#bucky: wanna take a ride on my motorcycle and then ride me

[auroralwriting]

need a hand?

bucky barnes x reader (no use of y/n)

bucky fails at being romantic on your first date.. kind of

word count: 738 | warnings: bucky being a goofball

lowkey this is the funniest fic i've ever written, enjoy silly bucky!

James Buchanan Barnes considered himself a true, old-fashioned romantic. So, when you said yes to your first date after a long friendship, Bucky knew he had to make everything perfect for you.

Being two Avengers (or whatever superheros were now called), your lives were filled with action. Bucky wanted to do something laidback, fun, relaxed. After a few Google searches, Bucky decided he'd take you to Dave and Busters for your first date.

Of course, he planned on absolutely winning you over. Sure, it was the first date, but Bucky wanted to show you how romantic he could be. Casual flirting and small touches were already established; he wanted you to swoon.

So, the day finally came for your first date. Bucky had told you to dress casually, so he did the same. He definitely tried to look his best, even if it was a casual look. By the looks of your outfit, you thought the same.

You were definitely surprised when Bucky walked you out to his motorcycle. You didn't know he rode one, so that was great news. The ride there was fun, Bucky sang loudly as you laughed. It was enjoyable.

Once you arrived to Dave and Busters, Bucky made sure to get as many tokens as he could so you both could spend all the time in the world having fun. You played games, competed for who could get the best high score, and casually made fun of each other while you played. So far, things were going great!

Then, your eye caught onto a small stuffed animal in a claw machine you just adored. It took Bucky less than five seconds to decide he was getting you that stuffed animal. So, ten whole minutes were spent in anticipation as Bucky repeatedly tried to win it for you. Of course, as all claw machines are, it was clearly rigged, dropping the toy before it hardly lifted in the air.

"I'm gonna get it," Bucky promised, swiping his card once more in the machine.

You laughed, "I'm gonna go get a drink, you keep trying, okay?"

Even after you left, another turn went wasted as Bucky failed to get the toy. So, he made a new plan, he was going to reach in and grab it.

With his metal arm stuffed up the machine, Bucky quickly realized there was no way he could reach it. So, he went to withdraw his arm when he realized it was stuck. After a few more tugs, panic settled in his core. Shit, this was bad.

"Uhm, Buck?" Shit!

Bucky turned his head to see you standing behind him, stifling a laugh. "Hey, doll,"

"Are you stuck?" You asked slowly, lips pressing together tightly in the strongest attempt to keep yourself from bursting into tears right then and there from the humor of it all.

With an awkward look, Bucky muttered, "No.."

You giggled and knelt down next to him, "Can I?" Bucky nodded with a sigh as your hands found the small buttons on his metal arm that detached it. It fell right off his body and thankfully out of the machine. Bucky stood up and reattached it, doing a full three-sixty with his arm to set it back in place.

"Were you trying to get me that stuffed animal?" You asked softly.

"I didn't wanna waste our tokens..." Bucky trailed off. You could've sworn in that moment, you had hearts for eyes.

You grabbed Bucky and lead him back to the machine, "Watch and learn, Barnes," You said smoothly as the game started up. With just one try, the toy was now in the claws grasp, falling down into the compartment for you to grab. It was safe to say Bucky was floored.

"How did you do that?" He asked as you laughed.

"It's my special talent," You answered with a confident look.

Bucky raised an eyebrow at you, "You know mine?" With a shake of your head, Bucky smirked slyly at you, "Do you wanna know?" Before you could answer, Bucky grabbed your waist with both hands, pulling you flesh against him as he placed a strong kiss on your lips. It was so soft, yet so smooth and passionate.

Once he pulled back, you stared at him with wide eyes and red cheeks. "That's a good talent." Bucky let out a loud laugh at your response as he kissed your knuckles.

"C'mon, doll. Show me what other games you can win for us."

[flowerpotmage]

Caught in the Rain

Bucky comes by for a visit, and you both get caught in the rain.

Pair: James "Bucky" Barnes & GN!Reader

Notes: fluff and kisses and Bucky just being a ray of sunshine

Word Count: 1k

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A concrete bench in the rain is arguably not the ideal setting for the purpose of basking in nature. Even shielded somewhat from the drops of water that fall from the sky, the concrete soaks up the atmospheric moisture and chills the uncomfortably hard surface further—even through your raincoat. Still, the smell of the rain, the petrichor of wet grass and concrete, blankets you with all the peace and comfort of a homemade family quilt.

A chirp in your pocket disrupts your pensive state, and after a short pause, you reach into your pocket for your Stark Phone. The screen wakes when you lift it to your face, a message in glowing letters disrupting the soft gray air with harsh white-blue light.

Almost there

It’s less than a minute later when the author rumbles around the corner on his motorcycle, slowing to a stop at the sidewalk in front of your bench. You stand when he kicks down the stand, all wet black cloth and leather and sleek dark helmet, unable to hide your broad grin as he lifts the helmet off his head.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he smiles at you. The rain is only a drizzle now, so you step out onto the unsheltered sidewalk towards him. “How about this rain, huh?”

You chuckle. “I don’t mind it. Was the ride bad?”

He shakes his head slightly, smiling his little half smile and keeping his eyes on yours. The blue sparkles brightly against the black of his clothes and the gray of the buildings and skies behind him. “Peace of cake.”

You close the distance, holding a hand out to him. He balances his helmet on his lap, reaching out his glove-covered flesh hand to take yours and squeeze it gently. The misty drizzle dusts his long dark hair with silver droplets, the strands messy from the helmet and tucked behind his ears.

“I know the plan was to go back,” he says, eyes crinkling further as you swing your hands between the two of you. “But I don’t wanna risk the wet roads with you on the bike.” His face turns apologetic.

“What, you mean the bike doesn’t turn into a car at the push of a button?” you tease, stepping into his space to brush a stray droplet of water from his hairline. Your thigh presses against the outside of his own, and his knee, from where he still sits on the bike. “It’s okay, James. We can stay at my place tonight, or until it dries up.”

His smile turns to one of gratitude, lifting your hand to kiss the knuckles. “Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll go park and meet you back here.”

You nod, stepping back and squeezing his hand before letting go. He pulls his helmet back on and rides off around the other corner where the nearest parking garage waits. You follow on foot.

Bucky laughs when he finds you waiting at the garage entrance, helmet in his left hand. “Couldn’t wait to see me again, huh?”

“Mhm,” you hum in affirmation. “Plus, standing around was getting boring.”

“Fair enough,” he says, kissing the top of your hair when he reaches you, now as wet as his.

You smile, eyes closing and taking his free hand. “I know you said the ride was fine, but how was the rain, really?”

“Should’ve checked the weather and borrowed a car,” he says, and the two of you begin the short walk back to your building, hand in hand. “But it’ll be nice to have a night off the compound.”

“Getting tired of your roommates already?”

“Maybe you just want you all to myself, sweetheart.”

The flattered and flustered warmth that rushes through you makes the sudden downpour all the more icy, shocking a gasp from you.

“Oh, Jesus,” Bucky says, tugging your hand. “Let’s run for it.”

With one hand in Bucky’s and the other trying to pull your raincoat hood up over your head, you jog behind Bucky back to your building. Puddles splashing under your feet cast water onto one another’s legs, rainwater dripping down your neck and into your shirt collar, then down your back. Already, just steps from the front door, you can feel yourself shivering.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re soaking,” Bucky says, looking at you with sympathy as he pushes through the front door and pulling you in after him. “Let’s get you upstairs.”

He’s not as soaked as you are, apparently, his motorcycle gear having kept him shielded from the worst of it. You both know he doesn’t need the same protection as most for a simple ride, but when you’d told him once how nervous it makes you, he made a point to dress the part for your peace of mind—with, of course, the additional knowledge that you found motorcycle gear quite attractive. Though the gear had kept his body mostly dry, his hair is plastered to his skin, dark brown soaked to black and clinging to his jaw and his neck.

He keeps an arm around you in the elevator, rubbing your arm to warm you up through several floors and then down your hallway.

“Still can’t get over how you’re not cold,” you say, shivering as he closes your front door.

He chuckles. “Come on, let’s get you dry.”

Bucky helps you take off your raincoat, your jacket. Your shirt underneath is still somewhat dry at least, but your skin is cold and clammy and Bucky wraps his arms around you, rubbing his flesh hand vigorously up and down your back to warm you up, peppering kisses on your hair and forehead.

“Buck,” you say. “Your clothes are soaking too, I don’t know how much this is gonna help–”

“Shit,” he says, pausing. He pulls back slightly, pressing another kiss to your face, the skin on your cheek under your eye.

You chuckle, still shivering slightly and watching with a smile as he sheds his jacket.

“Sorry sweetheart,” he says, pressing another kiss to your face and wrapping you back up in his arms. While your skin is damp and cold, the small amount of moisture on his skin has done nothing to temper the steady warmth of his body, and you can’t help but burrow further into his embrace.

“It’s okay, angel,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Still holding you close, he does his best to walk the two of you to the bathroom. He’s only slightly hampered by the numerous kisses the two of you begin exchanging in some sort of childish competition, broken by smiles and chuckles, and ended only when he pulls one of your towels off the rack to start drying you off.

“Your hair,” you say, feeling much like a troublemaking kitten after a flea bath with the way he playfully roughs the towel around your back, practically scrubbing the water off your skin. He leaves the towel around you, carefully draped over your shoulders like a shawl, and takes the second towel in the room to dry his hair.

“Better?”

“Better.”

[onsunnyside]

HAMMMMM ok sunsun how abput step bro ari and his pervy fratbros after the night they ignore naive reader and after bucky finds out and she went to ari’s bed i want to know what happened in the morning so badddddd🫣🫣🫣🫣🫠🫠🫠🫠😭😭😭😭

-🦁

you want to know huh 😼: [party drabble | morning after drabble] consider this a snippet bc it’ll be in the fic !!

A heavy sigh sounds through the room when Steve enters, his head is hung low and and he’s holding his sketchbook.

“She’s ignoring you too?”

“Yup.” He answers short, joining the rest of the dejected frat boys. He flips open to the empty page, the blank white just waiting for your body to be drawn with graphite. “She promised to be my model too.”

“Well that was before you brushed her off like she was nothing.”

“If I brushed her off, all of you did too.”

Their conversation is cut short when you walk into the living room, clad in one of Ari’s comfiest sweaters and your feet tucked into those cute slippers.

“Hey, duck! You wanna take a ride on my motorcycle today? We can go get ice cream.” Curtis greets happily, or desperately.

“What if we take a walk to the park? We can feed the ducks, I know you love that.” Steve is still sore from when you first ignored him, but he wants to keep trying until you at least look at him.

“Baby, c’mere.” Another voice speaks up.

You tuck your hands into your pockets and step over their long legs to get to the other, older frat boy in the love seat. You flash him a sweet smile and sit in his lap, “yes, Andy?”

The brunet smirks, grateful he had to skip the party last night. Currently, Steve and Curtis are the only ones on your grudge list. He heard you make up with Ari earlier this morning—the whole house must’ve heard too.

“What are your plans today?” He rubs your hip.

“Nothin’… I was gonna go to my dorm for a bit. Maybe hang out with Bucky!”

Your words are followed by two deep grunts.

“You’re going to leave?” Curtis asks, his frown only deepening when you don’t answer. “Ducky.” He tries again.

Andy’s touch trails up to your cheek, lightly pinching the flesh. “You don’t wanna talk to them, sweet baby?”

You shake your head, hiding away in the crook of his neck. You can feel their gazes burning through your skull.

“That’s okay—”

“No it isn’t!”

“You have me and Lloyd, and your big brother to keep you company today, tomorrow, however long you need.”

Steve and Curtis grit their teeth, seconds away from prying you out of Andy’s big hands. It was unfair enough that they have to share you with each other, now that slim timeframe was nonexistent because of some sorority whores.

They weren’t you, no one was like you.

“How about we go out for dinner? You, me, Lloyd and Ari. Get out of the house, maybe see a movie later too?” Andy says loud enough for the other guys to hear.

“Can Bucky come too?” You ask quietly, shivering as his fingers rub the back of your neck. “I-I, uh… he’s really nice to me…”

Those grunts again.

“Of course, duck. Not like we need the space in the car for anyone else.”

me thinks… reader has a little crush on Bucky 🫡 am I smelling a rivalry between him and stepbro!ari 😳😳

[bcolfanfic]

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

what are some songs you associate with either of them?

