome -- I'm so cynical that all I can see are the ways people could use it to steal and rewrite work, or fuck stuff up, but I'm sure there are cool things about it too. I don't think it's yet a challenger to work on AO3 written by humans.

I don't know what else to say about it but I wrote this whole thing, so like, idk man.

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#crossposted #dreamwidth

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heytherejulia · 2 years

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I should have taken care of you ~ James Buchanan Barnes

pairing: tfatws!bucky x mom!reader

warnings: little angst, swearing, baby, mention of bucky's past

summary: your life was peaceful until it wasn't when your baby daddy is back

word count: 2k

author's note: funny thing about this story is the fact that I wrote it way before tfatws came out and I obviously didn't know the plot of the show but I did get main things correct like the fact that bucky is no longer controlled by the winter soldier programme thanks to shuri but anyway enjoy reading xx

You were awfully tired and the only thing you were dreaming about for a whole day was a little bit of rest. You lay on the couch and closed your eyes with a blissful smile. The moment of complete uninterrupted peace felt like a blessing for you. You didn't even notice when you started to drift off.

You were really tired, not only physically but most of all emotionally. You suffered because of him, and there was simply no way you could get the image of Bucky out of your head as you were looking at his miniature copy every singlr day. Rebecca had the same dark hair and the same blue eyes as her father, she even had a few small moles on the side of her face just like him. You loved your six-month-old daughter with all your heart just like you loved James.

Of course you wanted what was the best for him, and if staying in Wakanda was exactly what’s gonna help him, you weren’t opposed to it. You didn't blame him for leaving for Wakanda itself, but you had a hard time accepting the fact that your boyfriend of time disappeared overnight, as you later found out from Sam. Bucky left with no information, no word, not even a goodbye. On top of that, some time later it turned out that you were pregnant.

It was hard for you, you were finising your college degree online, and you worked from home as well, proofreading articles for the newspaper you worked for before pregnancy. In addition to all of that, after you gave birth to Becca you were raising her completely on your own. You were alone on a daily basis. Sure, Sam, Pepper, sometimes even Peter would stop by, but those were just visits. You enjoyed them, you loved your friends and loved your life but sometimes it was simply more difficult than you have ever imagined.

Suddenly the laughter of the little girl and the voice of a man woke you from your sleep. You were about to pick up the vase and use it as a weapon, but realized it was just Sam. You smiled to yourself and entered your daughter's room. What you saw there almost made your heart stop.

‘Hey, Y/N/N.’

Sam smiled at you. You started looking for Rebecca and saw her in Bucky's arms. The man was looking at the little girl with tenderness and delicacy painted on his face. You figured Sam told him that you had a baby.

Finally he looked up at you. You nodded stiffly, smiling slightly. Sam stared at the scene in front of him for a moment, then headed for the door. As he passed you, he kissed your cheek and said he would be back later because he had some errands to run.

After a while you approached the man and took your baby from his arms. You weren't worried about her safety or that Bucky might hurt her. Of course not. You just had to change her diaper. You put Becky on the changing table so you could comfortably change her.

‘Who should I say my congratulations to?’

These were the first words he addressed to you. You sighed heavily.

‘To yourself, if you want to.’

Bucky stood there for a moment, not saying a word. Tears welled up in his eyes.

‘Why didn't you tell me?’

‘How? What do you think I was supposed to do? You disappeared, Bucky, overnight without even saying a word to me. I'm glad you finally accepted help and that you’re doing better, but I couldn't just fly to Wakanda and tell you that you're going to be a father.’

‘I'd come back if I knew. I would take care of you, Y/N/N.’

‘That's the problem, Buck. You needed help, and they were able to give it to you. I don't know how much it really helped, but I know I would feel guilty for ruining your chances to get better.’

You picked the baby up in your arms and left her room.

‘Come on, I’ll make you some coffee.’

‘Can I ... can I hold her?’

His eyes sparkled with hope as he looked at the love of his life and their child. You nodded and handed him the little girl, as you started to prepare the coffee.

‘Tell me about yourself, James.' You asked, turning your back to the counter.

‘Well, they somehow removed the Winter Soldier protocol so he'll never be back again, and I managed to get rid of some of the nightmares that haunted me almost every night, but you knew about them. What about you? Your turn.’

‘I study online, work and look after the baby. My life is by no means fascinating.’

He looked at you and you knew he wasn't satisfied with your answer. You smiled and shook your head. You knew him, maybe not better than Steve did, but well enough to notice his jaw tightening in anger as he asked the question.

‘Do you have someone?’

'I have Rebecca.'

‘I don’t.’

After these words, you heard the front door slam, and as you both realized, Wilson returned. As he entered the kitchen he found his best friend holding his daughter in his arms, and he felt a smile creep on his lips. He was proud of Bucky. He was a pain in the ass but he was glad James was doing better.

***

Around a week after Bucky returned from Wakanda, when you put Becky to bed, you realized you felt even more tired than usual. Buck's return made the order you had built in your life fall apart the moment you saw him in your daughter's room.

Despite the early hour, you took a shower as soon as possible and changed into one of James' t-shirts, which you still had no heart to throw away, and some shorts that served as your pajamas. The T-shirt still smelled of his perfumes and what you could only describe as a Bucky’s scent. You lay down on the bed, wanting to fall asleep as soon as possible. However, you didn't manage to fall asleep because you heard the doorbell. When you opened the door, your baby daddy was standing in front of you, a bag slung over his left shoulder.

‘Can I come in?’

You moved and let the man inside.

‘Are you leaving town?’

You asked as you walked over to your little kitchen. Bucky looked around the room. It hasn't changed since he was here for the last time. Perhaps only a few children's plates, bowls, and bottles have taken the place on your counter.

‘No, but I came to ask you for a favor. Could I stay with you for a few nights? Just for a while, a week or two.’

‘What about the rooms Tony left for all of you?’

Bucky rubbed his face tiredly.

‘I can't live under Tony’s roof. I can't deal with the guilt. Stark may have forgiven me, or so I believe, but still, I find it hard to sleep well with the thought that I am practically living at his mercy. Please, Y/N/N, just a few days, then I'll find myself an apartment and leave you alone.’

You knew he would not leave you alone because he would still want to see Rebecca, and you weren't going to make it difficult for him, you wanted your daughter to have a father, and you always wanted the best for Buck. Because he was, in fact, the best for you, and you still loved him. You weren't sure if you would ever be able to stop having such strong feelings for him, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to.

‘Of course you can stay, but you'll have to sleep on the couch, because I turned the guest room into a room for Becky.’

‘I should have changed it, not you. I should have looked after you. I'm sorry for leaving you without saying a word, but I was afraid, I was scared for your safety.’

‘Relax now, Bucky,' you walked over to him and hugged him, ‘we've made it. Now I'm really sorry but I have to go to sleep. You know where everything is, nothing has changed.’

You woke up a few hours later, realizing that Becca should have already woken up and demanded food, yet the apartment was quiet. When you entered your daughter's room, you saw the little girl in her father's arms. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was calm. An empty milk bottle stood beside the chair where Bucky was sitting. When he noticed you staring at him, he smiled widely at you. He got up and put Becky in the crib and headed towards the door, dragging you with him.

You lay down on the bed and tried to sleep but couldn't. In the silence interrupted only by the sounds of sleeping New York, you heard Buck's heavy breathing, he probably couldn't sleep either.

‘I fed her and I put her to sleep,’ the pride in his voice was palpable. ‘I didn't want to wake you up, you looked tired.’

You whispered ‘thank you’, kissed his cheek and returned to your bedroom. After that, you lay for several dozen minutes, unable to sleep. Finally you got up and went to the living room. Bucky was lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling.

‘You can't sleep either?’

You asked, coming closer, then sat down on the edge.

‘Yeah,’ he muttered a little sleepily, looking at you. He moved slightly. ‘Lie down, we will try to treat your insomnia with the good old methods.’

You were not convinced by the idea, because while Bucky could make you fall asleep even on completely sleepless nights, you did not want to get that close to him again, even though you loved him with all your heart. However, the thought of falling asleep and resting was more tempting than common sense, so you lay down next to the blue-eyed man and did not even know when you fell asleep.

The next day, you woke up feeling well rested. Bucky wasn't next to you, so you figured he was already up. When you entered the kitchen, Buck was seated at the table, sipping his coffee from a mug with the Captain America shield printed on it. It was a silly joke. The team bought you these mugs with pictures of all the Avengers for Christmas one year. He smiled gently and placed a cup with Natasha's image in front of you.

‘Thank you.’

You smiled when you saw that he still remembered what coffee you liked best.

There was a silence between you, but it wasn't the kind of awkward silence that was impossible to endure. It was the kind of silence that you loved. You just liked hanging out with this man.

You loved his strengths, but even more his flaws. The way he always wanted to take the metal arm off when you went to sleep together or during sex. You’ve never let him do that, though. Just because of the thought of how much he had to suffer to be in the place where he was now, your heart was breaking into a million little pieces.

***

And that’s how things worked between you for the next two weeks. And then the next two months. You slept together, ate lunch, breakfast and dinner together, you took care of Becky, who quickly fell in love with Bucky. You weren’t technically in a relationship, but you acted as if you were. Each day you grew closer to each other, and you thanked Shuri in your heart for everything she had done for your daughter's father.

So, when, after two years, James, sitting on the couch with Rebecca on his lap and you hugged to his side, watching some cartoon, took a ring out of his pocket and said that he could not imagine a life other than this, you couldn’t say no. Because both Bucky and you knew that you couldn't live without each other, and your love was too strong for you both to even try to be apart.

You were arguing, of course you were, Bucky still had days when he would distant himself from you, or nights when he had nightmares and woke up screaming, and you had bad days when you were too tired and frustrated with work, or you got another speeding ticket cuz the cop was a bitch. But despite this, you were just happy together. Together with your daughter and each other. And that was the most important thing. Your happiness.

#bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #sebastian stan fluff #dad!bucky

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sanguineterrain · 2 years

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No Such Thing (3) - Bucky Barnes

Series summary: You’ve been assigned to write a column for your school paper on the team’s spectacular running back. You don’t care very much for your university’s football team; you just can’t understand the hype, okay? Turns out your distaste for football bigheads was exactly on point: James Barnes is insufferable.

Pairing: college!Bucky Barnes x female!Reader

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: enemies to lovers, as usual. More insults, mentions of sex but nothing descriptive, those darn ice patches (gotta be careful!)

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"Medium matcha and a grande caramel latte for Y/N!"

"That's me," you called, scooting around the counter to accept the drinks. You then took time to grab fixings, delicately picking out the cleanest looking stirrer you could find.

"Hey, aren't you that girl with the ink?"

You sighed and turned to face the girl who'd spoken and her friend. They didn't look mean, necessarily; just curious.

"Yeah, it is you," her friend added eagerly. "That was totally rad what you did for your protest."

"No one says rad anymore, Morgan," criticized the first girl, rolling her eyes.

"Well, I'm bringing it back."

"What are you talking—" but they were gone, bickering all the way out the door about whether rad was in or not.

You went to your table, where Nat was nose deep in a copy of The Republic, delicately taking bites of her chocolate chip muffin.

"I don't know how you manage all this sugar," you said, sliding her latte over. Her eyes went big and she smiled at you before taking a long sip.

"How else do you think I stay so sweet?"

"Mm, clever. You know, those people back at the counter recognized me."

"From the ink?"

"Yep."

The video had quickly gained momentum over the last two days. Jamie had assured you this wouldn’t end up in next month’s paper, but that didn't stop the entire campus from streaming your debacle. The person who'd gotten a decent recording had screwed up the sound, so it was just you waving your arms with ink down your shirt for close to a minute. Suffice to say, you looked moderately nutty.

"They mentioned something about a protest."

"Oh, yeah, I meant to show you this morning but you'd already left."

She pulled up Instagram, quickly locating a person's story.

"Someone started the idea that you did this to advocate against ocean dumping. Like, the ink is meant to represent oil spills and your display illustrates the insides of cute baby dolphins."

You squinted at the video, at the captions and links for resources.

"The ink is blue."

"Yeah, but the video's so filtered at this point, it looks black."

You blinked, glancing at the video, then at Nat.

"Did you do this?"

"No. It didn't even cross my mind, honestly. Anybody asked me, I probably would’ve claimed modern art. It got connected to that article you wrote about the debate team's ocean cleanup, so I guess people rolled with it."

Your brows rose.

"Wow. Whoever did this gets a fruit basket from me.”

"I'll spread the word."

You sipped your matcha thoughtfully, swiping through the countless stories with similar posts. The person responsible must’ve had a lot of social pull and cared enough to stick up for you. Warmth swelled at the thought.

“Can’t believe this many people—hang on, Gina Marcelino posted too? She’s the superfan who was a sourpuss about the sports column assignment.”

