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buckyjamess-archive · 3 years

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𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲 ❁ 𝓫𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼

chapter seventeen • a/n: thank the sudden burst of inspiration for these chapters coming out so fast. Feedback is appreciated! • wordcount: 1.5k+ • warnings: kids, parenthood, nothing more?

summary

going through rough years after losing your husband, you try to raise your daughter the best you can. With the help from the wilson's you make the best of it but the road is bumpy when sam introduces you to his friend.

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"I'm running a little late today, so I won't be home in time but I asked Steve to be there to open up–" a heavy sigh "for the love of god, try to be nice buck, that's all I'm asking, okay? Also, can you let me know if you're staying for dinner so I can pick up something extra on my way back– thank you. Okay..bye, love you."

love you. Bucky never expected to keep hearing those words falling from your lips but he does– after every call, every voicemail, every goodbye and see you soon. It makes him smile yet he doesn't deserve those two words.

you had assured him that morning after that you would always love him no matter what; that he's still the father of yet another gift in your life. The best months of your life after a shit show of years prior– you'd always love Bucky even if he broke your heart in a million pieces, he seemed to be the only one to put it back together..or steve. Steve did a pretty good job of glueing shattered parts of your heart back together.

It angered bucky. Coincidentally; Steve rogers marriage came to an end not two weeks after you'd moved into your own little place with the kids and for a split second Bucky had wondered if nothing ever happened between you and Steve during the time he suspected something. But he believed you. Nothing had happened, never and though Bucky still had to get used to Steve being around more and more each day, he knew he could trust the blonde.

You seem happy with Steve and unlike you and him, things between Steve went slow, taking time. No moving in three weeks after or by each other's side everyday and you certainly didn't let the man straight into Rosie and JJ's life.

A break..of sorts and maybe he'd gotten his hopes up and believed it actually could get better with time; get back together and be that little family again but as time passed by, it became all too clear– you really didn't plan on getting with him again and Bucky couldn't even blame you.

But you still let him into your life, let him be a part of your life. A part of Rosie's life..of JJ. You let Rosie stay with him whenever she wanted to, let her stay the night or a couple of days until the girl wanted to get back home again. Got to see his son nearly everyday and have him all weekends. 'I'd never take away your kids, buck'

Invitations to stay for dinner or spend the evening or to tag along with one of your day outs– all too eager to spend all the time he could with what once was his family, even if it meant spending time with Steve.

You still took care of bucky, you still loved bucky because the man who broke your heart made you believe in love again, pulled you out of your shell after years of wanting to be alone. Took care of you during your darkest days, stayed by your side when you needed him the most. Gave Rosie a father figure she never had the opportunity to get, gave you another little soul to take care of. Bucky Barnes stole, bruised and broke your heart and till this day manages to glue it back together.

It took you a while to forgive him, you're still not sure if you actually have. With the loan you got from your new part time job at the store around the corner, you managed to get yourself a small two bedroom apartment not too far away from bucky– following most classes from your new study online and still being able to be there for your babies; if you were being honest, life was good.

The family wilson being back in your life being the icing on the cake. Sam being to eager to apologise for everything he'd said and done although 'I told you so'– first flight to Brooklyn and before you knew it the family stood in your apartment, unpacked boxes and painted rooms as if their lives depended on it; be there for you like they were after riley– family. Hailey even spent the better part of her summer in Brooklyn by your side to catch up while in all honesty, she got tired of her dad and needed some time alone.

Life was surprisingly good after everything.

"Dad?"

Snapping out of his daydream, Bucky looks up and meets the eyes of the little girl in the rear view mirror. The braid bucky had managed to braid that morning an untangled mess, hanging from her shoulder. Left overs of a chocolate cookie still visible on the corner of her mouth. Yellow shirt covered in dirt, paint and what else she'd been playing in and with at school.

Bucky hums and types a quick text to you, telling you he'd stay over for dinner "What's up?"

"Can alpine come with me sometime?" Rosie asks seriously, a hint of hope in her voice.

"I wish he could sweetheart but mom's not allowed to have any pets," Bucky chuckles "He misses mommy, right?"

"I don't know, he can't talk silly."

"Really then why does alpine talk to me every night?" Bucky quips back "he tells me how you steal the last cookies from the cookie jar."

"That was JJ– when are mommy, me and JJ coming back home, I want my own bedroom again."

Bucky clears his throat and quickly gazes to the little boy fast asleep in his carpet on the backseat and back to Rosie, Bucky swallows the lump in his throat.

You tried to explain it all but the 4 year old never seemed to be able to understand any of it; the two times Christmas, two birthdays not working.

"I don't know princess," Bucky admits "whenever mommy is ready."

which is never

Heavy footsteps echo against the grey stone walls of the short hallway, doors with small white numbers glued onto the wood– Steve isn't much taller or shorter, maybe a bit broader but nothing to be afraid of and yet bucky finds himself tiny next to the man, intimidated to say the least- black leather jacket over a simple grey shirt clung around his biceps, long legs...intimidating but with the softest facial features, christ bucky didn't have any reason to feel this way around someone You deemed important.

If anything, Steve was as awkward as him.

Twirling around the hallway, her pink and purple colored bag bouncing up and down her back and her messy braid flying through the air, Rosie stills at the sight of the men walking their way

"You're late."

"I know, kid," Steve chuckles lowly "tried to be faster."

"Well, you should be faster next time." Rosie simply states.

Steve nods his head towards bucky with a slight smile which bucky returns and without another word, Steve twirls the keys out of his pocket and unlocks the door with the faint 9 on it.

Rosie storms in, nearly tripping over her own feet as she pulls her backpack off and throws it in the corner with all other shoes, bags and umbrellas.

The man nods again as Bucky pushes the stroller with JJ through the door. The familiar smell of you lingering in the air and fills his nostrils. He ignores the footsteps behind him. Bucky pushes his son further into the kitchen where he picks JJ out and sets the little man on the floor. Bucky's not even able to say another word, his son zooming off on all fours, going straight to the box filled with toys near the couch in the living room.

"I was told to hand you the keys." Bucky's eyes shoot up to Steve, your keys dangling between his thumb and index finger– Steve clears his throat.

Casually folding the stroller back before standing up straight, bucky nods and holds his hand out.

Your keys, not Steve's. Great, he's not at that base yet.

"y/n asked if you wanted to bathe the kids," Steve clears his throat once again and shifts his weight from one foot to the other "so she can start with dinner when she's back."

"Yeah, sure." Bucky mumbles almost inaudibly, calm and collected, through his stomach drops as Steve nods and strides his way to your bedroom and comes back out with a black overnight bag hanging from his shoulder; rogers printed on the fabric.

so, he's at that base already

"So, yeah– I should head back out. Work and all." Steve breathes out a laugh.

Placing both hands on his sides, Steve looks back to the living room where Rosie and JJ crawled and played around the coffee table.

"Bye rosie," Steve waves awkwardly and with no answer back, he looks back at bucky with a slight smile and nervous chuckle "kids, right."

"Yeah," Bucky deadpans, not batting an eye at the men in front of him "kids."

Bucky doesn't have the right to feel jealous, he screwed things up and not you but he still loves you with all his heart and he'll be damned if he didn't at least try to gain back your trust and maybe even woo you back in his life– Steve stands in the way of just that.

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moongoddessmox · 3 years

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Happy Birthday - tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Sher

Warning: none, just fluff

Word Count: 1,024

Summary: Sher has a secret admirer.

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHER!!!!!! Here's a little drabble for you, I hope you have a wonderful birthday ❤ @buckyjmsbarnes (all works crossposted on mox-writes)

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She was beautiful. Fair skin like the tinted glow of the sun slipping through the parted curtains. Radiant and all-consuming. Her eyes; blue like the ocean, so gentle and calm, yet can wash over your soul and carry you miles away, drowning you in her beauty.

Bucky watched her from across the street. It was his favorite pastime; coming to the same bench every morning, a perfect seat to watch her read in the park. At first, he felt odd, it wasn’t normal behavior to sit from a distance and watch someone every day, especially without so much as an introduction. But he couldn’t resist. The way she would tuck her light hair behind her ear, revealing the beautiful diamond earrings he’d left her earlier from a “secret admirer” for her birthday. He struggled with himself over dropping it in her mailbox, was it too far? Too much? They were neighbors so it wasn’t creepy that he knew where she lived or was it? Was it creepy that he knew it was her birthday? Bucky’s inner monologue often drifted him into space, today causing him to miss her when she got up to leave.

When he came back to earth, he noticed she was gone. A sadness twinged in his eyes as he scanned the park for her, missing the smile that would grace her lips and crinkle her pierced nose whenever she read an amusing part of her book. It was a smile he would get lost in, hoping one day that he’d be the cause of it. Bucky straightened up, his leather jacket smoothing out and gloved fingers sliding over his thighs as he prepared to stand and leave.

Before he could get to his feet, a shadow cast over him. He shot his blue eyes up to the figure standing over him. It was her. Bucky immediately ran his hand through his short dark hair, his heart pounding and breath caught in his throat. There it was. That smile. The smile he’d kill to see every second of every day. She sat down next to him, tucking one leg behind the other and laying her book in her lap. She held his gaze for a moment, taking in his own beauty and swallowing hard.

“Hi stranger,” god, her voice was perfect. It ran chills down his spine and he never wanted her to stop talking. He offered an awkward smile, lifting his eyebrows as if to soothe some of his discomforts. She only smiled wider. Not helping.

“Hi, I’m Bucky,” he spoke, voice squeaking a little like he was going through puberty. He cleared his throat but remained quiet, waiting for her to speak next.

“I’m Sher, it’s nice to finally have a name for the person who watches me every day,” Bucky’s face drained of its color, she knows? Fuck. He smiled awkwardly again, unsure how to explain away his constant attendance to her show of reading in the park. Sher could tell he was processing it, thinking of ways to appear less creepy.

“It’s alright, I don’t mind it. I mean, it is a public park,” she began to blush, rosiness filling her fair cheeks, “actually, I quite like it. I’m glad you think I’m interesting enough to watch, though I’m not sure why,” she laughed, looking down to her book as she thumbed the indented title. Bucky furrowed his brows, watching her pick her gaze back up and look at him briefly.

“I like seeing the way you smile at your book,” Bucky spoke, and although he was brave enough to get the words out, he didn’t have a shred of confidence. Bubbling anxiety brewed in his body and tingled over his skin. “I think you’re really pretty,” pretty, Buck? Really?

“Oh,” Sher blushed again, unable to keep her eyes on him.

“No–”

“No?” she mirrored him, confused by his attempt to take back the compliment.

“No, I mean, not no, yes I think you’re pretty. I think you’re gorgeous, wildly beautiful,” Bucky cringed at himself, face completely red and burning hot.

“Oh.” She widened her eyes, looking away from him with a smile she deemed too large for him to see. He caught a glimpse of it and melted. He made her smile. It made his heart flutter.

“Sorry, I know this is a bad introduction–’

“I think it’s quite sweet, actually,” her words gave him an ounce of confidence. Enough to calm his breathing and spark his next sentence.

“Would you like to go out sometime, then? I’d love to take you out,” Bucky held his breath, scruffy jaw clenched as he waited for a yes–hoped for a yes.

“I would love that, and maybe next time you can join me in the park? Reading to you is the least I could do after you gave me such beautiful earrings,” she smirked. His eyes were wide as he was outed as the secret admirer. Sher stood up and Bucky followed, stuffing his hands in his pockets and moving his shoulders with his exhale.

“Well, I should get going, does tonight work?”

“Tonight is perfect,” he spoke a little too quickly, causing her to giggle.

“Well, you know where I live, I’ll see you tonight Bucky,” Sher placed a hand on his bicep, leaning in and kissing his cheek. His sandalwood scent filled her senses and made her feel warm, comfortable. Bucky blushed, his cheeks and nose tinting pink at the contact. She graced him with one last smile before walking away down the sidewalk. Bucky turned on his heel and let his eyes follow her.

“Oh! Happy birthday!” he abruptly called out to her. She turned around with a large smile, taking her bottom lip between her teeth and she continued to slowly walk backward. She gave a small nod and wave before turning back around and disappearing around a corner. Bucky was left in awe, goosebumps smoothing out over his skin and excitement stuck in his chest. He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face, the anticipation of seeing more of her, more of that to-die-for smile left him happy the rest of the day.

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mox-writes · 3 years

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Happy Birthday - Bucky Barnes x Sher

Warning: none, just fluff

Word Count: 1,024

Summary: Sher has a secret admirer.

A/N: A little different from my other works, but this is written for my wonderful friend's birthday today! @buckyjmsbarnes (all works crossposted on moongoddessmox)

“Hi, I’m Bucky,” he spoke, voice squeaking a little like he was going through puberty. He cleared his throat but remained quiet, waiting for her to speak next.

“Oh,” Sher blushed again, unable to keep her eyes on him.

“No–”

“No?” she mirrored him, confused by his attempt to take back the compliment.

“No, I mean, not no, yes I think you’re pretty. I think you’re gorgeous, wildly beautiful,” Bucky cringed at himself, face completely red and burning hot.