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

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

bucky

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

east side of sorrow - zach bryan

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

oklahoma smokeshow - zach bryan

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

el dorado - zach bryan

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

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

burn, burn, burn - zach bryan

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

you should probably leave - chris stapleton

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

me against the mountain - ian munsick

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

painkillers - rainbow kitten surprise

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

motorcycle - colter wall

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

physco - jack kittel

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

go your own way - fleetwood mac

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

third eye - florence + the machine

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

astrovan - mt. joy

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

gold dust woman - fleetwood mac

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

all these things that i’ve done - the killers

i got soul / but i'm not a solider

between me and you - brandon flowers

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

gale

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

follow you to virgie - tyler childers

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

coal - tyler childers

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

nose on the grindstone - tyler childers

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

folsom prison blues - johnny cash

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

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

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

where we’ll never grow old - johnny cash

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

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

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

wouldn’t it be nice - the beach boys

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

the chain - fleetwood mac

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

romeo and juliet - the killers

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

xo - beyonce

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

if i ain't got you - alicia keys

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

sweet escape - gwen stefani

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

come on over baby - christina aguilera

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

the clock was tickin’ - brandon flowers

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

[nya-in-the-multiverse]

people that i’m most excited to meet in each dr:

(take this as a motivational exercise & feel free to do your own version)

starting off strong-

the originals - Kol Mikaelson (twin brother)

i’m not even kidding when i tell you this man got me trough the worst times of my life- in theory i had the originals dr years before discovering shifting as a concept. the connection I feel with him is just different level and I can’t wait to finally see him in person, giving him the biggest hug. even in my dr we are the closest so I just can not wait to spend time with him <3 (we’ll annoy the shit out of everyone around)

mcu - Tony Stark (uncle, father figure)

i’m a basic bitch, ofc i have seen Tony as my father figure from the moment I got into marvel- all jokes aside, his d*ath in EG completely crushed me and I cried so damn much multiple times bc of it. i can not wait to see him alive and thrivin. i know he will probably annoy the hell out of me eventually but i’ll do the same, that’s how we bond <3

Bucky Barnes (close friend, it’s complicated- )

adding two people for mcu because this is my exercise, i can do whatever

another person in who I found indescribable comfort. i can’t even imagine our first interaction, i’ll probably be intimidated af. (just imagining him towering over me makes me giggle and kick my feet in the air) we’re friends in my dr so far because i don’t wanna do relationships right off the bat. but i’m just so excited for our night rides around city on his motorcycle.

stranger things - El Hopper (younger sister)

my sweet precious girl. I can not wait to spend time with her. I always wanted a sister but before her i don’t think i ever scripted one. I’m meeting her right after I wake up, since we live in cabin together and I’m so excited. might sneak her into mall cinema sometimes, she deserves some fun.

grishaverse - Genya Safin

my love, my light, the reason my heart keeps beating- i love her so much. I haven’t really been focused on this dr for a while but I still am undeniably head over heels for this woman. we’re not “together” yet, but we have so much tension it must be quite obvious even to Ivan. i will never let her get hurt by anyone (Aleksander I’m looking at you- ) my girl will be safe and sound, I promise.

[i got a channeled letter from her once, which i think is the reason why i’m so damn in love with her it’s embarrassing]

fame - RDJ

i could go on and on about my fame dr. i’m so excited to see the people who are behind my favorite characters, also i can’t wait to be a part of those projects. but if i have to choose one person, it’s gonna be Robert ‘cause he’s such a big inspiration for me in general <3 i started out pretty young with big projects and my parents weren’t around just moved away they are not dead so he became sort of my mentor (i could give a backstory for my fame dr is anyone is interested lol).

[lovelyirony]

high school tony knows hes too smart to actually have to give a shit about school and has therefore made it his goal to sleep his way thru the football team by senior year but that plan got interrupted when he found True Love

literally through four guys and he sets his sight on bucky: hello bucky 

bucky: hey dollface ;) 

tony: this was. a mistake. 

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Knockin' Boots | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! I know that this is a very niche topic, but I went to the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo last night with my ride or die @mandersshow and we decided that Bucky needed to go too!

If you like what you read, please reblog so that others can find my writing 🥰

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Bucky stood out like a sore thumb. Clad in his trusty leather jacket, worn motorcycle boots, and the same tight black tshirt and jeans combo he wore everyday- he didn’t quite fit in. But seeing you smile as you walked him through the flood of people gathering at the stadium made the awkward feeling in his stomach worth it. “Whaddya think so far, Barnes?” you stared up at him, taking inventory of his expression, “not quite what you’re used to, huh?”

Bucky scanned the rodeo crowd and thought he may have somehow ended up on a different planet. Thousands of people in cowboy boots, cowboy hats, and all sorts of Texas-themed apparel surrounded him on all sides. “Definitely a new experience for me…” he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his body, “but I’m happy to be here with you”. He marveled at the large carnival set up in the parking lot and the countless food stands selling things he’d never even heard of.

“Fried Oreos? Fried cheesecake? Fried rattlesnake? Why is at all fried- and why are people eating rattlesnake?”

Bucky’s questions sent you into a fit of laughter that almost made you double over. “Because! It’s Texas…I don’t know, we fry stuff! It’s all really good- I promise.” With a gentle tug you tried to lead Bucky in the direction of one of the booths, but he grew distracted by the loud dinging of a bell and a man’s voice shouting “winner!” He pulled you away from the food and made a beeline for one of the silly carnival games awarding people with oversized stuffed animals. “I wanna win you something, sweets. Just tell me what you want and it’s yours”.He pressed a kiss to your cheek and handed the man in the booth a ticket, waiting for you to make up your mind.

“Buck, these things are rigged- barely anyone ever wins”. He recoiled with a faux-offended gasp, shocked that you’d assume he’d lose. “Wow, sweetheart. I thought you had faith in me! That hurts”. Your body met his in a playful shove, but Bucky’s muscle-laden body didn’t move an inch. “Okay, okay, fine! See that stuffed cat? The red one? I want that! And I’m gonna name it Natasha- win me a Natasha!” Bucky rolled his eyes and laughed his deep, rich laugh, muttering about how 'Nat is just gonna love that'.

Bucky grabbed the three baseballs granted to him and sized up the stack of glass bottles that sat just a few feet away. In the twenty-something years that you’d been attending the Houston rodeo with your family, never had you been able to win anything from this booth- but you should’ve known that Bucky would break your losing streak. With a smug smile, he handed you your red cat, Natasha, after throwing only one ball. “What did you say, doll? About how no one ever wins? Cause I beg to differ…” He laughed again as you flung your arms around his neck and dotted kisses all over his reddened cheeks. "You're amazing! I mean, I know you're a superhero, but this? THIS is incredible."

“What’s next, sweetheart? Cause I think we could get you any prize in this place…” he sized up the other games and eyed the prizes he wanted to win for his best girl. Bucky was probably right, and you were tempted to return to the compound the following week with an army of stuffed animals named after everyone on the team- but you had a better idea. “Follow me!" you tugged Bucky in the direction of your favorite food stand and ordered your rodeo usual- a fried cinnamon roll topped with vanilla ice cream. Bucky’s eyes widened at the sheer size and heft of the treat, “wow- okay, so when they say ‘everything’s bigger in Texas’- they mean it…” With a confident nod, you took Bucky by the hand and led him to a table.

“That might be the best thing I’ve ever eaten…jesus christ” Bucky swiped a napkin across his lips, banishing a few remaining crumbs, “I think I’ll need to get another one for the road before we leave”. A satisfied smile stretched across your face and made your cheeks ache, but you didn’t mind. Bringing Bucky home for the first time made you a little worried, seeing as people tended to react poorly to his past- but Bucky was just happy to meet your family. And when they offered you their rodeo tickets so you could “show Bucky some Texas culture”, you couldn’t resist.

As the sun began to set, you and Bucky found your way inside the stadium and planted yourselves in your seats. Bucky marveled at the rodeo events, sitting on the edge of his seat as he watched cowboys wrestle steer and compete in barrel races. “Hey, you think I could do that?” Bucky pointed at the man holding on for dear life as his horse bucked beneath him.

“Um, could you? Yeah, for sure, Buck. But should you? Absolutely not.”

“Why?”

“Buck-”

“We both know I’d be awesome at it!”

“I mean…true. But I don’t see you having much time to practice your rough ridin’- you kinda have a full time job as one of earth’s mightiest heroes”.

Bucky slumped in his seat, a dramatic frown pulled his features downward, “Ugh. Fiiiiiiiiiiine- you’re right. I guess I’ll keep saving the world”.

You leaned over and peppered his cheek with kisses, thanking him for keeping the world safe long enough for you to bring him to the rodeo. He blushed and wrapped an arm around you, telling you that everything he did was for you- and he meant it.

The two of you watched the calf scramble and the mutton bustin’, Bucky laughing the entire time. He couldn’t believe that these types of events really happened outside of the wild west, but he loved every second of it. So much so that, when the lights began to dim for the concert, he was almost disappointed.

The loud music and bright lights were accompanied by the smooth voice of a singer Bucky had never heard of. He watched you sing along to the one country singer you liked, the singular holdover from your southern upbringing. Even though he had no idea who Luke Bryan was, Bucky couldn’t help but smile as you sang the lyrics to “Knockin’ Boots” to him. And when the song ended, he leaned over, attempting to talk to you over the roar of the crowd. “What does ‘knockin boots’ mean?” he practically shouted, pulling a loud laugh from you.

“It means sex! You and me- we knock boots!” you yelled back before enveloping Bucky’s lips with yours, “I love knockin’ boots with you!” Even in the darkened arena, you could see Bucky’s cheeks turn a slight shade of pink.

And when the concert ended, Bucky led you safely through the crowd of people, making sure that no wandering hands ever touched you- and you did the same for your new stuffed animal. “Okay- on a scale of one to ten, what did you think?” you looked up at Bucky as the two of you stood in line for yet another fried cinnamon roll, “be honest! My feelings won’t be hurt…that much”. Bucky rolled his eyes when you shot him a wink, and pretended to hem and haw over his rating. “Honestly, I didn’t think I’d like it…I knew I’d have fun because I was gonna be with you, but, I wasn’t so sure about all this”. He looked around, taking in the bright lights from the carnival and the seemingly endless food stands.

“But I had a great time, sweets. Honestly. I think I wanna come back next year”. Bucky’s heart melted when your eyes lit up, the promise of another visit home with the love of your life on the horizon. “I mean, I have to come back, right? I didn’t even get to try the fried rattlesnake”. With a playful shove, you nudged your body into Bucky’s. His arms encircled your waist, holding you close and refusing to let you go. He leaned down so that his lips ghosted along the outside of your ear, “And if this second fried cinnamon roll doesn't kill me, maybe we can even knock boots later?”

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[mylovelies-docx]

Power Over Me - Chapter 3

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

“Only for you, darlin’.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Buck.”

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sigh and continue browsing.

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Only if you are,” you retort.

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

“You got it, boss.”

Chapter 4

[222col]

Complicated (Part 2)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: following on from part one, what happens the morning after the night before? 

Word Count: 948

Note: There is definitely going to be a good few more parts to this story, I have some fun ideas hehe. update : part 3 !!

Bucky was dreading heading to see the others. He’d been laying in bed for a few hours, questioning himself over and over. Would she have told the others? Told Finn? Was she going to ignore me? These questions were running through his head on a loop. He knew he couldn’t stay in his room forever. Building up the courage, he headed towards the kitchen. 

Y/N was the only other person there. She got up from her seat and walked towards him. “What was that last night?” She shouts, pushing him backwards. “I don’t know, Y/N. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for it to go down like that.” He can’t even look her in eyes, so ashamed of his actions. “Tell no one.” She says, retreating back to where she was originally sat. Bucky nods his head and goes to make himself a cup of coffee. Natasha storms into the kitchen. “Y/N, my room. Now.” 

She follows Nat’s instructions and heads to her bedroom. “Finn wasn’t working last night.” Y/N furrows her eyebrow at her friend. “I asked Tony. He told me Finn wasn’t working last night.” All kinds of thoughts are running through her mind, she can’t understand why he would lie to her. “Then where was he?” 

Where were you last night? I know you weren’t working. - Y/N

What are you on about, baby? I was working. I’m sorry I missed the party, how was it? - Finn

No, no you weren’t working. Tell me where you were. - Y/N

Stop being so dramatic, Y/N. You’re acting like a psycho girlfriend, it’s not a good color on you. - Finn

Don’t do that. Tell me where you were Finn. - Y/N

I’m not talking to you when you’re like this, Y/N. Text me when you come to your senses. - Finn

“Fucking asshole.” Y/N rushes out of Nat’s room. “Don’t follow me, Natasha.” She heads to the gym at the back of the building. Immediately wrapping up her hands and starting on the punching bag. Her phone beeps while she’s working out.

She has no idea that I was with you baby girl don’t worry, she thinks I was working. We’re in the clear, wanna come over again tonight and repeat last night ;) - Finn

She can’t believe it. Her phone drops from her hands, hitting the floor. She can’t help the tears that fall from her face. Wiping them quickly, she puts her phone back and continues on the punching bag.

Y/N screams with every punch, taking all of her anger out on the bag. “Fucking cheating scum, I hate you!” She shouts out, hitting harder than she ever has before. Her body starts to fall to the ground, but it doesn’t. Someone catches her. Bucky. “I got you.” It was like she was never annoyed at him. She let him hold all of her body weight as the two of them sank to the floor. He places her in his lap, her arms wrapping around him immediately. Her tears soaking through Bucky’s shirt, he doesn’t try to stop her crying, he just rubs her back and tells her to let it out.

