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For @societynsoelsscribbles June Jukebox event, day 30, “I know what you’re thinkin.’” Divider courtesy of @saradika-graphics.
WC: 300
You notice something is off the second Bucky starts acting suspicious. It’s not a bad suspicious. It’s not a “Bucky Barnes got into trouble again” suspicious, which happens more often than not.
It’s more like… “he keeps staring at you like he’s trying to memorize your face” suspicious.
You’re walking across campus together, coffee in hand, your shoulder bumping his as the spring breeze moves through the trees. Four years ago, this was how it started- late night study sessions, shared snacks, and Bucky pretending he didn’t want you to walk him home even though he always slowed down so you could.
Now, he’s quieter than usual.
“You’re doing the thing,” you say.
He blinks. “What thing?”
“The overthinking thing.”
“I don’t overthink.”
You raise an eyebrow.
He sighs. “Okay. I overthink.”
You laugh, and he smiles because he’d do almost anything to hear that sound. You stop near the old bench where you had your first real conversation freshman year. Bucky looks at it, then at you.
“I know what you’re thinkin’,” he says softly.
You tilt your head. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. You think I’m acting weird.”
“Well… you are.”
He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Fair.”
He takes your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.
“The thing is…” he pauses, suddenly looking much less like the confident guy everyone on campus knows and much more like the nervous guy who asked you out three times because he thought the first two didn’t count. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to do this right.”
He pulls a small box from his pocket.
Your eyes widen and your heart skips. “Bucky…”
He smiles, nervous but happy. “I know we’re young. I know we’re still figuring things out. But I also know that every version of my future has you in it.”
You stare at him, completely speechless. He squeezes your hand.
“Guess that’s the one thing I’m sure about.”
Suddenly, the campus, the noise, the whole world disappears.
It’s just you and Bucky.
Like it always was. The one thing Bucky’s sure about.
You're weapons of choice are just two little daggers and you're one of the best assassins, rivalling Bucky, Nat and Yelena.
You see Bucky with this ridiculously oversized hunk of junk and lean in with a smirk "There a reason that gun is so big, Buck?" and you pull back, doing the Loki double dagger throw and catch without looking and he's got his most emotionless expression on when he replies with a stern "Nope" but you catch the blink and you'll miss it wink and smirk he gives you
Warnings: Suggestive!
After the battle, hes putting his gun away.
"Sure the gun isn't overcompensation for smaller things."
He huffs out a laugh before spinning you around. "Oh dollface, you weren't calling me small last night."
You giggle and start walking away, "That's cause I didn't get a good look at you." You glance at him over your shoulder seeing his appalled look. He starts running and you run away from him.
You've run through half of the Wakanda palace before Bucky scoops you up and tosses you gently onto the bed. You're giggling and he's panting on top of you, trying not to laugh too.
"Well you do look bigger from this angle."
He looks at you like you've lost your damn mind before he starts laughing. He lays down next to you pulling you to lay on top of his chest.
He pouts, "I look bigger from all angles" you pinch his nose and tell him how adorable he is before settling in. You fall asleep listening to his heartbeat. And Bucky? Well for the first time in almost a hundred years, he feels safe.
Sorry it took me so long to write, I don't have good inspo for bucky, my four year long phase when I was 12 took it out of me-
Summary: Y/N works really hard as a secretary for the Avengers. A little too hard. When Bucky finds out why, he enlists some help from Shuri to help relieve some of Y/N’s stress.
Taglist: @biaswreckedbybuckybarnes @sassandscribbles @bartonsparrow25 @highhopes1008 (I’m just using an old taglist from another fic cause I think y’all wanted to be on my general taglist. If not let me know. And if you want in let me know.) @drakelover78
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Later that night, someone pounded on Y/N’s door.
Y/N peered through the peephole, surprised at who she found. She quickly unlocked the door, swinging it wide. “Mrs. Wen?” Y/N asked, covering her mouth with her hand so she wouldn’t spread her cold. “What’s wrong?”
“My mother,” Mrs. Wen responded, her voice shaking in a way Y/N had never heard before. “My sister just called, things are, they’re not good.” Her voice cracked on the last word.
“I’m sorry to hear that. I would invite you in, but I have a cold, and I am lacking in the hot beverage department.”
“That’s okay,” Mrs. Wen said, waving her hand. “I can’t stay long anyway. My son is booking tickets right now. I’m sorry to do this to you, but need to see my mother.”
“Of course. Do whatever you need to.”
“What about Rosie? You just started your job. Do you have enough PTO? I know the daycares have waitlists and-“
“Mrs. Wen,” Y/N interrupted. “You have done so much for me and Rosie already. We’ll be fine. Go, see your mother, I’ll figure things out.”
“Thank you Y/N,” Mrs. Wen appeared to be on the verge of crying.
“Family’s important,” Y/N replied. “Have a safe trip Mrs. Wen.”
“I’ll update you as soon as I can.”
“Don’t worry about it. I hope your mother gets well soon.” She watched Mrs. Wen disappear down the stairs, the gears in her mind turning. What am I gonna do with Rosie? I can’t just take her to work can I? Maybe if I keep her in the office, everything will be okay? Yeah, yeah, that’s the plan. Just tell her it’s a game.
***
“We’re playing a game Rosie,” Y/N said cheerfully as she unstrapped Rosie from her carseat.
“A game?” Rosie asked as she was lifted out of the car.
“Uh huh,” Y/N held Rosie in one arm while shouldering both her purse and Rosie’s backpack on with her other. She closed the door with her hip. “It’s called Don’t Let Mommy’s Coworkers See You.” She sped to the door of the parking garage.
“Are they bad?”
“Huh?”
“The other people, are they bad?”
“No,” she backed into the door, opening it with her body weight. “Of course not.”
“Then why can’t I let them see me?”
“Because….” Y/N bounced on her heels as she waited for the elevator, head going side to side, making sure Rosie’s presence was unknown. “It’s the rules,” she settled on, practically leaping into the elevator and slamming Close Doors.
“Oh, okay.”
Y/N spun, back against the wall opposite of the controls. Like a spy doing reconnaissance, as soon as the doors slid open, she poked her head out, searching for others. She dashed out of the elevator, down the hallway, adjusting Rosie and her bags.
“Vis, we’ve talked about this,” Wanda’s voice drifted from somewhere down the hall.
“Dammit,” Y/N muttered, struggling to move due to her purse sliding down, the strap hindering her range of motion.
Rosie leaned down then, her hand finding the handle and pushing down. The door opened just a crack, enough for Y/N to kick it open and slip inside, shutting it right as Wanda’s red duster came into view. “Phew,” Y/N exhaled, leaning against the door with relief. “Thanks baby.”
“Did we win?” Rosie queried.
Y/N bent over to put her down. “Not yet, this is an all day game.”
“All day!” Rosie exclaimed.
“Shhh! Shh!” Y/N put her finger to her lips, shushing Rosie. “Yes all day, but don’t worry, I bought your toys.”
Y/N got Rosie set up in the loveseat by the window she liked to eat lunch in. Tony insisted she’d have it, “To make the work space more comfortable,” he had said. Y/N believed it was there so Tony could hide from Pepper, as she had found him taking a nap on it from time to time while Pepper rummaged around the Tower for him.
Everything went smoothly, most of Y/N’s work she could do from her office. She left a napping Rosie for a few minutes to do the weekly meeting. And for the most part, Rosie was perfectly content with her toys. Y/N snuck Rosie’s lunch in, and no one bothered her. This is easier than I thought.
Until the afternoon, when someone rapped on her door with urgency. “Y/N?” Pepper called out from the hallway.
Fuck. “Just a second!” Y/N answered, scrambling from the desk to the couch. “Rosie, remember what I told you?”
Rosie nodded, diving behind the couch as Y/N kicked Rosie’s toys out of view. Satisfied, Y/N went to the door, smoothing out her shirt, before opening with a smile. “Yes Pepper?” Her voice was high, too high.
Pepper’s brow arched, immediately sensing the octave shift. “Am I interrupting something?”
Y/N cleared her throat. “Was just about to take some medicine,” she lied, her voice returning to its normal register. “Have a lingering cough.” She faked a cough.
Pepper relaxed. “Oh that’s right, Bruce mentioned you had a cold the other day. Anyway, can I get your help with something down in the lobby?
“Of course,” Y/N moved to take a step, but stopped suddenly. “Sorry, can I meet you there? My throat is really raw.”
“No problem,” Pepper said, turning on her heel.
“Be there in a second,” Y/N promised, shutting her door slowly to avoid suspicion. She ran towards the couch, kneeling in front of Rosie. “Rosie, I have to go help Miss Pepper with something. You stay here and play okay?
“‘Kay.”
“Be very quiet and if you hear anyone at the door, you hide. Do you understand?”
“Mhmm,” Rosie picked up a Barbie.
Y/N placed a kiss on Rosie’s forehead while Rosie made airplane noises as the Barbie “flew” in the air. “Be good.”
***
Bucky went to place the vase on the corner of Y/N’s desk when a tiny voice interrupted him. “Hi!”
Bucky paused, startled. He did a quick scan of the room, trying to find the source. Something tapped his foot. “I’m down here.”
Bucky glanced down, seeing a small hand retreat under the desk. Puzzled, he crouched, setting the vase on the floor next to him. He found himself coming face to face with a mini version of Y/N. She laid on her stomach underneath the desk, her chin resting on her arm. “Hi there,” Bucky said, his voice gentle.
The child smiled at him, motioning with her head to the flowers next to Bucky. “Are those for my mommy?” She asked.
“Your mommy?” Bucky repeated.
“Uh huh.” The little girl nodded, she adjusted so she could touch the wood beside her. “This is mommy’s desk.”
Bucky’s eyes widened, realization clicking into place. The reason why Y/N worried about money, why she didn’t finish college, the roommate she said she couldn’t kick out. A daughter, who mirrored her mother in looks, even down to the smile Bucky sought out every weekday. “Yes, these are for your mommy,” he said finally.
“Why?” She asked, eyes big with wonder.
“Because I got into a fight with her the other day,” Bucky explained honestly as he adjusted, sitting crosslegged in front of the desk. “And I wanted to apologize.” He picked up the vase, bringing it closer so she could see better. “Do you think she’ll like them?”
The girl nodded quickly, hair flying wildly. “Yeah! Cause they’re roses like me!”
Bucky moved the flowers aside again. “Oh your name’s Rose?”
“Nuh uh,” the girl shook her head. “Rosalie. But mommy calls me Rosie.”
“That’s a really pretty name,” Bucky complimented her, which prompted Rosie to grin. “My name’s Bucky.”
Rosie giggled, “Funny name.”