You frowned at the heavily filtered video, complete with glitzy stickers and flashy gifs.

“You know how people like her are, Y/N. Jumping on the next trend no matter how hypocritical they look.”

You hummed, returning her phone.

“Yeah, true. Well, it’s nice, whoever did it.”

Nat nodded, bookmarking her page.

“Sure is. About as nice as that varsity jacket you brought home, huh?”

“Don’t. Steve was just being gentlemanly. It didn’t mean anything."

“Of course not,” she shrugged, face neutral. “Never saw anybody else wear it, though. Girls are interested, sure, but Steve gives you his jacket.”

"Yeah, and Barnes gives me a headache. Plenty of guys give me things, Nat."

“Well, you’re such a delight, is it any wonder?”

“Not really.”

“And so modest."

“You know it, babe."

You stood, looping your bag strap over your shoulder.

“And now, I must leave you to serve my punishment, dear Natasha.”

“At least it’s only until the end of the season.”

“If you find a Y/N-shaped popsicle out there, promise to thaw me out?”

“I'll consider it. Maybe I’ll come find you later, hm?”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

"Sure you don't want to personally return the jacket? It's a great excuse," she called after you.

"I'm sure!"

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The field was empty when you arrived, bitterly cold with the beginnings of winter. You dropped your bag on the bleachers, plumes of your breath fogging the air. An older man you assumed to be the groundskeeper hefted a bucket of field paint over, straightening and watching you scurry over with his arms crossed.

“I’m here! I’m h—yah!”

Your stomach soared to your throat as your feet went backwards on a patch of icy field. You stuck your arms in front of you, catching yourself on the ground before it met your face first. You stood after regaining balance and rested your hands on your hips, trying for a smile that probably came out more like a grimace. The groundskeeper sighed.

“I’m okay.”

“Hmph. You the newspaper girl?"

"Uh, yep.” You stepped carefully around the shiny turf. “That's me."

“C'mon, then. I’ll show you how to get the marking wand fired up.”

Quickly, he demonstrated how to load the wand with paint and how to get the lines smooth. It wasn’t much of a process; you were more impressed by the fact that this guy was wearing cargo shorts in December. He turned to you after, caterpillar eyebrows dipping questioningly.

“Think you got it? Just follow the faded lines already there. Don’t get paint outside of ‘em and don’t step in it either; it’s a bitch to remove.”

“Got it.”

“Good. Don’t worry about locking up; the cheer team usually comes in around five. Maintenance’ll be here after.”

“Oh, okay. Thanks.”

You squatted to open the paint and accidentally dropped the plastic lid on the ground, your fingers already numbed without your gloves, lest you got paint on them. He frowned at you, shaking his head as he walked away.

“Damn kids,” you heard him mumble.

Well, it wasn’t your fault you were so nervous around possible staining agents.

You tugged your hat down and zipped your coat to your chin, then rubbed your hands to return some warmth. Loading the wand just like he’d shown you, you pulled the strap around your arm, causing it to squeak around the bulk of your coat. You started at the other side of the field to keep your back against the wind.

It was too damn cold for this. Didn’t the players know where to run and stop by now? If they didn’t, you were of the opinion that maybe they shouldn’t be on the field at this point.

The click of feedback made you look up, squinting. Across the field was a blur of red, which was strange, because hadn't he said the stadium was supposed to be empty until the cheerleaders—

“Looking strong, L/N!”

Bucky’s voice crackled slightly through the megaphone. At your attention, he swaggered down the bleacher steps, somehow suave as ever despite not wearing anywhere close to the amount of layers he should’ve been for this weather. Asshole.

"I really am growing fond of that space suit of yours," he continued, gracefully stepping over the wet paint. "Duality of invention: the first coat that turns into a pool floaty."

"What are you doing here?" you grit, unable to come up with a better retort due to how cold you were.

"Well, I heard they were making you paint the field and I just couldn't help myself. I had to see if they were putting little ol’ L/N to work and…" he brought the megaphone to his mouth once more. "Look at that! They are. How're you feeling, sweetheart? 'Cause you look miserable."

Briefly, you debated painting a dick on his jacket, but any stray paint meant you'd probably be here for another hour removing it. Though that didn't mean the threat couldn't be made.

"This field paint is reeeeally hard to get out, Barnes. How do you feel about having a white jacket instead? Sweater for a sweater?"

Bucky leaned over, bottom lip pulled between his teeth, eyes sharp.

"Go ahead. You'll be here till dawn scrubbing it out. But I ain’t averse to you creating more work for yourself."

"I might just take that chance," you snarled, lifting the wand in what you hoped was a menacing pose.

Bucky gave you a slow onceover, mouth turned in a grin.

"What would the headline be this time? I'm thinking, 'Local Green Marshmallow Stamps Foot.' Not bad, huh? I might just join the student paper myself."

"Cute, Barnes. But you actually need talent to join."

"Well, if they accepted you, I'll take my chances."

You jabbed the wand in Bucky’s direction, causing him to jog backwards, easily dodging.

"Whoa, take it easy, tiger! I'm going, I'm going. You paint that field. Make those lines real solid for me, yeah? Such a good, little worker bee."

He paused, pointing.

"Oh, and L/N? You missed a spot. Right here."

"Get out!" you snapped, and Bucky sauntered out, impossibly smug.

You glowered at the empty gate for a few moments, letting the warmth of your irritation flow. How he'd known to find you, you had no idea. But you were going to find out.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you pulled it out, breathing warm air on your fingers.

[4:27pm]

NAT: how’s it going?

YOU: i hate barnes

NAT: i believe that’s been established

YOU: i wanted to reiterate

NAT: hot chocolate?

YOU: are u offering?

[4:28pm]

NAT: maybe

NAT: i’m feeling generous

YOU: i am in love with u. tell sam we’re running off together

NAT: i’ll stop by in an hour

YOU: please bring hothands

You returned your phone to your pocket, took a deep breath, and pushed on. You only ended up slipping once and you didn’t fall all the way, so all in all, the painting process was a win. Minus Bucky’s surprise appearance.

It was another hour before you finally finished, your fingers and cheeks aching with chill. You'd done a great job, obviously, and you hoped the football jerks—sans Sam and Steve, of course—appreciated your hard work. Probably not, but the thought was nice. Realistically, you knew Bucky would end up cracking jokes about something along the lines of how ridiculous you looked in your coat, waddling around like a green penguin. Jerk.

"It is way too cold for practice!" came a voice, high and whiny. "Coach Hill is honestly out of her mind."

"Aw, quit your complaining. Everyone's cold. Nobody forced you to join."

Cheer team.

You kept your head down, shuffling to the side to return the equipment and grab your bag. There was a cup of the good hot chocolate with your name on it.

"And look, they just painted the field!" added Whiny.

You smiled at the quiet groans from the rest of the team.

"Hey, green coat! Thanks for painting the field!"

You looked up to see one of the girls waving at you. You stiffened, suspicious.

"Uh, sure. You're welcome."

"Are you going to the game next week?”

“It’s not really my thing,” you said, aware of her teammates’ eyes on you.

“You should try it out,” she shrugged, expression genuine. “They’re fun.”

"Callie! Coach said she's stuck in traffic on the bridge. Let's bounce."

She turned, flicking her ponytail over her shoulder. You took that as your cue to return to your bag.

"No way. She still might make it. We need to practice for the final game."

"Cal, seriously—"

"Seriously, we can wait a few minutes out of courtesy. Come on, let’s stretch."

As you began to leave, an all-too familiar voice rang out once again. This time, blessedly, he was without his megaphone, though his giant piehole could carry all the same. You remained by the bleachers as Bucky swaggered in, hands in his pockets.

He paused mid-step, looking around the stadium, then stopped. What was he waiting for?

“Hey, Bucky!”

At the beckoning, he carried on down to where the team had gathered, gait confident once more.

"Is that you, Cal dear?"

You rolled your eyes. How predictable. The football asshole chasing the cheer captain.

Callie turned, one brow raised.

"And just what are you doing here, Bucky Barnes?"

"I'm here to see my favorite cheer captain, of course! Lend my school spirit," he replied easily.

She chuffed, though you could see a small smile forming.

"Is that so? Well, we're about to practice, so if you don't mind…"

"Where's Hill?"

"Late," chimed Whiny, gazing adoringly. "We've got time to chat."

Callie shot her teammate a warning look. Bucky puffed up like a peacock, dialing the charm to eleven.

"Well, that's perfect! Cal, there is something I wanted to talk to you about, actually. Very important."

"Uh-huh."

"There's this party on Saturday and—"

“At the Starks’?”

“So you’ve heard of it! I was just wondering if you wanted to go together,” he offered, leaning against the bleachers. “I’m actually a pro at these events.”

“Oh, really?”

Despite her tone, you could tell Callie was melting fast. She was no match for Bucky’s magnetism.

“Really, really,” he answered sweetly. “So whaddya say? You in the mood?”

“Mood for what, exactly?”

“For dancing, of course,” he replied, the picture of innocence. “What else would I mean?”

The urge struck you then to call him on his bluff, in front of God and everyone, and get him back for earlier. This girl didn’t know how truly unbearable he could be, how arrogant and crude.

Why should he get everything he wanted, anyway? A few words and she was basically a puddle. What was so great about Bucky fuckin’ Barnes?

“Funny,” she said, letting him slink his arm around her shoulder. “Here I was thinking you weren’t allowed at any more Stark parties.”

“Pfft, where’d you hear that? It’s not a party without me.”

You scoffed, rubbing your hands together. Your bare hands. Where were your gloves?

“I’d go with you, Bucky,” Whiny butt in, leaning into his other side.

There were your gloves. On the bench. Right next to two cheerleaders.

“Hey!” you whispered. “Hey, over here!”

The cheerleaders looked at you.

“Hey, can you pass me my gloves? Just toss ‘em over. Please.”

“These gloves?” one replied loudly, picking them up. “The blue ones?”

“Yes, just—”

“L/N, you’re still here! Can’t get enough of me, huh?”

You pointedly ignored him, going to snatch your gloves yourself.

“Now don’t get shy. What happened to the fire from an hour ago?” asked Bucky, arm dropping from Callie’s shoulder.

You righted yourself and faced him, pulling on your gloves.

“Up yours, Barnes.”

He clucked his tongue, traipsing down the steps.

“Creeping ‘round the stadium to catch your last looks—this obsession with me is kinda getting outta hand, don’t cha think?”

You pushed back your hood, glaring.

“I’m creeping? Who's stalking the field painter? Seriously, don't you have better things than following me around?"

"I didn't stalk you, smartass."

"Then how'd you know where I was?"

"A friend." He grinned. "You probably know her. Gina… I wanna say something with an M?"

"Marcelino."

Bucky snapped his fingers.

"Her. Yeah, she told me you got chewed out and I couldn't resist."

"I take it this was while you were making nighttime noises?"

His brows rose.

"Nighttime noises? Are we in The Great Gatsby?"

"People say nighttime noises. It's couth."

"Yes, old sport, we entertained each other for the night."

"Hm. Your place or hers?"

"Mine…"

"So you find each other at, what, a frat party? Assholes Anonymous? You bring her to your place, she pushes a week-old pizza box off your bed—"

"Contrary to what you may think, I don't live in a sty."

"A pig without a sty. Incredible."

He pushed his nose up and oinked.

“I cannot believe women are attracted to you.”

“Jealousy is unbecoming, L/N. If you want me so bad, just admit it. No shame.”

“As tempting as the idea of you slobbering all over me is, Barnes, I’m going to have to pass. I don’t go for sloppy seconds. Or thirds. Or fourths.”

“That’s not very open-minded of you, L/N, ‘specially when you don't even get firsts.”

“All that and he knows wordplay! It's better than having a reputation that precedes me. No wonder you need so much practice with your Playboys.”

“Practice makes perfect,” he grinned.

“I guess Callie’s got to decide whether or not she's into being practice for beer breath and empty promises to call.”

“Actually, she’s already made her choice. I show my dates a good time. Ain’t that right, Cal?”

There was no response. You both turned at the same time to find a lone cheerleader packing up. He glanced at you and Bucky, then rolled his eyes.

“They left. While you two were busy wrapped up in each other, Coach texted and canceled practice.”

He picked up his duffel, leaving you and Bucky alone. You turned back with a smile.

“Ouch. And all without a goodbye. Better luck next time, Barnes.”

“Sweetheart, I don’t need luck. That’s the difference between you and me.”

“Not the only difference, I hope.”

“Well, that and the fact that I know how to work a printer.”

You began to giggle, unable to resist strutting towards him. He didn’t even realize.

"What's so funny?"

"What's funny is that your big printer trick failed, Barnes. Someone made it look like I did that on purpose in the name of protesting ocean dumping."

