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thestarkinternship · 4 months ago

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No Body, No Crime

Bucky Barnes AU x Female Reader: One Shot (Thriller/Horror)

Summary: Bucky finds you stumbling around in the woods late one evening. You're definitely acting strange, but what are you hiding from him?

Word Count: 2.7k (no mention of Y/N)

Warnings: Mention of murder, description of death/body, vomiting, profanity (If I missed something please let me know)

A/N: This is a little bit different than anything else on my blog so I'm interested in what you think of it. It's my first time really writing anything that could be classed as 'horror' or that gruesome side, but I hope you like it - plus there’s still some light tension between reader and Bucky because i couldn’t help myself

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Raven bodies soared through the sky and swooped through the open cornfield. The birds were free to do whatever they pleased here at the end of the farmer’s land – and so were you. The heavy burden of the duffel bag cut into your shoulder. You dropped it in the mud, sighing at the instant feeling of weightlessness.

They gathered around a motionless body, which sagged against the pole that it has been tied to. Thick rope wrapped around the limbs, weaving deep groves that pushed the skin to its limits. The head dangled by a few spare threads; its frown drooped at the ground.

It’s a shame, isn’t it? You sympathised with the scarecrow as the crows picked it apart. They collected on the body’s limp shoulders, their tiny talons digging deeper through the shirt to its soft flesh. Wind rippled through the slashes of the checkered fabric, swaying shadows up and down the cornfield.

You’re better off than ending up like that, huh? You nudged your bag with the tip of your shoes. There was no response from it, of course – but you found yourself whispering to it all the same. Your feet began to sink into the mulch, much like the scarecrow’s base. A wet feeling seeped through the canvas material, making each step that much harder. The laces strained as you tugged upwards to free yourself from the slimy grasp. Something that the scarecrow could not do.

Come on then. There was no more time to waste. It had already been one day since you had moved your ex-boyfriend’s body to your rusty car in that wretched bag. Two days since you decided multiple parts would fit better than one whole. Three days since you had delivered a deadly blow to the back of his head in his garden. Whilst removing his body, with it you had removed all lingering feelings for him. It was easier than it seemed, when your partner turned out to be someone you didn’t really know to begin with.

Grasping the bag, you turned on your heel and left the scarecrow behind. The bag slipped across the mud, allowing it to be dragged through the field with ease. The coat of mud would never come out of the fabric, but there was no more use for it after tonight.

The edge of the farmer’s field backed out onto a vast, wooded area that had been deserted and allowed to grow unruly with the lack of maintenance. Howls from unknown creatures tumbled out from the forest, and the hidden crickets bleated out a warning. Moonlight dispersed through the branches until it was nearly pitch black. Your pace faltered as you wandered into the trees. Who knew what else was in there?

“There’s nothing to be afraid of.” You whispered, voice trailing off. It blended into the whistles of the crickets and left nothing but a ghostly trace. A small voice was nothing in comparison to an empty void.

The bulk of the bag slumped against your calf, and you bit your bottom lip. You could’ve left it there to rot, at the edge of the forest. The contents would’ve turn to mulch in a week or so, oozing out of the bag into the edge of the forest. Eventually, there would be nothing but minerals for crops to grow. Well, at least he would be of use to someone. The bag pressed harder, nudging you forward.

You wound the long strap around your wrist for extra support. Knuckles turning white, you clasped it in the ball of your fist. The soft pine needles on the floor were not as smooth as the slippery mud of the cornfield, and the fabric snagged with every movement. Your body strained as you needed more effort to shift it. It was almost like something inside the bag was fighting against you. He always had to be awkward.

“Are you lost?”

Your head snapped up at the sound of a stranger, sending you dizzy. “I’m fine.”

Leaves crunched under their shoes as they got too close. You scrambled for the bag, grabbing out at the dark floor. Once you had it, you lugged it closer. Holding it firmly between your ankles, you couldn’t let them see it.

“Please, leave me alone.” You affirmed.

“Calm down. What’s wrong?”

Why do they sound familiar? Your brows furrowed as you tried to place the voice. Their shadow grew bigger. It was too late, and your options were dwindling. Your shaky hand waved a phone light in their direction. The bright light was stunning in the darkness. They finally halted, cowering their face with their arms.

“Hey! Turn that off.” They yelled.

It was a boy; he couldn’t have been that much older than you. He’s dressed head to toe in black, from his boots that are caked with mud to the hood that concealed most of his face. His glare was sharp as he studied you. You did the same in turn as you got a closer look at him. Bright blue eyes. Messy hair ruffled with dirt. An obnoxious smile that could only belong to one person.

“You’re the last person I expected to see out here, princess. Didn’t realise getting down and dirty in nature was your kind of thing.”

Bucky Barnes. Your older brother’s best friend. He always had the knack of showing up in your worst moments, so of course he found himself here with you tonight. Lowering your phone, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him. Even as the light from it dimmed, he still caught the irritated look on your face.

“What are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere? You burying a body or something?” He snickered at his own joke.

Your mouth ran dry as his joke nailed the truth spot on.

“Of course. Isn’t that why you’re out here?” You said weakly, hoping it sounded too ridiculous for him to believe, “or are you just stalking me? Either way, neither is a good look for you.”

Bucky chuckled and stepped forwards, right next to you. Through the earthy scent of the forest, you caught a whiff of his aftershave. It had lingered one too many times in your house when he’d been over to hang out with your brother. Usually, you’d complain that it gave you a headache, but now its familiar presence brought comfort into these desperate times.

“You’re one to talk about a good look, princess.” His gaze flitted up and down your body, taking in the mud splattered on your clothes. Slowly, he reached up and brushed some hair back from the side of your face. A leaf that was tangled into your roots drifted to the ground. His gaze found yours. “Does Steve know that you’re out here all alone?”

“I didn’t realise I had to ask my brother for permission when I wanted to leave the house.” You raised an eyebrow.

Bucky sighed as your tone of voice quickly put up a wall between the two of you. He lowered his hand away from your face. “That’s not what I meant. You and I both know that if he knew you were traipsing ‘round the woods at this time of night, he’d be pissed. Did you at least tell that boyfriend of yours?”

You didn’t dare speak. Was he technically still your boyfriend? Did murder equate a breakup? Do you refer to him in past or present tense? Because even though his rotten body was mere inches away from you, you’re supposed to be living a lie that everything is completely fine.

Silence enveloped the pair of you, until there was nothing but an owl hooting in the distance. You swore it sounded more like a laugh at the predicament you found yourself in.

“He knows where I am.” Well, it wasn’t a complete lie, depending on how you looked at it.

“Right,” Bucky nodded, though you suspected he didn’t believe a word that you said, “and that? What’s all that?”

His hand waved at the ground by your feet. Your gaze dropped to the slumped over bag, cheeks burning hot despite the chilly breeze. Sucking in air, you prepared to defend yourself. “It’s-“

“Too heavy?” The hard lines of Bucky’s jaw soften, “look, it’s alright. I don’t know what’s got you all skittish and you don’t have to tell me anything if you really don’t want to. But I can’t just leave you out here alone in the dark. Let me help you.”

“I can handle myself perfectly fine, thanks.”