Bucky chuckled along with her. “Yeah I guess it is. My mommy gave it to me when I was little.” He glanced away for a moment, a brief sadness as he remembered his mother taking over.
Rosie reached out then, putting her hand on Bucky’s knee. “Don’t cry. I didn’t mean to make fun of you.”
Bucky snapped out of it, looking down at her with smile. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Rosie,” he reassured her, giving her hand a gentle pat. “Do you want a flower?” He asked.
Rosie’s face lit up. “Yes please!”
Bucky turned to grab her one.
“Mr. Bucky, can I come out now? I’m tired of waiting for mommy.”
“I don’t see why not,” Bucky answered, focused on finding just the right blossom for this little girl. He heard her crawl out from under the desk as he plucked the biggest rose from the vase. “Here you go….” Bucky paused, finally noticing. Rosalie stood in front of him, one arm at her side, the other missing.
Rosie gasped when she saw him fully. Bucky recoiled, thinking he had upset her, but she rushed forward, little hand wrapping around his metal arm. “You’re like me!” Rosie yelled with excitement. “Mr. Bucky, you’re like me!” She removed her hand, pointing to the sleeve on her left side that was pinned up.
“Yes,” Bucky said softly, snapping some of the stem off the rose and putting it behind her ear with care. “I’m like you.”
Rosie hopped up and down with glee before lunging at Bucky again, arm wrapping around his neck in a hug. “I never seen someone like me,” she said, squeezing him tight.
Bucky felt a mix of emotions at that statement; sadness that this small child knew what it felt like to be different m, yet happy that she could finally see herself in someone else. His arms came up, returning the hug. Rosie pulled back, eyes landing on his metal arm. “I wish I had one,” she said sadly.
Bucky released her, brow furrowed. “You don’t have one?”
Rosie shook her head. “Too ‘spensive.”
“Oh,” the puzzle pieces clicked into place in his mind.
Rosie grabbed Bucky’s hand, lifting it up. “I want one,” she reiterated, inspecting his metal fingers. “People would play with me.”
“You don’t have anyone to play with?” Bucky asked, feeling a pang in his chest.
Rosie made a displeased noise before climbing into his lap. Bucky winced for a moment, taken aback by the gesture. She didn’t notice, completely at ease. Her index finger and thumb pinched his index finger, moving it up and down to test the articulation. “Other kids think I’m freaky.” She let go of his hand, sighing. “Only mommy plays with me. And the Wens. They own our ‘partment.”
Bucky watched as Rosie’s face morphed into sadness. She must be the saddest little girl in the world, he thought as Rosie grabbed another one of his fingers, interested in how well it flexed.
He tapped her shoulder with his right hand. “Rosie, can I stand up now?”
Rosie removed herself from his lap, confused.
Bucky stood up, putting the vase of flowers atop of the desk before extending his flesh hand to Rosie. “It’s okay,” he said when she hesitated.
Rosie snuck her little hand into his, peering up at him. “Where are we going?” She asked as Bucky guided her out of the office.
“To meet some friends of mine,” Bucky replied. “So we can go play.” He looked down at her fondly.
Rosie gasped, a big grin forming on her face. Her pace changed, skipping alongside Bucky as he led her to the common room.
****
Y/N returned to her office, shocked to find the door open. Oh no. Her heart lurched in her chest as she jogged forward. “Rosie?” She called out, frantically searching the office. “Rosie?” She threw open her closet door, dismayed at finding it empty save for their two jackets and her purse. “Baby, where are you?” Panic crept into her voice as she advanced on her desk, bending down. No one. Shit shit shit shit SHIT. She ran out of the office, not sure where she was going when she heard Rosie scream. “Rosie!” Y/N shouted, following the sound. She skidded to a stop in the common room, taking in the scene.
Sam sprawled out on the floor, his wings attached to his back, letting out a pained roar. Rosie stood over him, holding a pool noodle over her head. Bucky knelt behind her, holding a pillow in front of her like a shield with one hand while the other helped balance the pool noodle. “That’s right! Get the dragon!” Bucky instructed.
Rosie whacked Sam with the pool noodle. “Ow!” Sam cried. “Why did I have to be the dragon?”
“Because you had your wings on,” Bucky said dryly. “And Sir Rosie is trying to save the princesses from the evil kings.”
Vision and Bruce cackled manically from the dining room. Wanda and Natasha sat on top of the dining room table, cowering and holding onto each other on cue. “Save us Sir Rosie!” Natasha feigned sobbing.
“Use the magic sword the wizard gave you!” Wanda added.
Thor slapped his chest, beaming with pride. “It’s me, I’m the wizard.”
“We know!” Tony scoffed, a random jester hat on his head. The bells tinkled as he crossed his arms, scowling.
“I don’t wanna hear it,” Steve, who was on all fours, murmured. “She made me the horse.”
Clint snickered from his chair, posing regally.
“Shut up Clint,” Sam, Steve, and Tony snapped.
Clint put his fists by his eyes, boo hooing. “Save my daughters, Sir Rosie, best knight of the realm.”
Pepper sauntered into the room from the other hall, bewildered until she saw the little girl in front of Bucky. “Aw and who is this little bean?”
“One more hit!” Bucky encouraged. “Lift Excalibur up high!”
Rosie squealed in delight as she brought the pool noodle up again.
“Rosalie Y/L/N!” Y/N exclaimed.
Rosie froze, turning around and breaking into a grin. “Mommy!” She threw her pool noodle to the side, abandoning her mission, and ran up to her mother, bumping into her legs. “Mommy! Mommy! Look! I’m a knight!”
“Rosie,” Y/N said harshly, coming to her level. “I thought I told you to hide in the office!”
“I didn’t want to hide anymore! You took too long!”
Y/N felt multiple eyes land on her, the scorching heat of fear and shame rushing over her in a wave. “Rosie please,” Y/N’s breath grew quick, panic taking hold as she fought to keep her emotions under control, “Mommy needs-“
“I made friends!” Rosie interrupted excitedly. “Mr. Bucky said they would all play with me and he was right!”
“Rosie,” the name came out clipped. Y/N gulped, feeling unable to take in air. She shut her eyes, clenched her fists. Her heart pounded in her chest so hard her eardrums thudded.
Bucky, unfortunately accustomed to panic, honed in on Y/N’s body language right away. He tossed his pillow shield to the side, ignoring Sam’s grumble when it hit him, and rushed over. He slid on his knees the last few inches, attempting to intervene. He put one hand on Y/N’s back, rubbing circles while the other landed softly on Rosie’s shoulder. “Rosie, I think your Mommy needs a moment.”
Rosie didn’t understand. She put her arm around Bucky. “Mommy, this is Mr. Bucky. He gave me a flower. He gave you flowers too.”
“Not now baby,” Y/N whispered, followed by a sharp hurt sound as she tried to breathe.
“Mr. Bucky’s like me mommy!” She moved towards her mother, little fingers clinging to Y/N’s shirt as she tugged. “Mommy open your eyes! Look Mr. Bucky’s like me!”
“I need a moment Rosie!” Y/N screamed.
Rosie drew back, lip quivering. Y/N’s breath shook with regret as she registered her actions, the verbal slap she gave her daughter. “Rosie, I…I’m sorry,” she finished the sentence with a strangled gasp. Her shoulders shook, head hanging low as she began sobbing.
“Mommy?” Rosie asked, taking a tentative step. Her hand reached out, wiping a tear off of Y/N’s cheek. “Mommy, why are you crying?”
“I can’t lose this job too,” Y/N wailed.
Bucky positioned himself between mother and daughter. He hooked his finger under Y/N’s chin, tilting her head up so she could look at him. “You’re not going to, I promise.”
Y/N blinked in amazement for a moment before falling forward. Bucky caught her, holding her tightly as she let it out. A hand landed on his shoulder after a moment. He looked up, Pepper peering down at them sympathetically. Wanda and Natasha stood behind her. “Bucky,” Pepper said quietly, “I think this is something us ladies need to handle.”
“Hey,” he pulled back slowly, brushing more tears off Y/N’s cheek tenderly. “You need to go with them for a bit. I’ll watch Rosie.”
Y/N nodded, tears still falling as she allowed Bucky to help her up. Pepper took hold of one of her arms as Natasha moved to her other side, the two of them supporting her as they guided her out of the room, Wanda following.
Tony whistled, throwing his thumb over his shoulder to point towards the other exit. The guys scattered, leaving Bucky alone with Rosie.
“Mr. Bucky.”
Bucky turned to face her. “Yeah sweetheart?”
Rosie pouted, focusing on the floor. “I got Mommy in trouble.” She sniffed.
“No,” Bucky replied. “No sweetie.”
“I did.” Rosie sniffled again.
“You did not,” Bucky declared, opening his arms wide. “Come here.”
Rosie did as she was told, running into Bucky’s arms. Bucky picked her up, carrying her across the room to the couch. “You did nothing wrong Rosie,” Bucky reassured her.
“Mommy yelled at me.”
“You’re right, she did.” Bucky settled into one of the cushions. One hand reached up to fix the rose in her hair. “But she didn’t mean it. Sometimes people say things they don’t mean. Like earlier when you thought you made fun of me.”
“But why’d she say it?” Rosie asked.
Bucky bit his lip, thinking about how to explain to a child. “I think, your mommy is overwhelmed.”
“What’s overwhelmed?”
“It’s when….” He trailed off, formulating. “It’s when your emotions are so big that you can’t hold on to them anymore. All you can think of doing is yell and cry. D-does that make sense?”
“Oh it’s like a temper tantrum!”
“They’re similar yes.”
“I get it.” She reached for Bucky’s vibranium hand. Bucky didn’t protest, allowed her to examine the grooves of the plates, the replacement joints. He felt the strange urge to fill the silence, so he hummed. Nothing in particular, just something to quell the tension.
“Mommy’s overwhelmed a lot.”
Bucky’s song died in his throat. “You think so?”
Rosie nodded sadly, leaning her head against Bucky’s chest with a sigh. “Mommy cries all the time. I hear her after I go to bed. She don’t know I hear her.”
Bucky smoothed Rosie’s hair, not knowing what else to do for a child wise beyond her years.
“She took money out of my jar again,” Rosie’s eyes grew dewy.
“Your jar?” Bucky asked.
“The jar for my arm,” Rosie lifted her left stump for emphasis. “Mommy said she needed to pay for the car. She always gots something to pay for.”
Bucky knew the question was invasive, but it bothered him too much. “Rosie, where’s your daddy?”
“I don’t gots one,” Rosie shrugged. “Mommy told me I never had one, but I heard her tell Mrs. Wen he’s a…..a…” she glanced at the ceiling, trying to remember. She gasped when it came to her. “A piece of shit!”