His face scrunched.

“There’s no way.”

"Way," you sighed happily. "It’s all over Instagram and a bunch of people reposted it."

"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. You, an activist? Where would they get such an idea?"

You continued to walk forward, pride overflowing.

"Who knows. People bought it, though. Face it, Barnes. I'm unbeat–aah!”

Two things happened. First, the icy patches returned with a vengeance, this time successful in pulling you down. Second, you fell forward, consequently colliding with the nearest obstacle in your path. Said obstacle was not prepared to be knocked into full-force.

“Shit!”

Bucky hit the ground first, cushioning your fall. You landed atop him, nose knocking into his chin.

“Fuck,” you hissed, rearing your head back and pinching your bruised nose.

“What was that, L/N? Something about being unbeatable?”

“I am,” you huffed, glaring down at him.

“Yeah, I hope you know that I’m never letting this go. Have you tried walking prior to this moment? Because I think you need practice.”

“Shut up, Barnes.”

You leaned on his shoulder to push yourself to sit up and he grunted, hand on the side of your ribcage.

“Great, thanks. I love being used as a support beam—chest, chest.”

You quickly removed your hand from Bucky’s pectoral, switching to the ground instead.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, focusing on getting up without slipping again.

“Jesus, you’ve got the hand-eye coordination of a toddler.”

“You did this on purpose,” you accused.

“Me—who slid headfirst into my stomach?”

“You stood in front of an ice patch so I’d fall,” you insisted petulantly.

“Oh my God. I didn’t tell you to stomp around with your big-ass feet on a frozen field, L/N.”

“Do you really want to do this when my knee is this close to your gut? Among other valuables?”

“Gut? There’s nothing but muscle underneath, thank you very much.”

“God, you’re incredible. Leave it to Bucky Barnes to brag about his six-pack with a girl on top of him.”

He opened his mouth to retort.

“I heard it,” you cut him off grumpily.

“You know, I knew you were clumsy that day you boomeranged off of Steve but if I’d known it was this bad, I would’ve gifted you some ankle weights. Out of the goodness of my heart, of course.”

“Since when do you have goodness in your—”

“Y/N?”

Your head swiveled around, almost flying off your neck.

“Nat! Um, hi. I’ll, uh—hi.”

Her brows were at her hairline.

“Is that Bucky?”

Bucky peeked out from the side, waving pleasantly.

“Hey, Tasha.”

“I’m loath to ask but, what exactly is going on?”

“Bambi here is learning how to walk for the first time,” he explained as you scrambled off, uncaring if you slid in the process.

“I slipped,” you corrected when you were standing, putting significant distance between you and Bucky, who popped up like a daisy.

“You slipped?”

You cleared your throat, accepting the hot chocolate from her hand.

“Yes. On some ice.”

“And you fell onto him?”

“By accident.”

“Well, I would hope so.”

You shut your eyes briefly, taking a long sip. It was hot but you didn’t care; burning your tongue was better than talking right now.

"She's a fumbler," confirmed Bucky, brushing past. “Definitely won’t be making tryouts anytime soon.”

"Maybe we should start putting you in bubble wrap," said Nat, zeroed in on your expression.

"With that coat, I think it'd be redundant.”

“I still don’t see how you slipped and crashed…”

"We need to leave now," you interrupted loudly. "Right now. I'm very cold."

Nat pursed her lips, squinting at you.

"Alright, we'll go. I’ll see you later, Bucky," Nat waved as you pulled her along.

"Tasha. Tasha's clumsy roommate."

You raised one gloved finger, not looking back.

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Soft Smiles and Soft Pretzels - Bucky Barnes

Description: Bucky finds his new favorite snack and his new favorite person

Warnings: none

Authors Note: First of all I actually love soft pretzels, might die for them really. Feel free to send in requests, I write for most of Marvel characters. Have fun and ENJOY!! Also if this is shitty I wrote it at 4 am.

Word Count: 1,683

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Bucky Barnes hated therapy.

Sure, he understood that it was because of his crimes, and it was supposed to be helping him out in the long run, but he dreaded every meeting. For someone who was supposed to heal your soul, therapists knew how to attack you better than anyone else. Bucky tried not to be defensive, but he never met someone who made him want to cry so damn much.

His therapist seemed to bring attention to issues he didn’t even know he had. Like his missing Steve, when his friend left Bucky tried to push it from his mind but in truth he felt angry. He felt as if Steve abandoned him, and he was angry about it, which he never would have known if it weren’t for that nosey woman.

Not to mention how she called him out on the Sam situation. Bucky was just fine with ignoring Sam’s messages and calls, he didn’t need to be Sam’s stupid obligation, that was until the therapist pointed out that Sam was the only number saved into his phone and that he should think about that. Bucky didn’t want to think about it. He wanted to throw his phone out a window.

Yes, it was true Bucky hated therapy, but he would admit to liking some of the homework she gave him. A couple challenges here and there to try and get Bucky into the world. Her most recent task was to “go and find a food that reminds him of his past. Before the military. Find that special food.”

��It seemed silly and he felt stupid thinking about it, but he tried. He tried a retro themed diner but all they served was deep fried treats and crazy shakes. Then he found a bakery that claimed to have ‘THE classic apple pie’, which turned out to not be classic at all. Stop after stop he tried but he couldn’t find any food that felt like the real thing.

He had just about given up, on his way to his next therapy session to tell her of his failure, when he saw a newspaper stand serving hot pretzels and popcorn. The rush of excitement he felt when he saw newspapers was absurd, but he used to love reading the comics while Steve studied the actual articles and would always give him a recap of what he read.

“How much?” He asked the man working the stand, grabbing a paper with his right hand while his left reached for his wallet, that’s when you came bounding through. Bucky had been too involved in his memory of Steve to see you running up squealing, or honestly, he didn’t really care if you were a threat, because you slipped right past him without him seeing.

“VAN! DID YA HEAR THE GOOD NEWS?!” You shriek, smiling widely at the vendor.

“Ah there she is!” The vendor, Van, laughs. “I've been waiting for you to show up. Did you finally find your missing scarf, dork?”

“Yes- thank you for asking- but it’s not that. Guess what.”

“What?”

Bucky was confused, and didn’t know what to do. He could walk away and just head to therapy, but he also wanted the newspaper….. And he wanted to know what your news was.

“While I was stuck in my apartment elevator I was on the phone with this radio station- I mean what else is there to do y’know- so I’m on the radio station line just laying on the elevator store when SOMEONE PICKED UP! I WAS THE 3RD CALLER AND I WON 5 CONCERT TICKETS!” You squeal, jumping up and down.

Van, now laughing, claps. “Congrats, who is it?”

“That boy band you’re daughter likes so much, and since none of my friends listen to them I figured you can have three tickets for you and your two daughters.” You smile, which has Van hopping off his stool.

“NO!” He smiles, shaking his head. “There is no way you are offering me -”

“I’m not offering. I’m giving.” You laugh, handing him three tickets.

“You are something you know?” Van smiles, kissing your cheek. “Free pretzel on me. For you too man!”

Before he realizes what’s happening the vendor is shoving a fresh pretzel in his face. “Take the paper too. Courtesy of Y/n.”

“Oh that’s very kind, but-but I couldn’t”

“Nah, you can. It’s your lucky day.” Van smiles, turning to presumably call his daughters. It’s then that Bucky looks at you, paper and pretzel awkwardly resting in his hand while his left hand is hidden in his jacket pocket.

The first thing he can think upon seeing you is gorgeous, but even that doesn’t fit well enough. You look like the first sunlight peeking through the blinds on a new day, chasing away a long night of terrors.

You stand there for a second, looking him up and down, before smiling softly. Bucky, who only really smiled with Yori, feels his own lips move to make a small smile right back at you. “Well…. I’ve actually got work. So I’ll see you around.”

Then you’re gone through the crowd and Bucky can feel his heart sink a little. He tries not to think about it too much, enjoying the pretzel while walking to therapy. Good news is he found the food that reminded him of the old days, a soft pretzel.

He told his therapist about the pretzel, but not about you. She asked how the pretzel made him feel and Bucky answered truthfully, saying “I felt like it was my lucky day.”

She said she was pleased that he found this, and she wanted him to keep going down this path. Sometimes the best road for the future is embracing the past. Which is how he found himself in a record shop with Yori, two soft pretzels in hand, and a grumpy look.

The task was to find a song that he loved in that time and could love in this time as well. A task easier said than done apparently. Bucky had racked his brain for all his favorite music at the time, but it was all still a bit fuzzy and anything he did remember made him sad.

He tried listening to Judy Garland, who used to be his sister's favorite, but the memories of her singing in her room while she cut newspapers up was a bit too painful. Then he tried don’t fence me in, which was a song he remembered playing on repeat, but nearly 70 years with Hydra gave the song a whole new meaning.

So he asked Yori if he wanted to go to a record shop, claiming Yori could use some time out when really Bucky was just afraid of going into public alone.

They had been in the shop for an hour, Yori happily playing some waltzing music over on the record player, when you walked in. Bucky had been browsing recent artists, facing the door when the bell went off announcing a new body. Out of habit he looked to find a threat and there you were, this time looking like a breath of fresh air.

“Hey! Pretzel guy.” You smile, face lighting up as you recognize him, which has Bucky smiling widely in return.

“H-....uhm hey.” He attempts to sound cool, but he is sure you can see right through the act. “It’s good to see you again.”

“You too! Whatcha looking at?” You ask casually, coming to look with him.

“I was looking for some good 40s music.” Bucky admits lamely, leaving out the part of him being 106 and that he had been there for the 40s music.

You look at the records he had just been browsing through and lean in to whisper, “You know Lizzo wasn’t in the 40’s right?”

“What? Oh yeah. Got kind of distracted.” Bucky laughs, smiling at the top record.

“Ah. I see. Well Dean Martin started in America in the 40s. Maybe you can look into him.” You offer before moving over to the 90s records. Bucky nods, thinking of Dean Martin's songs when he sees Yori shaking his head while gesturing for Bucky to go over to you.

When Bucky shakes his head no Yori decides to take it into his own hands, the old man walking over to where you were looking.

“Excuse me, are you single? Because that gentleman over there is and he would like to take you out.” Yori smiles, nodding at you in encouragement. When you laugh and nod, Yori gives Bucky a knowing look. “Perfect. Friday at 7. He’ll pick you up. Movie date, start simple.”

When Friday at 7 came around Bucky did pick you up, sure he stressed over how to hide his arm for an hour and what shirt would go best with the leather jacket, but once you opened your apartment door all his worries slipped away.

“Good evening.” He greets, hands gripping the bouquet of flowers tightly. “I got these for you.”

“That’s so sweet!” You smile, grabbing them softly and leading him inside. “Let me just put these in water then we can head out.”

Your apartment is brightly lit, and while you fill a vase with some water, bucky looks at all the magnets and pictures you have on your fridge, eyes snagging on the photo of you with a darker haired girl both smiling like fools and holding up bows.

“That’s Kate. She was in an archery program with me.” You inform once coming back and seeing his staring. “I got second place.”

“Pretty skilled huh?”

“Oh yeah. Well actually no. The rest of the competitors were terrible, the only one who was semi talented was Kate.” You tease, grabbing his elbow and leading him out gently. “What about you? Any dangerous hobbies?”

“Me. No, not really. I prefer the simple life.” Lie.

“Mmmm. That’s not possible.”

“Why’s that?” Bucky laughs nervously.

“Because we are made to be. And nothing about me is simple.” You scoff playfully, joining your hands together. “And I believe you owe me a pretzel.”

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One Call Away

Pairing: Agent!Bucky Barnes x Journalist!Reader

Summary: You’re a journalist in the late 1950s working for a gossip magazine. You write an article about the actor Steve Rogers, and his agent Bucky Barnes is not happy about it. He confronts you and offers you a deal.

Word Count: 6.4k

Warning(s): suggestive language/drinking/implied PG-13 public display of affection/a slight mention of a random side character cheating/if you squint really hard there’s a hint of angst/not much overall

a/n: Hello everyone! This is my first fic on here and I hope you all like it! This fic is a submission for the all’s well writing challenge being held by the lovely @barnesafterglow . The lyrics that inspired me for this fic were,” No more keepin’ score. Now I just keep you warm. No more tug of war. Now I just know there’s more.” From the song Long Story Short by Taylor Swift. Thank you so much for reading! ♡

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“ Hey, Y/n, some agent is here to see you. He’s a real dreamboat,” Debbie, your editor, rushed into your office. You looked up to see the look on her face matched the tone of her voice, completely smitten.

You knew exactly who she was talking about.

“ Send him in,” you answered nonchalantly before placing your attention back onto the typewriter in front of you. The last article you wrote was a hit with the public and your boss was expecting another piece just as successful. Little did he know, you were in the right place at the right time to get that scoop. You had a deadline to meet with no new gossip to report.

