if you want me to stay : bucky doesnât exactly know where he stands with you, but canât leave you alone after a mission.
a touch of color : an old friend of Samâs comes back to New-York and helps out at the VA, and Bucky just wants some peace and quiet. Somehow bright colors and giggles grow on him.
tis the damn season : on the first post-blip thanksgiving, you find yourself having to reunite with your parents and your heart is not in it â sam persuades you to take bucky with you, and this might be an opportunity for you two to get to know each other.
of blood, sweat and mishaps ; destroyer!chris : after fighting your way back to chris, you expect a quiet night in between two tired agents, but sometimes home holds surprises.
painkillers and something more : moments shared between two teammates yearning for more.
things spies donât notice : bucky barnes is a spy. heâs perceptive, smart, deadly. heâs supposed to notice things, and it hurts that he doesnât.
morning shifts and broken glasses [part 2] : working in a coffee shop is uneventful, until one day it isnât.
aftermaths : a mission leaves you struggling to pick up the piece and buckyâs here.
always tired but never of you : you do not have a reputation for being soft with your teammates, and sam finds it outrageous that bucky barnes somehow manages to escape this rule.
SERIES
walks of shame (sebastian stan, completed). chance encounters under embarrassing circumstances, that might lead to something more. that is, if you manage to find who that stranger is.
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gen z has to reckon with its radicalization problem. you are not a morally pure and superior generation of youth come to save the world, your men and boys are radicalized at an unprecedented level and you ignore it because itâs too hard to address but you have to. these boys are in your classes, they date your friends, you know them and you cannot continue to pretend this is an âold white guyâ problem
girls are contributing, too. the coquette aesthetic, the âi donât want to girlboss i want a man to pay my billsâ, girlmath girljob girlmoney. itâs a joke, itâs clothes, itâs whatever, i get it but it is driving a mentality of traditional gender roles and you know youâre joking but your boyfriend doesnât. your kid brother doesnât. you have to stop this shit it is a contributing factor
Hi!! Was wondering if you had recs for Bucky and reader fake dating??
Fake Dating / Marriage
masterlist | req masterlist
ONESHOT
Keeping Score by @all1e23
After hearing you begging Steve to pretend to be your fake boyfriend to keep your family off your back, Bucky quickly jumps at the chance to play your boyfriend even though youâre a hundred percent sure he hates you. What could possibly go wrong?
the right partner by @bucky-bucket-barnes
You and Bucky have always possessed a complicated history, and even more strained relationship with one another. Begrudgingly, you're sent out on a mission with Barnes where you two are posing as a newly wed couple. In an effort to investigate the consistent disappearance of young women in a certain neighborhood, you find yourselves forced to confront a whirlwind of emotions.
Suburbia by @wkemeup
Posing as husband and wife, you and Bucky infiltrate a quaint suburban neighborhood in search of a Hydra hacker. Perhaps if you werenât so in love with him and he hadnât broken your heart, the act of pretending wouldnât hurt so much.
where do we go from here by @barnesafterglow
when you agree to be bucky's date for his sister's wedding - and his fake girlfriend for the weekend - you're expecting a good time with your best friend. but things may never go back to normal
Fake It Till You Make It by @buckyalpine
Fake dating solves everything⌠right?
A Little Longer by @buckyalpine
Itâs just a little lie.
Crossing The Line by @jadedvibes
After your friends set you up on a blind date with your sworn enemy, you both drunkenly decide to mess with them by making a bet to see who can pretend to be a happy couple the longest.
annoying neighbors and fake boyfriends | 2 by @lovelybarnes
âYou stayed over at my place one night but my nosy, annoying neighbour saw you leave. They always get on my case about being single so I told them that weâre dating to show themâ
Undercover by @buckysknifecollection
You and Bucky go on an undercover mission, where you need to pretend to be married. You are close to solving the case when Bucky decides heâs done pretending.
Make Believe on Christmas Eve by @green-eyeddragonfanfiction
When your family insists you bring your [nonexistent] long-term boyfriend over for Christmas, you panic. You hadnât expected to be put in this situation; you never thought youâd actually have to bring âhimâ over.