“Oh.” She widened her eyes, looking away from him with a smile she deemed too large for him to see. He caught a glimpse of it and melted. He made her smile. It made his heart flutter.

“Sorry, I know this is a bad introduction–’

“I think it’s quite sweet, actually,” her words gave him an ounce of confidence. Enough to calm his breathing and spark his next sentence.

“Would you like to go out sometime, then? I’d love to take you out,” Bucky held his breath, scruffy jaw clenched as he waited for a yes–hoped for a yes.

“Well, I should get going, does tonight work?”

“Tonight is perfect,” he spoke a little too quickly, causing her to giggle.

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pinknerdpanda · 5 years

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Quarantined

Word Count: 1,368

Characters: Bucky x Reader (kinda), Steve, Sam

Warnings: Fluff, Quarantine shopping, Petulant!Bucky, Bickering Sam and Bucky, Exasperated!Steve, language (obvi)

SSB Square Filled: “I’ve Knocked Out Adolf Hitler over 200 times.” (bolded below)

Requested by: @princessmisery666: “Drabble request - Steve, Sam and Bucky shopping for quarantine supplies!! Let the games (arguments) begin 😘.”

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A/N: I loved this request. I feel like we could all use a little levity given the current circumstances. This is the first time I’ve written Sam or Steve, and only my second time writing Bucky. I hope this makes you smile. Feedback is greatly appreciated! If you’d like to request a drabble (which will decidedly not be a drabble because, words) - see this post.

Quarantined

“Infiltrate, extract and then get the hell out of there.” Steve’s voice was stern as he continued. “Everyone clear?”

The trio before him nodded solemnly, all of them feeling the dregs of weariness creeping in before the mission even began.

“Any questions?”

Bucky squinted at a small scrap of paper clenched in one hand as he raised the other. Steve sighed, but nodded at his friend.

“What the hell is a ‘Clorox wipe’ and why do we need so goddamn many of them?”

Sam choked on a laugh, earning him a terse glare from the former assassin.

“What’s so funny, Big Bird?” Bucky grumbled.

Grinning, Sam clapped a hand on his shoulder, his palm stinging slightly from the contact with the metal.

“Man, sometimes I forget just how damn old you are. But then you come in here with all that,” Sam waved a hand in front of a scowling Bucky and continued. “And it all comes rushing back.”

Steve groaned as Bucky launched into a diatribe of curses and insults aimed at Sam. Y/n shot Steve a sympathetic look before a particular string of four letter words made her clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from giggling.

“Alright, enough. We don’t have time for this. I know this isn’t our usual job, but given the current situation, we don’t exactly have a choice. We are the ones imposing on y/n and she wasn't exactly prepared for us to be staying with her during a quarantine."

Their first reaction to the social distancing mandate had been fraught with eyerolls and grunts of protest. Yes, the serum made Bucky and Steve immune to the virus, but there was no way to know if they could still be carriers. And then there were Sam and y/n who did not have the benefit of super immunity. In the end, they'd all decided it would be best to comply if for no other reason than to be an example to the public. If Captain friggin America was doing his part to stop the spread of the disease, then everyone else should to.

"We should pair off," Steve began. "Bucky - "

"I call dibs on y/n!" Bucky shouted, cutting him off.

"Dibs? Really, Tin Man?" Sam groaned, exasperated.

"Yes, dibs. It's better than having to look at your ugly mugs for the next however-long-this-shit-takes. It's bad enough I have to be stuck in a house with a friggin pigeon -" Bucky jabbed a finger in Sam's direction before aiming it at Steve, “and Mr. ‘I’ve Knocked Out Adolf Hitler over 200 times’ until this thing blows over."

Sam and Steve opened their mouths to protest, but y/n cleared her throat, drawing the gaze of three pairs of guilty eyes.

“Alright, children. If you’re finished, can we please get this over with? Bucky, I’m overlooking the fact that you called ‘dibs’ on me like I’m some kind of possession, solely because I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let you and Sam pair up. You two are the actual worst when you’re together.” Y/n plucked the list from Bucky’s fist and a disinfectant wipe from the container beside the door before wiping down the cart and heading inside without sparing another look in his direction.

Bucky sighed. “I swear I’m gonna marry that girl some day.”

“Bold of you to assume she’s into geriatrics with scrambled brains,” Sam groused.

Bucky flipped him off, metal finger gleaming in the sunlight before hurrying inside after her.

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“This place is amazing!” Bucky marvelled, gazing up at the towering shelves and running his hand over a 50 pound bag of rice. “Whoa! Look at how huge this is!”

Y/n looked up from her list just in time to see him dump a gallon of ketchup into the cart.

“We do not need that much ketchup, Buck. We have a list. We need to stick to the list.”

Bucky frowned, removing the ketchup and placing it back on the shelf. “You’re no fun, sweetheart.”

Ignoring his whining, y/n proceeded down the aisle in search of the next item on her list: peanut butter. As she perused the options before here, Bucky's attention was drawn to something else.

"Holy shit!" He exclaimed.

Y/n turned to find her companion gazing longingly at a five pound bag of semi-sweet chocolate chips. She sighed as he directed a pleading look at her. The man was the former Fist of Hydra; a goddamned ghost story until a few years prior. And here he was, in the middle of Sam's club silently begging her for chocolate like a three year old child.

She sighed again. "Go ahead."

Bucky's eyes went wide with excitement as he scooped up two bags and all but flung them into the shopping cart.

"Bucky we do not need 10 pounds of chocolate chips. Put one of them back."

He frowned. "But y/n…"

Holding her hand up, she cut him off. "No buts, James Barnes. Put. One. Back."

Bucky regarded her for a second, his mouth puckered to one side as he chewed the inside of his cheek. She met his petulant stare with one of her own as an elderly couple maneuvered their cart around them. Bucky groaned, stomping his foot and snatching a bag from the cart and tossing it back on the shelf.

"Come on, you big baby. Let's get this over with," she chuckled, tipping her head toward the next aisle.

Falling in step behind her, Bucky grumbled under his breath. "I bet this place doesn't even have any plums."

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Thirty minutes and two full shopping carts later, the teams reconvened at the front of the store. Steve's usually tidy hair fell haphazardly over his forehead as though he'd been running his finger through it repeatedly. Sam crossed his arms smugly and leveled Bucky with a teasing glare.

"How'd you do old man?" Sam beamed. "You didn't forget the prunes, did you? You're looking like they could come in handy right about now."

Bucky ground his teeth together, only suppressing a searing reply because he felt y/n squeeze his arm in warning. He raked his gaze over Sam and Steve's cart and balked.

"How come Sam gets a giant box of fruit snacks?" Bucky growls, starting at Steve accusingly.

Steve groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes closed. "Dammit, Sam. I told you no fruit snacks."

Sam shrugged, unrepentant. Y/n grimaced, shaking her head sympathetically at the exasperated Captain.

"If Sam gets fruit snacks, I'm getting that gallon of ketchup." Bucky flung his arm behind him, vaguely gesturing toward the condiment aisle.

Y/n jabbed a frustrated finger into his chest, lifting her chin to look him in the eyes, fury darkening her features.

"You have no idea how tempting it is to leave you here." She emphasized each of her words with a corresponding jab to his pectorals.

Behind her Sam snickered and she whirled on him "You too, Bird Man. Look at what you've done to him." She pointed at Steve, his shoulders slumped and his face drawn. "He's supposed to be your friend, you idjits. And now look at him!"

Sam looked at the floor and Bucky scuffed the toe of his boot against the worn tile beneath him.

"Apologize and then Steve and I are leaving you two to check out while we go get pizza and ice cream at the cafe. Frankly we deserve it for having to put up with you two today."

Steve perked up a little at her words. Sam and Bucky shared a look but y/n ignored it and tapped her foot impatiently.

The two men mumbled a half-hearted apology and y/n smiled, satisfied.

"Come on Cap," she tucked her arm in his and began leading him away. "My treat."

Sam and Bucky gaped at the pair's retreating backs. Bucky sighed.

"I think I'm in love, Sam."

Sam chuckled, gripping the handle of one cart as Bucky took the other. Taking their spot in line, the men stood in silence until Bucky cleared his throat.

"Sam?"

Sam hummed in response.

"She called us 'idjits'. What the hell does that mean?"

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19mrs-barnes17 · 4 years

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As Long As I Can Get - Chapter One: Barnes

Summary: Bucky has been through so much in his life, but something brings him back home and he’s forced to face his past. [prompt: Small Town Lovers AU]

Part: 1/5

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader [AU]

Warnings: mentions of loss and past trauma

Word count: 3,243

A/N: Alrighty folks, here it is! Part 1!

Welcome to Brightbarrow. Home of small-town comfort and hospitality.

“Home sweet home.” His eyes scanned over the letters like they were those in a chapter of an old book from his childhood. A chapter he had closed and hidden away.

With the sun rising the place looked like a picture-perfect postcard, one he had received at least 3 times over the years. A final deep breath released as he pressed his foot down on the gas.

Crossing the town line the guilt in his heart began to increase its density, tugging him into the depths of the land. It had been 10 or so years since he had lived in Brightbarrow, residing overseas and then in New York. He had almost missed the calm of the rural town, however, the noise of New York did something this town never could. It cleared his mind, put it in focus. Until he began to discover that loss followed him wherever he went and not even the noise of New York could drown it out.

Something in his heart called him back. Back to where it all began. To where he had made the best and worst kind of memories, hoping the comfort would creep back into his soul.

The light began to reflect off the glass of the shops, splashing warm colors across the bricks and the side panels of each storefront. Oranges, reds and yellows melded into golden and rosy colors of the early morning. The beams of light painting the daycare where he learned the alphabet, the bookstore where he had his first kiss, the alleyways he ducked into on the nights he got into fights.

There were so many memories throughout the town, flashes of his youth running wild in his mind as he slowly rolled on by. Images of smiles in his mind and laughter ringing in his ears. His heart softened at the sensation. It was hard to imagine he'd ever want to leave this place. But he had. Desperately.

A picturesque town that had become too suffocating for him to stand. So he walked away, found work in the big apple, and did his best not to look back. He kept himself busy to repress the guilt and avoid the hole that was growing inside of him. Christmas used to be the only time he came back here, and that had been enough. Well, not for him. Or his mother. But enough to keep from losing contact altogether.

It’s still too early for any other cars to be on the road, most shops not opening for a few more hours and yet another set of headlights met his in a quick pass by. The blue Chevy Cruze turned down a side street that led to the highway, someone was leaving town. He only knew one family who left town at this ungodly hour, and he knew the driver of that specific car. It’s a small town, everyone knows everyone here. A blessing and a curse.

“James?” Her eyes were bewildered, her brow knit together in a perplexed manner as she peered at her son from behind the door. “Are you…”

“I’m home Mama. For good.” In a lightning-quick moment, the door was flung open and he was ensnared into his mother’s arms, her hold on him tight as though she feared he’d slip away if given the chance. “Woah, I still need air Mom.”

“Oh you hush now, cooped up in that smoggy city for years with hardly a phone call here and there. I will hug you in the manner I wish and you will deal.” Her voice was firm in its demand, nothing much changed. “Now you come inside, your brothers will bring your things in.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Hardly a thing had changed since he left, the first or second time, each picture frame and piece of furniture was exactly where it had been 10 years ago. It was almost a haunting depiction of the place he knew, a place stuck in time. Ever since his father’s death when he was 13 this place had remained exactly as it was and that didn’t settle well with him.

Only two or three frames where ones he did not recall ever laying eyes on, though his typical visits were not lengthy and he did his best not to pay much attention to the place. They could be old, new, or somewhere in between for all he knew. All but one held a photo he recognized, one held a picture of him in army uniform and the other was an old photo of his father in his navy attire. However, it was the last photo that held his attention because it included a non-family member.

For some reason, he didn’t recall a photo being taken of him at the time, but here it hung upon his mother’s wall. A 12-year-old James Buchanan Barnes with an 11-year-old Y/N Fairfield on his back, his gaze glancing over his shoulder at her features, her dimples indicating that she had been laughing as he paraded her around. Her smile was bright but his was, in a rare moment, equally so. His chest grew tight at the memory of such simpler times, such endless delight and friendship. Times he knew he’d never get back.

“That was one of the last days I saw you smiling so carefree, so light.” His mother’s fingers gently run over the glass covering the photo, her eyes sad and tired. “Come to think of it, it's one of the last times I saw her that happy. One of the last times you asked her over before you closed yourself off.”

“I didn’t mean to.” His mother cupped his cheek in her hand and caressed his cheek, a soft smile tainted by longing stretching across her face.

“I know sweetheart, I miss him every day. But I don’t want you to hide yourself away anymore, no one in this town holds it against you. His death hit this place like a hurricane and we’re still recuperating.” She disappears into the kitchen and he’s left staring at the memories he had fought so hard to ignore. Guilt once more crept into his heart.

That night he missed the muted noise of the city as he tossed and turned restlessly for hours. His mind was crowded with memories and reminders of his past, of his mistakes, and of his greatest regret.

“Not that one Buck, next to it.” His fingers fiddled with the tools before him, eyes searching for the one he needed. As his little hands grabbed ahold of the proper tool he turned to face his instructor whose eyes watched him with a soft pride. His father smiled with a curt nod. “Bring it here buddy. I’ll show you how it works.”