To sum it up, you were stressed.

The door creaked open and you didn’t pay any attention until the door was shut. There were many expressions you had the pleasure of seeing on the face of the man in front of you. As a journalist, you had run into him more than once and even became what you could call friends. Friends that had a slight flirtatious comment here, a smug smile there, and with a usual healthy dose of banter. However, today, James Buchanan Barnes wasn’t flashing his pearly whites or winking at you with those ocean eyes of his.

No. Today, he was mad.

“ What’s the meaning of this?” He held a magazine in his fist, one which you assumed held the article you had written. You knew he wouldn’t be happy about it, but you didn’t think it would upset him this much. It wasn’t like you reported a lie. Nonetheless, displeasure was written all over his face.

You scoffed,” Buchanan, don’t come and give me a hard time just because you didn’t like what I wrote about your friend. It’s not very professional of you.” You kept your face as neutral as possible. You knew calling him Buchanan would get on his nerves—he glared at you the moment it slipped from your lips. If he was going to show up here and waste your writing time over an article, then you weren’t going to make it easy on him. You wanted to have a little bit of fun with this side of him you hadn’t seen before.

“ Steve Rogers cozying it up with his co-star Lorraine,” he imitated your voice as he read the article title,” You crossed the line with this one. How did you even get that picture?” He placed the magazine on your desk. The picture of Steve Rogers kissing a notorious Hollywood actress stared back at you. You brushed off his anger,” First of all, I do not sound like that. Second of all, you do know I write for the biggest celebrity magazine here in New York, right? This baby sold more copies than any other article in years. You should be happy for me,” you couldn’t hold back a smug smile. He didn’t like that.

“ Y/n, I’m not playing games here. This is bad. Steve is real upset over this,” he motioned over to the picture in emphasis.

“ He shouldn’t be. When my article came out his ticket sales went through the roof. You’re welcome,” you pointed out.

“ It’s not about that,” he shook his head before sitting in the seat in front of you. You raised your eyebrows in anticipation. ” Steve was trying to get with this broad, Peggy. Never seen him be like this towards anyone before, but ever since that article came out, she hasn’t returned his calls. He’s heartbroken, moping around his apartment all day,” he exhaled worriedly. You took a second to process what he said.

“ So let me get this straight. Your friend goes and kisses his co-star, and somehow it’s my fault his other lady found out?” You looked at him in slight disbelief. Was he really blaming you for this? Yes, you had written the article, but it wasn’t your fault Steve was seeing multiple women. If anything, you felt like you did this Peggy woman a favor.

He threw his head back onto the chair, clearly fed up,” She kissed him. He wants nothing to do with her. The only woman he has eyes for is Peggy. I keep trying to cast him in other projects, but he refuses to do anything else until this is resolved. He’s real gone with that broad.” His explanation didn’t do much for you except tell you he wasn’t going to let this go.

“ Buchanan, he was clearly kissing back.”

“ Okay, stop with the Buchanan. I already told you what actually happened.”

“ That’s not the story the picture tells.”

“ A story I would’ve liked to have known about before it was published. I could’ve given you the full story—the true story. Steve isn’t that kind of guy,” His eyes narrowed, a stern look reflected in them. You exhaled, giving in a little,“ Fine. Since we’re friends I could have given you a heads up, but I don’t mix business with friends. I’m sorry your friend is upset, but this is how it is. I don’t know him like you do, so I only report what I see. Even if I had given you a heads up, the article would’ve been published anyway,” you shrugged. He wasn’t going to let this go, but you weren’t backing down either. You only did your job, and based on the public’s response, you did it well.

He was silent for a moment, collecting himself. A contemplative look on his face.

“ No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come in here and demanded answers from you. You were just doing your job. It’s just seeing Steve all upset about this, and then seeing you had written it, I guess I got carried away,” he admitted with an embarrassed look on his face. You knew Steve was like a brother to him, so it made sense why he jumped on his defense so quickly. You would never let him know, but it was hard to stay mad at him.

“ Apology accepted. Now, if there’s nothing else, then. . .” You trailed off not knowing a nice way to tell him to leave. If it was any other day, you would have gladly accepted the distraction from hours of writing. Today was not that day. Not when you had this deadline tugging at you harder than gravity itself.

He laughed,” Kicking me out already?” He shuffled in the seat, sitting more comfortably in spite of what you said. You rubbed your temples to soothe the headache that was emerging,” My boss wants a new article as big as this one in the next two weeks. Just so you know, the whole Steve thing was a coincidence. No one tipped me off or nothing. I was just in the right place at the right time. Now because of that, I have to submit something just as good, if not better,” you explained your current situation. It took you a lot of sleepless nights to prove yourself here at the Empire State Exposé. You thought that maybe when you finally had written something that was praised, it would take some of the pressure you felt off of you. You were undeniably wrong.

The pressure got worse.

His face lit up,” A new story, huh? Doll, it’s funny you say that since as an agent, I hear a lot of stories all the time. A lot of interesting stories. . .” he showed off his signature smile. You leaned forward, intrigued at what you assumed to be a mutually beneficial agreement of some kind. “ What are you on about, Barnes?” You wanted him to get to the point, but he wanted to have fun drawing this out.

“ Well, L/n, think about it. Imagine the things the other agents spill when they’re three bottles in,” you nodded and motioned for him to continue,” All the things they say when there isn’t a reporter in sight. Just the other agents listening in and telling their own stories too,” he spoke slowly to accentuate every word. Now you fully understood what he meant.

“ Okay, please get to the point. My deadline is still here.” Your impatience made him chuckle. “ Fine. Fine. Look, since we’re friends, then I think we could help each other. I could give you insider information about lots of celebrities, in exchange for you giving me a heads up on any articles about Steve. Maybe even some editorial rights. . ?” He knew the last suggestion was a stretch and by the look on your face he was right.

“ I am not letting you control what I write. Giving you a heads up, however, is something I could do. Not just on my work, but others too.” You understood that if he was going to put his reputation on the line for you, then you should reciprocate with something that meant just as much—something that could tarnish your reputation as well.

You thought about it for a moment and shook your head,” But I don’t think this is going to work out. If the other agents find out you’re leaking precious info, they’re not going to like it.” You brought up the potential complications. He smirked and leaned in real close to you from where he was sitting. If he came any closer your noses would be touching. If you were anybody else, this simple gesture would’ve had you melting like putty at his gaze. You, however, had seen him do this with a lot of women, so you weren’t affected by it.

“ They won’t find out because it’ll be our little secret.”

“ Oh, we have secrets now?”

“ Doll, this will be the first of many.”

He flashed that captivating grin of his and you stared intently at his ocean eyes. You searched in them for a reason not to trust him. A part of you was hoping they would scream back at you don’t do it. You weren’t the closest of friends, and for all you knew he could try and give you false information to make fun of you—you hurt his friend after all. Looking at the ocean, however, brought you reassurance not distrust.

Not even an ounce of it.

“ If I accept this, then whatever information you give me has to have some sort of evidence to back it up. I can’t risk my credibility and that way I know you’re not giving me a fake story.” You laid out your condition. He couldn’t argue with that, “ Wouldn’t want you to. I’m risking my credibility too, so I’m not losing it over something stupid. I’ll call you when something interesting happens.” He stood up to leave.

“ Here, take my card. It’s got my number on it.”

“ I knew you’d give me your number eventually, doll.”

“ It's my work number.”

He laughed at that,” Same difference. Means I’m a step closer to you giving me your real number.” He took the card from your hand, intentionally brushing against it with his own. You only gave him a disapproving look in return. If this was how your situationship was going to be from now on, then you weren’t looking forward to it.

Well, actually you were, you were just too stubborn to admit it.

Four days had gone by since then, and you received no calls from Bucky. Your deadline was getting closer by the second and the pressure was crushing you at this point. You hadn’t been going to the office lately, since there was nothing new to write. Instead, you spent your hours in your usual go to places to find something to report on. You knew all the locations the celebrities went to, to mingle amongst themselves. You were good at fitting in and usually no one could spot that you were a journalist. A few times even, you were mistaken for someone famous.

You blew out into the frigid Manhattan air, watching your breath become visible. The day went by as usual, and you had nothing new to report on. Along with the cold weather, it had rained profusely. You were soaked and needed to dry off somewhere. You were a few blocks away from your apartment, but you thought it was best to let the rain die down a bit before making that walk. Out of all the buildings nearby, you chose to dry off at the nearest bar. You could use a drink.

You scurried inside as the rain around you poured harder. You took off your coat, hanging it on a rack for it to dry. A quick survey of the bar made you realize it was more elegant looking than you were used to with its leather seats and mahogany tables. This meant any drinks came with a more elegant price.

Out of the blue, you recognized a laugh that echoed throughout the bar. There directly in your line of sight was James Buchanan Barnes drinking with some of his work buddies you happened to not recognize. It was like the universe and fate aligned for you in that exact moment. If he had forgotten about your previous deal, well, you were there now to refresh his memory.

As you approached him, he locked eyes with you and frowned. He then excused himself before walking over to you.

“ You stalking me now, doll?”

“ No, this is just a coincidence.”

“ Yeah, one hell of a one.”

You rolled your eyes,” Think what you want to, but I swear I only came in to dry off. I had no idea you were here, but I’m glad I caught you. We have a deal, Buchanan, and it almost seems like you’ve forgotten.” You alluded to the fact that he hadn’t contacted you and therefore, you were now slightly suspicious of him. His eyes darted to his friends before grabbing you by the arm and dragging you towards the back of the bar where the restrooms were. His friends hollered and chanted at the two of you.

“ Will you let me go?! Your friends are going to think something’s up,” you tried to shake yourself from his grasp, but he didn’t budge an inch. “ Just ignore them. Some of those friends work in the same industry with me and they already saw me with you. If they find out who you are, they’ll ruin me.” At that point, you were out of sight and he let you go. You took a few steps back from him and noticed, to your left, there was a couple making out at the other end of the hallway.

Great. Now you knew exactly why his friends were cheering him on.

“ Easy for you to say. Besides, now your friends just think I’m another one of your conquests,” you motioned over to the couple and he didn't have to look to know what you were talking about. “ One of my conquests? I have conquests now?” His eyebrows raised, amused at the idea. You gave him a deadpan stare,” Bucky, let’s just say if you were a star, then I’d have a lot to write about you. You can’t imagine the stories I’ve heard about you.” Your response only entertained him.

“ I don’t have to imagine, Y/n. If you want, you don’t have to imagine either,” his tone turned seductive and the energy around you both shifted. His eyes found their way to your lips before meeting your eyes again. He took a step closer to you and your hand went up like a reflex to keep him at a distance. You were used to his flirtatious remarks, so it was easy to not take them too seriously.

“ Let’s leave all that to your imagination. Anyway, you haven’t called me to tell me anything. I have a deadline, you know.” You reminded him for what felt like the millionth time. His smile fell,” You might have mentioned that before,” sarcasm dripped from every word,” I might have something, but you did ask for evidence, so I’m getting you that before I say anything.” He clarified his silence on the matter. You nodded in approval, “ Well, then just let me know when you have it,” you began to walk away, but his hand took hold of your wrist. “ Wait, you’re not staying right?” He asked and you raised an eyebrow quizzically,” If I was, do you have a problem with that?” His eyes searched your face for an answer.

“ Do I have to remind you who’s out there.”

“Oh, you don’t have to remind me. I just want a drink before I leave.”

“Doll.”

“ Buchanan.”

He knew there was no point in arguing with you, so he let you go. When his friends were finally in sight again, you noticed they had been staring in the direction where you both were the entire time. You also noticed they had an array of untouched shots scattered all over their table.

An idea popped into your head. You knew it was a risky idea, but you had to make him suffer a little for toying with you.

After all, it was the constant back and forth you both enjoyed the most.

“ Y/n, don’t you dare–” his protests in the distance went unheard as you wandered over to the table with an innocent smile on your face,“ Any chance I can have one of those?” You gestured to the shots and one of his friends gladly handed you one. You drank it happily before thanking him for it. You felt Bucky’s presence behind you.

You turned to him with that same innocent smile you had plastered on before,“ I told you I was getting that drink, Buchanan. Enjoy the rest of your night.” You tapped his chest twice before turning to leave. You missed the dazzled look on his face. He wasn’t sure whether to be annoyed, impressed, or both.

“ Doll, wait–” You didn’t stay to listen to him and instead went over to the rack where your coat was hanging. It was still a little damp, but nothing compared to how it was when you first came in.

“ Hold up,” Bucky rushed over to you. You were already coming up with rebuttals in your head to his potential arguments when he placed an object in your hand. It was a black umbrella.