“Always gotta be so tough.” He muttered under his breath. Choosing to ignore you, Bucky reached for the handle on the bag. You let out an irritated sigh, but protesting at this point seemed futile. If there was anyone more stubborn than you, it was Bucky Barnes. “On the count of three, okay? One. Two. Three!”

You both shuffled awkwardly through the forest in silence.

You estimated that you are about half a mile from the scarecrow now. The open field dwindled from view. The crows from earlier were nowhere to be seen, but their caws echoed in-between the trees surrounding the two of you.

“Shit.” You curse as you shoulder barged a thick tree trunk. Tripping up into Bucky’s side, you dropped the bag, and it thuds onto the ground. He reached to compensate your side at exactly the right time to receive a headbutt from you. You didn’t know what was harder – the tree or Bucky’s head.

“Hey, watch it.” He grumbled.

Sorry,” you muttered, “let’s try again.”

Sighing through gritted teeth, he picked up his side. It was getting later, and your steps grew clumsy with fatigue. Giving the bag a final tug to hoist it up, sudden relief washed over you as some of its weight was no longer a burden.

Looking down at your hand, you saw that you were just holding the strap. In the middle, it’s thinned out where it has been stretched to its limit. Part of the bag had come away with it. Through the gap of the missing handle, the sludge from inside dribbled out and down the incline in the forest. A putrid scent filled the air. The horrific, rotten smell curdled in your nostrils. Spit pooled in the back of your throat. Closing your eyes, you involuntarily retched the contents of your stomach out behind a fallen log. Your legs shuddered as you sat down on it with your back towards the puddle of vomit.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asks, dropping the other side of the bag. His face tightens at the smell as he pulls his sleeve to cover his nose. You sniff at him, unable to string a sentence together. All you can focus on is the wretched flesh as it lies there exposed. Bucky leans towards you, closing in on the bag. On you. On the truth.

You lurch forwards. A shaky hand slips through something sticky, and you cringe. It’s almost enough to make you vomit again. You flatten the bag to the ground and scoop mounds of earth on top of it. Scrambling legs of hidden insects run across your fingertips, but you don’t stop until its concealed.

“Shit- are you alright? Hey, sit up for a second.” You felt Bucky’s firm hands on you. He pulled you up, back onto the log and planted himself down next to you. Hastily, you wiped your hands off on the sides of your waterproof jacket.

You stared at the half-covered bag together as your breathing hitched. The silence dragged on as you sized each other up. You fixated on his still posture from the corner of your eye. Your body went rigid as you kept yourself guarded. Your feet were pressed down into the solid earth, ready to spring into flight at the slightest hint of attack.

But it didn’t come. Bucky’s hands went limp in his lap, showing no sign of threat. The muscles in his face relaxed, but he kept staring forward at the bag.

“I knew that was why you were out here.”

You tried to swallow the lump that had caught in your throat. The breeze dropped and beads of sweat gathered on your forehead. You wiped it away with a clammy hand. He couldn’t possibly.

“Who was it?” Bucky’s voice was quiet.

“What?” You feign oblivion.

“In the… their name.” He prompted, waggling a trembling finger at the mess in front of you. You sighed.

“My boy- ex boyfriend. He… I found out…” You stumbled over the poor excuse. How should you tell him that you lashed out, overcome with blinding anger? That the shovel was in your hands before you knew it? Would he believe you if you say that you didn’t mean to take it this far? How you couldn’t report it without almost certainly ruining your life? The thought sent you dizzy, black dots clouding your vision.

“He was with Sharon, wasn’t he?” He confirmed on your behalf. The sound of his calm voice grounded you back into reality.

“You know her?” It was your turn to wonder the truth. Why did he know so much?

“Sharon was my girlfriend. But a few weeks ago, she started acting different. She didn’t want to see me anymore. Always had an excuse for everything. I confronted her, and she told me the truth. God, I was so angry. I paid your boyfriend a visit myself. But when I did, I saw a car out front, a blue… I don’t know-“

“A blue ford focus.” You whispered.

“And I saw you both outside. Him on the floor, you holding that shovel above his head. I knew why you’d done it. It felt like justice had been served, in a sick way. Honestly, if it wasn’t you, I might’ve done it myself.”

You sat by each other, taking it all in, and for the first time since he’d found you out there, you felt truly at ease.

“Did you follow me out here?” You murmured after a while. Not that it really mattered at this point. You were both equally as caught up in this as the other. But your curiosity piqued.

“Kinda,” he admitted, “went ‘round to your house to drop a book off that Steve lent me. Saw you weren’t home and had a feeling.”

“How did you know I would be here?”

He huffed softly at that. “Because I know you, princess. I practically live at your house every summer. You don’t spend that amount of time with someone without learning a few things about them. Or where they like to go to escape their brother’s annoying friend. I know you liked to go to the cornfields in the morning to pick strawberries when we were kids. So, I took a chance.”

“Well, I’m glad you did,” you say softly, “I don’t know how much further I would’ve gotten on my own.”

“Neither do I. You almost lost it back by that scarecrow.” He teased.

You nudged him with your shoulder, but there was no real force to it. “Thanks anyway.”

Bucky sighed deeply, before pulling a cardboard carton out of his pocket. A small click of metal and a tiny pinprick of light appears in the shadows. He raised the cigarette to his lips.

“You shouldn’t smoke.”

“Why? It’ll kill me?” He smirked in the darkness, smoke billowing into a cloud above.

He passed it to you, and you felt the heat between your fingertips. You tapped the ash to the ground, watching as it speckled across the remains of your ex. The tiny embers died out just as quickly as they were lit.

Bucky picked up a branch from the floor and snaps it in half, exposing the dry, inner wood. The metal of the lighter clicked once again as he ignited the stick. The orange flames illuminated Bucky’s calm demeanour. He tossed the flaming branch onto the mess in front of you. Together, you watched it go up in smoke.

“It’s alright. It’ll be our little secret.”

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thestarkinternship · 4 months ago

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hi <3

it’s been like a year since i last posted but i was talking with my friend and i really wanna get back into writing again. so hopefully something will be uploaded during the week (if i can stop procrastinating) <3

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thestarkinternship · 1 year ago

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i’m giggling so hard rn

how about another bucky fic but instead the reader is all drunk and acting lovey dovey with him accidentally revealing her feelings towards him :)

Bucky sat, practically motionless on the kitchen stool—brooding the the sheer silence. His brood session was unfortunately disrupted as the door the kitchen slammed open with a harsh thud, he startled, back straightening and eyes narrowing as he stealthily grabbed a knife from the mantle and snuck up from his seat.

He slammed the presence into the counter mercilessly, wielding the knife, only to be met by the sound of your inhibited giggles and the scent of your perfume.

Bucky released you in an insist, stepping back from you immediately and lowering the knife.

“Nooo. Stay.” You whined out drunkenly, a glazed over look in your pretty eyes, hands reaching for him with a deep (adorable) pout on your lips. “Come back please.”

“I—Y/N—“ He furrowed his brow nervously as his heart beat stuttered, “you’re drunk?”

“What, no!” You exclaimed, waving your hand about flippantly and making a face at his face, attempting a causal pose against the kitchen counter, resting your head on your hand. “I—“ You hiccuped, “have never, ev—er, been drunk a day in my life.” You nodded, seriously.

He stared at you, eyebrows raised, a faint amused smirk threatening to curl up his lips.