When he reached his father the image moved, the warm tones shifting into cooler ones as the sky lit up with stars. His eyes wandered about as he gawked at the constellations, blissfully unaware of anything else. A set of hands covered his eyes and muttered a guess who, his heart racing at the sound of the voice.

“Daddy!” He turned to hug his father, who had just returned from a trip out of town, holding tightly to his legs.

“Come on buddy, I’ll show you some new ones.” His father lifted him up onto his torso and began to point at different constellations, each came with a story and a name. Most he would later forget but there was one star he never did.

“You see that big star right there?” He nodded, eyes fixated upon the glowing object. “That’s the North Star. I want you to remember something when you look at it…”

A loud clang erupted outside his room startling him to his feet, dressing at a rapid rate to investigate. His baby sister sat in the hall rubbing one of her ankles and muttering to herself in an annoyed tone. He cleared his throat and her eyes snapped up to meet his, a gasp escaping her lips before a smile overtook her features.

“Bucky! I thought Ma was messing with us, but then I saw your car outside. Jake and Nick are already bringing things in, I was on my way to wake you.” Bucky shook his head and smiled at her incredulously.

“Mission accomplished Becca.” She smirked but narrowed her eyes and stuck out her tongue at him. He leaned forward and offered his hand which she reluctantly accepted, picking up the objects that fell from one of the many boxes littering the hall. “These geniuses didn’t think to just place them in my room?”

Becca shrugged before disappearing down the stairs while Bucky began to move box after box alongside the empty wall by his closet. He opened each in search of his clothes before grabbing a clean set and hopping into the shower. Downstairs smelt of bacon and eggs, a lone plate sitting upon the counter wrapped to keep it fresh, a note stuck to the saran wrap.

Enjoy breakfast! Had to open the diner. Love, Mom.

Today he had to find a job, some way to maintain a steady income so he could get out of the house. As much as he loved his mother’s cooking and how nice it would be to wake to this every day, he couldn’t. Every hall, room, and picture frame held a story that reminded him of what he had lost and he wasn’t sure how long he could stomach it.

He left his keys behind, opting to walk the sidewalks instead. The sun warmed his skin, heating him under its blazing focus and forcing him to duck into the nearest place for a drink. The corner store, Oasis, was nearly empty this time of day with only a few stragglers not yet at the diner for breakfast or brunch. He was grateful to be berated by only two or three people throwing out where have you been’s and ‘how’s New York?’.

He eyed store windows for signs, the occasional curious neighbor popping out the door to chat. A few sent him about the town and soon enough word was out that he was in the market for a job. Things always spread like wildfire here, everyone knew about everything before too long. Hilda and Denise were no help in the matter, being the town gossips and all. He knew they were his best shot and yet he still approached the two elderly women with caution.

“James Barnes? Is that you sweet pea? Come give us a hug dear it’s been far too long.” Denise smiled mischievously, a twinkle in her eye.

“Ladies, I’m in need of your expertise.” The two women giggled in response, proclaiming how flattered they were to be sought out. “I am in need of a job.”

“We know handsome, and you’re in luck. I hear that Thomas Geldin is looking for a worker, he’s putting up some new housing down the way.” She’s leaning forward like it's some secret she isn't supposed to know much about. “Lucky for you he’s in your momma’s diner at this very moment.”

“Thank you ladies, your ears are a gift.” They wave him off with tender smiles before turning back to chatting, an occasional glance through the window behind the bench.

He barely makes it through the door before he’s swept aside by his brother, Nick, sitting him at the counter a few stools away from Thomas himself. Nick returns to the register but turns to face Bucky, his features implying that he’s waiting for something.

“What’s with the look, Nick?”

“Why are you back?” Nick’s eyes are locked onto his older brother, Bucky squirming a little under the intensity. “Couldn’t break mom’s heart any longer?”

“I’m sorry, I never meant to. I just couldn’t stay here and I had to get out.” He tried to convey his guilt to his little brother, the regret of leaving them all behind.

“So you’re here to stay?” Nick eyed him warily as he began his routine counter wipe-down. “No running off again when it gets real?”

“No. I’m getting a job and I’m gonna move into one of the open townhouses.” His little brother remains skeptical, but nods. “I swear, I’m not abandoning anyone again.”

“Good.” His brother smiled softly, a pinch of uncertainty hidden in his eyes. “You want anything?”

True to his word he got a job in labor from Thomas Geldin, the pay enough to rely on that he could put a down payment on his new home. His mother insisted he stay for dinner and one last night before his brothers helped him move his things in, the next day. After an exhausting day’s work unloading the boxes that contained his life and beginning on some alterations, Bucky treated his little brothers to pizza and some beer. They sat telling stories of the past year, confiding and binding in ways they hadn’t since they were children. For once, he felt like he had made the right decision.

With his sleep pattern already going to hell, he sat in his window seat, eyes scanning over the vast array of stars splattered across the sky. Finding the North Star once more provided the lifelong comfort his father had given him, the last piece of him he had. The last comfort.

Across the street he noticed a single light flicker on, a figure moving across the room and back again several times before it went dark again. A few minutes later he watched a woman he hadn’t seen in years pile into her car and pull away from the curb and drive off.

Y/N Fairfield lived just across the street from his new home, and the sight of her brought back emotions he’d long forgotten.

Bucky was restless and his first day of work was tomorrow, he needed to tire himself out and so he opted to take a late-night walk around town. The dark shadows on the empty town reminded him of a ghost town. Not a soul was in sight, apart from the wandering man who couldn’t seem to keep himself asleep. He was exhausted physically by the time he returned, his mind still filled to the brim.

Headlights created a glow around him, bouncing off the buildings and almost blinding his vision momentarily. He couldn’t help but glance across the street at her, his eyes watching as she emerged from the vehicle in scrubs looking exhausted. Her eyes flitted up almost as if she could sense his gaze on her, brow knitting at the sight before her. She took a moment to look him over before sending a lazy wave, eyes reflecting the sadness he felt inside as he looked upon her with immense guilt.

He turned away after she entered her building and made his way up to his room where he flopped onto his bed and slowly fell into a decent sleep.

At his lunch break, he wandered back into town, Donny’s Crafty Tools catching his eye, and reminded him of the work he still had to do after his shift. Hilda and Denise chatted him up before letting him enter the shop, the bell ringing as he stepped over the threshold. His eyes fell on the one person in town he kept constant contact with, the only one who knew he was coming home.

“Steve.” His best friend’s back is to him, his focus shattered the moment Bucky’s voice sounds out, turning about and pulling him into a hug.

“It’s good to see you, Buck. Been way too long.” When they parted he motioned toward the pile of envelopes littering his desk.

“Far too long, I’ve missed you too. How have things been?” Steve’s cheeks flush as Bucky picks up a photo from the counter. “Must be pretty good if you got pretty women sending you photos, and I don’t blame ‘em you’ve grown so much since high school.”

Steve was different than he was back then, less antsy to get into fights defending others and trying to do the right thing. He seemed more level-headed, the kind to talk someone down from a fight or inspire them to be better. The skinny little guy who would pounce on a guy harassing a girl had become the man who would inspire strength in those being victimized.

And now? Now he had fallen in love with a woman who could hold her own, nothing but respect for her strength and confidence in her value as a person. This woman had a hand in inspiring him to be a source of inspiration himself.

Bucky had to meet this girl one day and thank her for helping his best friend in realizing what was in him all along, and showing him how to use his influence. That was something Bucky never had the ability to do.

“I met her during a semester abroad, London.”

“Oh yeah? How was art school?” Steve shrugged, nothing too huge about it but now he had the skill to make art people buy on the regular. “What’s her name?”

“Peggy Carter. She works in a British intelligence agency, kind of a total badass.” Bucky watches Steve smile softly at the photo, a longing in his eyes.

“Just your type.” Steve shoved his shoulder and placed the photo on his desk. “Care to help me with some remodeling later?”

“Anytime. Just give me a call.” Bucky gave him a clap on the shoulder before bidding him farewell and making his way to the door. “And Buck?”

“Yeah.” One hand on the door, he turns to look back at Steve whose face turns serious.

“Don’t be a stranger.” Bucky doesn’t need to ask what he means, he knows exactly who Steve is talking about. The missing member of their old trio.

“She’s not going to want to see me after what I did.” Steve’s eyes soften, shaking his head in disagreement.

“You can’t know that. Just promise me if you run into her you’ll try?” Bucky shifts his weight, unsure he could handle that interaction. “For me?”

“I promise.” Exiting the store he waved the ladies goodbye and rushed to the diner for the last 20 minutes of his break, his promise taking over his focus the rest of the day.

How could she ever forgive him for cutting her out of the picture, like an unwanted memory? But he had to do it. There was no other way.

Y/N Fairfield was a different kind of friend than Steve because while Steve had been there since they were babies, Y/N appeared out of nowhere. Steve lost his father before he was born and his mother passed while Bucky was overseas, so they had always had a shared experience and connection.

But Y/N? She was an anomaly in his life, not his friend like Steve because there were few kids in town and they had stuck up for one another. No, she met him by chance, their parents not friends but friendly enough to invite one another to parties out of hospitality. One trip to the diner and they were inseparable, almost as much as he and Steve were.

But he could never get too close, not after the warning he was given. The reminder that echoes in his head from time to time.

You never know, it could be possible.

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pocketfulofrogers · 5 years

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Forever May Be Enough

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: 5 Years after the snap and losing everyone, including the love of your life, you take Scott’s semi crazy sounding plan straight to Tony. Basically bits and pieces of Endgame.

Notes: Endgame spoilers, but in this house we ignore canon. This is my final contribution to @teamcap4bucky summer sun and fun games! I got inspired while reading part 15 of @marvelgirl7 series The Protector. She writes lovely, but heartbreaking stories so in this we have a lot of angst, some Bucky, and a sweet ending.

“It’s not possible.” Tony says simply. “I’m sorry.” He adds quieter. You feel Steve tense, Natasha’ s shoulders fall. You’re almost certain Scott is vibrating.

You however, are frozen. Stuck leaning against the rough grain of a wooden pillar, eyes trained on the lake at the edge of the property. The clear blue burns your throat, turns your stomach inside out. His words swirl around your head and lap at the edges of the last wall of sanity you have left.

It’s the same ones that have haunted you for years. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. They weave their way through your body until you hear them fall from different lips.

Broken consonants and wide blue eyes looking up to you, filled for the first time with true fear. Crumbling fingertips leave ash in the sweat of your cheek as they desperately try to grasp something. Anything. Shaking fingers trail through long hair in an effort to keep him with you and you beg him to hold on just a little longer. You scream for Steve to do something, but you can see in his eyes defeat has already carved its home within him.

“I’m sorry.” Bucky whispers below you.

“Please. Bucky, please.” You beg with a sob, but he disappears anyways. You fold into yourself, howl your grief as you grapple at the empty space before you. Pain sears in your chest and you can taste rust on your tongue. Heaving gasps catch in your throat making you fear you may actually be suffocating. “Make it stop.” You beg.

Steve has to drag you away.

Natasha nudges you and you break from your trance only to see Tony walking away.

“Please.” The word breaks through louder than you intended and wince. “Tony, please.” You add quieter.

“I’m sorry, kiddo.” There are those stupid words again.

He grabs your hand, presses the pad of his thumb into your knuckles, and moves to meet your gaze. When he clocks the cracked skin of your lips, the dark skin seeping beneath your eyes, worry builds in the pit of his stomach.

“Why don’t you stay for a while? Get some fresh air and Pepper can teach you about composting. Would be a great time. Morgan would love it.” Tony offers. When you don’t respond, only look off into the distance past his shoulder seemingly caught in a memory, he looks to Steve. He shrugs a response and slightly shakes his head. They all know you’re not well. You haven’t been for a while, but he’s forgotten how to help you. “We still have a room for you if you change your mind.”

His hand slips from yours and with it, your last piece of hope.

Steve walks to the car with you, his hand on your back. When he opens the door and helps you in, you want to scream at him that you are not fragile, you have not broken, but you can’t form the words.

Bruce turns Scott into a baby, among other things, and you excuse yourself to get some air. You were clinging so desperately to this second chance, but the harder you grasped, the quicker it seemed to slip away. Steve recognizes the look of you teetering on the edge and follows you.

“We’ll figure it out.” He says behind you.

Raking your hands down your face, you turn to him. “I know, I know.” You huff out. “This is just bringing everything back up. I guess you could say I’m not handling that well or whatever.”

“I know it’s hard, Y/N.”

“I just miss him so much.” You whisper.

It’s times like these he wishes Tony came around more often, or that you’d accept the countless offers to stay at the cabin. Time had allowed for apologies, but Steve still carried the guilt from Siberia and your relationship with Tony had forever been tainted after the accords.

Tony doesn’t know if he hates that he made you choose sides or the fact you didn’t choose him more.

Still, he knew you in ways the others couldn’t. Two souls born of similar circumstances; he was always able to read you. He had taken you under his wing after stumbling onto you what felt like almost a lifetime ago. He considered it his job to look after you, never failing to protect you in battle. Despite you arguing you can hold your own.