You frowned waiting for an explanation, even though it was a simple and clear gesture. “ Don’t look at me like that. You’re going to need it, it’s pouring out there,” with his other hand he touched the collar of your coat,” You can take my coat too. Yours isn’t dry yet.” He let go of the umbrella and reached behind you for his coat. The entire time you just stood there dumbfounded, your hand still extended out holding onto the umbrella.

Bucky had never left you speechless before, but in this moment he had. He was being attentive and caring—a side you never got to see directed at you. In fact, you don’t think you’ve ever seen it with anyone else either. The look of concern for you on his face made your head spin. Was this another one of his attempts to get a reaction out of you? You couldn’t find it in yourself to believe that. Everything felt genuine and that had you slightly rattled.

Bucky had flustered you for the first time since you met him.

“ Here. I’d offer you a ride, but I came with one of the guys,” he draped his coat over your shoulders. It was then that he noticed what a reaction he had caused in you. He smiled, but it wasn’t smug or hiding an ulterior motive. It didn’t say I finally got you or anything of that sort. It was just a real smile. You surprised yourself, wanting to see more smiles like that from him.

You responded with a thank you and a smile to match his.

The next day you decided to go back to the office. Now that there was a possibility you could meet your deadline, you weren’t as anxious to come in. Your venture there didn’t last long as Debbie informed you, the moment you walked in, that Bucky had left you a message. It was an address you didn’t recognize, along with a time to meet him. You wondered what kind of location he chose.

Let’s just say it wasn’t what you expected.

“ I can’t believe you brought me out to a passion pit.” You looked around at all the couples in their vehicles and it made you highly aware of the fact that it was only you and Bucky in his car.

He laughed,” Doll, it’s just a drive-in theater. It’s not like I brought you back to my place for a night in. That could be an option, though.” He winked at you, teasing you further. There’s the Bucky you knew.

You gave him a stern look,” In your dreams, Buchanan. I can’t believe you thought this was better than the bar.” You didn’t understand why of all the places he had to choose here. A drive in theater where no matter what car you looked at, the couples were playing back seat bingo. You hid your face, hoping no one you knew walked by.

He shrugged,” Maybe I just didn’t want to come watch a movie alone. I heard they were showing Roman Holiday tonight.” He spoke so casually about the subject he almost had you convinced you planned this out with him before as a friendly outing. You could no longer tell if he was playing with you or not. You thought back to the way the night ended yesterday. Whatever you felt then was foreign to what you were feeling right now.

“ Bucky, please stop with these games, I don’t have time for this. Just tell me the information you have for me. I have to write this article by the end of next week.” You pleaded running out of patience. He side eyed you,” You’re no fun, doll.” He sulked in his seat. You found yourself not being able to look at him, and instead stared at the blank movie screen.

Suddenly, he leaned his body towards you until your faces were mere inches away from each other. Not this again.

He rested his right arm on the passenger seat and placed his left hand on the dashboard, caging you in. A glimmer of mischief flashed across his eyes. You knew he was just trying to get a reaction out of you, and you didn't want to give him that satisfaction.

“ What are you doing?”

“ Nervous, Y/n?”

You didn’t want to admit it, but a part of you was. Bucky was handsome, there was no denying that. You could usually overlook that considering you two would only ever exchange quips trying to outwit each other. Even so, he had never been this close to you in such a small space before. There was always room for you to back away and avoid whatever feelings you felt him provoke within you. Everything felt more intimate right now and after the way he managed to get you flustered yesterday—you weren’t sure your body wouldn’t freeze up again. You had to do something quick to make sure that didn’t happen.

You glanced down at the tie he was wearing and his smile grew conceited. “Thinking about undress–” you didn’t let him finish as you pulled him in by his tie until your noses were a centimeter away from touching.

Now he looked nervous.

“ James Buchanan Barnes, I am all for our usual banter on any other day where my position at my job isn't in jeopardy. So either tell me something I can write about, or I’ll leave and find that story elsewhere,” you laid everything out clearly. His eyes found your own trying to read you. You stared back showing him you weren’t playing around. You were so focused you even held your breath unintentionally.

The stare down lasted for at least a minute. You felt like it had been longer.

The click of the glove compartment box brought you back in the moment and you realized you still had a hold on his tie. You let go as he grabbed something from inside the box. He closed it before handing it to you,“ Was only reaching over for this.” You delicately took hold of the roll of undeveloped film. You examined it carefully,” What is it exactly that I’ll find here?” He moved away from you and relaxed into the driver’s seat.

“ Let’s just say Hollywood’s it boy, Thomas, isn’t as innocent as we thought.”

“ What does that mean?”

“ He’s dating Janet Clark in public. In private, he’s also dating her sister Susan. Word is, neither of the sisters know.”

Your eyes went wide at this. This was definitely something you could report on. If the film in this roll backed up what he said, then you’d have your story. Something like that wouldn’t be hard to write about either. You could make your deadline with time to spare.

“ You certainly don’t disappoint. I’ll have to get started on this right away,” You started to collect your things. “ That’s it? You’re really not going to stay to watch the movie?” He looked hurt by this. You were taken aback by his reaction.

” Sorry, Bucky, I’ll make it up to you, I promise. It’s just I have to get this film developed as soon as possible to get started on the article and meet my–”

“ Your deadline. Yeah, I get it, doll. Let me at least drive you home.”

You didn’t speak to each other the whole ride to your apartment. No witty banter, no teasing, and no flirtatious remarks of any kind. The only sound in the car was the voice of Frank Sinatra coming from the radio. A moment like this would have brought you peace before, but not in this instance. No, instead, you felt awkward and an uncomfortable tension filled the air. It was palpable and suffocating.

When you got to your apartment there was nothing more that you wanted to do, but run inside and disappear until this new article was finished. However, you remembered you had his umbrella and his coat from yesterday resting on your kitchen table. You told him to wait for a second to return his items to him.

You slipped out of the car and it wasn’t until the outside air grounded you that you realized your heart was racing. It calmed down with every step you took—until you came back to hand him his belongings.

“ Thank you. Not just for lending me your umbrella and your coat, but for also holding up your end of the deal,” you fiddled with the strap of your bag as you thanked him. A ghost of a smile played at his lips,” Of course, doll.” His gaze was focused on the dashboard of his car. You felt like you had done something wrong, but you weren’t sure what. All you knew is that you wanted this uncomfortable feeling to go away.

“ Bucky wait,” you stopped him from pulling away. “Yes, doll?” This time he turned to face you. There was an unfamiliar emotion in his eyes.“ I just need you to know that if it weren’t for the pressure I’m under right now, I would have stayed and watched the movie with you,” you decided to be honest. Maybe just this once it was better to not hide what you were feeling or what you thought.

You were right.

His lips curled up, a tender look on his face, “ That means more to me than you’ll ever know, Y/n.” He then drove off leaving you wondering what he meant by that.

You spent the following days preparing the article. It was the only thing keeping your mind off of Bucky. If you let your mind wander enough, it would return back to the bar, to the drive-in, and to your apartment street. You didn’t know why your mind was so stuck on replaying these instances in your head any chance it got. It only served to make you overthink things and sit in feelings you weren’t sure of.

Once your article was done, you sent a final copy to your boss who was over the moon with it. He was curious to learn more about your source, but you assured him it was someone very credible who wished to go unnamed. He was okay with not knowing, as long as you continued to write pieces as good as your last two.

When the magazine hit the shelves, all anyone could talk about was the audacity of Hollywood’s it boy. You’ve lost count how many times you turned on the radio and the topic of conversation was your article. All you could think about was how you could have never done it without Bucky.

Who, speaking of which, hadn’t contacted you since the night of the drive-in. Debbie had brought up in conversation that Bucky had recently signed on a new client, Sam Wilson, and Steve had gotten one of his biggest roles yet. You assumed he was most likely preoccupied with work and he would call you once he wasn’t so busy. It was strange to think you were waiting in anticipation for the phone to ring and to hear his voice on the other line.

You had to admit a part of you missed him.

He called you three days after the article was released. You were in your office looking over the first draft a coworker of yours had personally asked you to review. You would usually say no to these things, but you had the extra time to kill, so you agreed.

That’s when the phone rang.

“ Bucky? Hi, how have you been?”

“ Hey, doll. I’m overwhelmed. I took on another friend as a client and Steve got this big role, courtesy of yours truly, of course. I haven’t had time for anything else.”

“ I heard about that. You’re a busy man, Barnes.”

“ I’m not the only one. I actually called to congratulate you on the article. I saw you made the front page. I finally got a copy of it this morning, and I think it’s your best work yet. You did a great job, Y/n,” he sounded proud of you. You felt your face get warm,” Thanks, Bucky. I couldn’t have done it without you. We make a good team,” you said, fiddling with the telephone cord.

“ Speaking of which, do you think you could meet me for lunch later? Around 2? I have another developing story I think you should investigate further.” You thought about your current schedule and for the most part it was empty. Even if it wasn’t, you weren't going to pass up the opportunity to work on something new. You also wanted to see Bucky.

“ Lunch sounds great.”

“ Good. Make sure you wear something nice.”

You dismissed his comment as another one of his typical remarks. You were at the office and you were too lazy to go home and change, so you decided to go straight from work to whatever place he had planned for lunch.

He shared the details of where to meet him and you wrote it all down on a piece of paper. You stayed on the phone with him for a few more minutes with a bit of small talk. That was until he had to go to a meeting with some executive producer. He said it shouldn't be too long, but in case it did, he just wanted to give you a heads up.

Once one thirty rolled around, you took a cab to the address written on the paper. You were earlier than you’d like, but you had gotten so bored waiting for two o’clock to roll around you decided to leave early and explore the place. This way you could also get a look at the menu.

The lunch location ended up being this beautiful Italian restaurant that opened up fairly recently called Castello. Debbie had talked your ear off about it being her new “go to date spot” not too long ago. You wanted to see if it was as good as she made it seem.

Inside you confirmed it was even better than it had been described to you. You felt like you were in a palace garden in Venice. The artwork that lined the white walls gave the perfect pop of color amongst the vines that decorated the ceilings and walls. Replicas of famous Italian sculptures were placed throughout with a beautiful fountain in the middle of it all, it was breathtaking.

Now you wished you had gone home and changed.

You gave the hostess Bucky’s name for the reservation and she sat you in a booth with a beautiful vase of freshly plucked dark red carnations in the middle as a centerpiece. Not long after, a waitress came by,” Would you like to order anything first, honey, or are you going to wait for your boyfriend?” She asked, opening up her server pad. You giggled at the boyfriend name drop,” Oh no, he’s not my boyfriend, and I’ll just wait till he gets here.” She looked surprised, “ Sorry, honey. I just thought since he asked for the couples setup, you two were dating. It’s pretty pricey, so we don't normally have anyone else order it. Anyway, excuse my mistake. I’ll come back once he gets here,” she sent you an apologetic smile before walking over to another table. Why would Bucky order a couples setup?

You looked around the booth and noticed you had been oblivious to what was in front of you. The napkins were red and folded into hearts while two lovers were painted on the vase holding the carnations. You didn’t want to misinterpret the situation, but it was starting to get hard not to.

Wait a minute. He also asked you to dress nice.

Then it hit you. This was a date.

A date disguised as a professional meeting, but still a date. Bucky’s true intention of this get together was to take you out on a date. You had mixed feelings about this. It wasn’t until recently that you thought of Bucky in a romantic way-–that you actually considered being more than friends.

The more you thought about it, however, the nicer the idea seemed. You imagined what it would be like to get to know Bucky on a deeper level. To get to know his biggest dreams and be there to support him when they felt out of his reach. To find out his biggest fears and be there to comfort him when he was drowning in them. To get to know his darkest secrets, and in spite of them, love him dearly.

What it would be like to kiss him. You were wondering that the most.

Your thoughts were getting the best of you, and reality sunk in. You weren’t ready at this moment to be on a date with him. You looked down at your work clothes and felt overwhelmingly self conscious. For your first date you wanted to look nice and feel confident. You weren’t feeling either right now.

You also wished he had been more direct about things. Looking back at your previous interactions, maybe he had been hinting at something more the entire time, but you interpreted things differently. Either way you concluded you just weren't ready, yet.

He still hadn’t arrived by the time you decided your first date would have to be another time. You wanted to hear Bucky say to you that this is something that he wanted. No more back and forth teasing. Just an honest answer and a genuine I like you. You wanted reassurance that this wasn’t just some another one of his plays.

You tore out a piece of paper from the notepad in your bag and wrote down a small note.

Here’s my real number. xxx-xxx-xxxx. Call me and ask me out on a proper date, Bucky. How about we catch that movie we missed? Popcorn’s on me. ;)

p.s. my favorite flowers are y/f/f :)

Xoxo,

Y/n

You grabbed a carnation and rolled your note around its stem. You placed it on top of the heart shaped napkin in front of you. You then went home, crossing your fingers hoping things worked out in your favor.