Your seriousness was broken as you giggled, twirling yourself in circles. Bucky watched with secret fondness, stepping closer to you in case he had to save you from a fall, which he did.

As his arm caught your waist to steady, you all but melted against him, humming contentedly.

His eyes widened slightly at the noises of happiness escaping you, taken back, he allowed his arms to loosen around you.

“No!” You snapped softly, pulling his arms back tightly around your waist. “Mhmm—I—I like when you touch me. And—just when you look at really. It’s nice to—be noticed be you.” Your slurred, swaying side to side casually and holding his arms around your waist.

Bucky almost fell over.

“Wha—“

“You’ve got really nice eyes.” You admitted, unashamed. “I—i like looking at them, i—f-feel happy looking at all of you,” you giggled, “these especially.” Your hands reached up and squeezed his biceps to further your point.

“I—“

“Nat says that means I have a crush on you,” You face turned into a pouty-angry-sad look that he couldn’t see but heard through your tone, “but—I don’t want to, because you didn’t crush on me back—“ you almost whined.

“Bu—“

“A—and that’s okay, I can think you’re really pretty and strong and brave and k—kind to myself.” You slurred, sounding pleased with your logic as you lifted his hands up and kissed the backs of them (again, Bucky almost fell onto his arse), before settling them at your hips and spinning to face him, entwining your arms around his neck and cuddling into his chest with a content hum.

“Y—“

“And—I—“

“Y/N.” Bucky finally cut you off, softly but pointedly. He squeezed at your hips, pulling you back slightly so you could make eye contact. “You’re going to regret saying all this tomorrow, and I don’t want you regretting even more so how bout some quiet doll, for your sake.”

You blinked twice at him before humming in acceptance, burying your face back into his chest.

“And—I’m probably gonna regret admitting this too—“ He brought out, hesitantly and quietly as he squeezed you again, “but I really do crush on you back doll.”

You snored softly against his chest.

Bucky smiled down at you fondly.

(He’d tell you again tomorrow)

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thestarkinternship · 1 year ago

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Ghost of You

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader drabble (Angst)

Word Count: 1038 (No mention of Y/N)

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After the snap, Bucky has to live without you. But how can he when he is surrounded by the ghost of you?

It was a Sunday when Bucky dreamed of you. Your touch caressing his cheek, fingertips running softly down his jaw as you cup it, dozy eyes gazing into his. He stretched and draped an arm around your waist, enjoying the feel of your soft skin in his palms. The flush of your warmth underneath his cold metal hand as he drew you into his body. Your head rested against his chest, listening to his heart as it beats only for you. As Bucky craned his neck a little to get a better glimpse at you, he saw your shoulders slowly rising and falling with every soft breath as you came around from your sleepy state. There in the gentle glow of the morning light, you were positively ethereal.

But the long-ago memory started to fade. The golden light of your shared morning routine blurred into grey as Bucky came to. When he reached out through the chilly air, his hands came up empty. Heavy eyes sliding open, he’s greeted with nothing but the empty space next to him where you used to lay. There was still a dent in the memory foam pillow, and the reminder of your missing shape is enough to sink Bucky’s heart as he faced yet another day without you after the blip. His hands recoiled back to his body, pulling the duvet tighter around his body like it could make up for being in your arms. Letting out a soft grumble, he rolled over. The ache in his heart groaned like the bedsprings under his heavy weight. Maybe if he didn’t look at your side of the bed, he could pretend you were still there.

It was a Wednesday afternoon in the lab. Bucky had been working with Tony quite some time now, desperately searching for answers when he came across your old mug. It’s chipped and the picture has faded over the years, but it had always stayed your favourite. The day before battling Thanos, you’d been here hard at work. Glasses scrunched up your nose, you’d been finalising every detail of the Avengers’ suits, ensuring they were up to code and then some. Bucky had carried the steamy mug of hot coffee into the room, smiling fondly at the way your head immediately perked up at the smell of it. He’d handed it to you carefully, warning you about the heat, and chuckling when you didn’t listen. You never did. But as he saw the lipstick stain on the side of the empty mug, he would give anything to have you ignore him just one more time.

Tony’s eyes landed on it a second after Bucky’s did. And whilst longing overcame Bucky, Tony could only feel guilt. As much as you excelled under his wing, you did not share the same affinity for tidying up after yourself. How many times had he nagged you to keep your workspace clear? To take that damn mug with you when you left for the day? He’d never ask it of you again if it meant having you alongside him once again. Bucky knew all about this of course. At the end of every day, he’d kiss away your complaints and stroke your hair, murmuring not to give Stark any satisfaction.

You’d laugh if you could see them both now. Two men who normally couldn’t stand each other working for a common goal. They just wanted you back.

It was a Friday morning when Bucky returned to his room from a workout and spotted something tucked under his bed from the corner of his eye. Crumpled up was your old Zeppelin shirt. His thumb brushed over the creased print, and he brought it to his nose. Inhaling the soft material deep, your floral perfume still lingered between the threads.

The last time you’d worn it was the night your relationship started. It had been an emotional evening of drinks and pent-up feelings on both sides as you bickered yet again about how he was too protective of you on that day’s assignment. You wanted to know why, and when Bucky’s stoic expression remained unfazed despite a pounding heart, you’d stormed off. When he chased after you into the rain, it caused a snap deep within him. It was now or never. He caught your wrist as you tried to flee, pulling you back into his arms and cutting off your protests with a kiss. Your shirt had ended up on the floor that night as Bucky lifted it from your body in a passionate flurry to make you his. And in the morning when Bucky handed you one of his shirts, yours became long forgotten.

His stare ran over every fibre that made up the shirt, and he tried to picture the sight of you wearing it again. Sinking onto the bed, his grip on it never wavered, as though he was afraid to lose it too.

It was a Saturday night when Bucky was drinking alone, allowing his thoughts to wander. The once stiff metal arm now shook as he poured himself another short glass of whiskey. Clinking from the rattling crystal echoed in the silence. Without you, there was no laughter or music to fill the void that was left behind. You’d be begging him to teach you to dance like how he used to in the 40s. Even going as far as to search up some of the popular music from that time and playing it at full volume. Bucky’s eyes would roll into smirk as he finally conceded, getting to his feet with a loving sigh. His hands would rest on your hips and he’d lean into your neck, nuzzling softly as he held you close.

In the quiet, Bucky raised the glass to his lips and drank until the amber liquor burned the back of his throat. He coughed a little as his eyes glazed over with tears. Whether it was because of the drink or because he was finally coming to terms with your absence, Bucky couldn’t tell. With his vision obscured, his perspective blurred until he could almost see you standing in front of him, begging for one more dance with the ghost of you.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #bucky x reader #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #marvel #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x you #angsty!bucky

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thestarkinternship · 1 year ago

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Don’t you have the smallest amount of decency to feel bad for using ai and stealing from users art?

if you’re referring to my profile picture (which is the only ai image on my blog) i made it myself. this image is used across all of my social media, so maybe you saw it there and didn’t realise it was me. hope this helps :)

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thestarkinternship · 1 year ago

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nothing has quiet got me in a chokehold like this did

Imagine the fluff of Bucky retiring from the avengers because he met you, the sweetest thing on the planet, the woman he's down on one knee for ready to marry in a heart beat. He's built a house from the ground up, a quite place for your little growing family because not long after the wedding, he has a baby boy on the way. It’s all perfect.