When Tony pulls up, seemingly answering Steve’s unspoken wishes, his relief is palpable. But when he pulls the shield out of his trunk to return it, your relief sends you flying into his arms.

He stumbles back, slightly caught off guard. “Oh, thank god.” You mumble into his neck.

You travel back in time to New York, get a kick out of seeing a younger Tony again and remind him you are well versed with old man jokes. Steve comments that you sound more like yourself, Tony agrees.

“Hope is a powerful thing, boys.” You smile.

Somehow you manage to hold onto it when Tony tells you they have to try 70s New Jersey for the Tesseract. You try to convince him you should go in his place, beg him to let you do this for him. He smiles softly, shakes his head, and disappears.

You mourn the loss of Natasha. It settles deep in your bones and you wonder if this will be the thing that breaks you. Steve, ever stoic, reminds you of what you’re all fighting for and he sounds so much like her.

Bruce snaps his fingers. There’re several explosions, you’re drowning on the lower level, and then you’re thrown into the next battle for the fate of the world before you’re even able to catch your breath. It’s a scene from your nightmares and so reminiscent of the worst day of your life.

Smoke thick in the air, an outrider pins you down. Its monstrous face snaps at you with rancid breath and you push back as hard as you can. The moment you think this is it, a bullet rips through it spraying blood into the open air.

“Perfect timing.” You mumble as you push the body off you. There’s a chuckle from behind you.

Oh, you know that voice. It whispers to you light as air on your worst days, sings lullabies when you can’t sleep, ghosts its lips down your neck.

“I’m getting pretty good at saving you.” Bucky quips behind you. You don’t want to look, you can’t. Fears that he will only disappear again will not leave you be. He kneels before you, concern creasing his brow. “This isn’t the best place for a break, doll.”

You finally meet his eyes and the air leaves your body. He reaches for you, a ghost manifested, and you flinch away. It couldn’t be, could it? You hover a hand beside his face, graze tentative fingers down his temple and you ache.

“Bucky?” You whisper, broken. You repeat his name again with more weight.

“Unless you know another handsome guy with a metal arm.”

He catches the tears as they fall from your waterline and you lunge for him. Wrap your body around his, bury your head in his chest, breathe him in. It’s sweat and dirt, but it’s him. Truly him. This moment had taunted your dreams for the last five years.

You pull away to take a moment to look at him. Not a day aged, the same soldier you’ve always loved. He gives you a crooked smile and you trace his lip with your thumb.

“We should really get back to it, darlin’.”

You smile at his voice, let his low timber soothe the scars time has left. “Just a moment, please.” He nods. You lean forward, replace your finger with your lips and revel in the taste of home.

“Alright, let’s finish this.”

Pepper clings to you when the doctors say Tony will survive. You hold her and whisper soothing words to hide your own tears. Rhodey takes over for you, ignoring your protests when you tell him you’re fine. The bags beneath your eyes and your bitten down nail beds tell him a different story.

Bucky finds you outside on a nearby bench pulling at the loose strings of your sweater.

“I hear Stark is going to pull through.”

You smile up at him and pull his hand into your lap when he sits beside you. “He’s too stubborn to let death win.” You chuckle.

“Seems that’s something else you learned from him.”

You’re quiet for a beat and he hopes you’ll take this moment to open up to him. You were different, that much was blatantly obvious. You carried yourself stiffer, your tone had become colder. He tried to ask the others, but it had been subtle changes over the years, things they never noticed. Clint even suggests there may have been no change at all.

But he knew better. For you it was five years, but to him it was five hours. He just wanted to help you.

You tilt your head towards him, turn up the corners of your lips. “Good thing, too.” You joke instead.

Steve returns with Natasha. You don’t ask him how, they don’t offer.

Bucky awakens to you grunting in your sleep. Your fists have the sheets gripped in a vice; your knuckles are white. You mumble something he can’t quite make out before screaming yourself awake. He pulls you to him quickly. Slips his hand in your hair while he whispers affirmations that he is okay and you are safe.

He waits until your sobs slow to just a hiccup.

“Talk to me.” He pleads softly.

You push out of his lap. “I’m fine, really. Just a standard superhero nightmare. Run of the mill. Go back to bed, Buck.” You flash him a smile, all tear-stained rosy cheeks and bloodshot eyes, and his heart still flutters.

He watches you get up for water and finds himself about to lay back down. You had gotten so good at disarming him, he almost didn’t catch what you had done.

“No.” He says before you’ve crossed the threshold of your room.

You turn back to him and raise a brow. “Well, I supposed you could stay up? I’m not your mother.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.” He counters.

You advert your eyes and cross your arms before your chest. Bruce had taught him cues to look for when he asked the others for tips. He knew your arms were meant to act as a barrier, which meant he was encroaching on something you didn’t want him near.

He reaches a hand out to you. “Come here.” You don’t budge. “Please.” He adds.

You huff, but walk to take it. He guides you to sit before him, but you’re still unable to meet his eyes.

“You don’t have to tell me everything, or even anything, I just want to help you. Five years is a long time, doll. It couldn’t have been easy to go through.”

You’re quiet, only tracing the metal lines of his hand. He lets you turn his arm over and wordlessly gives you his other when you reach for it. Tony said it was how you grounded yourself. Feeling something on your fingertips allowed you to anchor yourself to something real.

“I’d never tell the others, but I think I gave up for a long time.” You start quietly, keeping your eyes down. “After we killed Thanos and found out the stones were gone. Steve tried so hard, he did, but I think it’s hard to hold someone else together when you yourself are falling apart.” You gnaw on your bottom lip to stop its quivering. “Losing you was the hardest thing I think I’ve ever had to survive.” You barely whisper.

He squeezes your hand in support. “I’m here.”

You clear your throat and swallow down your emotions. “You are.” You marvel. “The whole world said it would never happen, that we needed to just rebuild what we still had.”

“I’m s-“

“Don’t, please. You came back to me and that is all I could have ever asked for. It’s just going to take a minute for me to make peace with the time we lost, but I’m getting there.” You place a hand on his cheek and he leans into your touch. “You just simply being here is more than enough.”

He makes you pancakes in the morning. The smell is what wakes you and you follow it all the way to one of the kitchens of the compound. You find him standing before the stove, back facing you. He’s still in what he wore to bed. Sweats, no shirt. The muscles of his back tightening with his movements distracts you enough that you have to shake your head to clear the number of less than innocent thoughts that come to mind.

“Well isn’t this a treat.” You say from behind him.

He laughs and bows before motioning for you to take a seat. He puts a plate before you, topped exactly how you like it.

“Who went out and got all of this?” You ask.

Bucky licks some whipped cream from his thumb. “Guess Natasha had a sweet tooth.” He shrugs.

You plop a bite into your mouth. “What’s the occasion?”

“It’s been a while, Tony’s on the mend, Steve’s still set on retiring for now, and the others are laying low. We have to decide what we’re going to do.”

You hum and raise a brow. “Awful big decision for first thing in the morning, my love.”

He nods in agreement. “Still a decision to be made, though.” He takes advantage of you full mouth. “We could stay here, run some trainings, monitor some missions with the new head of SHIELD. I think we’ve earned a break from saving the world for a bit.”

“Or?” You prompt, sensing the word on the tip of his tongue.

“We trade this life for one of our own. A house, a yard,” He lists. “Kids.” He adds quieter.

Your eyes widen. An awfully big discussion for first thing in the morning indeed, but clearly something that’s been on his mind.

“It’s just something to think about, but there is a question that needs answering. What do we do now?” He asks you.

You swallow the last of your breakfast and smile, commit the image of him hopeful and buzzing before you to memory. “Well, we have forever, don’t we? Let’s figure it out tomorrow.”

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angelicthor · 5 years

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not in that way

in the lonely hour: part 2

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: Bucky Barnes has spent his whole life waiting for you but after the fall and his time with HYDRA, he thought his chance of finding you was over. But after joining the Avengers and meeting you - the girl he’d been waiting his whole life for - Bucky starts to question if he really can get his happily-ever-after, or if it really is too late.

warnings/genre: angst

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I’d never ask you ‘Cause deep down I’m certain I know what you’d say You’d say I’m sorry Believe me I love you But not in that way

Ever since you walked back into the tower Bucky had been following you around like a love-sick puppy, unable to tear himself away from you - not that he wanted to. He recalled when you first met, him walking straight over to you to introduce himself, his heart in his mouth as you turned those gorgeous eyes on him, his words stuck in his throat as he choked on them, completely captivated by the very real you standing in front of him. He had waited so long to find you and here you were, right in front of him, breathing the same air he was and Bucky just froze.

It wasn’t until Steve slapped his hand on Bucky’s back that he snapped out of his stupor, his cheeks tinted a rosy red as he realised he’d been shamelessly gaping at you, your eyebrow quirked in question as to why this complete stranger was doing nothing but staring at you wide eyed and mouth hanging open comically. The small upturn at the corners of your lips, however, told him you weren’t offended and your eyes were bright with mirth, practically glittering with humour and Bucky realised he’d never seen anyone with eyes quite like yours before.

Sure, lots of people had your colour but there was a life so visible in yours that couldn’t be found in anyone else’s, as if your soul was seeping through just for him to see. And then you giggled and Bucky was lost; his body a juxtaposition of bone-racking nerves and serene calm, his stomach turning and twisting whilst his heart beat slowed to the lowest it had ever been since before the war and Bucky quickly realised that he’d never felt like this before.

He didn’t think it was possible to feel like this, maybe he was the only man on the face of the earth to be lucky enough to feel this. And then it hit him: he felt lucky. A feeling he’d never thought would enter his head again since HYDRA and yet here he was, contemplating how he must the luckiest man on the entire planet because you were actually standing in front of him and giggling.

“I’m Y/N, you must be Bucky? Steve’s told me a lot about you, I’m so glad we finally get to meet,” Your voice was warm, so inviting and safe and Bucky wanted nothing more than to listen to you tell him about your day or what you needed to get from the store, he wanted to hear you tell him everything was going to be alright after one of his nightmares and that you’d be with him no matter what.

Your hand reached out for his, slender fingers wrapping around his scared skin and your touch alone sent electricity shooting through every nerve in his body, accumulating at his heart where the sparks dwindled down to a soothing warmth. The sensation shocked Bucky so much he had to double check it wasn’t his cybernetic arm she was holding and that he wasn’t actually being electrocuted where he stood by a malfunction with the wiring.

“Hi, y-yeah I’m Bucky, it’s nice to meet you too.” He stumbled on his words like it was the first time he’d spoken in years but all his embarrassment was soon forgotten when you gave him the most breath-taking smile he had ever seen and he decided right then and there that it was his favourite thing in the whole world.

That slight meeting was all the conformation Bucky needed to know in the deepest depth of his heart that you were the one he had been waiting for his whole life. And that terrified him. He wasn’t the same man from the 40’s anymore; large, unfamiliar crowds made him unbelievably nervous now, a peaceful night’s sleep was a blessing, there was blood on his hands that could never be cleaned off – what the hell would you ever want to do with him?

The next morning you unintentionally showed Bucky exactly how wrong he was; as he was eating his breakfast alone in the kitchen, you plopped down into the seat next to him cradling your head in your hand as your eyes danced across his face. Bucky tensed under your unwavering stare, glancing at you from the corner of his eye before turning towards you with a raised brow.

“Uh, hi?”

A grin broke out on your face as Bucky spoke, “Hi.”

“Can I help you with something?” Bucky questioned, so unsure of himself and where the hell this was leading.

“Actually - yes, you can,” A flash of nervousness ran through Bucky but he nodded, silently telling you to continue, “So, Steve told me you’ve been missing out on life for the last 70 years and that means that you haven’t seen F.R.I.E.N.D.S, right?”

“Uh – no…”

Bucky panicked for a moment, what exactly had Steve told you about him? That panic soon melted away when you reached out to lightly squeeze his arm reassuringly, a warm smile crossing your lips.

“Don’t worry Bucky, he didn’t give me any details, if you want me to know you’ll tell me when you’re ready.”

Bucky shot you a small smile, the both of you simply getting lost in the easy stillness that settled over you, it was a surprise to Bucky how comfortable he felt with you so soon after meeting, it normally took some time for him to find a comfortable ease around people he didn’t know, yet here you were.

“Anyway, get your ass up and in the theatre room in 5 Buck-boy, we got ten seasons we have to get through – God you’re so behind old man,” And just like that she was up and leaving the room, muttering under her breath about just how much she had to catch him up on. Bucky watched after her retreating form stunned, eyes lingering where she had disappeared through the door not seconds before.

“Barnes! Come on, haul ass - you’re gonna miss it!” Your voice rang out from the other room spooking the captivated super solider and Bucky jumped up to go join you.

Ever since that moment you were inseparable from each other, forming a connection with you that Bucky had never felt with another person before and he only hoped beyond hope that you felt a fraction for him what he felt for you. It started off light; you would help him catch up on everything he missed – starting with F.R.I.E.N.D.S that you quickly binged watched together – and everything else that you deemed unmissable. Bucky was willing to watch, listen, read anything you gave him: anything to get to spend more time with you, he was quick becoming addicted with your very presence and he’d do anything to get his fix.