Stop flirting with the staff by @writingsoftheloser
You and Bucky go undercover to stop the sale of a very important device.
The Karenâs of the World by @espinosaurusrexex
Aunt Karen is possibly the worst person you know. So when her annual Independence Day party arrives, you try to give her as little reason to pick on you as possible. Not being single for once should cover most of the topics she complains about. So you ask your friend Bucky to play pretend.
Tis the damn season by @starrysebastians
On the first post-blip Thanksgiving, you find yourself having to reunite with your parents and your heart is not in it â Sam persuades you to take Bucky with you, and this might be an opportunity for you two to get to know each other.
SERIES
The Holiday Hack by @gogolucky13
You ask Bucky to be your stand-in boyfriend for your familyâs Christmas party.
Breaking The Rules by @redgillan
You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things canât get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sisterâs wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.
Best Boyfriend Youâve Ever Had by @language-rxgers
When you find out your sister is getting married and expects you to bring a date to her wedding in two months, you panic, having not gone on so much as a coffee date with a guy in far too long. After all, being an Avenger doesnât leave too much time for a life outside of work. So, when your best friend, none other than the James Buchanan Barnes himself, offers to pretend to be your boyfriend and plus one, how can you refuse? It seems like something that would come out of a movie. However, real life is never like the movies, and stories like this never go as planned.
Stepping Up by @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend
When Steve canât go with you to your cousinâs wedding, he sends Bucky in his place. What happens when more than one person assume youâre dating?Â
Picture Perfect by @writingsoftheloser
When Steve asks his collegue to be his fake girlfriend, she accepts, thinking nothing could really go wrong. Then, she meets Steveâs best friend.
-> this is not bucky and reader fake dating but itâs one of my favorite fics so I included it!
Worst Idea Ever by @firefly-in-darkness
Wedding Season is brutal as it is but throw in two friends that decide to be each otherâs plus ones and a mixed bag of feelings, what's the worst that could happen?
Heart to a Gunfight by @lailannajacobs
You didnât want to help Bucky Barnes make it through the party by pretending to be his fake girlfriend, after all, you had just met him. You also didnât plan on the charade lasting as long as it did.Â
am i more than you bargained for? by @morsmordre-writes
Bucky has an unwanted secret admirer, so naturally you pretend to be his girlfriend until it blows over. Will someone catch feelings? Will they be absolute idiots about it all? Will they live happily ever after? We may never know.
Almost Had Me Believing It by @tuiccim
An undercover operation playing Bucky Barnes' wife is a dream come true. Playing house in the suburbs while trying to take down a drug ring brings you and Bucky closer but a nosy neighbor causes trouble in paradise.
A Certain Romance by @wienerbarnes
With the threat of yet another bad date at the result of Sam Wilsonâs meddling, Buckyâs desperate to find a solution. As are you, another victim to Samâs failed matchmaking. The two of you come up with a genius plan: pretend to date each other in order to escape the poking and prying nose of the Falcon.
The Proposal by @toomanyrobins2
Y/N Arnaud is the liaison to the Avengers, but sheâs also a French citizen. After a couple mistakes, her visa application is denied. Even though they canât stand each other, Bucky offers to marry her in order to keep her visa status in the U.S. and avoid deportation.
Follow My Lead by @ciarawritesmarvel
You and your new friend Wanda are enjoying a day together at the Avengers Tower, her giving you a tour around the place when you both run into the infamous Bucky Barnes. Moments later, heâs introducing you to Sam as his girlfriend and placing a kiss on your temple and youâre not sure youâve ever been so confused in your life.
summary: When a mission goes wrong, youâre helpless but to watch as Bucky is forced into the object of his nightmares â Hydraâs cryochamber. Â
pairing: bucky x readerÂ
word count: 12.5kÂ
warnings: canon level violence, nightmares, body warming tropes, pissed off reader wonât stop until she saves her man, Â
a/n: Here it is. The last fic in my archive. I adore you all so much. Thank you for everything đ In case you missed it, hereâs the post on the future of this blog. Â
You woke to darkness. The bedroom was cast only in the dim light of stars and the pale glow of the alarm clock. It had yet to reach the witching hour. Daring a glance over the safety of warm covers, you spotted the ends of curtains dancing at the window as an icy draft escaped through the thin fabric. Â
It was warm the evening before, but New York weather was unpredictable in the changing seasons. The crickets chirping down by the lake had been a comfort as the sun had set. It was a glimpse of Spring on the horizon. Hours later, your breath was visible in each exhale.