The absolute angst of him losing you when complications arise during the delivery and the doctors and nurses chase him out, not giving him a chance to hold you and comfort you. The last thing he sees is your labored breaths and dropping pulse.

He hears the cries of his son moments later but his happiness is short lived when the med bay is forced into an emergency evacuation because of an attack on the compound. He sees a blur of doctors rushing you to a different wing and in the midst of the chaos, his new born baby is placed into his arms. He pleads to be able to go with you but he's dragged out with no answers with the building crumbling and bursting into fire and flames behind him moments later.

He's inconsolable.

Completely distraught.

The memorial service held for you leaves Bucky in shambles, clinging onto the tiny bundle wrapped up in his arms, the only thing he has left to live for now. He doesn't want to go on without you, it's just him and his little boy in the world. He know he has to be strong for his son so he carries on as best as he can. His heart hurts when his baby boy asks for his mama.

He visits your grave often but he never truly feels peace.

There was never even a body for him to bury.

Bucky comes out of retirement when Tony calls him about a mission. He knows its serious because they wouldn't ask him to come for just anything. He doesn't want to fight again but he does it for his son; the world has to be safe for his baby.

"Daddy will be just fine" Bucky reassures his now 5 year old, pressing a kiss to his head, leaving him to stay with Sarah while he's away. When he's back at the compound, he's given a briefing on what they're up against. They leave the next morning.

"I've got them in the west wing, headed towards you Steve" Bucky may have been out of the field for a couple of years but his skills and training still run in his blood. He trails behind the target, gun in hand, catching a knife that's thrown his way before dodging another. He gets them cornered in an abandoned ware house, ready to end it all, justice be damned, he just wanted to get back home to his baby boy. He's about to pull the trigger but that's when he sees it.

The red skull with tentacles surrounding it.

He freezes.

He blocks a punch that comes his way, grabbing their wrist and holding them in place, shoving them against the wall. All he can see are their eyes.

Bucky knows those eyes.

No.

He rips the mask off and nearly sobs, his hands trembling as he continues to hold them with all his strength knowing it was hurting them but what choice did he have.

"Doll?"

Just a thought, okay love you, bye.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes angst

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thestarkinternship · 1 year ago

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touchy, drunk bucky has my whole heart you don’t understand 😭

》 DRUNK CRUSHES 》

PARING: Bucky Barnes x Reader

WARNINGS: Nothing much, pure fluff, drunk!Bucky, minimal talk of actual drinking. Established relationship. No description of reader. Written to be gender neutral. Nicknames (Cutie, Sweetheart)

A/N: I've been nervous as FUCK to start posting my writing again. It's been awhile since I've done so. Please feel free to tell me your thoughts, just be kind

Recommended Song: Let Me Call You Sweetheart

Written on my phone, sorry for any typos.

(Post End Game AU ▶ Steve came back after the stones)

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I was sitting at the bar, waiting to get my next drink. I decided to just get a soda, since it was nearing the end of the night. I glance over my shoulder, watching as my boyfriend, Bucky, laughs at something Steve said.

It's really good to see those two together. Especially after everything they've been through together, saving the world multiple times, they deserve a good night out.

Bucky's smile is contagious. I love seeing him smile.

I finish up my drink, paying for the tab and walk back over to the pair. I wave and give Steve a warm smile as I make it to the table. A small, silver bottle glints under the club lighting.

"Thor?" I ask simply, pointing at the bottle. Steve gives me a short nod in return.

"He gave it to me for tonight. Bucky is a bit hammered." Steve replies. I glance at Bucky, taking in his flushed cheeks and dorky smile.

"Heyyy, cutie!" His words are slightly slurred together. His icy blue eyes look into mine.

"Hi, Buck." I laugh at his words, enjoying this happy side of him.

I notice his smile going from a small, dorky smile to a full, delighted, grin when I say his name.

"Are you single?" He asks me. "I could take you on a date!"

I can't hold in the laugh bubbling in my chest.

"Sorry, I'm taken." I tell him and he frowns.

"Whoever it is, is very lucky."

"Bucky.... We've been dating for three years." I see him start to buffer at my words, processing what I told him. Once he processed what I said, his jaw drops.

"I'm the lucky one?" He looks over at Steve, who laughs. "I must have won the lottery."

My cheeks had started to ach from smiling so much. "Let's get you home, Barnes. You've had enough tonight."

"Thanks for bringing him out tonight. It was quite fun. I've missed seeing this side of him."

Bucky jumps from his seat and wraps his arms around me.

"We'll see you later, Steve." I give a small wave and move to walk out the door. However, Bucky was holding onto me tight enough that my steps only came out in small shuffles. "Bucky, I need you to let go so we can get home."

He whines at my words.

"Just until we get to the car. Then it's a short drive home. And then you can be as cuddly as you want."

He lets go but grabs my hand, following me like a puppy who just found its forever home. I feel his calloused thumb rub across the back of my hand as I lead him out of the bar.

Back at the house, I help him climb out of the car, and feel his arms wrap around my waist.

"No, no, not yet! We need to get inside. Then we can cuddle all you want."

He whines and refuses to let go. And I know I wouldn't be able to escape. Oh how I love this super soldier.

So, we stand outside in the warm summer air, leaning up against the car. Bucky had his arms around my waist and his head on my shoulder.

"So..." He mutters, breaking the silence. "We're dating?"

"Yes, James," He grins at his name, "We are dating. And someday, I hope to get married."

"I would love that, more than anything, sweetheart."

And with that, we return to our comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other's presence.

I hope this was okay. I'm quite happy with it.

♡ Asterian 》 Your local angel writer ♡

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Hii someone I follow reblogs one of your fics and I just read it and love it so I followed you and read more of your work and I love it and I'm going to be reading more but also since I just followed you here's a flower

OMG this is so sweet!!! thank you so so much love🥹💖 im glad you like my writing, that means so much to me 🫶

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is this THE stark internship from tik tok o.o

looks like you found the more unhinged side of my brain!! (but yes, hi!)

#bucky barnes

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thestarkinternship · 1 year ago

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a snippet of something I’m working on 🫣🖤

spoiler alert: there will be sex pollen in this

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10 Minutes

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader: One Shot (Smut)

Summary: Bucky is a little desperate for some alone time during one of Stark's parties, and ten minutes is all he needs.

Word Count: 2.2k (no mention of Y/N)

Warnings: Profanity, drinking, unprotected sex, praise, oral (male receiving), slight exhibitionism (bathroom at a party), MINORS DNI!

A/N: I kinda took a break from writing because I had a lot of unfinished fics, but I'm slowly starting to get back into it. And thank you for 300 followers on here! I can't believe there's that many people of you who actually like my writing :)

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“That’s gotta be what, your sixth drink?” You giggled, watching as Bucky polished off another glass, “don’t you wanna slow it down a little?”

With a smirk, he set the empty crystal on the countertop. “Worried I’ll have too much and do something to embarrass you, sweetheart?”

“You could never embarrass me, James,” you rolled your eyes, “and you also can’t get drunk.”

“S’not gonna stop me from trying,” he grinned, “now come here..”

Wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulled you into his side before you could give an answer. Not that you minded – you didn’t need an excuse to be as close to him as possible. You nestled your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in the heavy aftershave that he wore. It was your favourite scent. The musk from it mixed with the spice of the whiskey on his breath as it fanned across your cheeks. It was intoxication in the best way possible, superseding the several glasses of liquor that you’d consumed yourself.

“There is something else, if you think you can handle it.”

In your own little bubble, it was easy to forget that the two of you weren’t alone. Breaking your gaze away from Bucky, you saw one of your teammates making his way over to you with a delicately engraved bottle in his large hand.

“Hi Thor,” you smiled politely, “what is that?”

He held the bottle up proudly. “Asgardian liquor, the finest brewed there. It puts everything here on Midgard to shame.”

“I bet.” You chuckled.

“I’ll take that as a challenge.” Bucky grinned, stepping away from you momentarily to join Thor and some of the others in a round.

You folded your arms across your chest as you shook your head. The super soldier serum might stop his body from reacting to alcohol in the typical way, but it did have a particular effect on Bucky. You couldn’t help but notice how he always seemed to get that little bit more handsy with you. Maybe it was a placebo effect, or maybe that was just an excuse to keep you close to his wandering hands.

Either way, barely twenty minutes had passed before your observation was proven true.

Your shoulder leaned against the back wall as you watched Steve and Tony play pool when Bucky joined you.

“Where’ve you been?” he murmured, “I was looking for you.”

His metal hand drifted up your side, tracing the hem of your shirt and slipping underneath to graze your hip. The metal raised goosebumps on your warm skin, and you shivered further back into his arms.

“Bucky, stop… what if someone sees?” You whispered.

Bucky didn’t ease up, rubbing soft circles on your hip as he drew you in closer. “It’s okay, nobody’s looking at us.”

You glanced around. The loud music masked your hushed whispers, and the addition of Thor’s Asgardian liquor had worked wonders on the team of superheroes. With all of their defences down, no one had noticed the way the pair of you had sidled off to the side.

“We shouldn’t risk it.” You whispered, reaching for his hand and stopping it in its tracks.

“Let’s get out of here, just for a little bit,” he leaned in, pressing his lips to your jaw. The gentle ghost of his breathy murmurs in your ear sent your heart racing, “ten minutes, that’s all I need.”

“Are you really suggesting that we hook up in the middle of the party?” Your head tilted in a mixture of curiosity and surprise.

“Why not?” Bucky pouted. His lips looked so damn kissable when he did that. The thought of giving in, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth in a frantic need to satisfy the urge that you were starting to feel right now was starting to not seem like such a bad idea.

“Because…” Your voice trailed off in search of a compelling reason. Even the slightly hint of doubt would signal a dead giveaway to Bucky that you were more than willing to give in. And the worst part of it was the stupid grin on his face that told you he knew this too.

“Because?” He taunted, his smirk growing wider.

“Because…” The agitation in your voice grew as you struggled.

Bucky chuckled darkly, letting his right hand meet his other at your waist. He turned you slightly, until your back was against his chest. Grip tightening, he pulled your hips back into his. Pressed flush against him, you became all too aware of the way his tight, muscular body felt against yours. And that wasn’t the only thing.

“Bucky, are you-“

“Painfully.” He whispered, leaving another soft kiss just below your ear. Your head fell back to rest against his shoulder. Lips parting, a quiet whimper escaped from them. Bucky tucked a curl behind your ear to lean in better, “What was that that I just heard, hm? You can resist all you like, doll. But your body’s betraying you.”

He was right of course, but you bit your bottom lip anyway in an attempt to prevent yourself from letting another sound slip. The more you tried to hide your growing desires, the more Bucky persisted. His hand slid down your hip to the hem of your skirt. He played with the material, gently grazing his fingers across the back of your thigh that was now exposed to him. Instinctively, your legs clenched as he dared to venture higher.

Bucky chuckled under his breath. “Bite your lip all you want. But what are you gonna do when you start to soak through your underwear and all over that pretty outfit of yours?”

Your face burned red as your gaze immediately fell downwards. Searching the front of your dress as discreetly as you could, your shoulders relaxed when you found that you hadn’t. But your reaction alone was enough to let Bucky know that you considered it a real possibility.

“Did I have you worried there for a second?” he mocked, “You know I’m right. Come on… ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes.” You said through gritted teeth.

“Yes ma’am.” He smirked, gripping your hand and pulling you out of the room.

It was a wonder that you made it to the bathroom at all. His hands were everywhere. Running through your hair, on your waist, cupping your cheek. But yours were the same, only pulling away just long enough to fumble with the bathroom door. It pushed open, and you both crashed through.

With a hand on his chest, you pushed him back to lean on the door. His eyes widened in at your sudden control, but who was he to stop you? Ripping the hand towel down off the rail by the sink, he dropped it to the floor to cushion you as you sank to your knees in front of him. You toyed with the zipper of his jeans, slowly pulling them and his boxers down in one as you pressed soft kisses to each inch of his bare skin that you exposed.

Bucky let out a tormented groan from the back of his throat as your tongue teased up to the head of his cock. He looked down at you and nearly buckled at the sight. Your hand gripping his thigh, hair messy and lipstick smudged. He watched your wet lips twist into a soft smirk that was so close to wrapping around him.

“When you said painfully, I had no idea this is what I’d done to you.” You cooed, innocently sliding your palm up and down his length.

Bucky hissed at the sensation and reached out to tilt your face up to look at him. His fingers were firm on your cheeks. “We’re down to nine minutes. You gonna keep talking with that sweet mouth, doll, or do you want to put it to good use?”

He didn’t have to ask twice. His tip grazed the back of your throat in one smooth motion. But you didn’t let it rest. You moved your head back and forth, letting your tongue trace over every vein. Bucky’s hand slid up from your jaw to cup your cheek, pulling you further around him as he met your movements with shallow thrusts. His view of you faded as his eyes squeezed shut, revelling in the overwhelming pleasure you were bringing him. The two of you might’ve set a time limit on this brief rendezvous but fuck he could let you go on like this forever.

Head falling back against the door with a soft thud, he growled. The animalistic sound ripped through his gritted teeth as he tugged your head back and off him. Pre cum lingered on your lips as you licked them clean.

Reaching for your hands he helped you to your feet and wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours. He walked you backwards until your bumped into the sink. Reaching for your thighs, he lifted you up to rest on the countertop. Your skirt slipped and bunched up around your waist as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He leaned in, nudging himself between your legs. Gentle whines slipped out from your trembling lips as he brushed over your wetness.

“Bucky…” You begged softly.

“I know, baby, I know,” he murmured, sliding your underwear over to one side, “seven minutes.”

Bucky pushed his hips forward to meet yours, burying himself completely in you. His head dropped to the crook of your shoulder and his lips met your neck. Your arms curled around his broad back, scrunching up the material of his shirt as you clung desperately to him. Soft grunts from him reverberated up into your ear as he pulled out of you only to get sucked right back in by your tight cunt. With one hand on your hip and the other on the edge of the sink, he kept you in position to take it all. Every stroke inside of you had you clenching down around him. His knuckles turned white as his fingertips pressed harder into your skin with each sharp thrust.