“Why couldn’t it just have been you and me, Buck?” She lets out in between sobs. “We would have been perfect together.” Bucky rests his head on hers. “I was going to tell you how much I like you, and then you told us all about Finn. I wasn’t quick enough.” Y/N looks up at him, her eyes red and puffy. “I liked you too.” 

“I guess we were just too late.” Bucky says, his heart heavy. He missed his chance. She could have been his, if he had just told her sooner. “I have to go do something, are you going to be okay?” She nods her head, the two of them standing up together. Bucky walks her to Nat’s room, explaining to her what has happened. She takes Y/N in her arms. “I got her.” Nat whispers. 

Bucky jumps right onto his motorcycle, travelling straight to Finn’s place. Once he arrives, he hits the door a few times. Finn opens the door. “Hey, buddy! What are you doing here?” Bucky pushes Finn back, and closes the door. “You sent the text to Y/N, you idiot.” Bucky can’t help himself, he swings for him. “How could you cheat on someone like Y/N?!” He swings again. Finn’s nose and lip are already bleeding. He laughs. “Oh, I get it. You love her, don’t you?” Bucky swings again. “You’re welcome to her, I was done with her months ago.” The anger running through Bucky’s veins is unlike anything he’s felt before. He throws another punch at Finn. “Stay the hell away from her, you never deserved her.” Finn spits the blood from his mouth at Bucky’s feet. Bucky scoffs and says “Oh, and you’re fired.” One last punch. “You’re not my boss, you can’t fire me?”

“I just did.” Bucky laughs, walking out of his apartment and riding back to the Avengers Compound. Arriving home, Bucky grabs the first aid kit from the kitchen and starts to clean up his hand. Y/N hears him come home, gasping at the state of his hand. She takes over from Bucky and cleans him up. “You went to Finn’s, didn’t you?” She questions. “Yes... I know you probably didn’t want me to but he needed to be taught a lesson, you don’t treat a lady like that.” Y/N smiles, and places a kiss to his cheek. He blushes. “Thank you, James,” Tony enters the kitchen. “Oh, Tony. I fired Finn, sorry.” Tony nods his head and smiles. “I’m glad. No one treats my family like that.” 

[drabbles-mc]

Passing Through

Bishop Losa x F!Reader

Request by @masterlistforimagines​: Okay so reader is passing through Santo Padre for some reason. Her car breaks down, and Bish is her mechanic. I’m thinking like super cute and flirty Bish

Warnings: language, alcohol, Bish being a flirt with a capital F

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: I feel like I always let myself get carried away with requests from you. Like they almost always take on a life of their own once I start writing them. Thank you for loving me and continuing to send them to me regardless lmao. We get a few of our other MC boys in this fic too. Hope y’all enjoy! xo

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You’d been driving for practically 2 days straight. It was your own doing—you wanted to go all up and down the coast while you had the opportunity. You didn’t know the next time you would get a few weeks off. However, the first leg of your journey you took your sweet time and didn’t really plan things out, which left you in the tiniest bit of a time-crunch as things were coming to a close. It was impressive that your car had made it this far to begin with. It wasn’t exactly new, but it had always gotten the job done. You knew that this was a big ask, though, and the universe was finally coming to collect.

You sat on the hood, soaking up the sun while you waited for the tow truck to get there. Music was playing from the speaker of your phone as you recounted all of the adventures that you had had so far. If it hadn’t been such a good trip already, this mishap would’ve been far more upsetting. You were in too good of a headspace to be upset, though. Whatever the deal was with your car, you’d figure it out one way or another.

When you saw the tow truck approaching, you shut the music off and hopped down off the hood of your car. You stretched out, trying to gear yourself up for whatever the next leg of your journey was going to be. The truck parked in front of your car and one man hopped out of each side of the vehicle. You bit back a laugh at how different the two of them seemed.

“Are you Y/N?” one man approached you with a clipboard.

You took note of his hands but expressly tried not to stare. Besides, the smile he greeted you with was contagious it was difficult to focus on much else as you nodded, “Sure hope so. Otherwise someone else out there is having just as bad of luck as me.”

He nodded as he handed you the clipboard, “Just need you to fill out this form here for me, Miss.”

You smiled as you took the clipboard and pen from him, “I think I can handle that,” you continued to speak to him as you filled out the paperwork, “What’s your name?”

“Chucky.”

Your eyes flicked up from the paper as you smiled at him, “Nice to meet you, Chucky,” you nodded towards the man who was in the middle of hooking your car up to the tow truck, “Who’s your friend over there?”

“The one and only Johnny ‘Coco’ Cruz.”

You laughed, “One and only, huh?” you handed the clipboard back to him, “Seems like you might know a lot of people who are one-of-a-kind.”

The drive back to the mechanic shop was much more comfortable than you thought it was going to be. Chucky never seemed to run out of things to talk about, which was refreshing. Coco was quiet for most of the ride, chiming in here and there but staying silent for the most part as Chucky drove. The two of them made you wonder what the rest of the people were like at the shop they were taking you to.

When you rolled into the lot, Chucky hopped out and motioned for you to do the same while Coco set about getting your car off the tow truck and into the shop. Part of you wanted to watch it all happen, but Chucky needed you to fill out the rest of the paperwork and answer a few more questions. When he asked you about a rental, you asked if you could see what the damage was on your car before answering that.

You walked over to where your car was being worked on. From the angle you were standing at, you couldn’t see exactly who it was that was working on your car. It was just a pair of legs sticking out from underneath your vehicle. You found a stool to sit on while you waited for whoever it was to resurface so you could ask what exactly was going on and if you were going to need to find a new car to get back home in.

After a few minutes, they rolled back out. He sat up, eyes immediately locking onto yours. You smiled, eyebrows raising slightly as you took in the sight of him. He wiped his hands off on the rag tucked in the pocket of his jeans.

“She yours?” he nodded towards the car.

You sighed, “Depends on what you’re about to tell me.”

He chuckled as he shook his head, “Nothing that we can’t fix.”

“Is it gonna cost me an arm and a leg?”

“It shouldn’t, no,” he stood up, leaning back against your car, “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

The simple pet name shouldn’t have made your face feel hot, but it did, “It’s Y/N. But you can keep calling me sweetheart if you like,” you paused, “You?”

He laughed at your response before holding out his hand, “Bishop.”

“Nice to meet you, Bishop,” it was hard to take your eyes off of his lips and beard. You shook your head to dispel the thoughts, “So, what exactly is wrong with my car? And can you fix it in the cheapest way possible? I just gotta make it back home.”

He smiled at you, “Back home?”

You nodded, “Yea. Had a couple weeks off between jobs and decided to take advantage of it. Probably should’ve used that time to go car shopping though, huh?”

He chuckled, “Maybe.”

You listened as he outlined what was wrong with your car and how he planned to fix it. You were focusing on what he was saying for the most part, but it was easy to get distracted as you watched the way the muscles in his shoulders and arms flexed as he moved and shifted. You were practically salivating by the time that he finished talking.

“You got all that, sweetheart?” he asked with a laugh, knowing that you had definitely tuned out at a few different points as he spoke.

“I got the important parts,” you said, not trying to deny that you let your mind wander.

“How long are you in town for?” he asked, a curious glint in his eyes.

“At least until you fix my car,” you laughed.

“Maybe I should take my time then.”

You smiled, crossing your arms over your chest, “I don’t know how professional that would be of you, Bishop.”

“First you want me to call you sweetheart, and now you want me to be professional?” he laughed, eyes crinkling at the edges, “You’ve gotta pick one or the other.”

You smiled, nodding, “Fair enough,” you paused, “How about this?” you saw the curiosity written all over his face as you continued, “I’ll budget an extra night or two in Santo Padre into my plans, that way you don’t gotta drag out fixing my car. Besides,” you smiled, “I can’t afford to pay for three days’ worth of labor.”

He smiled and nodded, “Alright. That sounds fair. In that case I could have you up and running by tonight.”

“Just in time for you to take me out for a drink?”

He smiled, “Yea. But I wouldn’t make you take your car for that.”

“Oh? You wouldn’t?”

He shook his head as he gestured towards the row of motorcycles, “I’ll take you out on the town in style.”

You laughed, “Can’t wait,” you stood up off the stool, “I guess I’ll let you get to work then. I know I can be a bit distracting.”

“You’re a welcome distraction,” he nodded towards the building behind you, “If you wanna get outta the heat you can go wait in the clubhouse. My guys will take care of you.”

“Wow,” you tucked your hands into your pockets, “feel like I’m getting the royal treatment.”

He smiled, “Because you are,” he walked over to his toolbox and started taking a few things out, “I’ll come and get you when I’m done.”

You made your way over to the clubhouse. You glanced back over your shoulder and saw Bishop standing there, watching you walk away. You couldn’t help but to flash him a smile as you continued to make your way away from him.

When you pushed open the door to the clubhouse, suddenly everything began to make a lot more sense. You saw multiple men walking around with kuttes on, which explained why you got the feeling the place was a bit like the island of misfit toys. It took all kinds. However, despite the fact that it was home base for the local MC, it didn’t feel like an intimidating place to be. You felt perfectly comfortable as you approached the bar and took a seat.

“What can I get you?” the young man behind the bar offered you a sweet smile as he asked the question.

You clocked the prospect patch on his kutte as you looked him over, “Just water, please. Just trying to get outta the heat.”

“What brings you here? Don’t think I’ve seen you before,” he noted as he handed you a bottle of water.

You sighed slightly, “Car broke down,” you took a sip of your water, “One of your guys is working on it now, though. Bishop?”

The man behind the bar looked surprised, and the man who was sitting a couple stools down from you couldn’t refrain from making a comment. He turned towards you, “Damn, Bish is working on your car?” he chuckled, shaking his head, “Been a minute since I seen Pres get his hands dirty out there. You know him?”

You shook your head, “Don’t know any of you guys, actually.”

He moved to the stool next to yours, holding out his hand, “I’m Angel,” he nodded towards the man behind the bar, “That knucklehead is EZ.”

You laughed as you shook his hand, giving a courteous nod to EZ, “Nice to meet you both. I’m Y/N.”

The three of you sat and chatted while you waited for Bishop to finish up your car. You laughed as you listened to the two of them banter back and forth. For as much as you wished that your car hadn’t broken down, there were a lot worse people to be spending your afternoon with, so you really couldn’t complain.

“So I met Chucky and Coco,” you said as you sipped on your water.

“The dynamic duo,” EZ said with a laugh as he cleaned the glasses behind the bar.

“Is that right?” you asked with a smile.

“Nah, we all love Chucky,” Angel said, “But him and Coco are on the same wavelength sometimes. Shit’s weird.”

You were listening to the two of them dive into another story when a different voice cut through the conversation, “These guys bothering you?”

You laughed as you turned around to face Bishop, “Not at all. They’ve been perfect gentlemen.”

He raised one eyebrow as he looked back and forth between EZ and Angel, “I find that hard to believe.”

You chuckled, shaking your head, “What’s the verdict on my car, presidente?”

Angel and EZ biting back their laughter was audible. Bishop shot them a look but the serious expression only lasted for a moment as a smile broke out across his face, “So I see the three of you have been talking.”

“We have,” you leaned back against the smile, “I’ve also been informed that I have to be pretty high up on the totem pole in order for you to be the one to work on my car.”

He shook his head with a quiet laugh, “Something like that.”

“You decide to work on my car just because you thought I was cute, Bishop?”

“If I say yes are you gonna be mad?”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Not at all.”

“Then…yes.”

You couldn’t contain your laughter at his response. And you also couldn’t help but to notice the surprised looks on the faces of EZ and Angel as they watched you and Bishop go back and forth. Something told you that the Bishop that you were talking to, wasn’t the Bishop that they were used to seeing. That in and of itself was very interesting to you.

“But in answer to your original question,” Bishop got the conversation back on track, “Your car should be good to go.”

“Perfect, thank you so much,” you hopped off the stool, “I’ll go square everything up with Chucky, then.”

Bishop shook his head, his hand catching you by the waist when you went to walk by him, “You’re all set.”

“Bishop,” you folded your arms across your chest, “I can’t just let you not charge me.”

He nodded slowly, “Alright. First round is on you tonight then. Deal?”

You nodded, knowing that that was as much as you were going to be able to get him to budge, “Deal.”

“Let me go clean up and change. I’m sure these two can keep you amused in the meantime.”

You laughed, nodding, “I think so.”

He let his fingers trail lightly across the small of your back as he walked away. This time it was your turn to watch him, biting down lightly on your bottom lip as you did. You stepped back and found your seat once more at the bar, not able to return your attention to the men in front of you until Bishop was completely out of sight.

“Seriously,” Angel said with a laugh, “who are you?” he shook his head, “Never seen Bish flex so hard around someone.”

You laughed, “It’s because he knows he’s on a time crunch. Can’t play the long-game.”

“Time crunch?” EZ spoke up.

You nodded, “Yea, I’m just passing through. Honestly, Santo Padre wasn’t even really a stop I was planning to make before my car shit the bed,” you chuckled with a shrug, “But now that I’m here I might as well make the most of it. Told Bishop I’d budget in some extra time here if he could make it worth my while.”