Bucky snorted, concealing his laughter at the fact she used the insult correctly. “Rosie those are words you shouldn’t say,” he scolded, though his lips twitched, fighting off a smile. “Only adults can say that, got it?”
“Okay,” Rosie said, “I’m sorry.”
“No apology needed.” His eyes settled on the freezer on the kitchen. “Rosie?”
“Huh?”
“Do you like ice cream?”
Her eyes widened with joy. “YEAH!”
*****
Rosie wobbled at the table, sleepily spooning the last bit of semi-melted ice cream into her mouth. “Hey,” Bucky nudged her gently with his elbow. “No falling asleep in the chocolate.”
“I’m not…..” Rosie yawned, “sleepy……”
Bucky chuckled, taking the spoon from her with care. He rose, placing it into her bowl and taking their dishes to the sink. Washing them, he spoke over his shoulder. “Rosie, maybe don’t tell your mom how much ice cream you had, okay?”
Rosie grumbled behind him.
Bucky turned around as he dried his hands. Rosie’s head was on the table, breaths slow and even, her mouth smeared with dried up ice cream. He rotated again, grabbing a paper towel and dampening it. He knelt down next to Rosie, cradling her head with one hand while the other wiped up the ice cream. “Come on Sleepy Head,” he whispered, scooping her up.
Rosie mumbled something, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Bucky glanced around the room, looking for a comfortable spot suitable for a napping toddler. As he paced, instinct took over, he hummed as he gently patted her back, bouncing her up and down from time to time. He heard a shuffle by the entrance, Steve and Sam laughing quietly.
“Looks like Sir Rosie is all tuckered out,” Sam said, a little too loudly for Bucky’s liking.
“Shhh!” Bucky hissed, fright sinking in when Rosie groaned suddenly. “She’s sleeping.”
Sam produced a shit eating grin, tiptoeing out of the room, his movements deliberately exaggerated. Steve leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, a warm smile on his face.
“What?” Bucky asked.
“Nothing,” Steve said, as he pushed off the wall. “Nothing at all.”
Bucky returned to his humming, patting, bouncing routine.
The elevator doors dinged, the little chime sounding like the bells of Notre Dame in the quiet of the room. Bucky spun on his heel, annoyed, ready to curse out whoever woke the kid up in a whisper. Instead, his body language softened, as an exhausted Y/N exited the elevator.
Her eyes were red from crying, her hair wild. She took a couple steps into the room before going still, head tilted as she caught sight of Bucky.
“So this is your little roommate,” Bucky said, attempting to bring light to the situation.
Y/N smirked, shaking her head in amusement. “I see it’s nap time,” she whispered as she approached Bucky.
“Yeah,” Bucky breathed out, closing the gap between them. “Between play time and the ice cream-“
“Ice cream?” Y/N questioned.
Bucky’s muscles went taut. “Oops. It was only a little bit. I swear.”
Y/N put her hands on her hips, acting cross. “Uh huh.”
Bucky let out a small laugh, Y/N joined him as she lifted her arms up. “How are you doing?” Bucky asked as he returned Rosie to her mother.
Y/N kissed Rosie’s forehead, snuggling her close as she answered. “Much better,” she said. “I explained to them that I didn’t have childcare and had no option but to bring her here. They said I can bring her to work until I find something else, which is gonna be awhile.”
“You don’t have anyone to watch her?”
“I had to pull her out of daycare because of the bullying. All the other ones I can afford have waiting lists that are months long. And my usual babysitter had a family emergency. I don’t know when she’ll be back.” She sighed, long, exasperated, the sound of a woman who has done it on her own for far too long.
“Rosie said she didn’t have a dad,” Bucky said.
“Long story,” Y/N replied quickly.
“I know this is none of my business but, what about her grandparents?”
“Again, long story.”
Bucky held his hands up in defeat. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend.”
“I know.”
They stood in silence, both of them watching the sleeping child. Bucky reached up, resting his hand on Rosie’s back. “Rosie’s a sweet kid,” he complimented. “You’ve done a great job with her.”
Y/N’s head popped up, looking at him in disbelief. “You…..you really mean that?”
Bucky nodded definitively. “I do.” He moved his hand so that it laid upon Y/N’s shoulder, letting her know he was being genuine. “She may have spent the day in a tower full of superheroes. But you’re her superhero.”
Y/N heart swelled, for four years, she felt like a failure of a mother. But Bucky’s kind words, they gave her a strength she didn’t even know she had. “Thanks Bucky,” she whispered, hiding her suddenly hot face in Rosie’s hair. “She means everything to me.”
“I know.”
“I need to get her home,” Y/N said, bringing his attention to the clock on the microwave that read 5:15pm. “Let her finish her nap, feed her a healthy dinner to balance out the ice cream,” she joked. She made her way to the elevator, Bucky joining her, pressing the button for her. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Looking forward to it.”
He saw a faint smile as the doors shut around them.
Bucky dug his phone out of his pocket with no hesitation, scrolling with haste and tapping the name hard.
A youthful, accented voice answered. “Sergeant Barnes, how’s my second favorite broken white boy?”
“Hey Shuri, I- wait, second favorite?”
“Ross outranks you.”
“The general?”
“No, Everett!” Shuri corrected. “Anyway, what can I do for you?”
♪ Prompt | Day 30 Bonus #2 If the World Was Ending - JP Saxe feat. Julia Michaels | “You'd come over and you'd stay the night”
♪ Summary | Long distance relationships aren't for the weak.
♪ Warnings + Tags | Fluff, Reader is down so bad, but so is Bucky
♪ Phoenix Chirps | Last bonus of the month 🥹 feels really bitter sweet, but I can't believe I did all of them.
♪ Word Count | 300
| Masterlist ⏯ Event Masterlist |
Bucky Barnes had warned you when you got into a relationship with him that there were going to be long stretches in which he would be gone. You thought yourself resilient enough to handle it. After all, you'd been single for awhile, some space every now and then might be healthy.
Or…so you thought. The problem became when you realized what an actual loving relationship could and should feel like. And every day that passed where you sent messages from a secured phone and waited for a response as a confirmation he was still alive, you felt your resilience waning.
The thing about being loved by Bucky Barnes was that he didn't do it quietly. His love was loud in the confines of your apartment away from prying eyes. And while you never thought physical touch would ever be your love language, it's likely because more worshipful hands had never gently caressed your body. Under the covers, whispered words close to love were said between two people too infatuated to worry about outside of the four walls.
A few days before Bucky promised to be home, your secure phone rang. His voice fuzzy and tired on the other end as he whispered "hi sweetheart."
After pleasantries where he placated you by saying he wasn't in too much danger, he asked what you had planed for when he could see you again.
"You'd come over and you'd stay the night," you whispered, curling around the pillow that still had the ghost of his cologne on it. "And we wouldn't leave this apartment for at least a week."
Bucky chuckled, the clinking of keys barely audible in the background just as you heard the locks of your front door click. "Well I hope you have enough supplies for a week."
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Well, friends, it's a new week of a new month and a new round of drabbles from our four remaining anonymous authors. And we have a new prompt for them, too--though perhaps not entirely unexpected. This week our authors were tasked with the following:
Independence Day!
They were allowed any interpretation of that prompt they wished, be it Steve Rogers' birthday, to July 4th, to a more open interpretation of freedom in general.
You'll find one Mature (for sexual situations) drabble under the cut here; there are three Gen/Teen drabbles at the post here. After reading the drabbles, you'll be given a link to the Google poll where you can tell us which ONE drabble you liked best.
We'll reveal the author of the drabble with the fewest votes at 5pm Friday, New York Time, at which time they'll be awarded their very own Cryofreeze, which features a massive viewing screen so they can easily watch all the fireworks they want!
(Yeah, you know what I mean by fireworks....🤭)
So get your pencils and paper ready for notes... and happy reading!
Drabble #4 - Best Laid Plans
Rating: Mature
Bucky had a plan.
Flowers. Wine. Something resembling romance. Eighty years of missed birthdays deserved at least that much. Right?
Steve was out on the balcony in nothing but dog tags and a grin that had been causing Bucky problems since 1930.
"You gonna declare independence from those pants anytime soon?"
Bucky's plan dissolved completely.
Two strides. Flowers hit the floor. He walked Steve backwards into the railing, vibranium hand curling around his waist, mouth finding his throat.
Steve made a sound that went straight to Bucky's cock.
"Happy birthday, punk," Bucky murmured as the sky lit up above them.
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Fireworks dividers by @thecutestgrotto in this post
Well, friends, it's a new week of a new month and a new round of drabbles from our four remaining anonymous authors. And we have a new prompt for them, too--though perhaps not entirely unexpected. This week our authors were tasked with the following:
Independence Day!
They were allowed any interpretation of that prompt they wished, be it Steve Rogers' birthday, to July 4th, to a more open interpretation of freedom in general.
You'll find three Gen/Teen drabbles under the cut here; a fourth Mature (for sexual situations) drabble can be found here. After reading the drabbles, you'll be given a link to the Google poll where you can tell us which ONE drabble you liked best.
We'll reveal the author of the drabble with the fewest votes at 5pm Friday, New York Time, at which time they'll be awarded their very own Cryofreeze, which features a massive viewing screen so they can easily watch all the fireworks they want!
So get your pencils and paper ready for notes... and happy reading!
Drabble #1 - A Cultural Treasure
Rating: General Audiences
Sam grabbed the remote. “Buck, tonight, you experience a masterpiece.”
Bucky arched his brow. “A masterpiece?”
“A cinematic event,” you replied.
“For once we are going to watch one of the big three instead of fighting them.”
Your brow furrowed, “Big three? Oh, aliens, androids or wizards!”
Sam gave Bucky a look that said, see she gets it.
Bucky stared at the screen, unimpressed.
You and Sam simultaneously burst, “We will not vanish without a fight… Today we celebrate our Independence Day!”
The credits rolled.
“Aliens invade Earth…the solution is… a computer virus?” Bucky deadpanned.
Sam gasped. “Respectfully, shut up.”
Drabble #2 - Land of the Free
Rating: Teen
The Winter Soldier waited until the first explosion of colour filled the sky, then he moved. White flashed bright across the floor.. Blue caught on the barrel of the gun. Red lit the metal of his arm as he raised it.
Silent, steady.
He pulled the trigger just as the sky opened again.
BANG
The shot vanished beneath the fireworks.
The body in front of him crumpled onto the carpet. For a moment he stood there, outlined in borrowed light, watching the colors burst in the dark puddle spilling out across the floor before stepping back.
“Extraction request, target eliminated.”
Drabble #3 – Overrated
Rating: General Audiences
Bucky didn’t like fireworks.
They were too loud. Too bright. They reminded him of bombs during the war. They filled his head with too many bad memories.