“Such a good girl, letting me fuck you with all our friends in the next room,” he muttered between delicate nips at the skin just below your ear, “and you had the nerve to act like you didn’t want this just as much as I did.”

Your hands moved up through his hair and down to the sides of his face as you leaned in, lips met his in a needy fashion. The kiss that followed was all-consuming, swallowing any quiet moans that might give the pair of you away. But shallow breaths slipped out here and there as Bucky rolled his tongue over yours in passionate frenzy.

He pulled on your hip until your body slipped closer to the edge of the sink, and you let out a small gasp. As Bucky’s lips parted from yours, he smirked at the fucked-out haze that glazed over your eyes as his cock rutted up deeper inside of you. As he quickened the twitch of his hips, your thighs tightened around his waist.

“Keep that up, and I won’t be able to pull out, doll.” He grunted softly.

Your brows furrowed as your head leaned back in a wave of pleasure. You weren’t listening to a damn word he was saying right now. Bucky’s hand left your hip briefly to tilt your head back to him.

“Is that what you want? Want me to fill you up and fuck it back into you hard enough that it doesn’t leak out for everyone to see?”

Too out of it to verbally respond, your thighs gave him a light squeeze and answered for you. Bucky’s hand let go of your face and reaffirmed its position on your hip as he then set a ruthless pace. Your head slipped forwards to rest on his shoulder. Burying your face in the crook of his collarbone, your moans vibrated against his throat, driving him crazy. You let your body go limp in his hands as he worked to bring you both a release that the pair of you desperately craved.

Two more thrusts was all it took to bring you both over that delicious edge. His metal hand nearly snapped a porcelain chunk out of the counter with how hard he was gripping it when he came. But you were only the same, with your thighs shaking and breathing heavy. You fluttered around him with every beat of your heart, squeezing every drop of come out of his cock that he had to give you. He lazily rocked his hips a couple more times, coating every inch inside of you.

Bucky’s hands released your body from his tight grip as he gently brushed strand of messy hair out of your face, but he kept himself seated.

“You can’t tell me that wasn’t worth it.” He breathed.

Your pink cheeks pinched into a soft smile. “Maybe it was.”

“Maybe, huh?” He raised an eyebrow, not hesitating to lean into your neck.

“What are you doing?” You giggled as you felt his gentle kisses.

“What? I’ve still got one minute left.” He grinned playfully, trailing kisses up your cheek now as well.

“Bucky.” You whined, feeling his cock teasingly plunge deeper inside of you. Your sensitive body could barely handle any more.

“Fine,” he smirked, and slowly eased himself out of you, “but when this party’s over, I’m done holding back.”

#bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes smut #bucky smut #bucky x you #james bucky buchanan barnes #the winter soldier #bucky barnes au

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fics based on songs (especially taylor’s) >>

Mary's Song (Oh my my my)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, Steve Rogers x Adopted Sister!Reader

Summary: This fic will follow the lyrics of the song “Mary’s Song” by Taylor Swift

Word Count: 1500+

Warnings: None! A little angst at the end that is unresolved, but since this is just a blip in the character's lives, it will be ok by the beginning of the next chapter.

A/N: Here is some probably necessary information before starting: In this fic, all of our characters are a bit older than in the last one. Timelines and some details may be a bit wonky, but that's ok. I hope you enjoy!

p.s this is not a lyric fic, but instead, a fic that was inspired by the song

Chapter 2:

Sitting on the ground underneath the shade of the biggest tree in your backyard, you are focused on your favorite book, and your brother, Steve, is quietly humming to himself while working on some of his math homework. You can see the tip of his pencil moving around in smooth motions. You look over to the bright paper and see him doodling some pretty flowers on an expanding landscape, and you can imagine them in your mother's garden, the one your father built himself as a gift for your mother's birthday last year.

“That’s very pretty Stevie. You’re so talented, y’know that? I hope you do. One day, I’ll get to see your amazing artwork in a gallery. I just know it,” you ramble out before you even think about it.

You see the corners of his smile tug upwards. You only wish he knew you really meant it. His skill is beyond his years. His teachers often comment about the doodles left on his classwork, about how he should take some art classes, to further his knowledge and skill.

You had overheard your mother and father arguing about saving up some extra money, cutting any extra expenses to pay for any costs regarding the proposed extracurricular. Still, it ended up the same every time – Times were getting tougher, money was harder to come by, and panic was starting to settle like dust in the community. Any leftover profits from previous years were going to support your family. The stock market crashed only a few months ago, and you and Steve were none the wiser to how bad it truly had gotten.

“Maybe one day buttercup,” the nickname rolls off his tongue with ease for the commonality of its use, making his words sound sweeter than the undertones. Steve understood that your family was in an unfortunate situation and had grown poorer in the more recent months, noticing smaller dinners on the dining table and less familial outings, but he wouldn’t let that stop him from practicing and utilizing his drawing as a creative outlet. It helped him keep in touch with how he feels.

“Hey, Punk! Buttercup!” Shouting could be heard from the other side of the fence. As you turn toward the sound of the voice, you spot Bucky in the act of climbing over the worn-out fence surrounding your house. As his feet reach the ground, he races over to the shade the tree provides. He plops down at Steve’s feet, his eyes gazing upwards towards the paper in his hands. He snatches it, almost tearing the frail sheet with his tight grip. His blue eyes scan the paper intensely. The wide-eyed expression that lights up his face is priceless.

This wasn’t the first time that Bucky had seen one of Steve’s impressive drawings, but this one seemed to strike a chord in his brain. He just seems to be fascinated by the image.

“Wow, just wow,” Bucky is in awe of the gift that his best friend possesses. “So when will I be seeing this in a museum?” Bucky continues. Steve lets out a small chuckle, the idea absurd in his head.

“As cool as that would be, I already know that will not be my future.” You knew Steve always dreamed of joining the army and battling alongside other determined men and women defending the country, but that fantasy just wasn’t possible in his current state. You would never say anything to crush his persistence since the idea made him so happy, but you would always worry about his safety if he ever went through with it.

“As long as you’re happy, then we will support you, no matter what!” You smile. You meant what you said, and you know Bucky shares the sentiment.

—--

As the sun passes through the sky and falls below the horizon line, you and the boys start running around the yard and playing tag. Steve was huffing and puffing, needing to sit out for a second to avoid an angry asthma attack. You and Bucky had been playfully bickering while the time-out was called on Steve’s behalf.

“I was goin’ to get you, I just know it!” You exclaimed through hard breaths.

“Yeah, yeah, sure you were,” Bucky said with a good-natured eye roll.

Sensing his playful spirit, you sprint towards him intending to knock him to the ground, but you can only slightly shake him off the spot where he stands.

“Oh, you’re asking for it, Buttercup!” He tries to grab you from where you are, but you swiftly dodge his hands, barely escaping his grip. You run in towards Steve, trying to hide behind him while he is still recovering. Bucky wouldn’t want to hurt Steve by accident just to get to you, right?

Before you can even test that thought, Bucky manages to get a hold on the back of your shirt, slowing you down just enough for him to be able to strengthen his grasp on you. He throws you over his shoulder, and you shriek in surprise.