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You may or may not have noticed that I havenât been posting as consistently in recent months. Since 2019, I uploaded a new one-shot every other week (or weekly if it was a series chapter update), posting a total of 41 one-shots, 5 two-parts, and 7 series. Sundays became my favorite day of the week because it was a day I was able to share in my love for writing and these characters with you all. And you have been nothing but exceedingly kind and supportive and wonderful beyond what I ever could have anticipated.
I used to write in every second of my free time. At home. At work. On my phone on the subway. In the back seat of my momâs car. On the plane. It consumed me and I loved it for that. I had so many stories in my head and reveled in the feeling of seeing it put on page and even more in the emotion it was able to bring out in those who read it.
But more than that, this blog was such a safe space for me. I was so lonely and sad for so much of the last few years. I used writing as a means of filling that void and giving myself (and by extension, hopefully you as well) that feeling of unconditional love from a fictional character that needed it as much as I did. It was nice to imagine that even in impossible situations of war zones and pirate ships and biker gangs and superheroes, that I could be loved. Unconditionally. Thoroughly. Beautifully. And that love I held inside myself, screaming to give to someone else, meant something too.
It wasnât often, but when I felt at my lowest, this was a place I could turn to. I never knew how to convey my gratitude to those who sent me such encouraging messages and made me feel so much less alone, but please know it meant more to me than I could ever say â to know that someone cared for the faceless person behind this username in tandem with the writing I produced on here.
Itâs strange that Iâm at a place in life that Iâve been so busy, I havenât even had time to write. I havenât felt the compulsion towards it because that hole doesnât feel as strong anymore. I actually built a house over the last year and Iâm getting ready to move in next week. Iâve been making more efforts to spend time with my friends on a weekly basis. And shockingly enough, Iâve been seeing someone for the last six months (and ironically his name is Steve lol). Iâm happy? Itâs foreign and itâs confusing, but it feels good.
And because of that, writing as a whole has fallen to the wayside. Which does sadden me. I havenât felt the connection to marvel and its characters for a while now. And at this point, I fear I may have done every angsty trope in the books and Iâm only repeating myself now. I do want to come back to writing at some point but I donât know if that will manifest itself here, on this blog, with these characters.
If When I write again, I might actually consider that silly dream of publishing.
I want to make it clear that I am not saying goodbye. I am not deleting this blog. I also am not saying I will never post here again. I will still check in on my inbox and try to reply to reblogs as much as I can.
It just felt wrong to quietly disappear with no explanation when this blog held so much meaning for me over the years. And maybe Iâm overestimating whether anyone will read this or will have even noticed that I havenât been posting, but thatâs okay. I just want to say thank you. Even if Iâm talking to no one right now and itâs only a symbolic gesture.
Thank you. For every kind word in the reblogs, in the comments, in my inbox. For every tag. For participating in writing challenges and drabble requests when I wasnât ready to let go of a series yet. For giving me a safe place to share the writing I still have never told anyone irl about. For just being lovely people. All 17.3k of you. Though Iâm sure most of that is abandoned blogs at this point.
All this to say â I am posting the last one-shot in my archive this Sunday. I wrote it in April 2022. I donât even know why I was holding onto it for so long. But its 12.5k words, if that helps!
If you read all of this, you have my heart. Thank you for everything. Hereâs the link to my ko-fi if you feel inclined to support.