“Damn,” Angel shook his head with a smile, “you really put him on the spot like that, huh?”

“He certainly didn’t seem to mind,” you laughed.

“Yea, I’ll bet he didn’t,” there was a knowing smirk on Angel’s face as he lifted his beer bottle to his lips.

Before you could try to pry further into what he meant by that, Bishop reappeared in a fresh set of clothes and his kutte. You couldn’t hide the fact that you were gawking at him as he approached you. He smiled as he approached you, holding out a hand to help you hop down off the stool.

“Ready if you are.”

You nodded, “I was born ready,” you laughed as he draped an arm around your waist and guided you back towards the door to the clubhouse.

“Anywhere in particular you’re looking to go?”

You shook your head, “You’re calling the shots tonight, Pres.” You heard Angel let out a whistle from the bar at your statement and you couldn’t help but to laugh. You turned to look at Bishop as the two of you exited the clubhouse, “Your guys seem pretty happy for you.”

He chuckled and shook his head, “Yea, something like that.”

You let him guide you over to the bikes. You weren’t sure if you should mention to him that you had never ridden one before. But he must’ve seen the look of slight apprehension on your face because he gave you a reassuring smile as he handed you a spare helmet.

“It’s not that bad. Just hang onto me and you’ll be fine.”

You smiled at him as you clipped the helmet on, “That sounds like an easy direction to follow.”

He got onto his bike and helped you to do the same, giving you a moment to get situated. You draped your arms lightly around his waist, but the second the bike roared to life your hold on him instantly tightened, causing him to laugh. He checked one last time that you were good to go and once you said yes, he shot out of the compound. You were holding onto him so tight that you were afraid you were going to crack one of his ribs, but he didn’t say anything.

A few miles into the ride, you finally loosened your hold on Bishop a little, allowing him to breathe with ease. You could feel his body vibrating with laughter as you slowly found your comfort.

“You good, sweetheart?”

You laughed as you leaned against him, “All good.”

Of all the towns that you could’ve gotten stranded in for an afternoon, you were glad that it was Santo Padre. And if there was anyone worth switching up your travel plans for, you had a feeling that it was Bishop.

[jewels2876]

Taking A Ride

A/N: Hi! Sorry I’ve been a little MIA - health issues came up so I’ve been trying to get back to feeling normal - and the muse had left me... until today! It’s funny what a drive to the salon can do for a girl and her imagination!

This is for my Square for @star-spangled-bingo: Motorcycle

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Word Count: 635

Divider by the awesome @whimsicalrogers​

Warnings: implied smut - let’s be on the safe side and call this 18+ so if you click on the Keep Reading link you agree you’re over the age of 18

You let out a heavy breath as you slumped against Steve’s chest. The bedroom grew quiet as the two of you snuggled. “I don't know Steve,” you whispered, fingers lightly stroking his beard. You heard his low chuckle vibrate in his chest before you felt his lips brush over your hair.

“You know you’ll have me to hold on to. I won't let anything happen to you.” His words did little as you thought about his request. You lifted your head to look him in the eyes.

“I know you will,” you admitted. “It's everyone else I'm worried about. I saw this guy on one yesterday as I was driving to work.” An involuntary shiver raced down your spine. He hugged you right.

“Sleep. We'll talk in the morning.”

You stared at the metal heap Steve called a motorcycle and gulped. “I don't know,” you whined. Steve's smile was easy as he slid onto the seat. Your attention was pulled to his ass and you couldn't help but ogle. Steve turned back and caught your stare. His chuckle brought your attention back to his face and you smirked. “Fine, I see ONE advantage.”

“Do you want my help?” Steve asked, holding out his hand. You took his hand and climbed behind him cautiously. Your arms immediately wrapped around his waist and your hips slid forward. You groaned slightly, feeling his firm back against your front. “Comfortable back there?” 

“It's not so bad,” you replied. Steve kicked the stand out from underneath and stood the bike up. You gasped but your legs squeezed instinctively around Steve. He grinned and grabbed a helmet, passing it back to you. Your fingers trembled as you fastened it as Steve put on his.

“We'll go slow, just around a few blocks okay?” Steve gazed at you as you nodded slowly. He leaned in to brush his lips over yours. “My brave girl.” He turned back to the motorcycle and started it up quickly, letting it run for a moment before taking off. You squealed and wrapped tighter around Steve. He kept his promise, going slow as the two rumbled down the streets of New York. A few short minutes later he pulled back into the Tower parking garage and killed the engine, quickly putting the kickstand down. He hopped off with ease then turned to help you off. Your legs wobbled; he caught you easily then gently pulled off the helmet before leaning down for a kiss. He sighed and pulled back; your eyes were still closed and your lips turned up slightly at the corners. “What’d you think, sweetheart?”

Your eyes opened slowly, your lips parted slightly. You shook your head slowly before answering. “That was… unexpected.” Steve’s mouth opened but your next words stopped him. “It was fun! I don’t think I want to go racing down the interstate but I’d go again.” You saw Steve’s beaming smile and realized your mistake. “Can I take it back? I wanna take it back now.”

His laugh bounced against the garage walls as he slung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you towards the elevator. “I’m gonna start planning trips for us to take on the bike, maybe up the coast, or down the coast. I’ll bet we can get Bucky and Nat to join us.” He looked down at you with a smirk. “I’m going to turn you into a biker chick yet.”

You guffawed as the elevator started its ascent. “I don’t know about that but…”

“But?”

Your eyes darkened slightly. “But I’m in the mood for another ride.”

“Really? Let’s…” Steve saw you bite your lower lip and groaned as the elevator stopped on your floor. “Oh I’ll give you a ride.” He grabbed your hand tight and dragged you to your rooms, you grinning behind him.

[queenofspades20]

Birthday Boy

Happy birthday to my favorite fictional boyfriend. Just some fluff in honor of Bucky’s birthday.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: this is just fluff, maybe a few curse words. Enjoy!!

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Bucky and Y/n were sitting on the couch watching Hot Tub Time Machine.

“I’m telling you, Buck. The douchey ski patrol guy looks just like you!” Y/n insisted. Every time the actor popped up on the screen, Bucky just shook his head.

“I don’t see it, Doll.”

“Then you need glasses, old man!”

“Old man?” Bucky’s head snapped in Y/n’s direction. He had an incredulous look on his face. “You weren’t calling me old man last night.”

“Not my fault you’re going blind, Babe. Sebastian Stan is clearly your doppelganger. Your younger doppelganger,” Y/n said with a smirk, putting emphasis on younger. She knew she was picking a battle with Bucky but she wanted to see how far he would let her go before putting an end to it.

Bucky knew what she was up to. He loved seeing her smile, even if it was at his expense, but he was only going to let her go so far.

“I see how it is.” He leaned over and pushed her to lay down, climbing on top of her. Bucky grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head with his metal hand, his flesh hand moving down her sides, tickling her.

“Bucky, NO!” Y/n yelled out. “I was just teasing. With your birthday tomorrow, I gotta get my shots in while I can! You know I can’t help myself.” She squirmed her body, trying to move away.

Bucky shifted so his legs were on either side of Y/n’s, effectively trapping her. He started tickling her sides.

“NO! BUCKY!!” Y/n tried to pull her body away, but he was too heavy on top of her.

“I’ll show you old man.” While tickling her, he started kissing her face and neck. They were laughing, Y/n trying to desperately get away from Bucky’s hand, when Bucky felt cold water hitting his back.

“HEY!” Bucky yelled, turning around. He saw Sam and Steve standing there, laughing.

“I had to cool you off,” Sam said. He held up an empty glass and shook it. “No sex on the couch.”

Bucky let go of Y/n and got up to run after Sam. “Get over here, Birdbrain.”

Sam took off running to his room with Bucky close behind him.

Y/n looked at Steve. “He was tickling me because I called him old man. But he refuses to acknowledge he looks like the actor in Hot Tub Time Machine!”

The movie was at a scene with Blaine, the character Y/n was referring to. She pointed to the screen and Steve looked.

“I don’t see it.” Steve shrugged and walked off.

“Argh! Thor save me from old men who need glasses!”

 The next morning, Y/n got up before Bucky to cook him breakfast. She had a day planned of doing activities Bucky loved. She made pancakes, bacon, and eggs with some coffee and loaded up a tray with the food. She made her way back to their shared room. Bucky was not in bed, but she could hear him in the bathroom.

“Doll?” Bucky called out.

“I have breakfast. I was hoping you’d still be in bed, or did I not tire you out?” Y/n cheekily answered.

Bucky stuck his head through the doorway. “I thought I had tired you out.”

Y/n just rolled her eyes. “Get out here, birthday boy, so I can give you your first present.”

Bucky quickly made his way over to the bed. “Breakfast with you is a good present.”

He settled onto the bed and Y/n placed the tray over his lap. “A hearty breakfast to get through the morning, because we’re going on a little trip.”

Bucky looked intrigued. “Are you going to tell me where?”

“Nope. I did think we could take your bike, since it’s a gorgeous day out.”

“You know how to drive a motorcycle? And who said I would be okay with you driving my bike?”

“One, rude. Two, I got lessons from Steve. I can get us to where we are going no problem. I even did a test drive with Steve a few days ago.”

Bucky looked impressed. “I still don’t know.”

Y/n looked at Bucky with a pout. “Please, Baby? I promise I know what I’m doing and I really want this to be a surprise.”

Bucky hesitated. He had a hard time saying no to her but he also loved his bike. “Fine, but if you seem hesitant at all, we pull over and switch.”

“Deal!” Y/n smiled widely. “Now dig in, Baby.”

They ate their breakfast and then got dressed for the day. As they made their way to the garage, Y/n held up a blindfold.

“You’re not wearing that while driving,” Bucky joked.

Y/n gave him an unimpressed look. “You’re wearing it first. I want this to be a surprise. I’ll wear it later if you’re a good boy, though. Let you do whatever you want.”

Bucky felt his pants get tighter. “Careful, Doll. Keep talking like that and we won’t make it out of the compound. But I’m going to hold you to that later,” he said as he took the blindfold.

They settled on the motorcycle and Bucky put the blindfold on. “Can you see anything, Bucky?”

“Nope.”

“Okay then. Hold on.” Y/n started the motorcycle and Bucky wrapped his arms around her waist.

They took off. It was a weird feeling for Bucky to not know where they were going, but he trusted Y/n. After a while, Bucky felt the bike slow down. He could hear crowds and screams of joy in the background. After the bike was stopped, Y/n looked over her shoulder.

“You can take off the blindfold now.”

Bucky slipped of the blindfold and smiled when he saw they were at Coney Island.

“Good surprise?” Y/n asked and bit her lip.

“Best surprise.” Bucky hugged her close.

“Good. I wanted you to have fun and not worry about the world and this seemed to fit what I wanted.”

“It’s perfect.” Bucky got off the bike and helped Y/n off.

They spent their morning at Coney Island, riding everything they could and playing several games. Y/n made sure to win a stuffed bear for Bucky. Bucky really enjoyed the Cyclone and regaling Y/n with the story of how he made Steve ride it back in the day. They had lunch and then decided to finish their visit with the Wonder Wheel. At the top of the ride, they shared a kiss.

“Good birthday so far?”

“Best I think I’ve ever had.” Bucky looked at Y/n like she hung the moon.

“Ready to head back to the compound? The team has a small party planned for you.”

Bucky had a hesitant look on his face.

Y/n rushed to assure him. “Nothing like Tony’s usual parties. It’s just the team and significant others. We want to celebrate you turning 104.”

Bucky looked relieved. “That’s fine. As long as you promise to not leave my side all night.”

“Like I would leave you anyways.”

Bucky and Y/n made their way back to the bike. Bucky immediately got on and looked at Y/n. “I’m driving back. You did a good job but I wanna drive.”

Y/n laughed and climbed behind Bucky, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I figured you’d want to drive back. I only cared about surprising you here. And maybe after the party.”

Bucky reached down and squeezed her hands. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Bucky.”

They made their way back to the compound and got ready for the party. Y/n put on a deep red knee-length dress that fit her body in a way that showcased all her favorite assets. She kept her hair and makeup simple, since the party wasn’t going to be crazy. She made her way out of the bathroom and saw Bucky buttoning up his shirt. He looked up as she walked in to grab her shoes. As she passed him, he grabbed at her hand and pulled her close.

“You look delectable,” Bucky murmured. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. His arms slid around her waist, his hands moving down until they cupped her ass. Y/n smiled at Bucky and put her arms around his neck.

“Glad you like. I bought the dress just for tonight.”

“So, another present for me? I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off you.”

“Well, that is a perk of it being your party. We go for a while and then leave early and you can unwrap me and put that blindfold to use.”

Bucky groaned. “Can’t we just skip the party?”

Y/n threw her head back and laughed. “No. You know they’ll just barge in here. If we make an appearance, then we won’t be interrupted later.”

“Fine.” Bucky grumbled. He pouted as they left their room and made their way to the common area where the party was set up. Bucky was hoping if he pouted enough, Y/n would let him leave extra early.