One night as the ending credits rolled on The Matrix, Bucky turned to you, looking the most vulnerable you had ever seen. You knew Bucky had his good and bad days but you never knew why; of course, you never pressured him into telling you anything, only offering support to him when you could, but the misery in his eyes compelled you to ask him what was wrong.

“Buck, what’s going on?” You reached out to gently grasp his hand with yours, entwining your fingers and giving him a reassuring squeeze.

“Y/N… I’ve killed people,” His raspy voice and tear-filled eyes told you there was more to that statement than he was letting on.

You shifted slightly closer to him on the sofa, even after all the time you two spent together Bucky kept an amicable distance between the two of you but right now you needed to comfort him, “Talk to me Bucky, tell me what happened.”

And so, he did. Bucky told you everything, every single thing he could remember; he told you about the war and what he did as the sniper of the commandos, of the guilt that stirred in him and of the monster war made of men. He told you about the train and how goddamn terrified he was when he felt that bar come loose. He told you about HYDRA and their torture and mind games and missions. He told you how he couldn’t even remember himself anymore but he could remember the face of every single life he took, he told you how they haunted him at night, plaguing his dreams until he woke in a cold sweat. He told you how he was worse than a monster, less than human, soulless and damaged beyond repair. He told you how selfish he was for putting this on you. He told you things he hadn’t even told Steve.

He didn’t tell you how he dreamed of you since before you were even born. He didn’t tell you how he knew you were made for him. He didn’t tell you how the thought of you alone was what made him pull through every dark moment he ever had and ever will. Because if Bucky was being honest with himself, part of him hated that you were in front of him, that you had to see him like this and not the man he was before the wrath of war and suffering of HYDRA broke him apart and moulded him into something new. Maybe once upon a time he was the kind of man that would have been able to be worthy of you, but now he was just a distorted shadow of his former self, a ghost of what once was and if Bucky knew one thing it was that you were worth more than that.

You two stayed up for hours that night as Bucky unleashed every detail upon you, everything Bucky had told you left you in a state of shock, your chest feeling like it was being compressed by a heavy weight as you heard of all the things this poor, beautiful man had been put through, of the guilt that ate at him even though he wasn’t given a choice. He was robbed of himself and yet he still believed the blame was on him. You tried to wipe the tears away without Bucky knowing but of course his keen eyes caught the movement, his fingers gently wiping the tears from your cheeks as he gave you a watery smile.

Your thumb ran circles on the back of his hand reassuringly, as you tried to prevent the wavering of your voice, “Bucky, what happened is… well, it’s horrendous. I can’t even begin to imagine knowing what it must have been like but you must understand that you are the victim here. Every time they made you take a life, they took two victims – you’re one too. The more you blame yourself for what they did to you, what they made you do, the more HYDRA gets away with it. They have to be held responsible for what they did to you Buck.”

Bucky couldn’t believe what he was hearing, you didn’t blame him, he told you everything that happened, every single detail and you were still accepting him. You both sat there in silence, no more words needed that night, your hand still intertwined with Bucky’s.

“Buck, you know if you ever need anyone, I’m right here, right?”

He did know. And it amazed him.

Ever since that night your friendship with Bucky completely evolved, your connection to each other was deeper and the emotional trust building between you was unparalleled to anything you’d ever shared with another person. Whenever Bucky had a nightmare he sought you out for comfort, you were able to read his moods better than anyone and you knew when something seemingly mundane was becoming too much for him. But this wasn’t just one way; Bucky knew when your day was just getting to much for you, he knew when you needed to just sit in the quiet away from everyone else, and he knew when you just needed to be held, feeling safe in his arms away from the chaos of everything.

What Bucky also knew was that he was irrevocably in love with you. Unfortunately for him he wasn’t the only one to notice.

“So, when exactly are you going to tell Y/N how you feel?”

Bucky nearly choked on his coffee, sputtering as he stared at Steve like a deer caught in headlights. He tried to cover his astound with his coughing fit, beating his fist against his chest for good measure but the pointed stare he got from Steve told him he was fooling no one.

With a reluctant sigh, he hung his head, knowing there was no point lying to Steve – especially Steve – when he thought he was on to something he was like a dog with a bone, he refused to give up until he got the answers he wanted. “That obvious, huh?”

“Yep.” Steve popped the p – to piss Bucky off or to emphasise how damn obvious he had been, Bucky wasn’t sure.

“I can’t tell her Steve,” Bucky sighed out before hastily continuing, “And neither can you!”

If Steve Rogers like to do one thing it was meddle and Bucky was going to make damn sure he left his feelings for Y/N well alone.

“I don’t understand why you can’t-”

“Because Steve I know what she’d say; she’d tell him I’m one of her best friends and I mean a lot to her. Hell, she’d probably tell me she loves me, just not in that way. I mean, how could she? As much as she tries to help me it doesn’t replace what I am, I’m still so fucking broken and she sees the worst of that. Sure, she’s my friend – an incredible friend - but she would never want to be with me that way: she’d have to be crazy to want that.”

“Buck, I-”

“No Steve. I need her in my life, if we stay the rest of our lives as nothing more than friends then I’m still one of the luckiest people in the world.”

Steve gaped up at Bucky, he’d never seen him so raw before and his heart shattered as he heard his best friend put himself down so harshly, put his happiness aside because he thought you deserved more than him.

“Remember when we were kids in Brooklyn, I’d drag you ‘round every dance hall I could to try and find that one girl I was convinced was made for me?”

Steve could only nod mutely.

“Well, I finally found her Stevie.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes angst #angelicthorwrites

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 5 years

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When a God Finds a Girl (part 10)

A/N: SMUT. Smutty Smut. 18+ We go from Slow burn to inferno real quick so... you were warned.

The others just let the two of you sleep, staying quiet inside and keeping the party outside by the lake. You both looked tired and not the “staying up all night fucking,” tired that would have made them feel more inclined to wake you up. Besides, It’s sweet. Thor has you pinned against him, your long damp hair wrapped around his fingers, holding your head to his heart. The way you’re tangled up is innocent and comfortable. Something they know you’ve been in desperate need of since yesterday morning. So they let it go. Even Sam can’t grumble too much, at least Thor doesn’t have a handful of your ass or something.

It’s afternoon and the two of you finally stir, you because Traeger pushes a cold wet nose into the exposed small of your back and Thor because Traeger is eye level with him panting. You stir making soft kitten-like sounds and Thor chuckles, patting the dog’s head, “Couldn’t let me keep her to myself, could you?” he rumbled fondly, kissing your head as you set up slowly, rubbing your eyes. Traeger ruffs softly and plonks his head in your lap and you scratch it absently while getting your bearings. Thor feels like he can’t breathe for a moment. You look enchanting. A goddess, a forest nymph, someone he couldn’t dream up if he tried. Your hair has dried into a fluffy, wild mass. Your lips and cheeks are rosy. And your sleepy eyes are making him think of what you’d look like, satiated and looking up at him for goodnight kisses after he’s loved you. And you don’t even know how much he wants you. Thor silently decides that he better step up his efforts. You don’t seem to know how precious you are and that’s a crime against the gods. “Thank you,” you say softly when you can string the words together. Thor hummed, “For what, pet?” he asked. “For letting me sleep on you.” Thor sat up and kissed your cheek, “I should be thanking you,” he murmured, “I got to sleep for hours holding you and feeling all your beautiful curves pressed against me.”

Your cheeks color and Thor chuckles, kissing your cheek again. “It was truly the best nap I have ever had,” he insisted, “not that I wouldn’t love to do it again after some slightly... less chaste circumstances.” You look at him slowly. You knew Thor liked you but he’d never been so forward. You bite your lip and smile a little. Thor feels his own heart flutter but you’ve gotten off the couch before he can tease out the meaning of the look you just gave him. Thor follows you, still shirtless and sweats slung low on his hips. Natasha and Bucky are teasing you gently but no one is actually irritated. Sam actually looks a little relieved that you look better. Not 100% but better. You’re wearing a tank top and some short shorts. Things that aren’t really “decent” to wear in public but still cover most of your body compared to your bikini. Thor now that he’s awake appreciates the effect of the shorts, he could admire that view for hours but averts his eyes making a mental note to have you put them back on when you’re alone. He wraps his arms around you from behind, a small possessive gesture and kisses your head.

You lean back into him almost without thinking, it had been nice all the times he held you. This is no different. It just feels so warm and safe that you don’t even mind his light possessiveness. Without really trying he’s soothing places in your soul that you didn’t know needed to be soothed. You wonder what it would be like, calling him your own. If he’d really want you after he’d seen all the exciting ways you could try and lose your mind.

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It’s the last night at the lake and everyone turns in early once the house is mostly tidied up and the fridges and cupboards are cleared. You and Nat giggle and gossip about the boys, falling asleep holding hands. In a way, you both decided you needed a friend and so you just adopted each other. The spy is thankful. Her world is awash with men and sometimes a little girl talk is good for the soul. Thor is up early. He makes you coffee and waits patiently for you to come out of your bedroom. Your bag is packed and on your shoulder to be put in the jeep. Thor kisses you good morning making you blush, and hands you your coffee, taking your bag to go put it in the car. “You’re not even dating her and she’s got you trained,” Bucky teased from the porch with his own mug. Thor grinned, “She’s hosted us in her home for 5 whole days,” he said, “the least I can do is carry her bag.” Bucky snorted, “You say that until you’re tied to her bed and calling her daddy.” Thor pauses, “Is that not supposed to do something for me?” he asked, “Y/N could do whatever she liked to me but I’m pretty sure her tastes are probably not as exotic.” Bucky laughed, “I hate trying to joke with you sometimes. None of the dirty jokes ever phase you.” Steve kisses his cheek, “1500-year-old demigod, Buck.” Steve reminded him, “He’s probably been around a few blocks. A few times.”

The boys quiet at the sound of your footsteps and you walk by them, cheeks burning, and studiously not looking at any of them. You’ve done your fair share of ho-ing around, especially when you were high all the time but hearing it talked about so casually was uncomfortable. Traeger is oblivious and pulls you ahead, eager to run, so you follow, leaving them all in the dust. “Well now I feel like a dick,” Bucky said. “You should,” Natasha said, smacking the back of his head. She trots after you, smacking Thor on the arm on the way, catching up to you easily. While the two of you are gone, Sam presses them into service to help him get the house cleaned and locked down properly. He knows that those idiots have just been offensive somehow but he assumes you can handle it. When you return, Everyone is waiting outside having one last beer, “It’s 10am Sam,” you say laughing. “Yeah, but we runnin’ on lake time still. It’s always beer thirty on lake time,” he answers. You roll your eyes and Bucky hands you a beer in silent apology. You take it and gently punch his flesh arm, “I could take you if I had to,” you warn playfully, making him laugh. “I don’t doubt it.” You all finish your drinks and throw the bottles in the recyclables bag with the other sundry cans and bottles and Everyone gets into their respective vehicle, Thor swings himself into your jeep and you put Traeger in the back seat. Once you roll down the driveway, the others follow.

Thor kisses your hand and laces your fingers together as you put your shades on against the sun. A warmth settles in his chest and he decides to take a plunge, “Y/N?” he asks, “Would you mind if I stayed the night with you tonight?” You look at Thor and smirk, “Well, I guess I don’t exactly have to go to work tomorrow,” you say, “And my apartment will be a little lonely.” Thor grinned and settled back in his seat. He liked it when you flirted with him. He also liked the thought of you wrapped around him whispering his name like a prayer as he made you come apart.

The others head back to the compound without even wondering where Thor was going. The God of Thunder clearly had more on his mind than unpacking his bags and getting settled in. Sam tried very hard not to think about it. It was clear Thor was going to pursue you now whether Sam liked it or not. He just hoped the God knew what he was doing. He really didn’t want to have to kill him when he broke your heart.

Thor enjoys the ride back to the city. He listens to you sing, he even sings along if he knows the words. One of his massive hands rests on your thigh and the other is behind his head. He looks so lazy and content that your heart does little backflips every time you look at him. When you pull up in front of your building, Thor helps you with the bags so you can manage Traeger up the steps but, any pretense at being a gentleman stops the moment the door closes and the dog is off his leash. He pulls you against him and claims your lips in a hot hungry kiss that makes you moan softly. The god chuckles as your hands fumble for the hem of his shirt and he practically rips it in his haste to pull it off himself. He kisses you again and his hands find your ass to lift you up so he can set you on the nearest flat surface that happens to be your kitchen table. You wrap your legs around him and toy with the waistband of his jeans teasingly sneaking a hand down to caress his growing bulge. Thor groans and nips your throat, “So eager for me,” he teases, feathering ticklish kisses over your throat and collar bones before easily stripping you out of your tank top and bra to free your breasts. The sight of them bare makes him gasp softly. They’re more beautiful than he dreamed of and he wastes no time lavishing kisses and nibbles on them and singing their praises. Heat pools between your thighs as he takes his time exploring you. By the time he removes your shorts, he can hardly contain himself. He feels like an inexperienced youth again and his hands are trembling as he slides a finger into your wet folds, “Very eager for me,” he pants, touching you lightly. You’re beautifully responsive for him and he loves the way you sigh and shudder when he touches you so intimately. “Take me to bed?” you ask softly, “Please, Thor?” Thor closes his eyes. The way you say his name in the heat of your passion makes his knees quake. It’s like a jolt of lightning to his prick and he throbs for you. He has no choice but to comply, sweeping you into his arms and following your whispered instructions to your bed.