Hi!!!! i just found your blog! i haven't stalk it yet. I woke up at 2 am with a horrible nightmare so i thought i'd read something and that's when i found "a touch of color" Bucky x reader. I LOVED IT!!! i didn't finish it, i don't to finish it, i'm enjoying it so much! I love the way you describe everything with such detail, it feels like reading a book and the way you write Bucky is so on point! you deserve way more than 150 notes, seriously! you are one of my favourites now!
Hey you!!
Thank you so much for this sweet message I really appreciate it𼺠I've been meaning to start writing again for a while now but I have so little time on my hands :( I hope I can give you something else to read soon!!!
This is side two of my new Bucky Barnes Recommendation List. Again, I just want to say a huge thank you to the writers on here and how you guys have got me and so many other people through these tough times we have faced the past years. Youâre writing has impacted me so much as it got me through last year especially, Iâm so thankful I found this fandom a year ago! This list is here to showcase your amazing work and my favourites.
This includes my personal favourite drabbles, one-shots and finished or ongoing series. This mostly includes; Avenger Bucky, TFATWS Bucky and Bucky x reader. (Find my Biker Bucky list here and my AU Bucky list here)
Last Updated (I always add new recs on here every so often): 2nd march 2022
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đ¤Ł@msmarvelwrites
in you i find solace 18+
It wasn't his lips you were kissing, of this he was sure. But in your need, you fit. Jagged with scar, but belonging all the same. endgame bucky x reader
for old times' sake 18+
âYears you had craved to hear your name spoken from his lips. Countless nights, forcing yourself to remember how it fell from his tongue,â Tfatws bucky x reader
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𤣠@marveliskindacool
here goes
youâve been pining for Bucky Barnes for eight years. three years ago, you left the Compound. so, what happens when you get invited to an Avengers charity event at the Tower? avenger bucky x reader
heavy bruising
a court-mandated therapy session brings you and bucky back together after months of not speaking, bringing up memories of the mission that fucked everything up in the first place. Tfatws bucky x reader
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đ¤Ł@mareli-carter
earned my wings teaching guys like you
After a mission leaves Bucky in the med bay, the team pushes you away and lets you know exactly what they think of you. Bucky isnât pleased. avenger bucky x reader
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𤣠@mvtthewmurdvck
can we kiss forever
he wants you, he just doesn't want to admit it. bucky barnes x fem! reader
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đ¤Ł@mallowswriting
safe keeping
you and bucky barnes keep getting assigned together on missions, despite bruce and natâs concerns that you wonât be able to handle yourself against him if something goes wrong with the former winter soldier. but will you be able to show everyone else - and, most importantly, bucky - that you are not breakable, and can decide for yourself who you trust to have your back. avenger bucky x reader
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𤣠@nexusnyx
wake up, jack! 18+
The costume his baby chooses for Stark Foundation Halloween Party is the last thing Bucky expected to ever see her in, and at the same time, as soon as he sees her he thinksâof course. How would she be anything else? Now all that's left is for Bucky to discover how will he survive an hour before he can escape and take her with him. That attire demands a response at its own level. TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
nothings gonna hurt you baby
The days go by slower whenever he's around. You've noticed already how grounding Bucky can beâeverything in his presence brings you back to earth, and it's unlike anything before. Your head lived in the clouds for most of your life. Somehow, Bucky bumped into you almost a year ago and now, even the darkest time of the year couldn't bring you down. bucky x reader
to the moon and back | part 2
Out of all the outcomes for his life, Bucky never expected this. In his mind, being a partner, a friend, and a father was never an option. Too much trauma on the table, not enough mind on his shoulders for such a thing. When you crash into his life after one of his missions, he never expects you to be the person to give it all to him, but he should've known something big was coming the second you silenced all the voices in his head just by simply being there. Tfatws bucky x reader
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𤣠@ohtobeleah
fernie 18+
After a heart to heart with Sam in Louisiana, ďżźBucky feels the need to help a âfriendâ out after finally tracking her down, having disappearing right after Steve handed Sam the shield. Tfatws bucky x enhanced reader
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đ¤Ł@ourhouseofchaos
midnight aid