Not too long after, as you arrived home, Bucky entered Castello, scanning the room to spot you. When he couldn’t find you, the hostess informed him you had already left. He felt a slight sting in his heart until the hostess gave him the carnation with your note tied around it. He looked at it curiously, before getting the courage to open it. He read it over and beamed at the contents written inside. He knew he should have asked you on a date more directly. He was scared you would say no since you still thought all of his advances were just a way to tease you and get a reaction out of you, but it wasn’t.

His feelings for you, were the realest thing he knew.

This was no longer a ‘see who could outwit and outsmart the other tug of war’ anymore. This was something more. He knew it the moment he found himself buying all the Empire State Exposé magazines just to read your work and the way he somehow managed to find a longer route to his apartment, and yet he took it every day because it passed by your office on the way. He never worked up the courage to visit it until that article about Steve. He started to understand Steve’s feelings for Peggy now, because he felt the same way about you. He couldn’t put it into words how gorgeous and striking he found you. He wanted to get to know every bit of you and have you be proud to call him yours someday.

He made a choice to skip lunch and instead head home. He had two very important calls to make. The first, a call to a florist to make you the grandest bouquet of your favorite flower. The second, to you. He wanted to hear from your own lips that you wanted this just as much as he did.

Long story short, your love story was just one call away.

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queenoftheworldisdead · 2 years

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Note: This is a gift i wrote for @sapphirescrolls . Thank you so much @whisperlullaby for taking time to beta.

Summary: Bucky can't say sorry enough

Warning: 18 + Only, breeding kink, non-con, restraints, choking, female receiving oral non consent , false imprisonment, rape

Dark Bucky Barnes x Black Reader

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You never ventured on this side of town. Everything was always too pricey, but when your coworker informed you of an upcoming sale, at an upscale boutique, your interest was piqued.

When you arrived it was still too early for the shops to be open, and aside from the neighboring cafe there were barely many people out. You wanted to get a head start on your bargain hunting so you slipped in to the cafe kill time before your excursion.

The prices on the menu were ridiculously overpriced, but you expected as much from this side of town.

At the back of the line you looked over the chalkboard menu on the wall. The glint from a man's pocketed wrist distracted you, and as you squinted at him, a nagging since of familiarity gnawed at you, but you couldn't pinpoint from where.

Then it struck you, the band was far too wide to be a watch, it was a metallic prosthetic. You slowly put the pieces together when you realized it. Sargent James 'Bucky' Barnes, a.k.a The Winter Soldier.

You couldn't believe an Avenger was here buying coffee like an average Joe. No one else seemed to pick up on that fact aside from you. *Maybe because he was dressed in a suit and shades helped hide his identity.* Or maybe because he was no longer apart of the Avengers, the group had changed and expanded over the years since his departure, but you remembered him.

You also remembered reading an article online that said paparazzi pics of Avengers were worth a pretty penny. As slyly as you could you sneakily pulled out your phone and angled your camera, snapping a few shots of the unwitting ex Avenger when he turned to get his order.

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You were able to sneak in a few more shots before he left the cafe. Though when you checked the camera roll you were disappointed to find most of the shots were blurry and others unrecognizable. You sighed at your wasted efforts and pocketed your phone before slipping into the first boutique with a fancy French name.

The 90s Euro techno played loudly over the speakers as you sifted through the sales rack. From the looks of things you doubted you would ever be back to this side of town, but you held out hope that the next few stores would contain better finds. Nothing was really your style, but you picked a few garments nonetheless to try on. By the time you made your way to the dressing room more people were starting to roam around. You walked into the first open compartment and placed the garments down on the stool in the corner, hanging your purse on a hook.

You had barely started to unzip your pants when a knock came on the door.

"Occupied!" You shouted while rolling down your pants, but that warning didn't deter whomever stood beyond the door.

"Occupied!" You shouted louder.

Over the blaring music you heard the faint sound of the latch popping open. You froze staring at the icy blue eyes glaring back at you from the mirror.

*Bucky?*

Your blood ran cold as you spun awkwardly. He rushed you in a flash, his metal digits wrapping around your throat, suffocating your screams. The mirror splintered across your back as he stared deep into your soul.

He was going to kill you, you were sure of it.

"Who do you work for," Bucky growled, but you couldn't answer even if you wanted to. You needed air fast, everything was starting to spot and go dark. Bucky eyed your purse before releasing you.

"Who hired you," he barked ripping your purse from the wall. Coughing, and gulping for air, you stayed glued to the broken mirror as he tore your purse apart. All of your belongings scattered, raining on the floor. Helplessly you watched as Bucky sifted through your things until he found your phone.

"I-I'm s-sorry I'm so sorry. I'll delete it I-i ss-swear" you stuttered out while crying. This man was a professional assassin, he could kill you and hide your body without anyone in the store noticing.

"Please don't kill me," you sobbed out. He stopped going through your phone, you watched as his eyes slowly began to soften. You heard him curse under his breath as he looked down at you.

"You're not an agent, are you?"

"No," you whimpered shakily. Reading the distress on your face he took a few steps back, the reprieve doing nothing to dissuade your distress. You were shaking from fear and sobbing uncontrollably.

"Stay right here doll," he urged before darting away. Once he was out of sight your legs gave out and you crumbled to the floor. You cupped your hands over your mouth and tried to control your sobbing.

When he returned you tensed up and pressed your back against the mirror again.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said crouching down at the entrance of the door. Was he going to suffocate you with the plastic bag, then throw your body in a ditch somewhere? Oh god why did you take those stupid pictures? "I'm incredibly sorry. Here let me," he said slowly picking up your things and placing them in the bag.

"I'm sorry doll. Shit. I'm still not used to the celebrity of being an Avenger ex or otherwise. I saw what you did at the cafe and I jumped to conclusions," he explained.

Taking a deep breath you tried to calm down. *You were the one in the wrong, right?* There were countless movies depicting what he had gone through. The life of the Avengers were dangerous, and full of espionage. *Why would he think you weren't some enemy combatant?*

When Bucky finished he reached out the bag for you to take. His metal handle looked shinier in the dressing room lights, but still very intimidating.

"Thank you," you willed yourself to take it, still trembling uncontrollably.

"I can’t apologize enough for what I did..." he said lifting a piece of the tatter bag. "And I ruined your bag. Let me replace it. There's a purse store right next door." Bucky explained, thumbing behind him, while staying eye level with you.

"Oh uh no tha-"

"Please," he pleaded.

"OK"

He smiled at you softly before reaching his hand out to help you up. You timidly took it, rising with him to your feet with his help. You said nothing as he held your hand firmly, walking with you out of the store. Everything was still such a shock, it felt as if you were watching everything happen. For all you knew he could be taking you to a place to murder you more easily, yet you let him pull you along.

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You were a bit relieved when Bucky pulled you into Hermes and not some alleyway. Bucky's debonair looks brought instant attention as soon as you both walked in the door. You wondered if you looked as bad as you felt, so you subtly wiped away tears and fixed your attire as he guided you. The walls were filled with purses in every color and size imaginable. You had only ever dreamed of having something like this.

"These bags are way too much" you whispered as he released you. "My purse didn't cost anywhere close to these things."

"With what I put you through, this is the least I could do. So please pick one." He insisted, pushing your lower back and forcing you to move.

You understood he was trying to make amends, but this felt wrong. You narrowed your eyes at him still unsure before gravitating over to your favorite color and size. You held the one you liked in your hand and felt the quality of the leather, your old purse paled in comparison.

"I know this might be out of line...but can I please have your number?" He asked casually as he approached you from behind. You felt the hairs on your neck shift and your heart race. You didn't know if it was the request or his uncomfortable closeness that put you on edge. "I would just sleep easier if I could call and check in on you. Just to make sure you’re OK. I still feel guilty," he explained while whispering into the shell of your ear.

"I uh... s-sure"

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It felt so unreal. You sat in your living room and stared at the purse. No one would believe it was real, and you highly doubted they would believe you if you told them who bought it. *Oh girl where did you get your purse? Oh you know the Winter Soldier almost murdered me in a dressing room, literally scaring the piss out of me. So to apologize he bought me a designer bag.*

*Ridiculous.*

A knock came at your door the same time your phone rang, both making you jump. The purse wasn't the only thing he left you with. The whole incident made you a little more jumpy than usual.

The knock came again, but you weren't expecting company or a package so you ignored it. Instead you fished out your phone first, if it was someone you knew then it was probably them calling you.

Bucky's name read across your phone's screen. He did say he would call to check on you, but you expected to be more of an empty gesture. *Maybe he still felt bad for what happened?* Though the purse was more than enough in regards to apologies.

"Hey doll you made it home safe?"

"Uh yeah sure did.. Um... Bucky I feel really guilty about the purse. I think you should take it back," you confessed over the phone. You loved it, but this wasn't right. You had second and third thoughts when he slipped the teller his credit card, but he insisted, even tearing apart the receipt for good measure.

"Nonsense, for what I put you through? It's the least I can do Doll."

"Do you need to get that?" Bucky inquired after another knock. You weren't surprised that he could hear what was happening around you. He was a super soldier after all and there was no telling what other super powers he had.

"No, I don't answer the door to people I don't know."

"I think you should," Bucky urged, but you let his comment hang there. "You'll be fine doll answer it," he reassured. Your brows knitted while you debated listening to him. *How would he know it was safe? Super soldier intuition?*

Reluctantly you walked to the door and peered through the peephole. Your blood ran cold in an instant. It was him. *How did he know where you lived? Had he followed you from the plaza?*

You stared at the door knob and debated before cautiously opening it. *He was a superhero and Avengers only hurt bad guys this is fine. Right?*

"Do you like them?" He asked as you stood stunned.

"I wasn't sure what you liked, but you can’t go wrong with roses." He stated cheerfully.

"Um.. they’re ... really beautiful." You tried to hide the discomfort on your face with a smile. "But how-"

"Do you have anywhere you would like me to put them?" Bucky interrupted.

"Oh um-mm just on the kitchen table." You motioned for him to come in reluctantly, the fragrant scent enveloping your nose as he passed. The massive bouquet was wider than your entryway, its beautiful presence didn't dissolve the concern that bit at the back of your mind. You tried to shrug it off. *He was a superhero so finding your address was probably a cake walk.*

"Steve reminded me that the proper way to apologize to a dame was with flowers." He remarked placing them down on the marble counter.

*Steve? As in Steve Rogers captain America.*

"He nearly put me on my ass when i told him what I did," he chuckled, you tried to laugh too, but it came out forced and strained. You couldn't help how uncomfortable you felt, he had showed up unannounced and the dressing room incident was still fresh on your mind. Even if he was a superhero and apologetic he had violated your privacy repeatedly.

"Something smells nice," he stated taking in a wiff.

"Oh.. it's just left over peach cobbler. I'm heating up some as a snack. Would you like some?" It was empty gesture, you only offered out of courtesy.

"If you don't mind," he smiled. Your heart fluttered at his beautiful grin. Despite your reluctance to have him here he was still painfully attractive.

You set out plates and utensils as the cobbler continued to heat in the oven. You felt his eyes follow you around the kitchen and tried to repeatedly remind yourself that superhero's only hurt bad people.

"Um milk or water. I think I might even have a bud light in the back of the fridge," you offer up grudgingly.

"Milk's fine."

You smiled a bit awkwardly before spinning off to get two glasses and the drinks.

"Did you bake it yourself?" He asked as you poured the milk.

"Uh...huh family recipe."

A ding came from the oven saving you from the awkward conversation. You excused yourself and grabbed your mitts to pull out the pie.

You placed the half eaten pie on the cooling tray on the table. You moved to grab the cutter, but Bucky beat you to it. The slicer wasn't as sharp as your other knives, but the sight of him with it in his hands made you uneasy.

You can hear your heart beat through your ears as you watched him stand and come closer. "Allow me," he smiled at you softly.

"W-would you like a scoop of vanilla?" You stuttered out still watching him carefully.

"If you are I guess I will too. Don't want to be too much of a bother."

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The warmth and sweetness melted in your mouth, but your concern still nipped at you. *Why did he care so much? Surely begin a super hero he had done worse.* You had seen countless photos of property damage. *Did all those people get the same treatment?*

"Is there something wrong doll?" He asked after a long stretch of silence.

"Bucky I think you've apologized more than enough." You stressed while covering your mouth still chewing.

"I know.... but I still feel awful for what I did," he explained sincerely.

"I know Bucky... but it's fine. I'm fine... I really appreciate your concern, but--"

"I've got one more surprise for you," Bucky interrupted.

"Oh no you've done too much. It's not like you wrecked my car or anything. I just got a little startled in a dressing room," You chuckled half joking.