He hated how he tensed up over something meant to be beautiful and celebratory.
He hated that he couldn’t watch them with you and be normal.
But you didn’t mind. Not one bit. You just shut the curtains and handed him a pair of noise cancelling headphones when you sat down.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, reaching for your hand.
“I’m not. I promise,” you whispered back. “Because fireworks are overrated.”
Bucky finally smiled.
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Hate fucking with this Bucky. He's so fuckin' insufferable, always blowing smoke in your face, until one day, you're into it
Bucky Barnes x f!reader
Warnings: smut
You hated Bucky with every fiber of your being. He always was so condescending, telling you that you fucked up in some way even if your execution was flawless. He always glared at you whenever you walked by.
So how you ended up riding him while he degrades you is beyond your comprehension. It was probably because you pushed him against the wall after you snapped. Or because he challenged you hundreds of times today, from how many snacks were left to if you should turn right to get to the mall. Or if it was the fact he wouldn't stop blowing smoke in your face whenever you had to walk by. Whatever it was he's pinned beneath you telling you how much you suck at this.
"Shut the fuck up" you ride him harder trying to make him lose his train of thought. It didn't though, he almost looked.....bored. He reached over onto his nightstand grabbing a cigarette, holding you by the hips so he could sit up and light it.
He huffs the smoke in your face, you try to glare at him, but the way you clench around his cock causes him to smirk at you.
"Aww you always bitch and moan about how annoying it is, but here you are clenching around me like a whore all because I blew some smoke at you." You really try to stop yourself but you can't help the shiver that runs through you. If he would just shut up and send more smoke into your lungs you would be able to cum.
He took a long drag of his cigarette before breathing the smoke into your face while saying "fucking slut" you clench around him, body locking up, and vision whiting out. You probably screamed but you're too close to passing out from the smoky air. He painted your insides with hot ropes of his cum. The feeling launching you into overstimulation. Not that he cares, he's flipping you around taking you until you're past the point of overstimulation, just being a blubbering mess.
When he's finally done with you, he walks away grabbing a towel to clean you.
"I hate you so fucking much."
"I know dollface"
You glare at him, but your hate is starting to feel more like love.
Know I'm obsessed with hate fucking, I'll just go hide in a corner now
♪ Prompt | Don’t Speak - No Doubt | “I know what you're thinkin'”
♪ Summary | Secrecy was a necessity bloomed out of too many nosey people in your lives. Yet how can you expect to keep something like THIS a secret?
♪ Warnings + Tags | SMUT, Bucky Barnes being a menace
♪ Phoenix Chirps | And just like that, the June Jukebox Scribbles have come to an end...this one is in the same universe as a January Jumble, and from a WiP I'm work shopping. Thank you to everyone who stuck around 🥹
♪ Word Count | 300
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You couldn't even remember what this stuffy gala was for. Just that your father asked you to dress nicely and show your face so he could seem like the stand-up family man his campaign painted him to be to try to get donors. You would literally rather be doing anything else.
And nearly immediately of you having that thought, your name was whispered in your ear, and a flute of champagne appeared in your eye line.
"Congressman," you remarked softly, taking the glass, a small shiver flowing down your spine as your fingers brushed his.
"I know what you're thinkin'." Bucky said, stepping slightly away to keep a respectful distance, though his eyes roamed your figure.
Making a noncommittal noise as you downed the champagne in one large sip, you handed it back to him. "Coat room, ten minutes."
And exactly ten minutes later, the door to the coat room opened with Bucky's hands enveloping around your waist before you could blink.
"I should come to these galas more often," you giggled, adjusting the cumbersome fabric of your dress so you could wrap your legs around his hips freely.
"You just cause me trouble." Bucky teased, nipping at the hinge of your jaw gently.
Your back hit the wall softly, a cacophony of metal rattling around you as he pressed into you with enough friction to make you gasp.
"That's a much better sound than some beauracrat asking for money."
His hand drifted between your thighs, greedily pushing away the thin cotton of your panties. "I could ask for money if it makes you - fuck - makes you feel better."
"You want some money, sweetheart?" he whispered, long fingers expertly teasing your aching bundle of nerves, teeth grazing your ear lobe to overwhelm your senses. "Or do you want something else?"
Playlist Prompt: Tainted Love - Soft Cell / “I cannot stand the way you tease”
Warnings: Flirting, humor, drinking, reader has little to no filter, Bucky Barnes and his Dyson Air Wrap hair (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 12 of the June Jukebox Scribbles Challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles . ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
“You know, this isn’t really fair,” you said, nodding to Bucky’s bottle. “You can’t get drunk.”
He smirked a little. “Not true. Thor has that stuff that can knock me on my ass.”
“Bet you’re a sloppy drunk,” you joked, knowing he’d still manage to look graceful if he fell on his face. “Or a tease.”
He put a hand on his chest. “I would never tease.”
You blinked twice. “Um, I’ve worked with you for three months, and you tease all the time,” you said, pointing a finger at him. “In fact, I cannot stand the way you tease.”
He ran a hand through his hair, his blue eyes sparkling. “Exactly how do I tease?”
You gaped at him. Bloody and beaten or well rested, it didn’t matter. He was a tease by existing. He woke up every day and chose violence on you and your pussy.
“That right there! Your hair. Always tousling it like you’re about to pose for some slutty book cover.”
The corner of his lip tugged. “Slutty book cover?”
“And walking around in your smedium tops like Steve,” you said. You couldn’t blame it on the alcohol since you didn’t have that much to drink. “Showing off your muscles and tiddies.”
He snorted into his drink. “Smedium? Tiddies?”
“And your gorgeous bedroom eyes,” you continued, making the mistake of looking right into them. “And you’re so… wonderful.”
He looked surprised… and touched.
“It kinda sounds like you like me,” he said, his voice soft.
Your throat went dry. Of course, you liked him. But you didn’t want to confess like that.
Not tonight.
You cleared your throat. “I think you should finish your drink.”
He did so with his eyes on you. “This conversation isn’t over.”
Why did you have to open your mouth?
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AN: To wind up #JuneJukeboxScribbles by @societynsoelsscribbles, for day 30 I’m heading back to the OTP for some more fluff with little shit Steve Rogers and sweet nerd Bucky Barnes.
Today’s prompt is a swap out of Don’t stop believing by Journey.
Unbeta’d. Banner by me and divider by @firefly-graphics
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Relationship: Artist! Steve Rogers x Engineer! Bucky Barnes x Female reader.
Word count: 300
CW: Fluff, Slice of life, Bucky Barnes - Tolkien fan
Three hours ago, you’d left the house to go shopping. As you’d been leaving, Bucky had been convincing Steve to watch The Return of the King and now, as you were setting down your bags, you realised they were still watching it. “Whoa! The movie never ends.”
Steve lifted his head up from Bucky’s shoulder. “You’re telling me. It goes on and on and on and on. Ow!” He pouted as he rubbed at his arm where Bucky had smacked it. And Bucky? Well he was scowling in the most adorable manner.
“Do not malign one of the best films ever made.”
“But do we have to watch the extended edition?” Steve whined.
“What’s the point in not watching it?”
You leant against the wall watching them and trying not to giggle, which you completely failed at when Bucky turned his gaze to you. “Cali. Come over here. Need you to back me up.”
You walked forward, allowing yourself to be drawn down into his lap, but you were still giggling and shaking your head.
“No can do, Buckaroo,” you said with a smile as you ran your fingers through his hair. “I’ll sit and watch the rest with you, but I’m not getting involved in the debate.”
His arms tightened around you, drawing you closer as he grumbled into your neck. “Better than nothin’ I suppose.”
You sniggered again then shifted your legs across Steve’s lap. Immediately, without being asked, he picked up one of your feet and started to massage it, making you moan and slump against Bucky. Who shusshed you. “This is the emotional bit,” he stated as he pointed at the screen.
You glanced at Steve, knowing the laughter in his eyes was echoed in your own, before snuggling down.
Hii! I have a thought, why do I feel like Bucky may love Top Gun and watches it on repeat only for wife!reader to get annoyed by it
Until she watches it with him 😂 and realizes that Bucky is Goose or something
But Bucky claims he’s Maverick 😌
Maverick Or Goose -> Bucky Barnes/Winter Solider
Pairings-> Husband!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader
Summary-> Bucky watches Top Gun on repeat and he thinks he’s like Maverick, but you don’t think he is and you think he’s more like Goose.
Warnings-> Fluff, language, kissing, pet names
A/N-> Thank you for the lovely request, anon🩵
A/N 2-> I’ve never watched any of the Top Gun movies. I Googled what Maverick and Goose are like. I apologize if I get anything wrong.
Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes
Header made by my friend / divider made by me
GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator
You made the mistake of suggesting that you and Bucky should watch the Top Gun movies during movie night a few weeks ago. At first, he seemed to not like the movies, but as the movies went on, he slowly started to like them. Again, that was a few weeks ago. Now, Bucky watches the movies on repeat when he’s not busy and you always get sucked into it. You love watching movies with your husband. You really do, but you wish that he’d watch a few different movies before rewatching the Top Gun movies for the hundredth time in a row.
Can you guess what you and Bucky are doing right now? You guessed it. Watching the Top Gun movies yet again. Bucky suggested it as soon as you two got home from dinner. You could say no and tell him that you don’t want to watch the Top Gun movies again, but at the time, you can’t, because Bucky finally found a movie he likes and you don’t want to ruin that for him. You love that he has a favorite movie, but does it really need to be watched on repeat?
You and Bucky are comfortable on the couch. Your legs are resting across his lap. Bucky’s fingers traced patterns on your skin as he watched the movie. You, on the other hand, are on your phone. You did start watching the movie with him, but almost halfway through it, you got bored with it and decided to get on your phone.
“Doll, you’re gonna miss it!” Bucky exclaims, softly and rapidly tapping your leg.
“I know what happens in the movie, babe.” You say, not looking up from your phone.
Bucky looks over at you to see that you’re on your phone instead of watching the movie with him. He snatches your phone from you and puts it in his pocket.
“Hey! Give it back!” You whined, reaching for your phone.
“No. You’re watching the movie with me.” He says, putting his hand over the pocket that your phone is in.
“I’ve already seen this movie like a hundred times.” You say.
“Then you can see it a hundred more times.” He says.
You playfully narrowed your eyes at him and crossed your arms and pouted.
“You’re cute when you do that.” Bucky compliments.
He leans over and kisses your pouty lips softly.
“Don’t try to compliment your way out of this, James.” You say.
“Aww, c’mon. Don’t act like that, doll face.” He playfully coos, playfully booping your nose.
You giggled and swatted his hand away. Then you repositioned yourself on the couch so your cuddling him and his arm is protectively wrapped around you.