Bucky pays you an unexpected visit in the middle of the night after a mission goes wrong and heâs badly hurt. Not the best bonding session given the fact that you both hate each other but your cat Alpine manages to lift the mood. avenger bucky x reader
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𤣠@peachstyles
submission 18+
Bucky comes home from a long mission and reader learns of a new side of him. tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
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𤣠@pellucid-constellations / masterlist
the shot heard around the tower
You just want to know if Bucky has feelings for you. Bucky just wants you to be okay. avenger bucky x reader
i can save you this time
Itâs the 4th of July and youâve never been more sick. Turns out you arenât the only one in the compound that stayed home from the celebration. avenger bucky x reader
the things we carry with us
You were injured on a mission and didnât tell anyone, leaving your already rocky relationship with Bucky crumbling. Was it really hate he harbored for you, or was it something else? avenger bucky x reader
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𤣠@picturetoburnnn
lubirea mea
enemies to lovers, idiots to lovers, all of this applies. avenger bucky x reader
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𤣠@revengingbarnes
dog tags
Bucky isnât sure heâs ready to fall in love. But one grand gesture might change the way he thinks. Bucky Barnes x reader
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𤣠@real-jane
nostalgia for the new - masterlist
bucky meets you because of your exquisite taste in music, and he finds in you a solace he didn't realize was possible. you create for bucky something he's never found before: nostalgia for a time that hasn't happened yet, and hope for a future where he might be loved. bucky barnes x female!reader shield agent
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𤣠@starrysebastians
always tired but never of you
the five times youâre tired but never of bucky. avenger bucky x reader
painkillers and something more
lingering glances and subtle touches are fine, but all it takes is a little injury to turn whatever this is into something more. avenger bucky x reader
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𤣠@soldatsass
a few too many 18+
A night out at the bar with some friends on the Avengers team unravels as past feelings flood you when you see Bucky walk in with another woman. avenger bucky x reader
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𤣠@sinner-as-saint
questions 18+
While on a mission, youâre stuck in an area of a building with your fellow Avenger, Bucky Barnes with whom you may or may not have a love/hate relationship. And while waiting for someone to come rescue you, you both find quite an interesting way to keep yourselves occupied. avenger bucky x reader
we cant stop, we're enemies 18+
After the events of the last battle against Thanos, you teamed up with Sam and Bucky to carry on your superhero duties. You got along with Sam just fine, he was a really good friend to you. Bucky however, was not. From constant banters, to unnecessary hand-to-hand combat, to purposely getting each other in trouble during risky missions, to being the main cause of Samâs migraines; it was safe to say that you and Bucky considered yourselves to be each otherâs nemesis. Although that soon changes when, courtesy of your silly banters, a certain mission goes slightly wrong - one which involves strong chemicals which, unbeknownst to you, were designed to mess with the brain and hormones, thus encouraging the need to breed and procreate amongst all those who inhale it. avenger bucky x reader
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𤣠@spilledkauffie
still having nightmares
bucky's nightmares are forever following him into the depths of sleep. bucky x reader
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𤣠@shurisneakers
reform
in which he has a breakdown. bucky x reader
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𤣠@starsvck / masterlist
among the layers 18+
bucky barnes attempts to live in a new future, heâs trying, he really is, but heâs got a secret, a pretty little secret with the sweetest of smiles and gentle of touches. tfatws bucky x reader
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𤣠@scrumptious-delusion
murder on the dancefloor
you're ecstatic to learn that your latest mission involves a 70s themed party. your partner however, is not. bucky barnes x agent!female reader
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𤣠@sagechanoafterdark / masterlist
codename lazarus - masterlist 18+
Things are complicated between you and James Barnes. For you, life doesnât mean much when you never stay dead for very long. But it might just be an ex-soviet assassin that convinces you to start living again. avenger bucky x reader
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𤣠@spiderbitchspiderbitch
to be a god or hero - masterlist
after being alive for a hundred and twenty some odd years, you think youâd have learned to be immune to the smile of any handsome, leather-clad man with pretty eyes ............ but Bucky Barnes isnât just anyone, and neither are you. in fact, the two of you might have a lot more in common than you think. tfatws bucky x reader