Bucky pulled something from his pocket and sat it next to your plate. The tiny box looked funny with its large floppy bow, the satin on top wilted presumably from being cramped in his pocket.

"I know, I know, but this is the last one. Go on open it," he urged. Picking up the box reluctantly you pulled at the ribbon, it fell to the sides of the box.

"Wh-what is this" you stutter out very confused. It couldn't be what you thought, but the sight of the large diamond sat on the shiny band had you reeling.

"It’s a promise ring" he said crouching down on one knee before you. He studied your wide eyed confusion. "I promise to keep you safe."

*If that was a promise ring, what the fuck would an engagement ring look like?*

"I don't understand," You frowned at him concerned by the newest lavish gift.

"I realized today how dangerous it is for dames these days," he said taking the box back and picking the ring out. You shifted in your seat when he moved and got down a knee before you.

Your body stiffened when Bucky took your hand, placing the ring on it slowly. It fit so perfectly. *How? Why?* This all couldn't have accumulated just from the incident in the dressing room or a quick search on your social media page. "Do you know how many guys watched you at the cafe?"

Your skin prickled at the question.

"In the Boutique? Your car? Even with me there, I caught those eyes. Did you?" He professed kissing your hand with each question.

"Bucky...."

"I followed you easily. What if I wanted to hurt you? You don't have to be scared of me doll," he tried to reassure you as he brought your hand to his lips, kissing it tenderly.

His remarks might have been meant to be well intentioned, but it missed the mark completely. He didn't think you were a spy like he claimed in the dressing room. He had been stalking you.

You elbowed your glass and at the sound of the glass breaking against the floor he released you to your relief.

"Oh gosh," you feigned surprise at the shattering glass. Quickly, you shot up and moved to get your broom. A prop you could use to make space and keep distance. Pretend to clean and maybe he will get the hint and leave when you don't put the broom down.

"It’s OK I got it." Bucky took the broom from your hand, waving you off when you tried to stop him as he started to clean. "I don't know what you have planned tonight, but maybe we can go out and catch a movie," he suggested sweeping up the broken glass.

*Shit.*

"Umm... can you.. excuse me? I need to use the bathroom." You ignored his question and took off to your room. *You just needed to stop being a coward and speak your mind. Tell him thank you for his concern, but you wanted to be alone right now. Why was that so hard?*

Once inside you stared at the massive diamond on your hand. From the weight and shine you could tell it was real.

You took off the ring and placed it on the sink's counter top. If anyone saw you with it they would presume you'd gotten engaged. It was a lovely sentiment, but it should go to someone else along with the purse. It felt like he was using you as a surrogate for every indiscretion he had ever committed.

A knock came on the door startling you. "You OK in there doll?"

You could've sworn you locked your bedroom door. *Had he unlocked it?*

"Yeah" you staved off the distress in your voice, but you were sure you weren't convincing. Thankfully you could see this door was indeed locked, but his presence still had your heart racing. *Get it together just tell him the truth. He is a superhero he will understand.*

"Um I'm really tired.. it's been a long day." You hinted as you shouted through the door.

"Open up doll I'm getting worried out here." he sounded less concern and more stern as he jiggled the door handle again. You yelped when he banged on the door.

You jumped at the knob when it started to turn, somehow he unlocked it. You were able to lock it again, but his banging violently rattled the door.

"Unlock the door doll," he demanded.

"Bucky... please," you pleaded after pressing your weight against the door to stop the rattling, but his opposition didn't stop. "Just leave."

You stumbled forward when the door burst open. The scenery blurred as you descended to the floor. Everything hurt, you hissed at your bruised knees and tender elbows.

"Shit... Did I hurt--" Bucky’s concern fizzled out and you knew why, he saw the discarded ring. You spun around to face him, inching backwards until you hit the glass wall of the shower. You stared up at him as he stared down at you. You were trapped just like before in the dressing room.

"Why aren't you wearing my ring? Is it too small? I can get it resized." He stated, picking up the ring from the sink.

"I don't want it," you hissed sore and upset with his intrusion.

"Doll don't worry about the cost, I'd pay anything for you." He confessed seemingly oblivious to your feelings. *How could he not understand what he was doing wasn't right?*

You swallowed thickly and chose your words carefully. "Bucky... It’s late.. please go." You say politely as you could.

"You’re scaring me.. please.." you confess honestly.

He crouched down as you pulled your knees to your chest. You felt yourself start to shake as his closeness made you stressed.

"Please don't be scared of me," he sounded almost heartbroken. Your eyes followed Bucky's hand as it came close to your face. You turned away, squeezing your eyes shut unable to bear his closeness. Tears were already starting to bubble over, trailing down your cheek. You flinched as he framed your jaw, turning it to face him with ease. His thumb wiped a way tears, the brush of cold metal sending chills down your spine. "I won't hurt you. I'm not a monster anymore." Bucky whispered as he slid his hand from your face, resting at the base of your neck.

"Look at me," he asked softly, but it still sounded more like a command. When you refused again you felt a warning squeeze on your neck. "Look at me."

You felt his hand fall away and felt his presence dissipate, but dread still lingered.

"Fine then I'll force you to look at me."

The sudden pull at your ankle landed you flat on your back. You kicked and screamed as he began to drag you away. You twisted and turned trying to grab a hold of anything you could, your nails slid across the linoleum and then hardwood of the master bedroom.

"No! No please!" You screeched, frantically kicking at him as you struggled to get away.

He stopped at the base of your bed and pulled something from his pocket. You swiped at him when he got close, but he just chuckled and snatched your wrist.

"Please Bucky," you whined with your cheek pressed to the floor. His body clouded over you, pinning you down to the floor. You whined in pain as he bent your arm forcing you on your side. He stretched your arm uncomfortably behind you, before taking the other.

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Your tears pooled on the floor as the ribbon that had daintily encompassed the ring box now wrapped tightly around your wrist. The tingling from loss of circulation worsened when he kicked you over on your back. You don't know what he had planned, maybe there was a way to get out of this before it was too late.

"Bucky you’re right!" you said desperately. "You’re right I-i want to see you. I want to see you. I-i I just didn't want to take advantage of you. The ring was just so gorgeous I didn't want to get it wet." You vomited out words he might've wanted to hear.

Bucky narrowed his gaze down at you curiously. Your heart bashed in your chest as you tried to think of more things to say. "Let me get to know you," you looked up at him pleadingly.

"You really liked it?" He cocked a brow at you suspiciously. You shake your head frantically 'YES'. Bucky hoisted you up onto your feet, but you were disheartened when he didn't untie you. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing your bodies together and you instantly felt his need.

"Like I said you never have to worry about price, Doll. I don't mind spending every penny on you," he confessed hugging you tenderly. You tried not to tense as his hands hovered over your ass while he swayed you in his arms.

"Let's go out. Like you said a movie," you smiled at him endearingly, hopeful that he would untie you.

Bucky looked at you seductively, swiping at his bottom lip with his tongue as he considered your proposal.

"I kinda wanna stay in with my best gal." He leaned in close whispering over your lips, pressing his forehead against yours. He kissed you softly without warning. You tried to hold your lips tightly together, but failed when you gasped after he pinched your ass too hard. Your butt ached as he took his chance to invade your mouth.

You kissed him back robotically, praying that if you just complied for a little while longer it would be over soon. He easily snuck his hands past the waist band of your pants. You had chosen clothes today that were easy to change in an out of and now you cursed yourself for it.

Clumsily Bucky walked you backwards, your hip grazed the nightstand as he pushed you up against the wall, crushing your hands behind your back. He wedge himself between your legs, his cock felt threateningly hard. Your anxiety boiled over, you could feel the tears threaten to fall so you tried desperately to blink them away.

"You taste so sweet," Bucky panted pulling away from your lips. He looked too drunk on passion to care for your state of displeasure.

"You do too" you lied as he trailed passionate kisses down your chin and neck.

Bucky greedily sucked on your lips sucking down your whimpers. You felt the pressure at your waist dissipate as he pulled his metal hand away. Your skin prickled as it began to trail you your side, groping your breast. His metal digits snagged on an old hole in the fabric, with one pull he tore the fabric. The collar from the old shirt leaving a slight burn on your neck that made you wince.

"Bucky," you hissed lightly as he pulled your breast free from your bra. Your nipples hardening thanks to the cold Vibranium and his teasing tweaks that made you buck against his crotch. Embarrassed you soaked through your panties and pants leaving a stain on his crotch. You know he felt it, and you just waited for him to throw it in your face.

"Hmmm," you whined at the sharp pain as Bucky latched on to your nipple. The sensation of his mouth on your exposed breast made you squirm. Your wrists felt raw as you fidgeted, trying to break them free.

"You like that doll?" Bucky teased over your breast. The temperature of your room increased as he played with you at his leisure.

You felt his smile on your nipple each time you whimpered from the pain of the sharp bites. It all felt hopeless, even if you got free, what could you do? He would over power you again. Hot tears rolled down your face and into his hair, but he was too distracted to notice.

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A cold wetness remained when he pulled away. The ache from his teeth still resonating, keeping your nipple hard and alert.

"You look beautiful too," he confessed grinding into your wet spot.

Bucky bit into his bottom lip, his gaze burning you as he palmed your ass with his right hand. The weight of his gaze was unbearable,

"Look at me?" He asked when your eyes shut, but you refused. The Vibrianum hand on your breast moved quickly to your throat crushing it.

"Look at me." He demanded squeezing your neck tighter. Tears slipped from your eyes as he forced you to watch him. You followed his eyes as his grip slipped away from your neck, instead now using them to smoothed down your sides before hooking into the waist of your pants and panties.

You squeezed your legs together, but he rolled them down with ease. He let them rest at your feet, leaving your legs locked in the bunched up fabric.

"Spread your legs wide for me doll?" Bucky asked softly, dismissing your distress.

"Please you don't need to do this," you sobbed.

"Be good and open up your legs for me." He cooed.

You clamped your legs together, but Bucky wedged is hands between your thighs, prying them apart. In a delirious act of defiance you kicked as hard as you could at him. The sudden action knocking him off balance enough for you to hobble away. You didn't get far and Bucky put you back into place.

"I know think things are going too fast." He said matter of factly. "But don't worry I don't think your easy."

With your hope of escape squashed he dove in-between your thighs. His beard and hair tickling your skin as you stayed helplessly bound.

Bucky hummed as he tasted you, the sensationsent waves of heat throughout your body. When you tried to close your eyes as shame swallowed you whole, Bucky sucked hard on your bud. He tightened the straining coil in your core making you give in to his wordless demand to look at him. His tongued coated in your slick, curling methodically while you gulped down moans. You began to writhe uncontrollably against his face as you sobbed.

"You’re the sweetest thing I've ever tasted." He confessed as you panted. Your head fell against the wall dizzy from the inferno he set a blaze. Your legs felt like jelly, but Bucky helped you stay standing. His knowing smirk sickened you, you were angry that you were helpless, angry at his violation, and angry with your body’s betrayal.

"Fuck you!" You spat eyes burning with tears.

"Now doll good girls don't talk like that," he tutted rising once again to his feet. His hold on your hips amplified your trembling instead of steadying it.

"You’re a monster I hate you," you bawled. His look of disappointment reminded you just how dangerous he was.

He turned you around slamming you hard into the wall. Your hiss of pain muffled by the hand that snaked around, snatching a hold of your neck like a vice.

"I've apologized countless times and..." he growled as he squeezed your neck. Every effort you gave to beg for mercy got crushed in your throat. "Tried to show you how sorry I am."

He kicked your legs apart when you tried to press them together again. "But I see you want to be a brat and not accept my apology."

Your feeble swipes with your tied up hands barely grazed him. The jingle from his belt buckle and metallic down pull of his zipper had you fighting despite his choke hold on you.

"You've hurt my feelings doll." He spanked your ass hard, the sting pulsing as you choked for air.

You felt his breath on your back as he huffed and settled in behind you. "Please stop! Please! I'm sorry ppplllease." You croaked desperately.

"I know you’re sorry," Bucky feigned sincerity while holding you steady by the hip as your body trembled. "But I want you to show me how sorry you are."

The pain from his slap had hardly dissipated before Bucky buried himself deep inside. He wasted no time fucking you hard into the wall, your cheek felt bruised as it knocked against it.

"I'm sorry," you whined. You felt sorry for taking the picture, sorry for accepting the purse, and sorry for opening the door. But he didn't care for your apology really, he wanted to do what he wanted. You felt the real power of an Avenger as he over powered you.

Bucky grunted loudly like an animal, his hips slapping against your ass violently. You whimpered as your back arched uncomfortably. The choke hold on your neck and the possessive grip on your ass drew out a primal need from your core.

"Fuck!" Your toes curled as he stretched you. The motion of his thrust creating an internal wave that crashed against your walls violently.