“Can I have my phone back when the movie is over?” You asked.
“I’ll think about it.” He jokes.
You looked up at him, playfully narrowing your eyes at him again.
“I’m kidding, babydoll! Of course you can have it back when the movie is over.” He says.
Bucky kisses your forehead before putting his focus back on the movie. You and Bucky cuddled as the movie played.
“I think I’m like Maverick.” Bucky says after a little bit.
You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.
“What?” You asked.
“I think I’m like Maverick.” He says again.
“What’s making you think that, babe?” You asked.
“Just like Maverick, I take risks.” He says.
“You don’t take risks anymore.” You say.
“I do too.” He says.
“You used to, but you don’t anymore.” You say.
“I can give you a whole lists of risks I took.” He says.
“You can, but you and I both know that you haven’t taken any risks since before we got married.” You say.
Bucky opens his mouth and then closes it, knowing you’re right.
“See, I told you.” You say.
Bucky grumbles softly.
“I think you’re more like Goose.” You say.
“What’s making you think that?” Bucky asks.
“You’ve been playing missions safe since after we got married. Your main concern is always me. You’re always grounded. Goose is like that.” You say.
Bucky thought about it for a moment. Now that he thinks about it, you’re right. Ever since you and Bucky got married, he’s been playing everything safe. He always makes sure you’re safe and protected before going on missions. He’s always grounded.
“You’re right. I am those things.” He says.
“There’s nothing wrong with being those things. I absolutely love it when you play it safe on missions. It makes me worry less.” You say.
Bucky smiles, knowing you’re right. He kisses you softly and then leans his forehead against yours, gazing deeply into your eyes.
TW explicit sexual content (no explicit anatomy is mentioned as per usual, but it’s still very explicit!) pegging/strap-on, fem!reader, sub! Bucky, praise kink, established relationship.
I simply cannot ignore @starsinmay ‘s comment on the Pillow Princess Bucky post (this could be a one shot, could also be a part two to the linked post) 🫶
The strap was already in him, and Bucky Barnes looked like he was liking the twenty-first century more and more with each thrust.
He was on his back beneath you, thighs spread around your hips, one hand gripping the pillow above his head, the metal one curled tight in the sheets. His face was flushed, lips parted, eyes unfocused every time you rocked forward and pushed in deep.
He had been so… hesitant when you first brought pegging up.
He wasn’t exactly disgusted or offended. Just… flustered.
He had been sitting on the edge of the bed with his hair loose around his face, looking down at the harness in your hands like you had shown him alien technology.
“People do this now?” he had asked, voice low with embarrassment, his cheeks slightly red.
You had shrugged, trying not to smile too much. “People have always done it. We just… talk about it more now.”
His ears had gone pink. “Oh.”
Still, he was curious enough to try, and trusted you to be the one to do it to him.
That was how he ended up like this, shaking under you, breath punching out of his chest every time your hips met his. It was too much and not enough at once. Too intimate, too filthy, too vulnerable. It was a new kind of pleasure for him; a new sensation he couldn’t grit his teeth through.
Fuck, it made him melt.
You leaned over him, one hand braced beside his head, the other sliding up his chest to feel the frantic beat of his heart.
“Still with me?” you whispered.
Bucky nodded, frantic and wrecked.
His voice barely worked. “Yeah.”
You kissed his jawline and moved again, slow and deep, watching his mouth fall open to give way to a silent gasp.
“There,” you murmured. “That’s it. Taking it so well, baby.”
His eyes squeezed shut.
“Nuh-uh,” You kissed the corner of his mouth. “Don’t hide from me now.”
He opened them again, glassy now, and the sight went down to your core. Big, dangerous Bucky Barnes, the former Winter Soldier, your overprotective stubborn boyfriend, laid out beneath you and trembling because you had a strap-on in him and he liked it.
He liked it so much it almost startled him.
You could see it in the way his brow pinched, in the way his throat worked around words he couldn’t get out. His hips kept lifting to meet you even when his face burned with embarrassment.
“You’re so pretty like this,” you breathed.
He made a broken gasp and turned his face into your palm when you cupped his cheek.
“Don’t,” he rasped.
“Don’t what?”
His lashes fluttered. “Say stuff like that.”
You smiled and rolled your hips harder.
Bucky choked.
“Why?” you whispered. “Because it makes you needier?”
His metal hand twisted in the sheet until the fabric tore.
You kissed him before he could be embarrassed by it.
It was messy and filthy, his mouth open under yours, breath shaky against your tongue. You kept the rhythm steady while you kissed him, fucking him slow enough that he had to feel every slick drag, every deep grind.
Then your hand slid down between you and wrapped around him.
“Oh—fuck.”
There he was. A real word at last, torn out of him like a confession.
You hummed against his mouth, stroking him in time with your hips.
His head tipped back into the pillow.
“Too much?” you asked softly.
He shook his head immediately, almost panicked.
“No. No, don’t—” His voice cracked, and he swallowed hard. “Don’t stop.”
You kissed his throat. And you weren’t planning on stopping till you finished the job.
You kept him pinned under your weight, kept the strap buried deep while your hand worked him, dragging every last bit of pride out of him. Bucky stopped trying to be quiet as pretty sounds started slipping out of him anyway: rough gasps, breathless little groans, your name broken into a million pieces.
He looked ruined and flushed and sweaty and shaking, mouth wet from your kisses, hair stuck to his forehead, body helplessly chasing both your hips and your hand. He held onto your waist like he needed you more than oxygen,
“You’re okay,” you whispered. “I’ve got you.”
His eyes found yours.
“Feels…” He stopped, teeth chattering.
“I know.”
He shook his head, desperate now, trying again. “Feels so—”
You pushed in deep, and the rest of the sentence disappeared.
His body bowed under you, thighs tightening hard around your hips. You kissed him through it, swallowed the helpless noise that left him, kept moving until he shattered completely beneath you.
Bucky came apart with your name in his mouth and his hands locked on you, shaking so hard the bed creaked under both of you. You slowed your hips but didn’t pull away, working him through it until he was trembling too much to take anymore, streaks of white painting his stomach and yours.
Only then did you stop.
You kissed his cheek, his nose, then the corner of his mouth.
“There you go,” you whispered. “I’ve got you.”
For a long moment, he couldn’t answer.
He just dragged you down against him, arms wrapping around you, face buried against your neck. His body was hot and wrecked and utterly surrendered beneath you.
You stroked his hair away from his damp forehead.
“You okay?”
Bucky nodded against your shoulder.
Then, barely audible, ruined beyond repair, Bucky whispered, “Wanna do that again.”
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Authors note:June Jukebox Scribbles event
June 21st - Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace / “I can't escape this hell,
So many times I've tried, But I'm still caged inside ”
Warnings: none
Word Count: 373
Summary: while the children of Wakanda see the White Wolf, Bucky still sees only the Winter Soldier
Dividers by @/saradika-graphics
EVENT MASTERLIST
"White Wolf! White Wolf!”
Bucky sighed and shook his head, but he was already turning around.
Within seconds, small feet came charging across the little yard in front of his hut, a pair of arms wrapped around Bucky's leg. A bunch of kids with shiny eyes and white pearly teeth bounced around him, all talking over one another, while the smallest of them held up a wooden horse with a missing leg.
"Play with us, White Wolf!”
“Carry me!"
"I asked first!"
"No, me!"
Leaning against the doorway, you didn't even bother hiding your smile.
Not a minute later, the broad shouldered, grumpy super soldier was on all fours in the grass, one giggling boy on his back, tiny heels nudging Bucky's sides as though steering a horse.
"Faster, White Wolf!" the boy shouted, pointing across the yard. "We can't let those traitors escape!"
Bucky lurched into a gallop, the children shrieked with laughter as they scattered across the yard, and you laughed so hard your sides hurt.
"You're good with children," you said later while repairing the fence bordering the fields later that afternoon. "They adore you."
Bucky drove another nail into the weathered wood.
"They don't know me."
His answer came so quietly you almost missed it.
"If they did..." He paused, staring at the hammer in his hand. "They'd be afraid."
You set your own hammer aside.
"They look at me like I'm good," he continued and you could see a muscle tick in his jaw. "But I'm not."
"Bucky..."
He exhaled slowly and looked at you.
“I can't escape this hell. So many times I've tried, but I'm still caged inside and nothing can change that.”
An excited shriek split the quiet.
"There he is!"
Three kids barreled into Bucky, almost sending him stumbling into the grass. Tiny hands tugged at his clothes, proudly presenting the wooden toy he'd repaired in the morning.
"Our White Wolf fixed it!"
“White Wolf is the best,” another small voice echoed and then they were gone as quickly as they had come.
"I think they know you better than you know yourself," you placed your hand on his shoulder.
He didn't answer.
"You've been set free, White Wolf. Don't build yourself another cage."
summary: After another exhausting day working as Congressman Barnes' assistant, all you want is a cup of tea and a quiet evening with your grandfather's old radio. What you don't expect is a love confession hidden between the static and the music.
warnings: tooth rotting fluff, mutual pining, Bucky navigating modern dating with old-fashioned courtship, soft Bucky.
a/n: I've been dealing with a terrible writer's block lately, but this idea came to me after listening to one particular song from my childhood about someone calling the radio to dedicate a song to the girl they're in love with, this is a very common courtship method in Mexico, or at least it used to be before YouTube and Spotify came to us lol | thank you @kileyking for clarifying some questions I had regarding that and thank you @herejustforbuckybarnes & @buckysdecaflove for beta reading this. ᝰ.ᐟ dividers by @sister-lucifer
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You let out a long, weary sigh as you finally pushed open the door to your apartment, kicking off your heels. Another sixteen-hour day as Congressman Barnes' assistant had left you thoroughly drained. Your brain was still spinning with draft speeches, policy briefs and scheduling conflicts.
But it was a good kind of tired. The kind that came from working for someone who actually wanted to make a change, someone who definitely made the long hours feel worthwhile… someone who made your heart do ridiculous little flips every time he smiled at you.
You shook your head, trying to banish the image of Bucky's soft blue eyes and the way his voice dropped to that low, warm register when he spoke to you after everyone else had gone home. It was hopeless, really. You'd had a crush on him for months now, ever since you started working for him. You convinced yourself it was just professional admiration, but late nights alone in the office had a way of making feelings impossible to ignore.
You padded into your small kitchen, filling the kettle for tea. Your apartment was cozy, filled with mismatched furniture and stacks of books, but your favorite thing was the vintage radio sitting on the windowsill. It had been your grandfather's and you've grown up listening to it with him, learning to love the crackle and hiss, the way the music seemed to surprise you with every new song.