“Let me down, you goof!” Giggles are pouring from your mouth as Bucky carries you towards the big oak tree. You start to lightly hit his back as a signal for him to put you down on the solid dirt. As he starts to do so, your unstable legs accidentally make you stumble and start to fall. Unluckily for Bucky, he was still holding on to you, so you end up as a clump of bodies on the ground. You can hear Steve shout from the other side of the yard, most likely asking if you are both okay. You holler a confirmation before assessing the situation you have gotten yourself into.

Bucky adjusts himself so that his body is hovering over yours, his body being propped up above you. You can’t seem to stop staring at his eyes. They have you in some sort of powerful trance; you can’t escape if you try, but you don’t want to stop. Bucky seems to share the sentiment because your eye contact goes unbroken for what feels like minutes. You see Bucky’s mouth start to move, but what he says doesn’t register in your ears. Before you can process what you are about to say, it spills from your parted lips.

“Kiss me,” your words are breathless. Your face surely mirrors Bucky's expression; The shock is evident, but he isn’t off put by the idea. He nods, the motion so small that you barely catch it.

He wants to kiss you. You want to kiss him. This recurring dream is coming to life right before you. This is all you have wanted since you realized your emotions for Bucky are more than platonic. He leans in, now inches from your face.

You freeze.

Every other thought bouncing around seized to a stop at that moment. You start to scramble out of Bucky’s gentle hold, untangling your body as quickly as you possibly can. Your panic is palpable. You hustle to your feet and book it towards Steve. You look over your shoulder to interpret the situation you ran away from. The regret starts to simmer beneath the flush on your skin.

Bucky’s face doesn’t show much emotion, but you can read the disappointment in his body language. His shoulders are slumped and his demeanor is troubled, almost as if he is grieving the loss of your body from under his. You automatically feel like a jerk. In your frenzy, you didn’t even think how Bucky would react to your sudden frantic disinterest in an innocent kiss.

The tears started to well in your eyes. You stammer out an excuse to head back inside the house to the comfort of your room before you let the drops roll down your cheeks.

—--

A few days have come and passed since the “incident” with Bucky, and you have been trying to avoid him. You know he feels whatever it is that is bubbling inside of you, but your embarrassment has stopped you from trying to fix the mess that you created. The consequences of your actions are starting to catch up with you. You are miserable without his companionship. Even Steve has started making comments about Bucky’s sudden absenteeism from your days under the oak tree. You want to mend the tear you created in your friendship, but the uncertainty of how Bucky may react is sending you in the complete opposite direction.

Growing up alongside each other has created a special bond between the two of you. You never had many friends, seemingly always on the outside of everyone in your year at school. You were also not a stranger to rude remarks and getting into fights trying to defend your honor. Everything culminated in your only friends being your brother and his best friend.

Were you lonely at school? Yes, but that didn’t matter because once you reached your front porch, you had everyone you needed at your fingertips.

Now that one of the members of your tiny group was consistently missing, it felt as though a piece of the puzzle was missing, just shy of being complete. You know you need to fix the mess you created, but you are unsure of how to do so.

Oh my my my…

—--

A/N: Thanks for reading! I am a very busy college student, so it may take a while for me to get to writing and posting part 3, but I will do my best for it to come out sooner rather than later. Have a great rest of your day/night!

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Mary's Song (Oh my my my)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, Steve Rogers x Adopted Sister!Reader

Summary: This fic will follow the lyrics of the song “Mary’s Song” by Taylor Swift

Word Count: 1500+

Warnings: None! A little angst at the end that is unresolved, but since this is just a blip in the character's lives, it will be ok by the beginning of the next chapter.

p.s this is not a lyric fic, but instead, a fic that was inspired by the song

Chapter 2:

This wasn’t the first time that Bucky had seen one of Steve’s impressive drawings, but this one seemed to strike a chord in his brain. He just seems to be fascinated by the image.

“As long as you’re happy, then we will support you, no matter what!” You smile. You meant what you said, and you know Bucky shares the sentiment.

—--

“I was goin’ to get you, I just know it!” You exclaimed through hard breaths.

“Yeah, yeah, sure you were,” Bucky said with a good-natured eye roll.

Sensing his playful spirit, you sprint towards him intending to knock him to the ground, but you can only slightly shake him off the spot where he stands.

“Kiss me,” your words are breathless. Your face surely mirrors Bucky's expression; The shock is evident, but he isn’t off put by the idea. He nods, the motion so small that you barely catch it.

You freeze.

The tears started to well in your eyes. You stammer out an excuse to head back inside the house to the comfort of your room before you let the drops roll down your cheeks.

—--

Were you lonely at school? Yes, but that didn’t matter because once you reached your front porch, you had everyone you needed at your fingertips.

Oh my my my…

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thank you for including mine (🤭) in this !! <3

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「 ✦ bucky barnes 2 ✦ 」

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all bucky barnes stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

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★ part one bucky recs

★ @kinanabinks

☼ jealousy and flirtation

☁︎There's nothing you want more than Bucky Barnes - but you and his best friend, Juniper, seem to have that in common.

☼ sesame and the sweetheart

☁︎ You've been on a few dates with Bucky now, and the sexual tension is at an all-time high. After another cute date, you realize you can't keep your hands off him for very much longer.

★ @bucksangel

☼ beneath the milky twilight

☁︎ Being Mr. Barnes’ personal assistant has been tough, balancing a full time job while taking care of your younger brothers has you running yourself thin. Then, things take a sharp turn after a dinner with your boss when you disclose your financial situation.

☼ give me a minute

☼ the spark

☁︎James Barnes, the bane of your existence, the man you swore to stay away from. Though his naturally good looks and charming smile may fool many of the women around you, you refuse to fall into his trap. It gets harder to do with every interaction you have with him, and when Bucky gets taken by Hydra, you're forced to face your feelings or risk losing him forever.

☼ until we meet again

☁︎ The Blip changed everything and everyone. With Bucky now gone, and a toddler to raise, you find yourself leaning on Steve for support, as he does with you. What happens when, five years later, Bucky returns to find his best friend and best girl raising a kid? His kid.

★ @adrinktostopyourthirst

☼ sniper

☁︎ Reluctantly, you get thrown into an assignment with Bucky and Yelena, but Bucky doesn't trust you as far as he can throw you. When he's proven to be correct, it turns out you're still a hell of a good team.

☼ pride and privacy

☁︎Bucky works on himself as he gets used to a roommate. Turns out, she has a much better room than him and he crossed the line.

★ @lives-in-midgard

☼ don’t tell bucky

☁︎ After a night out with Natasha and Wanda reader gets drunk and tells someone about her secret crush on Bucky.

★ @thestarkinternship

☼ mine

☁︎When you went out for drinks with the team one Friday, you had no idea that this was how the night would end: with your back pressed flush against your bedroom door, a shaking thigh hitched over your boyfriend's shoulder and his pretty mouth daring you to completely let go for everyone to hear.

★ @winterarmyy

☼ welcome home…soldat? pt2 pt3 pt4

☁︎ Y/N had make a habit of greeting Bucky a warm 'welcome home' everytime he came back from his missions, but there was one particular day when she unknowingly greeted someone else.

★ @amathslutsguidetofandom

☼ guess i’m just good with them

☼ big, strong man

★ @scoonsalicious

☼ unwanted

☁︎ When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn't be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

★ @lanadelreyscokewhor3

☼ sleepwalking

☁︎when your boyfriend bucky wakes up with the winter soldier mindest, you do the only thing you know how to do- comfort him. he does the only thing he knows how to thank you- possessive sex.