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𤣠@seventven / masterlist
girl scout cookies
bucky goes to the captain america exhibition at the smithsonian in an attempt to find out more about his past. a girl scout recognises and blackmails him. bucky one shot
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𤣠@starshipsofstarlord / masterlist
madripoor muse 18+
Bucky harbours feelings for you, but despite Samâs inflatable encouragement, refuses to inform you of them. However, seeing you pretend to be Zemoâs girlfriend whilst on a mission, more so when the criminal knows what strings he is pulling at, happens to infuriate him inevitably. tfatws bucky x reader
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𤣠@syntheticavenger
hurricane 18+
Bucky Barnes is a storm of his own. avenger bucky x reader
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𤣠@tropicalcap / masterlist
neon signs 18+
After a tough decision is made during a mission, Bucky decides heâs kept his feelings quiet for too long. avenger bucky x reader
the middle 18+
Friends, enemies, lovers... all at once or none at all. Itâs all just one blurred line anyway, isnât it? avenger bucky x reader
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𤣠@vacant--body
fresh start
bucky tries to surprise you by bringing home supplies to cut his hair, but he's a terrible lair, and terrible at hiding things. tfatws bucky x reader
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𤣠@writing-for-marvel
liability
Bucky takes you under his wing when you become the outcast of the new special forces team working with the Avengers. avenger bucky x Agent!Reader
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𤣠@writingsbychlo
new dress 18+
bucky is a big fan of your new dress, and even more so of the way it fits you, he just has to make sure you see that too. bucky x reader
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𤣠@whirlybirbs
buzz cut szn
bucky trusts you with an important thing. tfatws bucky x reader
vacant mirrors masterlist
shitâs been rough. shit was rough even before the blip. dr. hart shares an office with dr. raynor, and you share with waiting room with bucky barnes. tfatws bucky x reader
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𤣠@wkemeup (i could add all of her fics. they are all top tier)
the other side of the door
Bucky would do anything to keep you safe. Even if it meant sacrificing himself. Even if it took him to the bottom of the ocean. avenger bucky x reader
in shades of purple
While on a mission, you uncover footage of the Winter Soldier Project, exposing just how much torture Bucky had endured. avenger bucky x reader
behind the storm
On a mission, you're hit with a spell that takes away your ability to see. Bucky does what he can to make you feel safe. avenger bucky x reader
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𤣠@writingcroissant
just friends masterlist 18+
A friends with benefits story - It started as an arrangement between you and Bucky - a wildly questionable arrangement between friends - and it resulted in a confrontation with someone from your thoroughly buried past and therefore a long overdue mission to kill. avenger bucky x reader
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𤣠@writing-red
pretty boy 18+
there was one person that bucky barnes could never beat, an enhanced French super solider he had encountered in his time as the winter solider, and he hasn't forgotten her. tfatws!bucky barnes x enhanced!reader
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𤣠@wordywarriorwrites / masterlist
wicked cradle 18+
A new world. Another mission. A different partner. You and Bucky have the one-two punch combo down pat in no time and you're winning. But as the stakes get higher and things become even more dangerous, things start to change, and you both quickly discover that the past no longer defines either of you and that together, you can overcome anything. avenger bucky x reader
tightrope 18+
Youâre sick of pretending itâs fine. Buckyâs tired of tap-dancing around it. And when push comes to shove, you both decide to stop playing games. bucky x reader
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𤣠@19ana45
delicate
Who knew that studying neuroscience and dating Bucky Barnes would be a seemingly incompatible combination? Bucky Barnes x Reader
Thank you so much for including me in this, makes me wanna write again!!!! (also your icon is the best comic book cover of all times and it has to be said)
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A/N: finally a normal sized chapter. ANYWAY last official chapter besties how are we feeling!! (thereâs an epilogue but i donât know when im gonna write it lol) im listening to dumb playlists to suppress the emotions lmao
thank you to the anon who suggested the idea of camelot costumes! this may just be the most pointless chapter yet absolutely 0 plot but enjoy <3
we might do drabble nights v soon so head over to Harmless Mini Drabbles to catch up on what weâve done so far!