You reached over and turned the dial, letting the familiar static fill your quiet apartment. It was your nightly ritual, a small comfort after long days. You hummed along as a commercial for a local diner played, then another for a car dealership.
You were about to head to the bathroom to change when the smooth voice of the DJ, Frankie, cut through the air.
"Alright, folks, we've got a very special dedication coming up tonight. I'm telling you, this one's a real old-school romance, the kind that will make you believe in love letters and slow dances."
You paused, a smile tugging at your lips. You loved dedications. There was something so wonderfully old-fashioned about them, so personal in an increasingly impersonal world.
The crackle of a record filled the air, and then the voice of Louis Armstrong began to sing. You recognized it immediately, your breath catching in your throat.
"I'm confessing that I love you, babe.
Tell me, do you love me too?"
It was your favorite song. The one your grandfather used to play on Sunday mornings, the one you'd secretly always imagined a future love might dedicate to you someday.
You leaned against the kitchen counter, closing your eyes and letting the music wash over you. The saxophone, the gentle piano, Louis' velvet voice wrapping around every word like a warm embrace.
"Am I guessing that you love me? Mm
Dreaming dreams of you in vain? Oh
I'm confessing that I love you over again."
The song faded out, and you sighed ready to head to the bathroom. But then Frankie's voice returned.
"That was the one and only Louis Armstrong, a classic for a classic request. And that request came from a gentleman who wanted to send a little message to a very special lady."
Your heart skipped. You didn't know why, it was just a dedication, probably for someone else entirely.
"He says," Frankie continued, clearing his throat. "To my favorite person, who stays late, works hard and has a smile that makes the long nights a little shorter. This one's for you. Hope you like it as much as I do. And signs as J.B."
Your knees felt weak, and you had to grab the counter to steady yourself.
No. It couldn't be.
Your favorite song? A message signed with "J.B."?
Your mind raced, flashing through every late night in the office, every time Bucky had brought you coffee, every lingering glance, every soft smile. The way he always asked about your day, the way he remembered little details you've mentioned weeks ago. The way he told you to call him Bucky when it was just the two of you, the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the room.
Your phone buzzed on the counter, the screen lighting up. The name on your screen made your heart stutter.
Congressman Barnes.
You answered on the second ring, your voice was barely a whisper. "Hello?"
"Hey." His voice was that same low, warm rumble you heard every day, but there was something different now. "By any chance, were you listening to the radio?"
You could hear the nervousness in his voice and it made your chest ache in the most wonderful way.
"I… yes," you breathed, sinking onto your small couch. "Bucky, that was… did you really…"
"Did I really dedicate a song to you on the radio?" he finished, a soft laugh escaping him. "Yeah, yeah, I did."
"But how did you… how did you know it was my favorite song? How did you even know I listen to that station?"
"I pay attention," he said simply. "I pay attention to you, I notice the little things, like the way you hum along when you think no one's listening, or how you always turn on your radio when you think I'm not watching. I notice everything about you."
You felt tears prick at your eyes, hot and unexpected. "Bucky…"
"Look, I know it's old-fashioned," he continued, and you could picture him running his hand through his hair, a nervous habit you've noticed a hundred times. "I know I should've just said something in person, but… I wanted to do it right, and make it special. You deserve special."
"It is special," you whispered. "It's the most special thing anyone's ever done for me."
"Really?"
"Really." You laughed, a wet happy sound. "You dedicated my favorite song to me on the radio. That's… that's like something out of a movie."
"Good." You could hear the smile in his voice now. "Because I meant every word of it, you know. Every single word."
There was a pause, and you could hear him take a breath.
"So," he said softly, "did you like the song?"
You smiled, curling up on your couch, the radio still playing softly in the background. "I loved it," you admitted. "But I think I loved the message even more."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
There was another pause. Then, "Can I see you? I mean, not right now, it's late, but… tomorrow? Maybe for coffee? Or dinner? Whatever you want, I just…"
"I'd love that," you interrupted, your heart soaring. "I'd love to see you. I'd love to do anything with you."
You heard him exhale, a breath of pure relief. "Good. That's… real good."
You talked for another hour, the conversation flowing easily, filled with soft laughter. When you finally hung up, your cheeks hurt from smiling, and your heart felt so full it might burst.
You lay back on your couch, listening to the radio, and let yourself daydream about the next day. About Bucky and the beautiful thing that was finally beginning… and somewhere across the city, Bucky was doing the exact same thing, a smile on his face that hadn't been there in years.
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Summary: You get to the homestead and figure out your new life with your Mountain Man.
Content warning: Language, mountain man Bucky, flufffff.
Part 2/2
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You sat on the wooden cart that Bucky steered, pointing out many things like types of trees, mountain ranges, birds, and trail markers. You had no idea how he managed to find his way to and from his cabin, but he did on the small dirt path. You saw deer grazing in the forest along with small critters like squirrels and chipmunks, lots of birds, and an eagle was seen flying over.
"I've never seen so much wildlife." You said, looking around.
Bucky looked over and smiled.
"Just you wait." Before he guided Thunder down another path.
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You had made it to the cabin at dusk so there was just enough light to see it. It was a quaint brown two-storey cabin with a porch on it and a few stairs leading up to the front door.
"It's not much but it's home." Bucky said from behind you.
He seemed nervous and shy at showing you, his home.
"I like it."
You assured him before he escorted you to the door and opened it. You looked around the inside of the rustic cabin and smiled to yourself.
A large stone fireplace took up one side of the cabin with two large chairs and another small love seat. The kitchen was in the same room, and it had pine cupboards, a small icebox, sink with what looked to be a water pump, and a worktable. A small table and chairs were off to the side, and the pine floor had a few rugs placed on it.
"There's more." Bucky walked by, waving you down a small hallway towards a staircase which you climbed.
"Um, these are spare rooms."
He opened the two wood doors that were empty except for a crate and a few supplies.
"And here is a guest room. I figured you would want to stay here so I got a bed and some things you may be comfortable with. My sister helped me."
You smiled at the small wrought iron bed near the window. It had what looked like a red and white handmade quilt on it and a few pillows. It wasn't like your other bed in the city, but it looked comfortable enough.
"And the other room?"
"It's mine."
You walked to it and opened it, peeking in.
The bed was large; hand carved from wood posts and had a blue and white quilt on it. A large wood dresser was off to the side and there were white curtains hung in the windows. It was basic, but clean and organized.
You headed back down the stairs and stood in a hallway.
"The outhouse is through there." Bucky pointed to the end of the hall where a door was.
You peeked outside and saw a small wood shack a few steps away.
"Oh?" You had never used one before and were curious.
"In here is a bathing room. I have a tub and sink, but no indoor plumbing...yet. I hope it's going to be enough for you."
Bucky was starting to panic you were going to turn around and demand to be taken back to town due to his lack of plumbing.
"It's fine. I've never used this kind of set up before, but I'm looking forward to it." You patted his arm to reassure him.
He seemed to relax at your touch.
"Come on, let me show you the barn."
He walked you outside to a large red building and opened the wood sliding door. You carefully stepped in and looked around, noting the distinct smell of the animals, hay, and horses that prickled your nose.
You spotted the stall where two horses poked their heads out and watched you. You looked beyond the barn and saw a small pen with a few goats standing around.
Everything was neat and tidy and in its place. Bucky walked you through the building where you tip toed around the debris on the ground. You made a note you would need new shoes the next time you were in town.
"Come on and have a look at the chickens."
You followed Bucky into another small enclosure with wire around it. The chickens were walking around and pecking the ground; some were flapping their wings as you got near.
You had never been near farm animals before, so you were a little hesitant.
Bucky watched you look around the barn area and had to hide a smirk. Your eyes were wide as you took in your surroundings. You seemed to like the horses and were curious about the goats but seemed a little unsure about the chickens.
"They look scary, but they run from you if you get close. The hens are over there." He pointed to an enclosed shack where you heard clucking.
"I'll show you how to collect eggs." He said, walking you back to the cabin.
"And the cows? Where do they sleep?"
Bucky hid a chuckle and said, "They're out on a pasture."
"So, they don't come back and sleep here?" You pointed to the barn.
"Not really. I'll bring them by when I move them, but they stay out."
"In all weather?"
"Yes, but when it's cold, they stay in and near the main barn."
"I see."
You had no idea they didn't come back to the barn every night.
You walked back to the cabin and entered it.
"I'll get your trunk."
Bucky walked out leaving you alone. You inspected a few more things in the main room when you saw Bucky bring the trunk inside. He hefted it over the threshold and carried it up to the guest room.
You watched him easily maneuver the bulky trunk with ease.
He was so strong.
"There." He said, brushing his hands together.
"I'll let you get settled while I take Thunder back to the barn and rest him."
"Ok."
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You unpacked a little, placing your things in the small dresser that was in your room.
You peeked out the window and watched Bucky in the barn, gently brush down Thunder before he handed him an apple, and guided him inside for the night.
You smiled and closed the curtains, pleased with your decision on coming out west.
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The following morning, you awoke, slightly disoriented, but it all came back to you. You were living with Bucky at his mountain cabin. You stretched and sighed, looking around the darkened room. You hadn't heard any noise from across the hall, which made you blush.
You were living with a man you wrote letters to! It was only a few months ago and you were in the city, working and now you're here. You decided to attempt to make breakfast for Bucky as a thank you to him and what he has done as well as to familiarize yourself with your new life.
You had no idea what he liked, what time he rose, and how long it took to make anything, but you were determined to try and figure things out for yourself.
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You wandered into the small kitchen and saw there was butter, flour, salt, and a little sugar. You decided to make some biscuits to go along with the eggs and ham that were in the ice box.
"Why did I do this?" You muttered, not really knowing how to make biscuits.
You have only ever tried once and it was a disaster in a regular kitchen, let alone a primitive one. You think you figured the recipe out, so you managed to form a dough ball and cut it into circles with using a glass as a cutter, placing them on a tray.
"So, what if they're lumpy and slightly lopsided."
You opened the oven and placed them in, closing the heavy door and making a note on the time. You huffed a breath which moved a stray hair off your face while you cleaned the worktable you used.
You had the biscuits baking in the oven which you were almost certain it was heated to the correct temperature when you saw Bucky walk in.
"Morning."
"Good morning."
You blushed seeing him in a shirt and brown pants and socks on his feet. You stood watching him wander the cabin and walk to the table you stood behind.
"Uh, what's that smell?"
"Oh! My biscuits!"
You quickly turned and opened the oven door, smoke wafting from it.
"Crud."
You peeked in and saw the tray of biscuits were burned. You were distracted by Bucky.
"It's ok."
Bucky quickly grabbed the poker and brought the tray out, waving the smoke from his face.
"I didn't think the oven was set properly..."