Thor sets you gently on the bed and you waste no time in getting him out of his jeans as he toes off his sandals. When his dripping cock springs free at last he sighs in relief as the pressure from his jeans eases. You look up at him, heat in your eyes and slowly, teasingly lick up the underside of his thick shaft while gazing into his eyes. Thor groans half in agony half in bliss and silently begs for you to do that again, but you don’t. You lap at his cock head, little kittenish licks and grin at him when he makes a choking sound, “Let me ride you?” you ask, “If I don’t get you inside me soon it might kill me.” Thor laughs, a hearty belly laugh and traces your lip with his thumb, “I can’t have that,” he said, voice husky, “To let such a beauty go to waste is a crime against the gods.” He lays down on the bed with another groan and you straddle his hips, positioning yourself over him. Thor kneads your hips gently, helping you ease yourself on to him and you moan softly as you take all of him in. Thor is still, letting you adjust but he wants to rut into you so badly it hurts. “So tight for me,” he gasped. You grin at him, starting to move slowly, “You’re just huge.” He pinches your hip making you yelp and brings the other hand around to caress the little bundle of nerves he knows will make you come apart. You sigh, moving a little faster as you get used to the feel of him inside you. You ride him like your life depends on it, desperate to feel him come for you, desperate to come for him. It’s better than ecstasy. Just Thor’s gaze on you, growling about how pretty your tits look bouncing as you ride him. The sound of him growling like a beast as he drives you to orgasm on his prick, your slick juices all over his cock and his fingers. You’re burning so hot for him that you feel like you’re going to burst into flames. Thor does come with a howl and his grip on your hips is going to leave you sore but you don’t care. You ride him through his climax, milking him for every drop. And when he pulls you to his chest to hold you, you go, panting and sweating, trembling.

Thor flips you underneath him like you weigh nothing and gently disengages from you, lavishing kisses on your belly and breasts as he parts your thighs again. The god of Thunder is not done making you come apart. He won’t be satisfied until you’re so sleepy and satiated that his kiss can’t stoke any more fire in you. You laugh softly, “Thor,” you start, but the laugh turns into a wanton moan as his tongue finds your clit. He can taste you and himself as he laps at you greedily. You’re overstimulated but god, god does it feel good. His clever tongue soothes the start of an ache where his cock was almost too much for you and you tumble into orgasm, again, and again, and then again, until you lose count. They come so quickly and the God offers you no quarter. He laps at you, hungry for you, as if he’d never tasted anything so sweet. When he finally does stop, you’re a limp, boneless, panting mess. When he pulls you into his arms, you go willingly. “Thor,” you whisper. And your lover only hushes you with a kiss, humming softly to lure you into rest, hoping to keep the quiet of the night ahead from making you feel like using.

Tags: @lancsnerd @amalthea9 @fatheadtheroger

#thor x reader #Smut #fluff

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catholicdaredevil · 6 years

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La Vie En Rose

Hey friends, it’s Ezra here. I know I’ve been AWOL for a while and unfortunately that’s not entirely over yet. Hopefully within the nest couple weeks I can be more active and finally fill some requests I have. However my INBOX is still open for requests for the time being! So go ahead and send any in! Without further ado, please enjoy! Also ps sorry if this is formatted weird my computer is shit.

Pair: bucky barnes x gender neutral reader

My prompt for @barnesrogersvstheworld kiss writing challenge: You’re the only real thing I’ve ever touched.

Words: a short lil 1.1k

Warnings: None just some good ole fluffy fluff

La vie en rose literally translates to Life in pink. However, it would be better translated to life through rosy (pink) glasses. The idea is to depict a state where everything appears rosy and cheerful to you. It's about a state of bliss when everything around you is a source of joy.

The first time you kissed Bucky Barnes was magical, truly. As you stood underneath the twinkling of the gorgeous combination of fairy lights and the stars, with the leaves rustling in the trees from the wind that blew by, it felt like a fairytale, a feeling only increased with your company; his brown eyes that seemed to melt when they looked at you, and the way he kept nervously brushing the hair from his face behind his ear just for it to fall forward again.

This was the Bucky you had fallen in love with, Bucky who was soft, kind and generous. Bucky who would go above and beyond any expectation just to make you smile or laugh just once. Bucky who set up the most romantic picnic of your life just inside the woods near The Avengers compound. A blanket laid out on the grass, and sandwiches, grapes, and wine; little jars with fake candles inside and, of course, the fairy lights he had forced Sam to help him hang up.

As Bucky led you by the hand out of the building and off into the lit up distance it felt like a dream. You could tell your cheeks were heating up and tears welled up in your eyes and you froze, pulling you both to a stop.

“Buck what is this?” He turned to meet your gaze and you felt the first tear roll its way down your face. Bucky was so quick to lift his right hand up and brush it away before cupping your cheek gently.

“This, doll, is what I’ve been planning and talking to Sam and Steve about for weeks. This is a date you deserve,” he spoke so softly like there was nothing in the world but you and sheepishly added. “This is what took so long.”

You giggled quietly through the tears remembering all too clearly when nearly a month ago Bucky had asked you out vaguely.

“Y/N would you wanna go on a date sometime?” You nearly dropped the coffee mug in your hands as you processed what was surely the most surprising thing Bucky had ever said to you.

“Yes, absolutely.” Your voice came out choked off as a whisper and you cleared your throat and blushed but Bucky simply nodded to himself, walked out of the room and, to your dismay, never mentioned it again.

This is how you ended up smiling and giggling in the woods as you tossed grapes at Bucky who was laughing boisterously and catching most of the grapes thrown his way.

“Geez, Y/N for an Avenger you can’t fucking throw.” He teased as yet another grape went whizzing past his face, his cheeks flushed and there was a golden glow surrounding him.

“I can throw a punch okay just not a grape,” you cackled and Bucky lit up like a Christmas tree at the sight. He rifled through the picnic basket and grabbed a remote, turning on music from who knows where.

Quand il me prend dans ses bras. Qu'il me parle tout bas. Je vois la vie en rose.

As ukulele filled the air, his metal hand outstretched to you sitting on the blanket and you took it gently and he pulled you to your feet into his arms.

Il me dit des mots d'amour. Des mots de tous les jours. Et ça m'fait quelque chose.

Bucky twirled you in circles, leading you on some dance you had no idea how to do; but with your head resting on his chest and your hands in his you felt at peace. His chest vibrated against you as he hummed along to the song, playing just loud enough for you to hear.

Il est entré dans mon cœur. Une part de bonheur. Dont je connais la cause.

“Y/N?” You lift your head to meet his eyes and your stomach flips at the love behind them.

“Yeah Buck,” you had just gotten the blush in your cheeks to relax and here it was again painting across your face so lightly.

C'est lui pour moi. Moi pour lui. Dans la vie. Il me l'a dit. L'a juré, pour la vie. Et dès que je l’aperçois.

His smile was so wide you thought his face might split and he carded a hand through your hair. Pausing to take in the entire moment so he could lock it away to remember later.

Alors je sens en moi. Mon cœur qui bat.

“Thank you so much for doing this.”

“Ha-ha, wait really? Bucky I didn’t do this you did, I just-- showed up.” You pulled from Bucky to wave your arms wildly at the scene before you both.

Hold me close and hold me fast. The magic spell you cast. This is La Vie En Rose.

“Still,” he whispered and snaked his arms back around your waist to pull you against him and once more you swayed in the dark as the music played. He spun you and giggling you held your arm out dramatically and on being pulled back into him, he caught you and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was soft and firm and you sighed into him and pressed up against his chest on your tiptoes just to keep the kiss going.

When you kiss me heaven sighs. And though I close my eyes. I see La Vie En Rose.

For what you wished was the final time that night Bucky pulled away just inches from you and his hand that had cupped your face shifted. As his thumb ran across your bottom lip he smiled fondly and spoke.

When you press me to your heart. I'm in a world apart. A world where roses bloom.

“You’re the only real thing I’ve ever touched.” Goosebumps covered your skin and your heart jumped and you leaned into connect your lips once more. You danced and kissed for what felt like hours and you could swear there was no sweeter, safer place to be than in Bucky’s arms. In the forest, surrounded by twinkling lights and misthrown grapes.

And when you speak. Angels sing from above.

Everyday words seem. To turn into love songs.

Give your heart and soul to me. And life will always be. La Vie En Rose.

Tags: @hootyhoobuckaroo @tropicalcap @tokoyamisstuff @vinyloider @5aftermidnight @spiider--boy @toficsandbeyond

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thank-you-for-the-vampire-money · 6 years

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DESPERATE PRAYERS

This is for @caplansteverogers writing disney challenge! <3 I am SO EXCITED!

A/N: I got inspired! My prompt was the song “GOD help the outcasts” From Hunchback of Notre Dame

Preserum!Steve x plussize!reader

Word count: 1316

Summary: With the recent death of his mother, Steve feels so alone. He desperately prays for someone to understand and love him like his mother did.

Warnings: this whole thing deals with Christianity and Catholicism, if you have a problem with that this is no the fic for you. Death, sadness, description of chronic and mental illness, suicidal thoughts and depression, fucked up society. Again, it’s dark, guys.

(GIFs not mine)

The sound of the alarm clock went off, nearly giving Steve a heart attack. Almost in a literal sense. Steve groaned, trying to get up, but fuck his back hurt so badly! Steve loved sleeping. It was the closest to death he could get. But once he woke up, he hated it. His back would ache, making it hard to breathe, sometimes it would get so bad, the first thing he would do in the morning, was try and stop his asthma attack. For once, he was lucky and didn’t have to struggle to stay alive that morning.

“c’mon , punk, we both gotta get up,” Bucky yawned, chucking a pillow at Steve’s face

“If you care to remember, Buck, I don’t have a job,” he huffed, trying his best to stretch

“Yeah, but it’s Sunday, I’ve got errands to run and you’ve got 8am Mass,” Buck reminded, grabbing his towel to go shower, “and I found your Rosary! You left it on the porch,”

A wave of relief washed over Steve as he heard that. He had a panic attack the other day when he couldn’t find it, nearly landed him in the hospital… again. His mother had given that to him for his 18th birthday a couple months ago. She had it specially made for him. It was the most precious and prized possession he had… the only he had left of his mother other than a few pictures.

Sarah also gave Steve her wedding ring, in hopes that he could give it to the love of his life. He scoffed at the idea of someone loving him enough to marry him.

Steve walked down the street, pulling his hat down father over his ears and his scarf over his nose. Why did New York have to be so fucking cold?!

He did his best to ignore all the hateful posters hung around the streets. For the most part, he was able to ignore the stupid sterilization and euthanasia posters, but there was one, hung in the window of the building right across his church.

Some people were born to be a burden to others

That one always hurt him. Maybe it wasn’t something he could fix, or work himself out of… maybe he truly was just a burden.

He was always causing his mother stress; she worked all day then had to take care of him all night. And there was Buck… Bucky was always getting him out of trouble, making him work all day, taking up his time, resources… Buck can’t even go out a full night with him there.

Steve knelt at the altar, clutching his Rosary in his fists, his knuckles turning white. He recited the prayers he had so diligently emerized, tears running down his face. Very rarely had he ever prayed so hard. He had only ever done this when he first found out about why his father was no longer with him, when he met Bucky, and when his mother had died...

“Lead all s-souls.. I-into… into hea-heaven… especial-ly tho-ose who nee-ed thy m-mercy..” Steve quivered, one word away from breaking down. Holding back his heaving tears was irritating his lungs and the bad feeling in his heart made his chest hurt. Keeling made his back hurt and his nerves were getting to him as his hands shook.

With a loud cry of hurt, he fell to his face in reverence. “Please, I know you’re up there and I hope you’ll listen to someone like me…” Steve cried, his face turning red as he started hiccuping and wheezing. “I’ve been told my whole life I was worthless, that I should kill myself… Ever since I was barely in kindergarten I was told that. My mother was told to get rid of me, to abandon me and live her life… But she never did.

“She was the only one who loved me and she told me you loved me too… so I’m begging you, please… please please please… I just need someone like her in my life again… someone who will love and understand me…”.

Steve was sobbing and crying to hard he had given himself an asthma attack. He was gasping and gagging, but nothing was entering his lungs. He panicked, dropping his Rosary to frantically search through his pockets for one of his special cigarettes. He found one, but- “SHIT!” he gasped, finding that he had left his lighter back at the apartment.

After a minute, he began to feel faint, lying down on the floor as he accepted his doom. His already horrible vision went dark as he felt himself slipping. He reached over, he was going to die, he was going to die holding the memory of his mother. He couldn’t even feel his fingers (not that he could in any other circumstance), let alone the beads.

“C’mon, c’mon…” a soft, muffled voice called, sitting him up and placing the cigarette by his lips. Was this an angel? Was he gonna wake up dead?