“Your pouting isn’t going to work, Baby.” Y/n said over her shoulder, smiling.

Bucky gave up the pout and smiled back. “Worth a shot.”

When they entered the room, it was filled with the team and their partners. Steve had brought Sharon, who was happy to have made it in time, having been on a mission for the past few weeks. Clint and Natasha stood together, Clint’s arm around Natasha’s shoulder. Wanda and Vision were holding hands. Bruce had excitedly brought Betty Ross, who had recently come back into his life. Sam and Peter stood with their girlfriends and Tony and Pepper were happily hugging.

“Happy birthday, Bucky!” everyone yelled as Bucky and Y/n entered the room. Bucky felt so happy to be surround by his friends. Tony and Steve had hung up a banner that said “happy 104th birthday” and there were streamers all around the room. On the coffee table was a cake with a pile of presents for Bucky. Tony had set up a bar to the side, fully stocked with a bartender there to make everyone’s night easier. Though Thor couldn’t stay, he had dropped off some Asgardian mead for the super soldiers earlier that week. There was also a buffet table with various foods that Bucky loved, both from back in the 40s and from now.

The party had been going for a few hours and everyone was having a good time. Bucky and Steve had gotten into the mead and were feeling its effects. Bucky had opened his presents, loving everything he got, especially his new knife from Y/n.

“Doll, you already did breakfast and Coney Island. This is too much,” Bucky said as he admired the tactical knife. It had a black and blue carved handle with a steel blade that had a blue sheen.

“I saw it and thought of you,” Y/n said with a shrug. “The blade reminds me of your eye color.”

Bucky leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I can’t wait to use it on my next mission.”

“Only you would be that excited for a knife,” Sam said with a laugh.

“Shut it, Pigeon.”

Sam just rolled his eyes with a smile. After presents were done and the cake was eaten, Bucky decided he was ready to finish his night in the bedroom with Y/n, wanting to make use of the blindfold. He looked over at Y/n and caught her eye. Bucky gave her a smirk that signaled he was ready to go.

“Well, thank you everyone for a truly great birthday. I can’t thank you enough for everything.”

“You deserve it, Punk,” Steve said, Sharon cuddled into his side.

“Definitely my best birthday yet.” Bucky pulled Y/n close and kissed her temple.

Y/n smiled, ready to start trouble. “I think that’s my cue to get this old man to bed.”

Everyone laughed while Bucky looked down at her in faux shock. “Old man??”

Y/n laughed as she stood up. “I mean, you are 104. I’m surprised you lasted this long.” She slowly made her way over towards the door. “Do we need to get you a cane or maybe a walker?”

Bucky jumped up and moved quickly towards Y/n. She let out a yell and ran towards their room. “I’ll show you old man, Doll,” Bucky yelled out as he chased her.

Everyone heard Y/n yell, “bring it on, senior citizen!”

Sam looked at Tony. “Thank you for soundproofing their room.”

“That was a present for all of us.”

[sebastianstansqueen]

Home Coming Prologue

A/N: Here's the Prologue I hope you like it, feedback is always appreciated if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 946

Warnings: Angst and that's it I think

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You lived in the small town of Kithope since you’d been born and not many people-they usually wouldn’t come back-but now you were nineteen-as of that day- and got the best college to offer you a scholarship. You rubbed your face in anxiety, now you’d have to tell your boyfriend for the past few years that you were leaving, you were going to celebrate your birthday that night at that’s where you were going to tell him. After you did your hair and make up you put on your light pink off the shoulder dress for the night. You walked down stairs where you found him outside.

“Hello gorgeous.” Bucky sat on his bike waiting for you, he held out your helmet.

You sighed. “You really should put yours on if you make me wear mine.” You told him as you clipped the straps under your chin.

He shrugged. “Don’t have mine, I have you wear yours because that beautiful brain of yours needs to be protected.”

You scoffed. “Bull shit.” You got on behind him and you raped your arms around his waist then he started the motorcycle.

He pulled up to the gurage/club house which didn’t look like the same building you hung out in yesterday. “We cleaned it up for tonight.” He smiled down at you.

“Wow, I’ve never seen it this clean.” You said, he laughed at that. All your friends and family were there. The music was loud, there was a huge cake, and lots of chattering, as you and Bucky walked by your friends wished you a happy birthday. You and Bucky danced for a little while, then it was time to sing happy birthday and cut the cake, after everyone sang and you cut the cake.

Bucky led you outside to talk to you in private. “I wanna give you my birthday present to you out here.”

“I wanted to talk to you about something.” You told him.

“Can I give you my present first?” He asked.

You nodded. “Yeah of course.” He smiled, then kneels down, your eyes widened knowing what he was about to do. “Bucky, I'm gonna go to college.”

His eyebrows furrowed.“Alright but why can't I-”

“Because I’m gonna be going to college out of town like in another state.” You told him. “And we can’t.” you told him, the air around you turns awkward.

You knew Bucky would never hurt you but you also know he had a temper. “Come on Y/n stay, there's a college in the next town over, you can go there, and we can still-”

“I’ve got a scholarship to Berkeley, for the journalism program, and you know what that means to me.” You told him.

“Y/n Please.” He asked.

You shook your head. “I’m gonna go home.”

“At least let me give you a ride.” He offered.

“I can walk, I'll be fine.” You told him, as you headed to the road.

He ran after you. “Let Steve take you home.”

“Would it make you feel better?” You asked, he nodded. “Fine, I'll go with Steve.”

Bucky decided to call Steve instead of going to look for the blond man. “Come out, I need you to take Y/n home.”

Steve soon came out of the gauge, and picked out his bike out of the butch, and he rolled it up to roade. “I’m fine with taking you home but why can’t Bucky?” He asked.

“I’ll explain when I get to my house.” You told him as you got on the back, he started the engine and rode off.

Once you got to your house, you got off and invited Steve in for a drink, you sat at the kitchen table, you gave Steve a beer. “I’m gonna go to college.” You told him.

“That’s great, is it in the town over?” He asked.

You shook your head. “It’s in California.”

“Across the country? What does Bucky think about it?” He asked.

You sighed. “He obviously doesn't want me to go, but I've got a scholarship, and it’s the best school in America for journalism.”

“I’m gonna go, you should think about it before you leave, I mean really think about it.” He told you as he’d gotten up and when your front door you heard as he drove off.

For the next few weeks you packed for college, Bucky occasionally, stopping by to try and convince you not to go. Your dad came and knocked on your door. “You gotta go get him to leave, Y/n he’s practically screaming at the top of his lungs.”

You sighed and went down stairs. “Stop!” You yelled.

“Not until you decide to stay.” He told you. “I can’t lose you.”

“Bucky, I’ve got to go. It'll get me a good job, and eventually I’ll get to be an actual journalist.” You told him. “All you’ve ever wanted was for me to fulfill my dreams of that, and I want you to fulfill your dreams, but sometimes to fulfill dreams you gotta let go of some people.”

“I don’t wanna let go of you and I know you don’t wanna let go of me.” Bucky told you.

You sighed. “I’m going to college, you need to go, my dad might call the cops if you keep screaming now go to your house, or to your mom’s.” You went back inside and went to your room, your phone bling on with a text from Bucky, you rolled your eyes.

A couple of days later you were all packed up, and were ready to go to school, you were shipping out your stuff then next week you’d fly out.

[tuckersgirl]

Possibilities

Summary: You recently joined the Avengers and have started going on missions with them. A mission goes south and it’s your fault. Steve yells at you in front of the team. Bucky comforts you. Sweet, supportive fluffy Bucky. Maybe he’s got a chance at love after all.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: None. This is my first ever story. I am planning to continue it, but I’m not quite sure where I’m going to take it yet. I realize Stark Tower isn’t necessarily the right setting for the current Avengers HQ per the MCU, but I wanted the story to take place in NYC and I made it so.

The engine of the quinjet hummed in the background as Steve’s voice echoed in the hangar. “You could have gotten everyone killed! What were you thinking, Y/N?!”

You just sat there with your head hung low. You knew you’d been stupid. Trying to prove yourself as the newest member of the Avengers. You hadn’t meant for it to go wrong and now the whole mission was a failure because of you. Steve and Bucky had to swoop in to save you and the opportunity to infiltrate one of HYDRA’s safehouses had been lost.

The quinjet touched down on top of Stark Tower and you were the first to exit, walking swiftly down the ramp and straight for the stairs instead of the elevator the team usually took. You couldn’t stomach being in such close quarters with everyone you’d just let down on the ride to your shared living space. You got as far as the second landing before you sunk to the ground in tears.

What is wrong with me? The voice in your head lit into you. What ever make me think I could be on this team? Steve and Bucky were so close to getting killed to save my ass. God, I’m a complete failure. I don’t even deserve to be here after this.

Downstairs, the rest of the team was milling about, grabbing food from the kitchen, and discussing the mission.

“You shouldn’t be so hard on her, Steve. She’s new here,” said Bucky.

“If I’m not hard on her, how is she going to learn?” Steve replied. “New or not, if she’s going to come on these missions, she has everyone’s lives to look out for. We can’t afford for someone to be cavalier.”

“She wasn’t being cavalier. She couldn’t have known that there were 4 more agents around the corner,” Bucky said, defending your decision to pursue the first 2 gunmen you’d encountered.

“She has to think ahead,” Steve countered. “Anticipate all the possibilities and make the right decision in a split second. That’s what being an Avenger means.”

Bucky sighed. He wasn’t going to win this argument. He felt terrible for you. You’d looked utterly miserable in the back of the jet, obviously blaming yourself for your error in judgment – and for what it had cost the team. He went to your room to find you.

Knocking lightly on the door, he waited but there was no answer. He knocked louder, but when you didn’t open, he assumed you were either still too upset to talk or had gone straight to bed. He decided he would check on you in the morning.

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You woke with a start. You were still sitting in the stairwell of Stark Tower, leaned up against the wall. You must have fallen asleep after your pity party. The cool of the concrete walls soothed your aching head. Looking at your watch, you saw it was 1:13 a.m. Probably safe to head downstairs now. Everyone should be asleep, or at least have retreated to their rooms for the night.

As you entered the living room you tried to be quiet. Just as you started to creep towards the hallway a voice stopped you in your tracks. “Aren’t you a little old to be sneaking in? I was worried about you.” You sighed in relief. It was Bucky.

“I just needed some time alone to think about things. Had a lot to process.” You were grateful he couldn’t see your red, puffy eyes in the dim light.

“What happened wasn’t your fault,” he stated, standing up and walking over to you.

“I don’t see how it could be anyone else’s fault,” you came back, emotions starting to swirl again. “How could I be so stupid? I messed things up for everyone and almost got you and Steve killed. I shouldn’t be on this team. I obviously can’t do this.” You closed your eyes in frustration.

“We’re fine. And having each other’s backs is what we do around here. Don’t think Steve hasn’t made a bad call a time or two…. or twenty,” Bucky said with a smirk. The corner of your mouth twitched up in a half smile. “He can be tough, but we’ve all been the new kid around here and it takes a while to find your feet,” he continued. “Give yourself some time. You’re going to be great.”

You sigh and turn your eyes down the hallway. Exhaustion from the evening’s events setting in, and all you want is a hot shower and the solace of your bed.

“Sounds like you should get some rest. Things will look better in the morning.” Bucky placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, and you could feel the warmth radiating off him.

“I hope so. It certainly can’t be worse than today.” you sighed. You offer a small smile and turn to make your way down to your room. You feel calmer after talking to Bucky. At least there was one member of the team who didn’t hate you.

You climb into bed and do your best to not rehash the mission over and over in your mind, thinking about your every mistake and its consequence. Eventually your thoughts turn to Bucky and the conversation you had. He had always been reserved since you started on the team. In fact, you weren’t sure you’d ever really talked to him aside from a quick ‘hello’ when you were first introduced. He seemed quiet and even borderline grumpy most of the time. You were surprised by how supportive he had been when you were feeling at your worst. Maybe there was more to the man besides his gruff exterior. These thoughts gently swirled in your head as sleep finally overtook you.

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The next morning you wandered out into the kitchen, silently dreading having to face the rest of the team. Everyone was settled and eating when you entered and made a beeline for the coffeepot. No one acted like anything was amiss and continued their morning conversations as you poured yourself a cup. You saw Bucky sitting on a stool at the counter, so you made your way over to him with a cheerful “good morning.”

“Good morning to you,” he chirped back. You saw several team members whip their heads around to stare in disbelief. Bucky was not known for being a morning person, typically refusing to speak to anyone until he’d had at least three cups of strong coffee. “How did you sleep?”

“Better than I expected,” you admitted. He smiled at that and turned back to his plate.

“Y/N,” Steve piped up from the table. “I was thinking we could work on some training today. Try to go over what went wrong and how to fix it.”

“Yeah, that would be great,” you responded. “I obviously have a lot to learn and I want to improve so something like that never happens again.” Steve nodded, a look of respect coming across his face. You were willing to admit your mistakes and try to learn from them. He couldn’t ask for more than that from a new team member.