Previous Part  || Series Masterlist
âThat thingâs going to explode.â
âHuh?â
âThat thingâs about to go nuclear. We just poisoned the entire city.â
summary: kids with too much money, parties every night, and an incident with your best friend's brother is just the norm on the upper east side
pairing: college!bfb!bucky x f!reader
word count: 5.5k
warnings: light/implied smut (MINORS DNI), swearing, mentions of alcohol and being drunk, brief mention of drugs, mean girl shit, the smallest reference to super rich kids by frank ocean
a/n: this was written for my sweet, sweet best friend @pellucid-constellations who has been whining about me finishing this for like a week. i hope you enjoy my dive into my youth's gossip girl obsession and cheers to me pumping out this many fucking words somehow xoxo
Flashing lights. Loud music. Lines of something you only tried once, or twice, or maybe three times. Never a parent in sight, but a credit card that always got paid. More fake friends than a mean girls movie. The Silver Spoon Club was all you had even known. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, or youâd be on the front page of a gossip magazine. The Upper East Side is not a place for sustainability, not a shred of hope or romance. Bad decisions and Ivy Leagues were the center of your world. Is that why when you saw your best friendâs older brother, your first thought was to drag him to the roof? Bad decision. And then next thing you know youâre half naked wrapped in nothing but a button up shirt too expensive to be conceivable, as the sun rose over the New York skyline - Bad. Decision.
But thatâs just the life you were born into. Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends. You never had the need to fix your mistakes, Daddy would do that for you. So you flitted through life, straight A student by day, Upper East Sideâs most elite it girl by night. Always the life of the party, always taking the hottest guy home, just to never see him again. But that was impossible with Bucky. He was your best friendâs brother. Sheâd never forgive you. It could never happen again; she could never know. So why were you bringing him back to your penthouse for another round of morning sex? Just another bad decision.
âGoddamn this is better than I ever imagined,â Bucky looked up from between your thighs with the smug expression he had mastered even as a kid, always getting what he wanted - but hey, werenât you all? The sexual tension had always been there, since the second you hit puberty all you wanted was to jump his bones. He was your first for pretty much everything, halfway just out of convenience. But when Becca found out? God you thought youâd never hear the end of it. It went on for weeks, lectures to both of you, making sure you stayed ten feet apart if you happened to be in the same room. So much that it left a bad taste in both of your mouths, swearing you would never do it again. And so teasing insults turned into hurtful jabs and pigtail pulling turned to shoulder bumps. It was never the same after that, the only thing that remained was the sexual tension.
So you had one night with him. She didnât have to know. Plus it had been six years, you were adults now, surely she couldnât be as mad as before, right? Regardless, you werenât about to take that chance. She was the one person you could trust in this world you lived in. Bucky too, not that you would ever admit it, but you would always be there for each other.
And that's why you didn't entirely mind his hands roaming up your body until he finally decided to collapse beside you. But as good as the sex was, you had to end this now.
âAlright stud, get your clothes and get out before your sister shows up.â You didnât have any plans with her but she loved to come over unannounced. âAnd this is so not happening again.â
You could tell he didnât believe you by the kiss he dropped to your cheek and the heat that rushed to your face when he winked, walking out of your bedroom. As soon as you heard the door to your apartment close, you wanted him back in your bed. God, you were so fucked.
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âOh my god, you totally got fucked last night! Who was it this time? Not some rerun, I hope. Everyone knows you're a one and done girl.â Beck was never one for subtly, but can you blame her when she faces no consequences? Not that any of you did, but some of you had more tact, barely. âCâmon give me the details babe.â
This is not happening right now, no way. âOh, itâs not a big deal, just some guy.â You hoped you sounded nonchalant enough that she would drop it, but you knew her too well.