You felt bad you wasted his ingredients and burned the biscuits.
"It's ok. This is a temperamental thing anyways."
Bucky discreetly adjusted the oven dial from raging hot furnace to a more manageable temperature. You fidgeted with your hands as he looked over the burned biscuits.
"I'm impressed actually."
Bucky poked at the charred remains.
"Oh? Why's that?"
"Well, you somehow burned them so badly, they're still raw on the inside..."
He chuckled, cracking the burned dough from the. He dusted them off, and placed them on a new pan.
"See?"
He put them back into the oven to cook again.
"I'll show you a way to get the stove just so, so everything cooks properly."
Bucky showed you the right temperature, how to use the large cast iron skillets that weighed a ton, and when to time things out so they are ready at the same time.
"But I don't expect you to cook for me."
"Oh?"
What man did you know where he didn't expect a woman to cook for him.
"Really, Y/n. I mean it's nice and I appreciate the thought, I really do, but I've been survivin' here all by myself and have come to enjoy making meals. I'll show you some things, and we can make meals together."
You saw the tips of his ears turn pink which made you smile.
"I'd like that."
You were relieved he didn't expect you to cook at all hours of the day. Especially since you weren't good at it but you were determined to learn.
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"I'm heading out to check on the cattle and fence lines. I'll be back in a few hours, so if you wanted to head to the barns to pat the horses, or if you're feeling brave you can collect eggs from the coop, that would be ok."
"Oh, right, yes."
"You just reach in and get the eggs. It'll be one of the easiest things you can do here if you want to try it and if not, I'll show you after." Bucky assured you.
You had no idea how you were going to 'collect eggs', but you were going to figure it out. You didn't want Bucky disappointed with you. You wanted to show him you were cut out for this life, and you could handle it.
You saw Bucky put on his boots, grab his rifle belt, and place his hat on his head while he stood at the door.
"Now, if you are going to explore, I suggest staying close to the cabin. Please try and not hurt yourself while I'm back and watch out for animals of all kinds."
Bucky winked at you before he turned and left the house making you chuckle after him.
"I'll be fine, what kind of trouble can I get into anyways?"
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Turns out, you can get into trouble on a homestead without someone watching you. It's that easy.
You stood in the corner of the chicken pen, holding a small bucket in front of you that you were going to use to collect the eggs. The chickens had other plans for you as they backed you into the corner, surrounding you.
"Move, shoo!" You shook your leg at them.
The chickens, feathery balls of evil that they were, clucked at you and pecked the ground, charging towards you, seeming to mock you.
"I'm serious, I'll...I'll..."
You looked around but found nothing to grab or wave at them. You saw a pitchfork leaning against the barn and scowled at it. If only you saw that before you ventured to the chicken coop, you wouldn't be in this mess.
You managed to wiggle your way from the corner and shift yourself towards the hens, finally getting away from the other chickens.
You opened the coop and saw the hens were sitting on their nests.
"Hello."
You wiped a few stray hairs from your face.
The hens watched you with their beady eyes while you made your way to them.
"Please be gentle, please be gentle." You repeated, hovering your hand over a hen but you stopped.
"So...you need to move." You said to the brown hen.
She looked at you and clucked, not doing anything.
"Ok..."
You peeked around her and saw a few eggs from the nest next to her.
"Just going to...get...these..." You reached around her and grabbed the eggs, placing them in your small bucket.
"Ha!" You said, startling the hens.
They squawked and flapped their wings, which startled you, and caused you to fall over from the flying feathers.
"Calm down!"
But they didn't, they ran around and fluttered their wings, darting in all directions.
You flailed from the ground of the straw lined coop.
"I swear to god..." You muttered.
You weren't one to cuss, but you were close to it.
You looked at your measly three eggs and winced. Two were broken with leaky yolks, and you're certain the other has a crack in the brown shell.
"Darn it."
You got up and brushed yourself off, straightening your dress and hair. More strands of it have escaped the pins you put them in, which only added to the wildness of the situation. You snatched the bucket and decided to call it a day with the chickens.
Bucky did say he was going to show you things, you were just too eager to wait for him. You wandered to the barns and saw the two horses peeking out from their stalls.
You went over and greeted them, petting their necks which made you smile and calm down from the feather demons.
They seemed content with your pats, so you left and headed to the porch.
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Bucky could hardly contain his smile as he checked over the cattle, then the fence line. You were here, living with him on his homestead and he couldn't have been happier. He had to fight the urge the night before from getting up and sneaking over to your room to make sure you were real and really sleeping there.
He chuckled to himself when he saw you in his kitchen in the morning, looking flustered and proud of yourself. He should have told you about the oven, but he didn't expect you to make him breakfast on your first morning with him.
He didn't get you here to cook and clean for him, although part of the chores, he can help you with those the same as you can help him with the animals.
He spotted a small purple wildflower near a fence, so he got off Thunder and went to pick it. He's certain it will brighten your day, as he tucked it into his saddlebag.
He rode Thunder around the pasture, making sure the cattle were ok, then he headed back to the barns to see what you were up to.
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The sun had come out and was strong for the early summer day. You sat on the porch and sighed, leaning back in the rocking chair.
"Did I make the right decision?" You said to yourself.
You looked out from the porch and watched the land, listening to the birds and critters around you. It was beautiful here, taking in the view. Bucky had positioned his cabin just so, so you had a view of the green fir trees, mountains, and small creek that ran through it. You watched the scenery and the clouds pass by, and at some point, you might have dozed off because you woke to a scratching sound.
"Oh!" You said, watching the little creature at the other end of the porch.
"A raccoon!"
He was climbing the wood pile that was neatly stacked.
"Hello."
He made some chortling noises, stopping to look at you. You ran inside and got a small biscuit from the morning, placing it in your pocket. You saw he was still sitting there when you took the biscuit from your pocket and tore a few small pieces from it, tossing it over to the creature.
He watched you, seeing where the pieces landed, scurrying over to them, and snatching them from the ground. He held them in his little black paws, and it was like he was waiting for more.
"Here you go." You smiled, pleased he took the last scraps and left.
You chuckled at his retreating back as he scurried into the woods.
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You heard hooves approach, so you stood on the porch and watched Bucky ride back from the pasture.
It was hard to contain your wide smile at seeing the handsome man on top of Thunder, racing towards you.
He was smiling and seemed happy just as you were.
"Everything ok?" He asked, getting off Thunder and taking a few steps towards you.
"Yes."
He reached in his shirt pocket and pulled out a purple flower.
"For you." He handed you the wildflower.
You took it and inspected it, leaning in to smell it.
"Thanks." You blushed hard.
You refrained from telling him about your raccoon friend and the fact that you broke three eggs and got cornered by some angry fowl.
"Let me get Thunder's saddle off and I'll show you around some more."
You followed him to the barn and watched as he cooled down the horse. You learned all about the saddle and the name of its parts. You had no idea there were so many bits and pieces that made up a saddle, but it made sense since they needed to fit secure and snug, but comfortable for the horses.
Bucky showed you how to brush Thunder, and what he preferred for his feed and snacks before he placed him in his stall.
"Are you hungry?" He asked.
You nodded and you both went to the cabin to have some lunch.
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"I like to leave a few buckets around just in case you forget them."
Bucky pointed to a small bucket next to the water pump.
"If you need any water for the animals, it'll come from here."
He reached down and showed you how to prime the pump, then use it so the water would come out from the spout.
"You try."
He stepped back and gestured to the metal contraption. You eyed it but copied what he did, moving the pump up and down.
"I'm doing it!"
You were happy something was going right, until it didn't.
The water quickly turned brown and squirted all over, sputtering and spraying you in the process.
You felt a large set of arms come around you and gently ease you back from the wayward spout.
"Huh, didn't see that coming."
Bucky took out a small handkerchief from his back pocket and handed it to you so you could wipe your face. You were drenched from the water; your hair was ruined as was your dress and you're pretty sure you look like a drowned rat. You handed him back his handkerchief and sighed.
"I'm ok, really. It's just water so it'll dry."
You reached down and rang out your skirt, brushing some dirt from it.
I really need to invest in some pants and boots.
"I guess this is a good time as any to learn how to do the laundry."
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Bucky felt bad you were drenched from his finnicky water pump and had to avert his eyes from your dress that clung to every inch of your body. He almost swallowed his tongue from seeing your curves on display and was glad there wasn't anyone else around he would need to shield you from.
"Are you sure you're ok?" He asked.
"I'm fine really. The sun is warm now, so let's continue the tour."
You pointed to the barn and another small shed.
"Ok."
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You walked alongside Bucky and he pointed out all the access points to the property.
"You should watch the raccoons though. They can be tricky and if you get one, then more will follow and they can be quite destructive. I've been trying to trap them to relocate them, but it's been no use."
You went still at his words while he described all the ways they have been a nuisance to him.
"Are you ok?" He asked, looking at you.
"Uh, yes, I'm fine." You said, fidgeting with your fingers.
Bucky didn't seem to buy it though and raised his eyebrows up in question.
"Ok, well...about that...."
"Oh?"
"I kind of sort of fed one...this morning..."
His eyes went big.
"While you were away earlier. I saw it on the wood pile...I thought of a name for him and everything..."
You pointed to the porch and Bucky groaned, running a hand over his face.
"I'm sorry...I just saw it and Rocky looked hungry and..."
"Rocky?"
"The raccoon."
Bucky groaned and said, "Wait, he looked hungry?"
"Y-yeah...hungry...and he ate the last biscuit I tossed...running over that way..."
Bucky followed your outstretched arm and narrowed his eyes on the small path. He KNEW those little jerks were coming onto his land and messing with things.
"I'm sorry..." A quiet voice stopped his scowling and thoughts on destroying them.
He relaxed his face and chuckled. "It's ok, you didn't know."
"I'll try to shoo him away next time." You insisted. Bucky smiled at your determination.
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You turned around and headed out behind the barn and before Bucky could say anything, you stumbled, falling into a heap of straw.
"Oh!" You were on the ground, staring up into the bright blue sky.
"Y/n!"
Bucky came up to you and knelt, assessing you.
"Are you ok?"
"I think so. What am I lying on? It stinks."
You squirmed around a little.
"Um...it's the manure pile from the barn."
Your eyes widened in shock at learning what you were lying in.
"Oh my gosh!"
You scrambled to stand, brushing your dress frantically but it was no use, it was already ruined from your earlier tasks. From the earlier water explosion to this, you were officially covered in dirt from head to toe while Bucky helped you compose yourself.
"I think I can show you how to draw that bath now..."
You looked up at him and saw he was fighting a smile which made you smile, then start to laugh, with him finally joining you.
You had never been this clumsy in your entire life.
"Oh my gosh, you must think I'm a complete ninny."