You changed into your workout clothes and headed down to the gym. Steve reviewed the events of last night with you, so you understood where you went wrong. He then paired you with Natasha to learn how to handle multiple attackers at once so you would be better prepared for next time. She taught you several new moves that you practiced with her. Then, she called Bucky over to add a second opponent into the mix. At first Bucky took you down to the mat easily. He was a lot bigger and stronger than Natasha. She reviewed the moves with you again and showed you how to leverage your new skills to overpower a larger attacker. You try again and, after a few more attempts, manage to land Bucky flat on his back.

“Hey! Nice job!” he smiled, not bothered at all that he was taken down by a much smaller rival.

“Are you sure you didn’t just let me win?” you ask, grinning.

“Nah, doll. I don’t roll over. Even for a pretty lady, such as yourself,” he says with a wink. You’re a bit taken aback at his flirtatious comment. You’ve never seen him like this. He continues smiling, looking relaxed as he gets up off the mat and offers you his hand to pull you up.

“Let’s go grab some water,” he says. You follow him over to the benches and grab your water bottle, taking a swig. “You looked great out there.”

“Thanks, I was feeling really good about the moves Nat was showing me. I have so much to learn!” you acknowledged.

“One step at a time, doll. You’ll get there,” Bucky replied with another wink. You were beginning to enjoy this banter and decided to take it up a notch.

“What if I like to go fast?” you responded with a raised eyebrow. That caught Bucky’s attention.

“Well, if you like to go fast, I think I have something you might like.” He started walking off and tossed a look over his shoulder that told you to follow. You both walked out to the garage where he showed you his motorcycle.

“Awesome!” you exclaimed. You loved bikes but hadn’t been on one in ages.

“Wanna go for a spin?” he asked.

“Definitely,” you replied. And with that, you were on the back of Bucky’s bike with your arms wrapped securely around his waist.

He drove you both to the city’s waterfront and parked his bike so you could get off and walk around. It was nice to get out of the compound for a bit. With all the endless training it often felt like you never left. You strolled along the water for a while side by side, talking and just enjoying the sunshine. He finally slowed and turned to lean against the railing, facing you.

“You know, I’m really glad you came out with me today.”

You smiled up at him. “Yeah, me too. It’s a gorgeous day and the company is pretty great, too.”

“Oh really?” he smirked.

“Don’t get full of yourself, Barnes,” you mocked, rolling your eyes. “I was so desperate to get out of that place I probably would have come with Tony.”

He laughed at the thought. “Well, I’m sure Tony would have shown you a great time, but I’m glad you agreed to come out with me.” His eyes softened as he gazed down at you, his eyes flickering to your lips. Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes automatically darted to his mouth in response. He leaned in slowly, giving you a chance to back away. When you didn’t, he closed the gap and softly pressed his lips to yours. You stopped breathing, your heart racing in your chest as you did your best to respond to his kiss and not pass out. As he started to pull away, you chased his lips and nearly lost your balance.

“Shh,” he soothed softly. You nodded, eyes still closed, head swimming from the intensity of the kiss. He took a small step back and smiled down at you again. Your heart warmed and so did your cheeks, so you turned your head to look out over the water. He brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear and let his fingers trail a path down your neck that had you shivering.

“Let’s go, doll.” He led you back to the motorcycle, handed you the extra helmet and you took off again headed back to Stark Tower.

When you entered the living room together, Sam was the first to see you. “And where did you two run off to?”

“Just thought my girl here could use a little time outside of the prison cell,” Bucky charmed.

“Uh huh,” Sam nodded, eyeing you suspiciously. You shrugged with an innocent expression on your face and headed down the hallway to your room.

“So,” Sam started in a low voice, looking at Bucky. “What’s up between you two? Don’t think I haven’t noticed you’ve taken a shine to her.”

“She’s a sweet girl. And she needs someone here to be nice to her. She’s had a rough start,” Bucky shrugged.

“And you’re sure that’s it…?” Sam countered.

“How about you worry about yourself, Sam,” Bucky chuckled as he headed down the hallway leaving Sam to shake his head and laugh. After years of struggling to reclaim his life from HYDRA’s clutches, maybe his friend had finally met someone who could help him open his heart up again.

[is-it-madness]

Metal Fingers

A/N 1: This fic is for my lovely beta/bestie @wowjeena Heyyo, would you be up to writing a soulmate au with Bucky? You can choose which type of soulmate au but can you make the reader a normal person (so not an Avenger or anything related)?? Thanks girl and if you don’t wanna that’s chill 👉🏼👉🏼 So... it’s not exactly a soulmate au, but I hope this is okay instead ☺️💜💜 I’m also so sorry it took so long. I hope you like it, my dear.

A/N 2: The Bucky Barnes Exhibit states he was born in 1916, but at the bottom where it gives his life span, it says he was born in 1917. I googled it to find the correct year, and it said 1917… I don’t know what to do with that information, other than to tell you guys there’s a mistake in the movie. 

A/N 3: I apparently couldn’t make this a one shot, so it’ll be a multi part story. I’m aiming between 3-5 parts

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x single mom!reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.5k+

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Part 1

A Fallen Comrade.

James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes

Born in 1916, Barnes grew up the oldest child of four. An excellent athlete who also excelled in the classroom. Barnes enlisted in the Army shortly after the attack on Pearl Harbor. After winter training at Camp McCoy, Wisconsin, Barnes and the rest of the 107th shipped out to the Italian front. Captured by Hydra troops later that fall, Barnes endured long periods of isolation, deprivation and torture. But his will was strong. In an ironic twist of fate, his prison camp was liberated by none other than his childhood friend, Steve Rogers, now Captain America.

Reunited, Barnes and Rogers led Captain America’s newly formed unit, The Howling Commandos. Barnes’ marksmanship was invaluable as Rogers and his team destroyed Hydra bases and disrupted Nazi troop movements throughout the European Theater.

He knew these words. He read and reread them dozens— if not hundreds— of times. He wrote them down in every one of his notebooks as he was scrapping, searching for his memories that were just out of his reach. He could nearly taste them. They fluttered teasingly in front of him: close, but not close enough for him to snatch out of the air of uncertainty. 

He pulled a fresh notebook from his bag and a pencil, worried away from teeth and words. 

Start with what you know…

My name is James Buchanan Barnes. I was taken captive by Hydra and was used by them. I know a man named Steve. He was my friend.  

He trailed off. This is where he always was left floating in a sea of not knowing. He was left grasping for more. He was a starved man, empty without his memories. The few he managed to uncover did little to tide him over from insanity. He bit at that familiar indentation on his pencil, trying to think of something, anything at this point that was more than those four simple sentences he’s written everyday for the past several weeks. Sighing and pulling his baseball cap lower in frustration, Bucky returned his supplies to his bag, stood, and swung it over his right shoulder. Eyes low, and clutching his bag, Bucky made his way towards the exit of the crowded museum. Ever since the Potomac, this section of the Smithsonian was more packed than usual.

Nearly there. Nearly there. 

It was an understatement to say that Bucky Barnes didn’t like crowded areas. Too many bodies, pressing, and pushing against each other, loud noises, pointless conversations discussing mundane things. 

Nearly there. Nearly ther—

“Oof!”

He wouldn’t have noticed the boy that ran into him if his bag hadn’t slipped from his hand, spilling out the contents onto the floor. Bucky hurriedly crouched to retrieve his precious memories. He barely registers the boy picking up the items that had strayed a bit further. 

“Here you go Mister! I’m sorry for bumping into you like that.”

Bucky silently takes his belongings back from the little boy standing in front of him. 

Bucky unintentionally begins to analyze him.

Probably seven or eight. Bright eyes. Tousled hair. Skinny. Doesn’t clear 100 pounds soaking.

He shakes his head. Stop. No more. 

“Whoa, cool! Metal fingers!!”

Bucky quickly retracts his fingerless-gloved hand.

The boy pulls his hand from his sweatshirt pocket. “Yours are cooler, but I have metal fingers too! Well, actually it’s a metal arm because the doctors had to get rid of my real one because I got hurt super bad, but I think it’s really cool.”

The boy said this all extremely fast, Bucky had to blink a few times to register what he had said. A compliment? For his hand? A hand that’s maimed, killed, and caused so many people to suffer?

“Uh… I… I have a metal arm too.”

The little boy’s eyes widened even more. He wasn’t sure what made him do it, but Bucky took off his glove and showed it to the boy.

He took Bucky’s hand in his and stared at it, looking back and forth at Bucky’s hand and his. Bucky stood there stiffly, unsure how to respond. The boy looked up at Bucky solemnly.

“Do you have super powers?” he whispered. 

Bucky couldn’t help but crack a smile at his seriousness, but before he could answer, a woman came running through the crowd.

“Noah!”

The boy turned to give her a lopsided grin. “Hi Mom!”

“How many times have I told you to stay by my side, young man?”

The boy, Noah, dropped Bucky’s hand and took a step closer to the woman. “Sorry. But Mom!”

A raised brow silenced Noah. The woman looked up at Bucky.

“I’m so sorry if he was bothering you. He’s very social.”

Bucky forgot how to speak for a minute. The woman standing in front of him was… well, he’d never seen anyone as beautiful as her. Bright, sparkling eyes confirming where Noah got his from, a soft voice, and a sweet smile.

“Oh, uh, no. I mean, he is. I mean‒” When was the last time he had gotten tongue-tied?

Bucky cleared his throat, forced himself to try to ignore the sweet smile that was widening, and tried again. “He wasn’t bothering me. We were just talking about‒”

“His metal arm! Look at it, Mom!” Noah hurries back to Bucky’s side and holds his mechanical hand. “Look how awesome it is! And it’s huge!” He started poking Bucky’s upper arm and gasps. “And so are his muscles!! I bet he could crush anything!”

Noah began miming picking up heavy objects or crushing imaginary things, complete with sound effects. Bucky doesn’t miss Noah’s mother’s eyes widen slightly when Noah pointed out how massive his biceps are.

“Noah, honey, why don’t we go check out the exhibit?”

“Oh yeah! Let’s go, Mom!” He nearly takes off again before giving his mother a sheepish smile.

“What did you do?”

“I… I turned our map into a paper airplane.”

“And?”

“And... it… flew out of my hands?”

“Mm hmm. I see. Well, I guess we’ll just have to come back another time.”

Noah gasps and clutches his mom’s hand. “No! Please Mom! Don’t do this to me!!”

Her laugh causes Bucky’s heart to skip a few beats, and it frustrates him that he doesn’t know why.

“Which exhibit are you looking for?”

Noah looks at Bucky and salutes. “We’re here to see the Mister Captain America exhibit.”

“I could take you guys there.”

What. On earth. Gave him that idea?!

“Woo! Let’s‒”

Noah’s cheer was cut off by his mother. “Oh, no that’s okay. I’m sure you’re busy and you probably have something to get to you.”

She’s right… Why did I even offer in the first place? I can’t‒

“It’s not a problem. I was heading over there right now actually.” 

Jesus! What’s wrong with me?

Noah grabbed his mother’s hand and followed Bucky to the famed exhibit.

~~~

“So, I take it Noah’s a fan of the Captain?”

The beautiful lady standing next to him nodded. “Yeah, Noah loves him; really looks up to him.”

“Makes sense, he’s a good guy.”

“Sounds like you’ve met him before.”

“You could say that.”

They were pulled away from their conversation when Noah ran up to them, grinning.

“Mom! Look how skinny Steve was! And, and his friend? Um… Bucky? Yeah! Bucky! He would always help Steve out because Steve would always get in fights! So Bucky would come and have to save him!” 

Noah then proceeded to animatedly tell his audience how Steve became the Captain and fought in the War. When he went to go read the display in front of Steve’s motorcycle, Bucky turned back to the woman.

“Is this his first time here?”

She nodded and smiled. “I promised I would take him when I had a day off. He’s been waiting for weeks.”

A pause.

“How ‘bout you?”

“What?” Damn that smile! He got distracted.

“I take it this isn’t your first time here?”

“No, ma’am.”

Her giggle caused his firm expression to slip into a small smile.

Bucky spent the rest of the afternoon showing Noah around. He learned that Noah and his mother had been in a terrible car accident two years before. The injuries Noah sustained to his right arm were irreversible, thus leading to an amputation, a prosthetic arm, and even though she didn’t say, expensive medical bills burdened on his mother.

When the museum closed, Noah was asking his mother when they’d be able to return.

“I’m not sure baby. How about next weekend?”

Noah did a little dance showing his affirmation. Then he looked at Bucky.

“Will you be here too, Mr. James?”

“Uh, yeah sure kid. I’ll be here.”

Noah fist pumped as his mother said goodbye to Bucky.

~~~

Holy shit. Holy shit! 

You had been trying to keep your cool ever since you found Noah with James. You were eating dinner and you still hadn’t gotten over him. That man was fucking stunning. Blue, blue eyes that were filled with such sorrow, a smile that made your insides flutter, and a deep voice you were willing to listen to for hours on end. Soft and sonorous. And he was so sweet and kind with Noah. That alone had you taking a liking to him.

“Mom?! Mom!”

“Oh— sorry, baby. What’s wrong?”