★ @wkemeup

☼ masterlist

☁︎ all their works <3

★ @seventven

☼ masterlist

☁︎ all bucky works

★ @allyouneedisbuck

☼ i’m begging for you (take my hand)

☁︎ bucky doesn’t do love, you love bucky. being friends with benefits makes sense, right?

★ @jurassicbarnes

☼ please thy neighbor

☼ what a night

☁︎ Bucky Barnes is out in the new world, navigating through everyday life and its trials and tribulations. His therapist insists he tries new things. He has collected a few new hobbies. But when it comes to making new acquaintances, what’s a better way to meet new people than a little dating site called Tinder.

★ @watchmegetobsessed

☼ paper thin walls

★ @onceuponastory

☼ upstairs

☁︎Bucky Barnes is constantly annoyed by his cat Alpine going to visit his upstairs neighbour for treats. That is however, until Bucky meets his new upstairs neighbour Y/N. Who Bucky definitely isn’t in love with. Not at all.

Turns out that a 106 year old man might know more about love than he first thought. And that cats can make excellent wingmen.

★ @dreamwritesimagines

☼ burn the witch

☁︎ There’s a thin line between mission and love, and spies aren’t allowed to cross that line.

★ @bccky

☼ unrequited

☁︎ you realise that you are in love with your best friend, only for him to confess that he loves someone else.

★ @buckysboobs

☼ raw

☁︎ she just wants bucky to fucking destroy her insides and rearrange her guts, but bucky's scared so he rejects her before another one of their love making sessions. she gets mad so making him jealous is the only way left to get him to fulfill her fantasies.

★ @bucksfucks

☼ after hours

☁︎ it’s hard to focus on your PhD when your supervisor is none other than Professor Barnes.

★ @bucky-bucket-barnes

☼ the two of us

☁︎ You and Bucky go to investigate the phenomenon happening in Westview, New Jersey. While attempting to understand the issue, you yourselves are sucked into Wanda's world of pretend. Now, you believe yourselves to be the happily married Mr. and Mrs. Barnes; in real life, you are most definitely not a happy pair. It is up to you and Bucky to piece together what's happening while dealing with one another inside the hex.

★ @honeybunchesofbucky

☼ crawling back to you

☁︎ After your breakup with Steve Rogers left you heartbroken and lonely, a night in with a bottle of wine gets interrupted by a familiar face; Bucky Barnes, who’s on a mission to show you what you’ve been missing out on.

★ @samingtonwilson

☼ little boy blue pt2 pt3 pt4

★ @inkedbybarnes

☼ his baby

☁︎ bucky won't call you by your name.

★ @lanabuckybarnes

☼ damn bear

☁︎ Sgt Barnes wins you a bear at a carnival. What he doesn’t expect nor like is when you give it more attention, Bucky shows you that he’s better than the bear.

★ @imyourbratzdoll

☼ angst request

☁︎ bucky flirts with sarah to make you jealous, forgetting that you aren't as secure as you come off.

★ @buckys-wintersoldier

☼ home is where you are

☁︎ when you hear someone talking about Bucky you offer them your help to find him.

★ @duuhrayliegh

☼ fondue

☁︎ bucky and steve’s daughter have been dating secretly for over half a year, this is how steve finds out.

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last updated april 5, 2024

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thestarkinternship · 1 year ago

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im a sucker when it comes to bucky taking care of us

Bodyguard!Bucky x drunk reader

This little drabble is for an idea from one of my favorite angel babies, its SO CUTE. Might make a longer version of this at some point but for now:

“Buckyyyy” You clung onto him like a koala, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the heady scent of his cologne. After a drink too many, you were happy to crawl into his lap, tipsy enough to happily wrap yourself around him, though still mostly aware of your surroundings. He remained silent, a classic grumpy scowl on his lips, keeping his eyes straight to the SUV.

He wrapped his strong arms around you, carrying you and walking to the car, his broad frame keeping you snug against his chest while moving through the crowd with ease. No one stood in his way, immediately moving aside from his facial expression alone. Piercing blue eyes and a clenched jaw daring anyone to make the mistake of coming near you.

“M’so sleepy” You whined against his neck, letting your hangs cling around his neck, squeezing your legs tighter around his tapered waist.

“It’s okay pretty girl, I’m taking you home” He murmured, not wasting a second getting you outside and into the all black SUV that was parked at the club entrance. He swallowing thickly when he felt your soft lips press gentle kisses along his neck, the warmth of your breath tickling his skin as he slid into the back seat, nodding to the driver to get going.

“So handsome” Your nose nudged into his shoulder, burying yourself into him as much as you could, refusing to let him move you from his lap. He spent the entire ride letting you cuddle into him while he held you securely, carefully holding you as he stepped out once you’d reached home. He carried you right to your bedroom, setting you down on your bed. You whined when he tried to pull away, pulling him back, giving him your sweetest pout, glassy and wide.

“Please don’ go” You mumbled, tucking yourself into him, “Stay? Please?”

How was he supposed to leave you when you were so sweet and cuddly and so utterly adorably drunk.

“Alright babygirl” He whispered, kissing your forehead, “I gotta get you clean up first through, okay?” He went to you bathroom, well versed in what your night time routine was, making note of the smallest details in everything you did in a day. He found some wipes, and your lotions, bringing them over and gently rubbing the makeup off your face while your mind was still stuck on the name he called you.

“M’your babygirl?” You asked hopefully, noting the way his cheeks blushed, trying to ignore the way his heart fluttered but it was impossible around you.

“Always, you’re always my babygirl” He smoothed the cool lotion onto your skin before helping you out of your heels. He convinced you to get changed out of your dress, staying stationed outside of the closet in case you fell over but you were changed seconds later. You came out in an oversized tshirt- his oversized tshirt to be exact, that you’d stolen unbeknownst to him.

So that’s where it went he shook his head to himself, biting back a smile while you flopped back onto bed, stretching on the covers like a kitten before giving him grabby hands.

“What is it princess” He knew what you wanted but it went against what he was there for. He had to protect you and to do that he couldn’t ever let his guard down. Not one moment of vulnerability, not when he had to protect you.

But fuck, you were so utterly irresistible and he’d be lying to himself if he thought there was nothing he felt for you. He came down to tuck you in, hoping the warmth of the blankets would help you sleep but you tugged him into bed instead, wrapping your entire body around him.

“You’re blushing” you giggled, cupping his scruffy cheek, letting your thumb trace his pink lips. He could help but chuckle, hoping you’d forget all this by morning, letting his fingers trace over your delicate features.

“You act all grumpy but you’re actually a teddy bear”

He cocked an eyebrow while you tried to copy him, scrunching you brows together instead making him grin. He smoothed the line that formed between your brows, loving the way you continued to contort your face trying to match his grumpy face.

“A teddy bear, huh?”

“My teddy bear” You sighed contently, snuggling into him, a yawn slipping past your lips. You let the warmth of his arms drift you off to sleep, still smiling as you snored softly.

“My babygirl” He held you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, allowing himself to fall asleep with you; after all you’d always be safest in his arms.

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