"Cum for me and I'll forgive you," he panted out. You were over stuffed with his cock and he knew it. He bullied your cervix, bashing through your insides like a wrecking ball.

Bucky hit a spot deep in your core that made your walls tighten around him instinctively. He praised your hole while shaky breathes escaped as he plunged deeper.

"Come on my cock and show me how sorry you are," his husky voice commanded. "I want you to mark me as yours with your come"

The coil that he painstakingly tightened, finally reached its limits. You cried pathetically unable to hold off climax.

"There you go" he sounded so satisfied as you quivered around him. Bucky fucked you through your climax, his own movements jittery as he neared his own end.

Bucky collapsed over your back while still inside you. You felt his seed leak out as you strained to keep standing with his weight on your back.

"I forgive you Doll."

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Forbidden thoughts | 7. Guilty dreams of tasting

— PAIRING: soft!dark!Bucky Barnes x female!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: For one of his last missions to make amends, Bucky tracks down the daughter of a man he killed when he was the Winter Soldier. He follows her from a distance at first, then slowly gets to know her. Affection turns to love which turns to lust which turns into something darker. Bucky tells himself he’s stalking her with good intentions, but he knows that isn’t true anymore.

— CHAPTER NOTES: NSFW/18+. This is literally just 2000 words of smut, that's all this chapter is. Kissing, body worship, cunnilingus, all the good stuff. It's the last of the dirty dreams for ~a while~ because they'll be meeting in the next one. Enjoy, my dears! 🌺

— WORDCOUNT: 2.6K

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The hours stretched ahead of him well into the night, and the inky sky outside seemed even darker for the little light inside his room as if the sky wasn't a sky at all but the broad roof of a cave that he was lost in, or the black curtain of a theatre play — a comedy written by a depressive, if he had to guess.

Bucky sat at the desk back in his hotel room, in a white undershirt and a pair of shorts while his rain-soaked clothes lay stretched on a chair close to the heater. He had a glass of brandy in his hand, not that it helped much, while he rested his chin in the metal palm. He didn't feel very proud of what he'd done that day, stalking the girl and following her for hours around the museum. He'd done it to people before, of course, and it's not like anyone got hurt, but…

"Where did you think she was going? Home?" he asked himself. "As if that would've made it better…"

He took another sip of brandy and let it burn his mouth, then downed the whole glass in one gulp and hung his head, metal fingers threading through his hair. Few sounds came from the outside — the occasional car driving by, tires splashing in wet roads, and the slow dripping of the after-rain down the building's eaves. Staring at the floor, his eyes danced with the lamp's yellow light and the fading shadows of his legs, unmoving. Bucky was all alone, and yet he felt like hiding from the world.

Had he learned anything useful? Well, she had at least some friends, and liked her job, and had beautiful things around her to enjoy… She dressed comfortably in soft sweaters and thick skirts in earthen tones, liked sweets and hot drinks, kept her nails sharp and clean, chewed her lower lip when she was thinking and cracked her knuckles, bending the fingers back, before she started writing.

Bucky rubbed his hand up and down his knee and smiled as he thought back to what she looked like when she was stuck on some part of that article she was writing: hand splayed across her face with fingers grasping both cheeks, squishing them in tension, giving her a look of comical concern. She'd scowl at the paper and struggle against it as she got some words down, crossed out some, wrote over them, then leaned back to think about it while rubbing the frown away with an index finger.

One need battled with another and he wasn't sure he wanted to make a choice… He felt like he had to learn more about the girl, and maybe it was even time to take it more seriously — make contact again, whether in the park or elsewhere — but the longer he spent discovering the young woman, her life, the world she lived in scene by stolen scene, the more he wanted to take his time, maybe even stay for longer than he planned…

Three guesses to what his therapist would say to that.

A clock somewhere in the distance rang for 2 AM, and seeing as he wasn't making any headway by just stumbling through his thoughts, Bucky put the glass away, washed his face, and went to bed.

Maybe it was the low and lumpy mattress or the drafts in the hotel, but the lack of comfort helped him rest better than he had expected. He could drift off to the echoes of the footsteps sounding from the staircase, or the tram that passed by at the end of the nearby street, or the sound of his own breathing.

He didn't even seem to dream at first. Or, if he did, the dream was of a darkness that enveloped everything around him. Bucky was aware of it and, at the same time, wasn't, as if sleep and waking were mingled in one mind. But before he knew it, something changed — like a curtain pulled away or light blooming in the centre of a stage, a shape formed in this dream. It soon took on the soft contours of her body — bent backwards, laying open — and he was there with her. His hands were on her legs, caressing up and down the parted thighs, pushing them back a little to lay on a bed that was as black as the room and almost faded into it.

Her head was resting back and tilted, shadow falling over it part-way like a veil, but somehow he could see it too and know just what she looked like, how she gasped when his hands travelled up her thighs, then down, and how her eyes closed tightly when he got close enough that she could feel his breath, the hot tickle of his sigh, the exhale of a chuckle when he saw her clenching.

She winced in reply to something Bucky said, even though he didn't realise he'd spoken, but he knew precisely what he wanted to say — what he wanted her to hear. And as the words sank in, he felt her shift beneath his hands, could feel between his thumbs the pull of her core pulsing from his whispered coos. He looked on without shame as he held her open, and drank in every sound and squirm and tension that twisted before him.

The metal hand was gliding smoothly on her calf while his flesh palm staggered, coarse and sweaty, as he sunk his nails in her to scratch a light path down. He could feel every tendon tense, and every muscle shiver, and with every breath in he took, he could even taste the girl. His eyes drank her in too: swollen, throbbing, dripping wet, so warm and sweet that he could almost feel it coat his tongue. Bucky licked his lips and leaned in closer, eyes flicking up toward her face just briefly before focusing again on the tender flesh before him, the most open, most vulnerable part of her.

Her core blinked open and closed, just behind her gently parted slit, staining the shadows with its fleshy shade, raw like a freshly pierced deer lying prone before its predator. The lips faded at the top into a barely-there, hidden hood that hid, in turn, the button of her pleasure. It peeked just barely out, and he had to turn his head to see it: hard little tip of flesh hidden by the cover of soft skin. Bucky licked his lips again and smiled, his member throbbing in sympathy, and he could feel the tip of his manhood starting to poke out beyond the protection of the shaft, brushing against the rough material of his boxers.

A metal finger tickled a path down toward her, cold and light but touching her just enough that she would notice, until it reached the dampened fluff. He teased himself as much as her, knowing that he couldn't feel what he was touching, having to imagine what it felt like by just looking and by hearing her react. A breath got stuck in her throat when the finger reached her little hole, but instead of going further, it went up, up toward the tuft that hid her fleshy hood and higher, where it met her lower abdomen.

He pet her there, as gently as if she were a frightened kitten, then let his finger trail down toward the centre of her mound until it found her hardened little nub. Her hips arched as the cold metal kissed her feverish tip. He gentled her by circling it, moving slowly, letting her feel everything. Then, the finger slipped down, never leaving the surface of her body, going in a straight line toward her opening but stopping right at its edge. He bit his lip when he saw the little circle opening and closing, anxious with the anticipation of being touched.

Bucky ran his cheek against her inner thigh, upward to her knee, then down, listening to every sharp intake or trembling breath, his right hand tightening just enough that he could feel her heartbeat through her skin. He turned his face to kiss her knee, keeping his eyes on where her face would be, and smiled. She smelled so sweet, tasted even better, and he wanted to tell her so but nothing came out of his lips.

With a sigh, he pushed himself upward and stretched above her, hovering over the girl's bent body until he could look down into her face. Behind that veil of shadow, he could just about see her eyes — wide open and shining, scared, and waiting. Her fleshy lips, bitten blood-red by now, were parted, suspended in a gasp. Bucky traced the contours of her mouth with his eyes, imagining a hundred ways to kiss her before finally leaning down and placing, very light and briefly, his lips upon hers in one loving peck.

He kissed her chin next, then travelled the length of her throat right down the middle in smaller and faster little kisses that burnt a path across her body. The young woman's chest went up and down in deep and steady pants beneath him. Bucky pressed a kiss on her right shoulder, and then another further in, following the length of her clavicle with long, lingering kisses until he reached the other side of her. Moving slightly lower, he could just about hear the heart beating underneath. With a smile, he pressed his lips to her left breast, then lower, lower, until he reached the berry of her tip and suckled it into his mouth. His hands still kept her thighs spread, steadying her as he explored her body, but hers came up toward him, out of the pitch-black darkness of the dream, to thread like branches through his hair. Bucky sighed at feeling her, the fingers cold at first, but turning warmer, softer the longer she caressed him. He couldn't help but purr at the sensation of her gentle touch soothing away his hard and heavy thoughts.

With a moan, he let her hardened nub slip from his mouth, then he moved to the other after another wet, warm trail of rain-like kisses across. His tongue tickled a path from the bottom of her breast and when it reached the top, he closed his lips around it, scooping it into his mouth with relish. His teeth just barely closed against it, not hard enough to leave a mark but just enough to make her jump. Bucky chuckled teasingly as he let this tip go as well, and went lower. Her fingers slipped from his short hair and fell back to the bed, the little thump they made fading throughout the room.

His hands let go of the girl's legs to close around her waist instead, holding her body still as he tickled her with kisses on her ribcage, the centre of her chest, her tensing abdomen, then on either side of her body where she was so sensitive, soft, and adorably ticklish. He could feel her squirming right under his lips as giggles bubbled from her throat. Bucky's hands closed around her middle to steady her as he continued to press his smiling mouth in kisses all along her sides, her tummy, her lower stomach — that vulnerable place where she'd carry their baby if he ever got her to agree. He kissed on the right side, then the left, then slipped to his knees beside the bed again and let his lips drag a wet path to her hips.

His teeth closed around the arch of the bone beneath, tongue slipping out to taste the slight salty sweat that gathered there, then he pulled it in his mouth with a tight suckle at her skin. Bucky left it to trail his lips toward the other side, stopping now and then to leave another kiss, feeling how she sucked her stomach in whenever his chin brushed against her mound. His hands went once more around her thighs, each palm cupping them to hold her open until he was finished wetting the whole surface of her abdomen with kisses.

He pressed her legs tighter around him and nuzzled her soft mound, moaning at the distinctive sweetness of a pliant, innocent and loving girl beneath him, and with the lightest movement came to rest with his mouth right above her opening. His parted lips brushed just the surface of her slit, never going forward nor leaving her, staying close enough to touch the tender inside. Listening always for her winces, he placed his thumbs on either side and spread her lips carefully, then placed one gentle, brief kiss on her wet flesh. The girl jumped and he could feel the echoes of her shivers, but she didn't say a word. He let his lips tease and tickle her plump lips, smiling as he moved them just slightly back and forth while his mouth was slightly parted, letting her feel his hot breath at her centre.

Bucky let his tongue slip out now and then, just between his teeth, to taste her then retreat. Her gorgeous thighs tensed each time and he could hear her wincing, begging almost for something more. And every time the tongue slipped out again, he found her wetter, warmer, dripping by the end so desperately that, when he opened his eyes, he saw her leaking all the way down to the bed. Her girlish opening was shining, even in the dark, and when he looked up he felt his heart swell at the sight of her hands — one gripping her neck, fingers spread like the shock of a web, to silence her, the other caressing her breast with slow, thoughtless abandon, cupping it the way he'd done a little earlier with his tongue. Her blood-red lips were parted, the hint of her sharp teeth visible just on the other side like a constant threat, and her eyes, although he couldn't see them, pierced through his heart as surely as a knife.

Bucky smirked and moved up slightly, catching sight of that hardened little nub that peeked out. It looked more swollen than before. He kissed it too and was greedy enough to lick its length, swallowing her taste as if he could consume her whole body with his mouth. Faint cries echoed from the corners of the room and reverberated inward, into her, and suddenly she felt like glass beneath him. Holding her in one deep, lingering kiss and pulling downward, moving to her fleshier inside until the nub slipped from his mouth, he swallowed up every droplet that spilt out of her, every bit of warmth, every sound she had to give from strangled gasps to the wet lapping that was made as she tightened and released beneath his mouth.

Every kiss and suckling of her skin felt lighter, colder, emptier, and started to fill up with the shadow that surrounded them. Her throbbing finally subsided, but the wetness that slipped out of her for him to lick and swallow turned cold before he even tasted it, and the rich droplets she'd given him so far turned into a string of faint transparent tears as she came down from the high he'd brought her to. The more of her he tasted, the less he had, the less of her there was, and above him, he could hear her gasps turn into sobs and moans and the sort of hiccups that came with sobbing. Bucky knew it wasn't really her feeling that way, it wasn't the girl that was desperate for love and disappearing, just like it wasn't her fault that the more of her he took the more he needed, and as softly as it started, this dream too faded away.

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