“Thanks for taking me to the museum.”

You ruffle his hair. “Thanks for being so patient for me.”

He smiles as he shovels pasta into his mouth. 

~~~

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[writerwrites]

Could I Need You This Much

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After Bucky is left at the alter he asks you, his childhood best friend, to go with him to Rome so the non-refundable honeymoon doesn’t go to waste. Wanting to support him through his breakup you decide to telework and tag along. There’s a little problem: You’ve always been oblivious about your own feelings until you’re head over heels.

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: Modern!au, wedding day break-up, language, past injury mention, fluffy... chronically fluffy

A/N: *THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A ONE SHOT* This is my submission to the [belated] birthday challenge for @burninmatches​​​​ and I chose to combine two prompts from the challenge for this fic. First, the soulmates trope. Second, the song “Head Over Heels” by Tears For Fears ; The beautiful dividers were made by @whimsicalrogers​​​

Bucky was always a quiet person, but you’d never seen him this quiet. You had just stepped out of the bathroom in your cute little tux and mini-bowtie, arms splayed out wide making jazz hands. The proclaimed ‘tada’ fell silent on your ruby-painted lips the moment you saw his downcast gaze at his phone. “Buck? Hey, talk to me, what’s going on?”

Steve was checking to make sure things were good to go; the irony of that, he thought. You would be the one to find him like this. “She broke it off. No wedding.” Those were the only words the Army veteran could muster as his lungs felt like ice and his mind filled with water.

You fell to your knees in front of him, kicking off your shiny black heels and pulling his phone from his hand to throw it to the side. “So let’s go. Let’s get out of here. Steve will take care of the crowd. We’ll get Nat to handle the vendors, she’s intimidating enough to stop them from asking questions. You don’t need to be here. You don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want to. You tell me what to do and consider it done.”

This was what you did with the boys. Steve and Bucky were practically brothers and the three of you were the Musketeers of Brooklyn. You had weaseled into their lives because you had been the talker, the sidekick, the advice giver. Advice...you tried your best with this relationship and though you wouldn’t dare say you told him so, there had been so many bumps along the way. Even sweet Steve had drunkenly said Bucky could do better, about as harsh a judgement as Steve could ever muster. She had drunkenly complained that she hated how close the three of you were, you’d brushed it off. Bucky had been played, taken her back more times than you and Steve could count, and he’d put up with so much to make her happy. ‘At what cost’ was all you could manage to think.

There was a guilt in the pit of your stomach, a little voice in the back of your head, this was your fault. Maybe if you’d spoken up, but there wasn’t time to stay stuck in your own head as Bucky started to pull at his slicked back hair. Grabbing his hands in yours, detangling the mess he made, you pulled him up. “We’re getting out of here, simple as that. If you can’t tell me what to do, I’ll take care of this.”

When his rough hands pulled from yours it felt like he was about to protest, but his hands just went back to his face, blocking you from the sight of fresh tears. It was the first time you’d seen him cry from anything other than infectious laughter. Steve was the emotional one, Bucky was the glue, and you were... trading your heels in for the Chelsea boots you’d worn on your bike ride to the chapel. Grabbing your bag, you shoved in his wallet, phone, anything else that was small and his and put the bag on him. Pulling him to the exit you Gave him your helmet and grabbed Steve’s with little hesitation, a fleeting glance at Bucky’s car covered in hideous ‘just married’ decor. “Just hold on to me. It’s been a while since I’ve had anyone bigger than me on the back.”

He didn’t acknowledge you with words, just little tilts of his head, eyes downcast. Even when you started the motorcycle and patted the seat to get on, Bucky marched like a tin soldier to orders. You were grateful for the noise of your bike and the city, and the built in Bluetooth speakers and mic in your helmet so you could call Steve. With a promise to somehow get his helmet back to him and to make up for the shitstorm that he and Nat would have to handle, you hung up and crossed the Brooklyn Bridge and escaped to the one place you knew no one would look for you except possibly Steve, Plumb Beach.

Hand in hand you two walked onto the small beach and you only let go to dig in the bag he still wore for the clothes you’d worn to the chapel to throw them on the sand for the pair of you to have a seat. His eyes searched far and wide, still staying off of you, so to give him some space, you emailed your boss that the three days off next week, your personal time to recover from the partying and subsequent clean up, should just be changed to a full week of telework. With no complaints outside of a joke that you really needed a real vacation, you tucked your phone into your pocket and really looked at Bucky. The sun on his tanned skin, face clean shaven - a rare occurrence, and the lines on his face from years of stress and pain or chronic infectious laughter. As your lips parted to try and weasel the latter out of him, his gentle voice came out in a raspy whisper, “I was looking forward to the trip to Italy. I thought it was going to be a fresh start for us, a new chapter.”

You draped your arm over his shoulder, pulling him close and his chin rested on your shoulder. “Bucky, I know that you know those two things aren’t the same.” Running your fingers through his hair to comfort him like he’d comforted you through your own fair share of breakups, you let out a sigh, “But today it’s okay to let her burn in your lungs and your heart and your head... It’s okay to scream it out or cry. Whatever it takes to not let this moment consume you because you’re going to come out on top. You’re not alone, not for a second.”

When he pulled away you thought he was pulling away for space or going to give some grandiose speech about how you didn’t understand and how he was alone. Instead he was reaching for your hand, pulling you up and, with three squeezes and the corner of his lips you knew what was coming. The quiet countdown, the setting sun, a throwback to junior prom and your ex making out with your nemesis under the bleachers. “One.” You started, eyes on him.

“Two.” His bright blue bloodshot eyes on you.

“Three.” Two pairs of lungs in unison soon empty of air as they let out billowing calls to nowhere.

Two tuxedoed buffoons getting odd looks, Bucky pulling you into his side, and no sound but the waves whispering as you let him process. “Let’s get out of here.”

While you were relieved he was finally stringing along more than a word or two you weren’t sure what he meant. It was the way his eyes seemed to light up like he was having a ‘eureka’ moment. “The last time you looked at me like that you decided we had to take a cross-country road trip before you and Steve left for bootcamp.”

Bucky tugged you back to the bike, “And wasn’t that exactly what we needed?”

Despite your laughter, the knowing that the trip was what you all needed to cope with the gang breaking up, you still recalled how the boys barely made it to the bus on time. Passing him Steve’s helmet with a nod, Bucky pulled it on without shaking hands or hesitation. “Where are we going?”

“My suitcase is in my car. Can you get off work?” You didn’t need to see his expression to know there was a puppy dog look of optimism on his face.

“I actually already did.” As you mounted your bike and Bucky flipped up the visor and you were surprised to see him looking so surprised. “What?” Clearing your throat and flipping your own visor down he got on and you hollered over the engine. “Steve has your keys, too. I’ll tell him to drive it over to you, you can have your suitcase, he can have his helmet. Now where are we going while we wait on him?”

“Yours, knucklehead. You’ve got a bag to pack.”

It wasn’t all that surprising that Steve couldn’t leave on a whim. His job as an art therapist for veterans wasn’t exactly something he put before a social life. As Bucky pulled luggage from the trunk Steve pulled you to the side, “I’m only letting him go on this trip because you’re going. If anything happens I’ll find a way to get there. I’m sorry I...”

Pressing your fingers to his lips you hushed him. “I may not be a therapist, but you two are my best friends. I’m not going to let him lock himself in a bathroom, throw himself off a gondola, or...”

Steve interrupted you with side-holding laughter, “Oh dear, you might need this more than him you uncultured swine. There are no gondolas in Rome.”

“No gondolas in Rome? Well fuck, we better pick a new place to run off to.” Bucky half-smiled as he leaned his head into the door. “We are still putting my non-refundable honeymoon to good use, aren’t we?”

Punching Steve in the arm, you called back at the blonde, “See ya, wouldn’t wanna be ya!”

Bucky stayed, talking to Steve for more than a couple of minutes while you flipped through work emails and kept your boss in the loop on the telework situation. All the while, only catching the tone of concern in Steve’s voice, not the words. Before you knew it you were on your way, body scans and bag checks, and with Bucky’s eyes averted you flipped through social media to see if it was safe to let him near his own phone. It wasn’t, at least not yet. It wasn’t just that she had changed her Facebook relationship status or that she deleted the countless pictures chronicling their relationship, it was that she had unfriended every person around Bucky that had put up with her for his own happiness. It made you wonder what happened, but more than that, it made you glad to put an ocean between her and your fists.

The non-stop flight was just shy of nine hours, the ride to the hotel in the heart of the city was another thirty, and as you walked up to the counter to check in Bucky, who managed to restlessly nod off on your shoulder, looked like he was about to collapse. “We’re here to check in, the reservation is under James Barnes.” 

It was obvious that they were processing the English, disrupted from their lunch, “Ah, che bravissimo, the American newlyweds! Evviva gli sposi!”

What felt like nine in the morning on no sleep for you was clearly better than Bucky’s experience. So you nodded, thanked them, and passed over the passport and other items clutched in his hand. Once it was all back in your hands with room keys you pulled him along to the elevator and, once again, he surprised you. “Are you okay?”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you took his hand. “Despite what some people think, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being a Mrs. Barnes.” Sticking out your tongue to lighten the mood, you left him in the elevator as you pulled your luggage along, “C’mon Athos!” The childhood nickname seemed to draw him from his thoughts and his long legs quickly caught up to you. “Want me to go in first and chuck any romantic decor?”

“Fuck, I didn’t even think about that.” He swallowed at the cotton in his mouth. “No, it’s fine. Hell, maybe there’s chocolate on the pillows.”

Wiggling your eyebrows you slipped the keycard in and pushed the door open, but just as you were about to say ‘dibs’ you saw the room. Rose petals trailed along the floor and the room had the soft scent of clean cotton and gardenias. Faux candles of an array of heights and sizes flickered on every surface. The bathroom door sat open and the motion sensor light kicked on to brighten up a jacuzzi tub and oversized shower with a bench. The small area to sit in had a door out to the balcony with a postcard worthy view and just as you were about to rush out there you saw the bed- the one massive bed and the welcome basket and flowers in the center of a massive heart of petals. “Cliché, but I think we have the chocolate covered.”

“I’ll take the couch.” He was so quick, so matter of fact about it that it almost threw you for a loop and you nearly agreed.

“We could sleep on this bed with all of this on it and still never brush elbows. Besides, we’ve shared a bed before.”

While all of that was true and you didn’t think much of it as you kicked off your shoes and left your bags by the door, something was twisting in the pit of Bucky’s stomach. The fact was that it had always been you, him, and Steve; even on the impromptu road trip Steve was always there. The boundaries had always been crystal clear and now you both were single, had careers, grown up, and now, after everything, there were secrets. “Are you sure?”

“Yup. Go and shower first, Army boy. If I do there won’t be any hot water left for you.” As soon as he was in the bathroom you pulled out your laptop, checking in with Natasha about the vendors and letting Steve know you had made it safe. With it being so early in the morning you weren’t surprised by the lack of a response and set out to clean up the room, all the while keeping an ear open for Bucky needing you. Just as you were about to check on him, your toiletry bag and a change of clothes tucked under your arm, you shrieked at the door opening in front of you. Your fist instinctively punched straight ahead into his stomach and set him coughing. “Shit! Sorry.” As soon as you put your hand on his damp shoulder you saw the familiar intense scarring that he usually kept hidden under a henley or leather jacket. Your thumb brushed over the remnants of the wound that had discharged him from the military before you took a step back, “Okay Barnes, I didn’t hit you that hard.”

“It’s my ego. You hit me in my ego.” He mocked as he straightened up. “Steve can never know this happened.”

Sticking your tongue out you walked into the bathroom and shut the door, a long slow exhale passing your lips. You hadn’t even realized you were holding your breath and that might have surprised you if it wasn’t for the flushed look on your face in the mirror. It wasn’t blush- or so you swore.

On the other side of the door, Bucky quickly changed and moved around the room setting a few dozen of the candles back on to turn off the harsher light of the bedroom lamps. His eyes stayed on the bathroom door the entire time while his mouth moved from chewing the inside of his cheek to chewing on his bottom lip. Once he’d finally stopped pacing around the room and decided to take a seat the bathroom door opened and you stepped out in leggings and a long t-shirt. Your eyes were on the floor, hair wrapped in a towel so that it didn’t drip onto your clothes. Bucky’s blue eyes stayed glued on the shirt clinging to the damp skin beneath. “I remember when you stole that shirt.”

“Huh?” Looking down you couldn’t help but snort, “Don’t call me out!”

“You always do that,” The corner of his mouth turned up, in a near smile and it was a relief for both of them to feel the tiniest lightening of the mood, a baby-step to normalcy.

“Do what?” Feigning innocence and flopping onto the bed, you reached for a pillow, causing the old shirt to slink up your curves.

“Buy a present that is actually meant for you and, under dubious circumstances at best, you somehow reclaim that gift.” Once the pillow was under your head, Bucky delicately pulled the shirt down and laid down next to you, rolling onto his side.

“I’m pretty sure I had this shirt first and it’s mine, but I knew you liked it so much that I got you the same one for your birthday.” You looked down at his hand, lingering on your stomach, certain it was just that he needed physical comfort, so you placed yours on top.

“Then at Steve’s twenty-first birthday co-Independence Day party you got so trashed you ruined yours. This is my shirt.”