Bucky laughed now, holding your arm.
"Not at all." He wiped his brow and sighed, looking up into the sky.
"This is all so new...I...I just want to learn..."
"I know you do, but you don't have to do it all today. Come on now, let's head inside." He walked you to the cabin where you took off your shoes at the door.
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Bucky showed you how to draw your bath and what was needed. He had some fancy soap Sam recommended him just in case you didn't bring yours and left you to relax in the tub. You looked around the small bathing room and sighed.
The tub was adequate, and the water was steamy, so you climbed in and got yourself settled, leaning back against the back of it. The water didn't come up too far, but it did the trick to get you relaxed enough where you were able to scrub the day away and wash your hair. You brought your own soap but used Bucky's seeing as how he got some for you, and you were pleasantly surprised. It smelled like fresh lavender and oatmeal, and it lathered nicely against your skin.
When you were finished, you got out and dried yourself off, wrapping a large towel around you. You opened the door, peeking out of it, then scurried up to your room.
You didn't see Bucky sitting by the fireplace and the smirk he had since he saw you wrapped in a towel.
You got to your room and froze, seeing two more purple wildflowers placed neatly on your pillow. They were tied together with a small piece of twine. You blushed hard since this was the second time you were given flowers in one day, and you liked it. None of the men in the city had given you flowers.
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"So, what else are you going to show me tomorrow?" You asked, sitting down opposite Bucky.
He cleared his throat and looked over at you.
You were wrapped in a white housecoat that seemed to cover your floor length light pink night gown.
You were a vision, freshly bathed with pink cheeks and hair that was braided into a long braid down your back. If someone told him last year a lady would be living in his cabin, he would have thought they were crazy.
"Well, I'll show you how to ride."
"Ride?"
"A horse."
"Oh, right."
You fiddled with the end of your braid and looked over at the fire.
"How has your time here been?" Bucky asked, curious to get your opinion.
You looked over at him and smiled.
"It's been good. I mean, I did kind of have an unfortunate day, but that hasn't discouraged me."
You tucked your feet under you and turned to face him.
"Are you happy? With me?" You asked.
His brows shot up at your question, then they furrowed in thought.
"Of course."
"Oh good. I was worried you didn't think I was cut out for this life and would want to send me back. I'm liking it, really I am but this is new for me." You insisted, reaching over to put your hand on his.
Surprisingly, his hand was soft and warm.
"Thank you for the flowers today, they're lovely."
"You're welcome." His ears were pink.
"But I'm happy I made the right decision of coming here, truly."
Bucky looked at your hand and smiled, taking your hand in his so he could hold it.
"Good, I'm glad."
Neither of you let go of your hands while you watched the fire.
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Over the next week and a half, Bucky has shown you everything it takes to live on the homestead. You've been exhausted every night, but it's been rewarding and challenging for you with everything you have learned and done.
You were headed into town the following day and you were excited to see how Nat was fairing in her new apartment and new job.
You've also been getting closer to Bucky during this time and it's been wonderful. He's kind, funny, caring, and genuine which makes you smile.
The other day at lunch he brought you a small bouquet of wildflowers he picked for you when he was repairing a fence. You placed them in the kitchen and had even picked some of your own to spread around the cabin. You often share stories together in the evening out on the porch of the cabin if the weather is calm.
You're certain Bucky knows you still feed Rocky, but he never says anything.
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"Oh my God, how have you been?" Nat asked, hugging you close.
"Hello to you too." You chuckled.
You stood apart assessing each other, making sure you were both ok. You looked behind her and saw the sheriff watching you while he chatted with Bucky.
You had some time with Nat in the morning, where you were going to tour her little apartment then head to the café for lunch before you did some shopping at the store, before heading back to the cabin.
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"This is so cute." You looked over Nat's apartment.
"Thanks. Steve has helped me furnish it and get it the way I want it."
"And how is the sheriff doing?" You asked.
Her face blushed and she looked down at her feet. The Nat you knew didn't blush.
"He's been great. He checks in on me a lot, comes by the café, and we even had a date the other night." She smiled wide.
"I wrote to some of the other ladies at the rooming house and a few of them are coming on the next train. I've got a few more rooms ready for them and they're eager to get here."
"Good."
"This town needs more women and I'm going to bring them here."
You chuckled at your friend's determination and new found hobby.
You filled her in on the homestead and Bucky's cabin.
"I'm proud of you for living there. Bucky seems nice and the cabin seems like it's comfortable."
"It is."
You shuffled your feet.
"But?"
You bit your lip and looked around, spying Bucky on the sidewalk of the main street. Him, the Sheriff, and another man were standing around talking with each other.
"I want to kiss him so bad." You admitted making Nat chuckle.
"Then go for it." She nudged your arm.
"Really?"
"Yup. Trust me, he'll return it and then some..." She assured you.
Your heart fluttered at the thought. You had never kissed a man before, so this will be another new experience for you to have, one you have wanted for a long time.
"Ok, let's get something to eat." Nat ushered you out of her apartment and onto the street where you met up with the guys.
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"So, this is Sam's General Store?" You asked, entering the large store.
"The one and only."
A man stood behind the counter smiling wide. He was the same man the men were talking with earlier.
"Y/n, I presume?"
"Yes."
You blushed as he hurried around the counter to shake your hand.
"Sam Wilson." He smiled wide.
"Bucky's mentioned you a few times. It's nice to meet you."
"He has? Well, feelin's mutual sweetheart. Have a look around. Here's a basket. You fill it with whatever you want, and I'll make sure it gets on this guy's tab then." Sam pointed over at Bucky who was scowling at him.
"Ok." You giggled making Bucky look over at you and smile.
"Y/n?"
Bucky called you over from looking up and down the aisles. You had a few things in your basket and Nat had told you she ordered you some pants and boots that will come in on the next train.
"Did you want to write to your parents?"
"Oh, I should."
Sam slid a pen and paper across to you which you took. You wrote the brief letter, nervous at your parent's reaction, but you already knew what it was going to be. You're certain they won't like what you have chosen, if they even decide to reply, but you didn't care. You had too many years with living under their rules and their guidance, this was surely going to cause some issues, but it was done.
You had moved to Winter Springs for good and Bucky was yours. You weren't going anywhere and that was something they were either on board with, or not.
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You made it back to the cabin and unpacked some of the things you had bought. You sat on the porch sipping some tea when Bucky walked out and joined you.
"Did you have a good time in town today?"
You looked over at him and smiled.
"I did, thank you."
"Did you get everything you needed?"
You shrugged.
"More or less. Nat ordered me some pants and boots, but yes, I did. I like that soap Sam sells, so I got a few more bars of it. I like his store and am surprised he carries a lot of things."
"Yeah, he's a good guy and he's always getting in new goods. How's your friend doing?"
"Nat's good. She's liking her job at the café, and I think her and Steve are getting along well."
"That's good."
Bucky knew Steve was head over heels with Nat just as he was with you.
"Oh, I almost forgot. She wrote to some of the other ladies we were friends with at the rooming house and some of them are making the journey to the town. She has a few apartments ready for their arrival and everything."
Bucky was shocked but pleased with her friend. He knows quite a few good men who were too shy to write an ad in the paper and he's hoping they get a shot at meeting the new women.
"Do you think your parents will write to you?" Bucky asked.
He was concerned they would disown you from doing what you did. You shifted slightly on the chair and looked up into the night sky.
"No? Yes? I'm not sure to be honest."
Bucky's heart froze.
If your parents didn't approve, would they show up and demand you leave? Would you leave knowing you don't have their approval?
He leaned against the railing and crossed his arms over his chest trying to show you he was terrified at the thought of you leaving him.
You were nervous at your next move, but you didn't care.
You got up and stepped towards him. He stood straight and kept his eyes on you.
You stood in front of him, looking up at his face.
"But I don't care. I'm here with you because that's what I want. My decision, not theirs."
You confidently said. He smiled at your opinion on the matter.
You stepped close making Bucky drop his arms at his sides.
You reached up and put your hands on his chest, feeling the hard muscles under his soft shirt. He inhaled sharply, placing his hands on your hips. You saw the corner of his mouth turn up slightly while his eyes watched you close.
"I like it here because you're here. I like you so I'm not going anywhere." You assured him, bringing your hands around his neck.
"I like you too." He whispered into the dark.
Your fingers played with his long hair that was tied back. You saw him smile at the same time you felt his hands squeeze your hips.
"Besides, you'll protect me at all costs, right?"
"Right." He nodded making you smile.
"Can I kiss you Mountain Man?" You asked.
You saw his eyes widen at your question then he nodded frantically making you giggle.
"I-I was gonna do that...soon...I mean...kiss you and all but I didn't want to come off as too forward..." He stammered on his words.
"I'd like to kiss you now, if that's ok with you."
"Ok." He smiled, leaned down so you were close to his level, and placed his lips on yours.
A zing shot through you as you kissed him back, wrapping your arms tight around his neck. A small thump startled you apart and when you looked over your shoulder, Rocky sat on the woodpile and chortled at you making you laugh.
"Hello Rocky." You cringed, then looked over at Bucky who was scowling at you but smiled.
"I mean raccoon that I have never seen before..."
Bucky chuckled, turned you to face him, and kissed you again making you giggle.
You made the ultimate decision in taking a chance on a random ad in the paper, but your determination and sacrifice was worth it seeing as how your family never wrote to you again.
You loved your new life with your mountain man, and you didn't want to change it.
Stucky, Poolverine, very meta, very crack, very weird. This is a very ham-handed attempt to hit all the remaining prompts in one go. I succeeded. The drabble, however, may not have. This drabble meets the requirements for the following prompts:
@societynsoelsscribbles June Jukebox Scribbles (Don't Speak by No Doubt)
@swoon-june prompt "swoon / free day"
@juneofdoom prompt "I thought you were dead"
@flashfictionfridayofficial Prompt 362 "Shouldn't be done"
@stuckygeekevents June Pride 2026 Track 8 "Don't Stop"
@star-and-shield-monthly June prompts "Crap that explains the dreams"
Summary:
The end. Maybe. You guys tell me.
“How are we alive?” gasps Bucky, pawing Steve’s chest. “I thought we were dead—”
“Shh,” soothes Steve, hand over Bucky’s mouth.
“Don’t tell me we fainted…”
“Don’t speak,” Steve warns him. “She’s sixteen words over the limit.”
“Who? What?”
“Then again,” muses Steve, “there’s a couple challenges in July, she could keep writing, she shoudn’t be done with us yet…”
Wade sits straight up in bed, awake with a vengeance. His stomach rumbles angrily.
“Crap,” says Wade. “Guess that explains the dreams.”
“Shut up, I’m sleeping,” grumbles Logan next to him.