The soft glow of a lighter caught his attention as the cigarette was being lit for him. He exhaled whatever little air was in his lungs, took the deepest breath he could. He held it for a few seconds until his vision cleared… sort of. Then he exhaled through his nose.

Well… he wasn’t dead… he wasn’t sure if he was thankful or upset about that.

“Are you okay?” the lady who helped him asked.

Well he may not have died, but he was definitely saved by an angel. She was tall, her figure full, bigger than other girls. But her smile accentuated by rosy, round cheeks, was much kinder than those other girls’ too. Her hands were careful and gentle as they touched him, holding his hand gently as he tried to get his breathing right.

He nodded softly, taking another breath from the cigarette. “You saved my life…” he gasped, his face flushing. He wasn’t sure if he was turning red because of the pretty girl who was willing to save his life… or the fact that he just went two minutes without oxygen.

“Yeah?” she hummed, “why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, I mean… I would figure no one would want to save save a crazy asthmatic,” he sniffed, wiping the tear stains off his cheeks, “it would be one less flaw in the gene pool,”

“Maybe someone would want to save a crazy asthmatic… if they were one too,” she smiled, helping sit up against the wall to support his back.

“Y-you’re… you’re asthmatic too?” he asked, looking up at her

She nodded with a kind smile on her face. “And even if I wasn’t, I would still save you; you’re a human being with worth,” she said, standing up to get the Rosary he had dropped.

“I’m not worth anything…” he sighed, pulling his knees to his chest, starting to cry again.

“DON’T SAY THAT!” she shouted at him, “you are a living, breathing human being, with a heart and soul… you are priceless,”.

“How can you say that, you don’t even know me,” he countered, looking up at her. He almost felt angry. Was thing some cruel joke? Was she going to make a sick punchline about this?

“I don’t have to know you. I can love a human for who they are…” she said, sitting back down with him. “I’m (Y/N), by the way,” she smiled, holding out her hand.

“Steven,” Steve smiled back, wiping away his last tear as he shook her outstretched hands.

“Oof! You’re hands are cold!” (Y/N) giggled

“Sorry… there always like that,” Steve blushed in embarrassment.

“If you’re hands are this cold, you must be miserable out in the November air,” she hummed, seeing the snow build up on the stained glass windows, “do you want me to walk you home?”

Steve smiled brightly. “Yeah… yeah, I’d love that,”

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cuddlycap · 7 years

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Marvel Preference: (Inspired By) Holiday Songs

A/N: What would the holidays be without cheesy little blurbs and our favorite heroes? Hope you guys like! Merry Christmas! (these are so cheesy and bad WOW but it’s all in light fun) Requests are open!

Wanda

“Sleigh Ride”

“Our cheeks are nice and rosy and comfy cozy are we

We’re snuggled up together like two birds of a feather would be.”

Wanda was looking around the two of you at the New York scenery, her cheeks quickly growing rosier by the second, her laughter decorating the air.

“Oh, Y/N, this is amazing! Is this a common activity here around Christmas, like ice skating?”

“Not exactly.” Wanda frowned at you.

“It’s not?”

“I mean, I suppose it used to be? Now? Not so much. But I really wanted to make sure you didn’t miss out on anything special this season.” Wanda blinked, her eyes wide.

“Why is that?” You smiled, draping your arm over her shoulder and pulling her closer.

“Because you’re special.” You tapped her nose as you spoke, making her laugh, and consequently making you laugh.

Your relationship with Wanda always seemed to walk a fine line, but you always wished it would be more. However, that didn’t stop you from doing your best to make sure she was always enjoying every moment of her time. From making gingerbread houses, to ice skating on a pond, to seeing The Nutcracker, every moment became a new memory.

Wanda looped her arm through yours, leaning her head on your shoulder.

“I can’t even tell you how much I appreciate you, Y/N. I would be in a lot worse shape if not for you, that’s for sure.”

“Well, that goes both ways. I do it because I love you, Wanda.” You felt her stiffen and felt your heart pound as you tried to think of a way to fix your awkward wording, when Wanda looked up at you and leaned in closer to press her soft lips against yours. Finally, she pulled back with a smile and leaned against your shoulder again.

“I love you too, Y/N.” You let yourself smile in the cold air for the rest of the sleigh ride, unable to believe it had turned into such a magical moment. “You know, I think I’m really starting to love this time of year.” Wanda spoke up, her grip on your arm tightening.

And so, it was all more than worth it.

Tony

“Baby It’s Cold Outside”

“I really can’t stay”

“But baby it’s cold outside”

“I’ve got to go away”

“Baby it’s cold outside”

It was back and forth banter, you couldn’t escape from it, you never could.

“Oh, c'mon. It’s not even late.”

“It’s late to me, Tony.”

“Since when? Plus look at the snow out there.”

“Thank goodness I have a coat, then.” Tony grabbed a hold of the thick coat your were trying to slip on. “Tony…” you stopped when you turned over your shoulder and looked into his earnest eyes.

“Stay. Please?”

Truthfully, you did want to stay, but then, you didn’t. You weren’t entirely sure what was going on between you and Tony. It felt like a passionate flame that was destined to burn out, knowing the way Tony was with women. And you wanted to believe this was different, but you didn’t want to let yourself be that naive. You didn’t want to get hurt.

“I…don’t think I should.” You whispered.

“Give me a good reason why.” He countered. “Everyone else has gone home and now it’s just you and I. I wouldn’t want it any other way. You can even stay the night, pretty chilly out there–”

“I couldn’t, Tony.”

“Yes, you could.”

“Why do you want me to stay so bad?” You asked, turning the table on him and crossing your arms. He hesitated, and you could see he was battling between offering another witty quip, or the truth. Something in your eyes must’ve persuaded him to tell the truth.

“It’s the holiday season, right? You don’t have anyone…I don’t have anyone.” He stepped closer, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You’re supposed to spend this time of year with the ones that mean the most to you. The ones you love.” He slid your halfway-on coat off your arms and threw it over his back before walking back to the bar top counter and pouring the both of you another glass. “So, will you do me the honor, Y/N? Keep me company.” You stared at his extended glass, his chestnut eyes, hopeful expression.

“…Only if you keep me warm.” He broke out into a grin, and handed you your glass, clinking his to yours.

“Done deal.”

Bucky

“Blue Christmas”

“You’ll be doing alright with your Christmas of white, but I’ll have a blue Christmas”

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us, Buck? It’s supposed to be a good movie.“ Steve asked his best friend. Bucky didn’t even bother looking up.

"No, thanks, Steve. Go ahead without me, have fun.” Steve let out a soft sigh, before he approached his best friend and patted his shoulder gently.

“…I know you miss her, Bucky-” Bucky cut his friend off quickly.

“No, no. I’m okay. She never gets to go home and see her family. She’s been talking about the snow for weeks. She should be with family for Christmas.” Steve didn’t say anything else, only gave him a reassuring smile and comforting rub of his shoulder before he left him alone.

Truthfully, Bucky felt pathetic. He believed the words he told Steve to be the truth, but it didn’t keep him from missing Y/N. There seemed to be an abundance of couples in this holiday season, couples in movies, jewelry commercials, outside his window.

He would never keep you from your family, family came first. However, there was a small voice of doubt in the back of his head scaring him. “She doesn’t love me anymore, she’s ashamed of me and doesn’t want her family to meet me, she doesn’t want to be with me.” He tried to ignore them, knowing they weren’t true and you didn’t love him very much, but still, he moped.

It wasn’t even Christmas yet, and he was miserable, he couldn’t imagine the cold misery that would come on the actual day.

Later that day when the tower was empty and Bucky was alone, his head on a pillow of the couch watching a Christmas movie, there were steps coming down the hall up to the media room he was in. He sat up slowly, recognizing the soft way the steps sounded to be yours. But that had to be to good to be true…right?

He thought his eyes were playing tricks on him when you rounded the corner, eyes big and cheeks rosy from the cold, bundled in winter wear with a large excited smile on your face.

“Y/N?” He asked in disbelief, tossing a pillow aside and leaping up, crossing the room to you in a few steps and taking you tightly in his arms before pulling back. “What are you doing here, you’re supposed to be back home!” You let out a laugh.

“I’m so stupid, Buck. I don’t know why I thought I had to choose. It was nice being back home at first, but…gosh, I missed you. You’re not supposed to choose between who you love during the holidays, you’re supposed to spend it together. I’m gonna fly back for Christmas in a few days…and you’re coming with me.” His eyes widened.

“You…you want me to meet your family?” You grinned and leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on his nose, both his cheeks and his lips.

“Yes. I didn’t want to force you or make you uncomfortable…but when I got there, my family didn’t understand why you weren’t with me. And neither did I. Will you please come? They’re really excited to meet you.” At his girl’s words, his heart swelled.

“Of course I’ll come, doll. It would be an honor.” The smile you rewarded him made him feel like he was flying, and he picked you up again, holding you close to him.

“It’s going to be the best Christmas ever, Buck.” You whispered next to his ear, and he pressed his nose to the crook of your neck, smiling into the softness of your skin.

If he had you by his side, every day was already the best.

Loki

“All I Want For Christmas is You”

“I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need…”

“I just don’t understand…” Loki muttered under his breath, staring at the long line of people in the middle of the mall waiting to meet a large man seated in what almost looked like a throne, children waiting anxiously to climb his lap.

Thor shrugged beside him, carrying several bags of gifts for the Avengers easily.

“They call him Santa Claus. Every year, children think of what they want the most and ask him for it, and if they’re good, he brings it to them.” Thor glanced at his brother. “So I wouldn’t advise you to speak with him, they say he knows if you’ve been good or bad.”

“Are you insinuating I don’t deserve what I want this holiday?” Thor raised an eyebrow.

“What is it that you want?” Loki crossed his arms.

“Are you Santa Claus? I can’t tell you, but I know exactly what I want.” The curious light in Thor’s eyes told Loki he had made a mistake.

After being poked in the ribs incessantly and over 200 questions of "Loki?“ in the span of two hours, he finally snapped.

"Y/N!” He yelled your name, before slapping his hand over his mouth, in fear someone else in the tower heard, especially you. Thor’s mouth was stretching open and Loki decided it was probably better to clamp his hands over his brother’s mouth. “Shh! Not one word, you big oaf!” Thor knocked his hands away.

“I only have encouraging words; brother, Y/N is amazing. Far too good for you, perhaps, but an amazing soul nonetheless.” Loki sighed.

“She is beyond everything I am.” It wasn’t hard to admit his feelings when he felt them to be so true, even to Thor, who Loki knew understood deep down. “I never would’ve thought myself to fall for a mortal, and yet…ive never met anyone like her. If I participated in this season, I would long for nothing, none of those meaningless boxes underneath that massive tree. Only her, and I would be set.” Loki somehow missed the scheming gleam in his brothers eyes.

“Ho, Ho, Ho!” Loki jumped, startled as the door to his room was thrown open later that night and a man came tumbling in wearing the same outfit he had seen earlier tonight at the mall. But he recognized this man right away, it was his brother. “Merry Christmas, Loki, I have a gift for you.”

“Thor.”

“Now, I know you haven’t been the best year, especially not to your brilliant and strong brother…”

“Thor, what is this madness you’re doing. I demand you to stop.”

“I agree.” Loki stopped at the sound of a small voice coming from behind Thor, much softer and melodic, a voice Loki would recognize instantly. Thor stepped aside to reveal Y/N behind him, a large bow pressed to the top of her head. Loki looked to Thor speechlessly, who only winked.

“Merry Christmas!” He left the room again. Loki couldn’t even look at Y/N, though he heard her giggling.

“Maybe you can explain this? I was minding my business in my room and Thor came in dressed like that and slapped a bow on my head, by the way do you know how much it’s going to hurt trying to peel this off?” Loki let out a small nervous chuckle before he walked over hesitantly and began carefully trying to pull the sticky bow from strands of your hair.

“I’m not sure what my brother is up to.” He lied softly, his breath catching in his throat when he looked down and realized you were staring.

“Really? Because…well, he told me that you told him you only wanted one thing this year. And I think we might want the same thing.” He looked down at you, blinking.

“So…you came willingly?” He asked and you smiled, taking the bow he had removed from your head in your hands and pressing it against his chest.

“Yes.”

Nat

“Last Christmas”

“I keep my distance, but you still catch my eye; tell me baby, do you recognize me? Well it’s been a year it doesn’t surprise me”

“She’s here, isn’t she.” You mumbled underneath your breath, trying to make it seem like your mouth wasn’t moving.

“What did you expect?” Sam, your companion to this extravagant Stark Christmas party, asked you, making you sigh.

Of course she would be here.

You worked in close proximity with the Avengers, and you remembered last Christmas very well, thinking you would always remember it fondly. It was another one of these parties, where you finally gathered up enough courage to approach Natasha and tell her how you felt. It was underneath a mistletoe, which you hadn’t even realized, and when you came clean she had only smirked and leaned in to kiss you. Never before had you experienced such joy, exhilaration, bliss…only for it to disappear before the end of the season.

She just disappeared. You never heard anything from her again, for an entire year. And an entire year you spent waiting for this very moment. You wouldn’t look at her.