“James Buchanan Barnes! Are you calling me a liar? Are you trying to steal the shirt off of my back?” You laughed so hard the bed shook and just as you settled down, sides aching, his rough fingertips tickled at the bottom of your soft tummy, right at the hem of your leggings and the shirt. “Even if it was yours, and I’m most certainly not saying it is, it’s molded to my thicc-ness now and  it’ll never fit you again, Army Boy!”

“My whole government name, is it?” He smiled, really smiled, that glowing dopey ear to ear smile that was contagious. It had nearly been twenty-four hours since you’d seen him smile and somehow you were all to aware of an ache in your bones of missing his naturally contagious light. But that wasn’t what caught you off guard, it was the fact that this smile hadn’t been seen in years and the realization was something akin to going through withdrawals.

The choked laugh and the smile that found your own lips was hesitant, reserved, and held between your teeth. Against your better judgement you reached over and brushed your thumb through the lines on his face. “Does it hurt smiling like that after you haven’t in years.”

The words were whispered, Bucky’s sad blue eyes looked up from the threads of the comforter he was picking at and locked dead on you. When your lips parted to apologize, he leaned in close and pressed his lips to your forehead. “New chapter, remember?” Though your breath hitched in your throat, he pulled away from you, “I guess we’ll have to get used to it.”

“I could get used to it.” You half-yawned. “If we take a nap we might be able to reset ourself and waste less time jet lagged.”

“Background noise of tv, music, or--”

“City!” You finished with an excited smile, already sliding off the bed to open the balcony’s door and let in the sounds of Rome. You could feel Bucky’s eyes on you and thought little more of it than his own curiosity about what the pair of you were going to miss during your quick snooze. By the time you turned around his eyes were closed and he’d jumbled up all of the blankets and pillows to get comfortable. “Too fluffy?”

“Spend years in the desert and try and sleep with all of that.”

Walking up the massive bed on your hands and knees, your tired body couldn’t be bothered to shove it all over the edge. He watched you attempt at climbing under the blankets, curious about why you weren’t looking up to see where you were going. It left you brushing against Bucky and he pulled you to his chest in one of his classic bear hugs. “Careful or you’ll wish you were back in the desert or did you forget that I’m a human space heater?”

“Nah, you missed my big hugs.” The steady cadence of his pulse was already lulling you to sleep. If that wasn’t enough, he pulled the towel off of your head and ran his fingers through your hair. It was an intoxicating sort of magic, a little trick he’d learned comforting his sisters and maybe when you woke up you’d feel played because you should have been comforting him, but the stars behind your lids drew you to a comfortable sleep.

As the two of you zipped around the city on your matching pistachio colored Vespas, Bucky knew he’d really started a new chapter. He could still perfectly picture the confusion on your face when you shocked him by agreeing to set work aside for a sunset zip to hunt down the best gelato. He couldn’t remember the last time you’d looked at him and not known what he was thinking. It was impossible for him to recall the last time anyone had set work aside to live a little, even with Steve. Though Bucky had chalked it up to ‘growing up’ a larger part of him wondered if you wold have always said yes or if there was a bigger reason you would’ve said no- like his ex. The fact was that the ex never even let you ask. That chapter felt a lot like the words ‘missing you’. This one felt a lot like three.

Somehow in the last two days in Italy, tossing coins in fountains, eating copious amounts of bread at every meal, sipping on proper espresso to counteract jet lag; he hadn’t cried or settled into some desperate need to get over his ex by getting under someone else. Bucky found himself delighting in the little things and he realized it was just because you were. 

Wine tasted better after watching you bring it to you lips with a hum. Its color was the perfect balance of red and purple as it stained your lips. Then, when you slid it across for him to try it was the melodic sound of your laughter and pleading that convinced him to try something new from his staunchly beer and bourbon alcohol repertoire. 

The mere mention of ice cream was no longer summoning the memory of that time Steve started a scrap that he had to end and resulted in you buying the three of them ice creams to cool off in the humid New York summer heat. You’d scolded the both of them so lovingly hard that yours melted entirely over fingers before your first lick. No, it was those fingers now covered in strawberry, sticky-sweet, and the almost inaudible gasp on you lips when Bucky leaned in and licked it off. He swore it was just for a stolen taste, but in the back of his mind he knew it wasn’t.

The laugh that came with the silly gesture, the familiar warmth of it like a hug to him, was more to you. While you swore it because he was being uncharacteristically childish. “I want to say I could get used to this ‘new chapter’ version of you because I love seeing you back to the Bucky that would protect Steve from his own stubbornness and me from my bad... taste, but if you’re going to make me laugh this much all the time... Can a person die of laughter? Is it going to be an oxygen deprivation type of death?” Laughing nervously, glad Steve wasn’t around to read you like a book. The embarrassment truly stemmed from how you loved the feeling of his stubble scratching your skin. Steve would’ve called you on it, that some how, something had just flipped like a switch and you were seeing the history of your friendship in a completely different way. The anxiety was starting to bubble as you question if he did too.

It felt so obvious to you, that the universe was laying the cards out on the table. You both shared silence and sound, space and somehow time- not just time in the sense of being in a new time zone or having shared a lifetime of memories, it was more and as you parked the rental Vespas at the shop and picked up your little bicycles, Bucky pulled you into the biggest hug. You didn’t ask him what it was for or hesitate to hug him back.

The sun was low, the street lamps turned on, and the only barrier between you two were the bikes. Hiding your smile in the curve of Bucky’s neck you could have sworn you heard him groan when you lips brushed the base of his neck at the collar of his t-shirt. “You know where we are?” He asked as he led you around the bike just a little, still holding you until he pulled on your hip to make you look out at the view. A hefty amount of stairs led down deeper into the plaza, flanked by older peach and dusty rose buildings. The architecture was beautiful, but you honestly had been enjoying the company on this trip more than the food and your love of history was always always something you didn’t flaunt. “It’s late and we’ve been dragging each other all over this city since we got here, so I’ll forgive you for not realizing just yet.”

Buzzing with excitement and curiosity he took your hand, lacing his hand in yours and taking you down the stairs a few at a time. “I’ve got little legs!” You laughed, true or not it was always hard to keep up with the soldier’s longer legs. The joke of protest was met with Bucky’s arms scooping you up. You were so tempted to protest, so tempted to tell him that the last thing he needed was to hurt his arm lugging you down some stairs in Rome. Then you saw his smile, the one that reached his eyes and the only thing you could say was, “The stairs! Stop looking at me and look at the stairs, Bucky!”

“I’d never drop you.” He said it so matter of factly and you believed it. “I really want to enjoy this so close your eyes.”

“Demanding.” You chuckled, no longer hiding that you loved it. “Fine... but only since you completely unnecessarily but oh so gallantly walked me down oh so many Roman stairs.”

With a crinkle of your nose you shut your eyes and he set you down  shortly thereafter. You swallowed at the dryness in you mouth when his hands found yours again almost immediately. Bucky’s breath shook in your ear, surely from the effort of lugging you around, you swore, biting into your bottom lip waiting for the cue to open your eyes. But he waited, his hands still holding yours and then enveloping you in a tight hug, his chest pressed to your back, his chin over your shoulder. “Okay, now you can open them.”

You didn’t have to read the placard to know Keat’s home. When Bucky and Steve were away for boot camp you’d written them every day, jokingly telling the boys to not become blockheads and to keep each other safe. While the letters were fairly similar, you knew Steve was already hiding doodles on the envelopes, he had ‘his thing’. So you sent Bucky poetry, Keats being one of your favorites. How you’d forgotten the stairs was beyond you, but you weren’t breathing, your eyes stung with happy tears. This was a bucket list visit and your chin quivered as you recalled the emotions of reading you first poem and the worry about losing the boys forever. You’d made yourself sick worrying Bucky would do something stupid to save Steve.

“Hey, pretty girl, this was supposed to make you smile!” Bucky squeezed you in that hug a little tighter and finally you took a breathe and the few tears dripped down your cheeks. “I thought you loved John Keats.” You could only managed a mildly frantic nod as you tried to collect yourself, a soft smile- one too similar to an apology found your lips. “This is you in celebrity shock?” A nudge to Bucky’s side made him laugh and you let go of his hands so you could spin around and hug him tightly back. “Ahhh there’s the reaction I was hoping for.”

“You never talked about the poems I sent you. I just assumed you didn’t want to tell me I was being lame.” Chewing the inside of your cheek you looked back at the building and then up at his bright blue eyes, which were only on you.

“I loved them. They got me through...” The arm, he didn’t have to say it and you squeezed his side to let him know that. What you hadn’t expected was the quiet man that kept his longer chatting to odd things he’d dug up on science threads on Reddit or political rants to make a confession in the middle of the Piazza di Spagna in words that you both shared years ago:

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—         Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart,         Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task         Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask         Of snow upon the mountains and the moors— No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,         Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,         Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

Was that what did it? Was that the moment you fell head over heals for Bucky Barnes? It felt irrelevant to label the ‘something happened’ moment when, under the stars and in the summer heat you pulled his mouth to yours and kissed him fearlessly. His hands pulled the two of you somehow ever closer and the only compromise to the separation of your soft lips to his was the gasp for air. The dopey smile on his face as he cupped your face gave you the opportunity to use your words. “I’m in love with you, too.”

Bucky’s fingers pressed gently into your soft skin and he pulled your mouth back to his. He didn’t ask when you knew, you didn’t ask him either, and it didn’t matter. His tongue caressed yours and you moaned into his mouth, your fingers tugging on his cloths, his hair, every inch of you pressing into him until you both were breathless messes again. “I’ll bring you back.”

“Promise?” You didn’t know if he meant to Italy or the Keats-Shelley Museum, but you were too distracted by his blown out pupils and how beautiful his lips looked wet and swollen from kissing you. The thought of that action alone was still dizzying.

“Yeah, I promise, but I have one more surprise.” As your eyebrows drew together in confusion his hands pulled away from your face, where they had been resting gently on your neck, brushing your jaw, leaving a sting of heat in their wake. He took your hands in his and he got down on one knee. Your mouth fell open and you picked it up quickly, but your head lulled to the side like a confused puppy as your heart raced so loudly in your chest that you were certain Bucky would feel the vibrations in your fingertips. “Will you marry me? Steve always knew I wanted this. He swore up and down that if I just took five minutes to think about what you meant to me romantically that I would realize every single person I’d been with never compared to the girl who climbed in my sandbox. I wouldn’t have been left at the alter if I would have realized the only person I wanted at my side was the person I wanted at my side in sickness and in health, good times and bad, was always already there. Yes, you and Steve are my best friends, but I should have realized sooner why there were differences between my friendships with the two of you.”

“Everyone saw it but the two of us.” You looked down at Bucky, his hands may not have held a ring, but it was perfect and it was very much the two of you in your own world. “I guess I need to call Steve to come to Rome after all.”

As if he was reading your mind, he knew what you meant, you weren’t leaving this city without marrying him. Pulling out your phone, you tapped the little phone icon and in one swoop Bucky was picking you up and spinning you around, his lips kissing every inch of skin they could find and you laughed breathlessly. Steve answered on the second ring but the pair of you laughing muffled his greeting. You pulled the phone from your face and saw the minutes counting and you hushed Bucky with a smile and gentle little thwack to his peck. “So he told you?” Steve asked, tone anxious.

“Told me what?” Your eyebrows drew together and Bucky set you down, leaning in to listen to the call.

“He told you she called it off because he wanted to marry you.” Bucky swallowed, knowing that Steve was leaving out the key detail that after somehow getting his confiscated phone back he had drunk texted the Bride-not-to-be and told her as much the night before the wedding. “Is it finally happening?”

“Yeah,” You both said in unison, smiling despite the circumstances.

“Well, only if you can get out here. Someone has to give me away and seeing as how he won’t stand there without you and I won’t marry him without your blessing, it’s a bit of a co-dependent situation.” Bucky muffled his laugh, squeezing your hand before kissing your temple. “What do you say, Aramis?”

Steve let out a long sigh, but you could hear his keys jingling like he was already headed for his car. “Far be it from me to delay the inevitable. I’m surprised you two didn’t take care of this before we enlisted. Y’now, speaking of the three musketeers, does the impulsivity of this make him a D’Artagnan?”

Bucky let out a whistle and jokingly pumped his arm in victorious celebration. “You’ve done it now, Steve. Straight to his head.”

“I have to torture you a little for making me live through a couple of decades of angst and oblivion.”

You could practically hear the approving smile, “See you soon, stupid.”

Unceremoniously ending the call, you leapt into Bucky’s arms and picked up kissing him, drizzling in a lifetime’s worth of unsaid I love yous. Through laughing and smiling, fingers tangled in hair and soft curves pressed to the cold stone wall of the museum, you drank in Rome and Bucky. Each kiss was a vow to no longer letting a moment pass you two by.

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