“She looks beautiful, doesn’t she.” You asked Sam, sipping your drink.

“Again…what do you expect.” You sighed and stole a quick glance, your heart hurting at the beautiful satin red dress. You took another drink. “Are you gonna talk to her?” You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth firmly, refusing to look in her direction. “No…I don’t think so.” Sam’s huff made you look in his direction.

“Right, so you spent hours getting ready, made me sit my ass in your room while you tried on a million outfits and didn’t even listen to my opinion, just to stand here and not talk to her?” You shrugged defensively.

“Maybe. Don’t you know me by now?” Now Sam sipped his drink.

“Yeah. Good thing she’s nothing like you.” You sent him a panicked glance and he gave you a smirk before leaving your side. You could see brilliant red heading in your direction.

“Sam!” You hissed before you cleared your throat and turned away from Natasha, sipping your drink as if you hadn’t seen her coming.

“Merry Christmas.” Her cool voice sent another pain through your heart, and you turned to her with what you hoped was a neutral expression. She had a light smirk on her face, as though you amused her, and it made you even more indignant.

“This feels oddly like déjà vu .” You spoke as though you were talking to yourself. Her face fell a bit, into something of seriousness. Her hand raised and clasped your wrist gently and you gave in and looked at her. She looked sorry.

“I didn’t want to do what I did.” She murmured so low it felt as though it were just the two of you and not an entire party. “I just didn’t want you to get hurt. Please, can we talk?” You swallowed and gave in with a nod, allowing her to loop her arm through yours. The two of you grabbed your coats and headed up to the roof together, where you stood in silence for a moment.

“If you’re with me, if my enemies know that you’re with me, you could be in danger. And I’m not okay with that.” You frowned.

“So you mean…it wasn’t because you didn’t feel the same…?” Natasha sighed and walked closer, taking your face in her hands. She was always so gentle when she touched you.

“My feelings for you were never the issue, Y/N. I’ve always cared about you. That’s why I left, I could never put you in danger.”

“Nat, I’m willing to take that risk. I don’t care about the possibilities, I like the way my future prospects look with you in it, not without you.” She inspected you for a moment before she leaned forward and kissed you longingly, her lips molding to yours.

“So, so, so naive, my sweet angel. You’re crazy to risk it all for someone like me.”

“No.” You grabbed her hands in yours. “My feelings for you make me anything but crazy, Nat. You’re worth it all.” She sighed, almost in relief, and kissed you once more.

“I’m going to keep you safe, Y/N. No one will ever hurt you, especially not me. Not ever again.”

Steve

“What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve”

“ When the bells all ring and the horns all blow And the couples we know are fondly kissing Will I be with you or will I be among the missing?

Sometimes you couldn’t believe you were dating Captain America. Sometimes you couldn’t believe he was always more nervous than you, as though you were a living legend. It was still in the early stages of your relationship, but to the both of you, it felt like you had known each other all your lives.

Steve acted like you were a goddess; his eyes always shined in reverence when he looked at you. The other Avengers (mainly Tony) would tease him about being “whipped” so soon, but Steve never paid any mind at all.

“So…uh, Y/N…I know this is all really soon.” He had cleared his throat before he started, and was staring down at his plate in self-deprecating amusement, as if he couldn’t believe he was still nervous. “And I really appreciate you spending your Christmas Eve and Christmas tomorrow with me.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Steve.” You giggled a bit. “Actually, I should be thanking you. I didn’t even know you could cook this well.” It was Christmas Eve, and yet, Steve had managed to find a secluded part of the tower for the two of you to have a nice dinner together, which he had cooked himself. There were soft old Christmas songs playing in the backgrounds, even candles.

You reached across the table to rest your hand over his, and it seemed to give him the courage to go on with his original thought.

“Like I said, I know this may seem like too much too soon, but I was wondering what you had planned for New Years Eve?” He looked between your eyes hopefully. It almost looked like he wasn’t even breathing. Your silence must’ve seemed longer to him; he started back up again. “It’s just, you know, this time of year, all the festivities call for not only reflection but looking forward to the future. And I’m not superstitious or anything, but I can’t imagine starting my new year any other way than with you by my side.” You smiled at him, feeling your heart melt.

“I hope I’m not just by your side, Steve.” You teased lightly, giving his hand a squeeze. “I hope when the clock strikes midnight you’re giving me the kiss of a lifetime.” He smiled at you, his dimples showing, before he started laughing in jubilation.

“It’s a promise. Hopefully, the first of many New Year’s to come.”

Thor

“My Only Wish (This Year)”

"Can’t be alone under the mistletoe, he’s all I want in a big red bow…”

“So, Y/N, what did you ask Santa for this year?” Tony asked loudly as you all sat around the fireplace on Christmas Eve. He gave you a suggestive eyebrow raise and you tried your best to play it off, but the other Avengers laughing didn’t help your situation.

It had been one bad night that you let your crush on Thor slip, and to Tony of all people. It wasn’t long before the whole tower knew, somehow except for Thor, who was sitting pleasantly with a cup of coffee, smiling at his friends obliviously.

“Oh, nothing. I have everything I need.” You replied, sending Tony a quick glare.

“Perhaps nothing you need, but surely there must be something that you want, Y/N?” Thor asked, giving you that warm distracting beautiful smile he always gave. You hesitated.

“Um…n-not that I can think of.” You mumbled. There were muffled chuckles and you swore you heard whispering, when suddenly the Avengers stood at the same time.

“Gonna head off to bed now.”

“I’m gonna go shower, have a nice night guys.”

“I have some reading to catch up on.”

“I’m gonna go…for a run.” You glared at all of them as they all but ran from the room, giving you encouraging and teasing smiles and thumbs up, until it was just you and Thor, who almost looked bewildered.

“Was it something I said?” He asked. You sighed.

“No. They think they’re being funny,” you muttered, sipping your hot chocolate. He frowned at that, but said nothing more. You didn’t realize he was still watching you until you shivered.

“Are you cold?” You looked over to see him smiling and extending an arm to invite you to join him and the large blanket he had. “Come, its big enough for the two of us.” You hesitated.

“Are you sure, I mean I can just go get my own…”

“It’s the best one we have, the softest. Besides, I don’t mind sharing with you.” His innocent smile made you smile too and sit down beside him, letting him wrap one end around your shoulders. “See, this is much better, is it not?” He was so close to you, closer than he’d ever been besides when he offered a hug.

“Yeah,” you smiled up at him, snuggling closer towards his chest. “Much better.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and your heart fluttered at how natural it all felt.

“If you get tired, Y/N, you can sleep. I know you work hard. I believe you’ll find me to be quite comfortable.” His quiet rumbling laugh vibrated from deep within his chest next to your ear. And just as you were about to take him up on his offer, something hit your face.

“Ow.” You said, opening your eyes and seeing something green.

“Oh, look! Mistletoe!” You could hear Tony’s voice drifting down from the stairwell along with Clint’s laughter and exaggerated kissing sounds. You gritted your teeth, but stopped when Thor began laughing.

“I’m not sure what game they think they are playing, I would be more than happy to kiss you.”

“It’s because Tony found out that I like you and now he thinks it’s funny to keep trying to–wait did you say you would kiss me?”

“Did you say you like me?” You we’re both staring at each other in amazement.

“Just kiss already, will ya?” Clint said as he walked by towards the kitchen. It felt like a dream when Thor grabbed your chin and brought you closer, laughing happily against your lips.

“To be completely honest with you, Y/N, if Santa were a real being, I would’ve asked him for you, but I suppose I didn’t have to.” He said, smiling. You cuddled closer to him again, now feeling completely at peace as his hand moved to drawing circles on your back.

“Yeah, no. Not Santa. Just me. You’re welcome.” You both looked behind the couch you were sitting at to see Tony, taking a picture with his phone. “And thanks to you lovebirds, we now have our Christmas card. Goodnight, kiddies, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” You shook your head, snuggling back against Thor.

“Wanna think of ways we can embarrass him tomorrow?” You asked, earning a laugh.

“Sometimes I think there is no possible way you could get any better, and yet it seems to happen every day.”

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darlingpeter · 7 years

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royalty

this is a request by the lovely vanessa for a bucky barnes songfic based off of royalty by connor maynard!! i had to scatter my writing a bit throughout this week because of my work schedule and college registration stuff but i finally finished this and feel really good about it :-)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, casual drinking

length: 986 words

“To Benjamin Franklin.” You grinned, holding up a glass of Cabernet. Bucky let out a short laugh and touched his glass to yours with a soft clink.

After a long day at work, the two of you had returned home to find that your electricity had been shut off. It wasn’t because you hadn’t made your payment, however. Your money had been turned in on time, it just wasn’t opened or recorded by your asshole of a landlord before the deadline. After a very frustrated confrontation, he finally found it within his grimy soul to apologize (albeit begrudgingly). Unfortunately, this still meant that it would take at least 24 hours for your power to come back on.

While you took to the arms of a long, hot shower to relax and settle down, Bucky took it upon himself to do something at least somewhat special after the tense events of the evening. This meant that after you toweled off and changed into your comfiest pajamas, you walked into your small kitchen to see two grilled-cheese sandwiches plated on your finest disposable china and a recently opened bottle of cheap wine on the counter.

It almost made you laugh at how cheesy (no pun intended) the whole situation was. There were candles lit all over the small apartment, basking everything in a dim orange glow, setting very romantic lighting on your sweats-clad boyfriend and his thoughtful setup. He looked amazing, almost like he could be on the cover of a trashy romance novel with his hair loose around his face and his shirt thrown over the back of the couch.

After eating your sandwiches and drinking most of the bottle of wine, you ended up sitting on Bucky’s lap on your small sofa, your knees on either side of his hips. While the serum makes him unable to get inebriated, alcohol still makes him drowsy, his breathing soft and even where his nose is pressed to your neck. After the events of the day, you didn't expect to end it on such a relaxed note, but if having Bucky as a boyfriend had taught you anything, it's that he can always find a way to surprise you.

“Thank you.” You hummed, raking your nails through his hair lightly. “I really needed this after the flaming trainwreck that was today.” Bucky let out a sigh against your skin pulled away from your neck in order to meet your gaze.

“I promise that it’s not going to be like this forever.” He told you, and you fixed him with a quizzical look. His suddenly serious statement shattered the perfect tranquility of the moment, and you couldn't help but let your thoughts briefly wander to fill the gap in your understanding. Before you got too far down that (sadly, mostly negative) rabbit hole, you decided to ask.

“What do you mean?”

“With crappy landlords and barely scraping by on rent, and not being able to readily afford a better wine than a $12 grocery store Cabernet.” He said, and then laughed as you murmured quietly about how well you thought the wine paired with his grilled cheese. “Someday we won’t have to deal with all of this.”

“Don’t tell me you have a plan, Danny Ocean.” You tease him, referencing a movie the two of you had watched recently and poking him gently in the chest.

“Don’t I always?” He scoffs, playfully rolling his eyes. “I’m thinking - I’ll rob a bank, win the lottery, or save the life of some wealthy billionaire so that they’re indebted to me, or maybe even enter in an underground fighting circuit and always bet on myself to win. If it all works out, we’ll be financially set for life. The only question is if we'll get it in bills, solid gold, or one of those giant cardboard checks that they give to people who win something.”

You can’t help but let out a small giggle. "Those giant checks are just for show, Buck. Besides, what will we do with all of that money?”

“Whatever you want, doll.” He said lowly, smoothing his hands up and down your sides gently. “We could buy a little estate outside Bucharest, or hell, a chateau in the French countryside where we can do the most extravagant things that you can dream of. I'm talking silk sheets, champagne and caviar every day, yachts, private jets, and not having to worry about price tags on anything. I’ll be able to shower you with gifts on a daily basis, from diamond jewelry to custom-made dresses and shoes to the biggest bouquets of flowers that you can even imagine. I’ll be able to treat you like the queen that you are.”

His words sent warm pangs love stirring in your chest and caused your cheeks to flush a rosy pink. “What if I don’t want all of that though?” You asked, biting your lip in order to try and disguise a growing grin.“What if I don’t need the fancy stuff that comes with being well-off?”

“That’s ok too.” He responded. “We can buy a perfect-sized place wherever you want, whether it's a homey country cottage or a nice apartment in the heart of the city. Either way, we won’t have to deal with shitty landlords or utilities being shut off or not being able to buy groceries for the week. We can live like royalty, even without the extravagance, sweetheart. I promise”

Heart soaring, you press a kiss to his lips. It’s soft and slow, and his hands come up to gently cradle your jaw. When you pull away, his blue eyes are boring into yours intensely with an emotion that you couldn't quite place.“I love you, my king.” You said low in a whisper. He tilted your head down so that your noses could brush.

“And I you, my queen.” He said, his reddened mouth turning up in a lazy smile.

(And if Bucky calls you your majesty for the next week or so, you can’t help but let it bring a happy pink tint to your cheeks.)

[a/n: for the record, i can to attest to the fact that grilled cheese and cabernet pairs well - i like to sit down and have a glass of wine with my mom every once in a while and many lazy nights become grilled cheese nights in my house! i can also say that adding basil into a grilled cheese sandwich makes it 10x better, but that’s just my personal opinion. :-)

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