âJust some guy? Oh my god you are totally into it. Normally, youâd be talking nonstop, but now you wonât spill anything. Iâm gonna get to the bottom of this.â And that was it, for now. You knew she would soon be on a warpath, determined and connected - such a dangerous combination. Thatâs why it wasnât happening again. Soon enough she was in her own world, talking about the party that was happening this weekend to celebrate the beginning of winter break - not that you ever needed a reason to party. You were planning to do a couple shots and put Bucky to the back of your mind; you had done a good enough job of it up until now.
But how were you supposed to put him to the back of your mind when he showed up to your spot in the library with your favorite coffee in hand. âHowâs my favorite girl? Not done with finals yet?â
âBucky! Sit the hell down before someone sees you.â He plopped down in the chair across from you, with a genuine sweet smile. âNo, I have one more left, in an hour, and Iâm freaking the fuck out. My entire grade depends on this, and if I donât pass I wonât graduate next year.â He stopped you rambling with a gentle touch to your hand, the one you hadnât realized was gripping your pen so hard your knuckles were white.
âHey, youâre gonna kill this, alright? Youâre a genius - literally the smartest person I know. Donât stress so much, everything will work out.â
Even though you knew deep down heâs always been a good person, it still shocked you that he was being serious. Along with his kind words, he also stayed with you the entire time you continued to study, and even walked you to your final; he wrapped you in a hug and pressed a kiss to your forehead before disappearing into the crowd of students. Stunned, you walked in a bit of a daze into your final.
Though you went in a little cloudy, you walked out feeling on top of the world - you had totally aced it, and you were done for the semester. You were convinced nothing could ruin your good mood. Until you got a text from Becca:
We need to talk. Now.
You were fucked.
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You had never been so goddamn scared in your life as you were the moment Becca walked through your door. You had made Natasha and Wanda come over for moral support, and also to make sure she didnât kill you, but they didnât need to know that.
âOh thank god youâre all here, I can tell everyone at once. You know how I hate to repeat myself.â Your eyebrows scrunch together. Was she really going to do this in front of your friends? Wasnât she decent enough to at least talk to you one on one before she told everyone else? âSomeone sent me a picture of Bucky with a girl. This morning. He was seen with a girl during the daytime. Heâs either really sick or really serious. And as the most amazing little sister in the world, Iâm gonna figure out who this bittch is and rip her a new one before she hurts him, or worse, ruins his reputation. And you, my amazing and loyal best friends, are going to help me.â
Okay, you lied, you were really scared now. Hell hath no fury like Rebecca Barnes dragging someone down. You knew what she was capable of, and even helped her a few times, but you had never been on the receiving end of it. You thought that as her best friend, you would be granted immunity from her, but you supposed you couldnât have that if she didnât know it was you she was hunting down; and honestly you could only pray that she would have mercy if she did find out anyways.
But then you thought about who you were. You were part of the most elite of the elite in New York fucking City. You could handle whatever she threw at you. But that didnât mean you were going to make it easy. You wouldnât be stupid, but you wouldnât be scared either. If Bucky was what you wanted, and he wanted you too, then you would damn well have him.
âWhoever it is, give the girl a break, itâs not like we have any reason to manhunt for her right now. One person saw her once, that doesnât mean heâs ready to ask anyone for their hand in marriage. Give it a break for now.â It was a good thing you already had a power struggle between the two of you, constantly vying for queen bee position, so you challenging her wouldnât make her suspicious. If anything, it would get her mind off it, and onto you.
This had been happening for as long as you could remember. Private school best friends who grew up going to the same tea parties and fighting for the best chair. Then it was middle school, and who had the cutest crush and the newest phone. By high school, your relationship was all but defined: people liked you more, but she got shit done. So you were the dynamic duo. Prom queen and her maiden. Cher and Dionne. One always shining more than the other. It was no secret that she hated it, and could take you down if she wanted, but she resigned to the side kick because she knew her status would take a hit no matter how hard she tried to drag you. Despite your formative years spent always on the edge of a catfight, there was an unspoken agreement of trust, and as you got older, those statuses faded away. There was no hero and sidekick. You shared your mutual friends, but you didnât do everything attached at the hip. That shared trust became much more in your adulthood and you truly did consider her your best friend, even though there was still that touch of cattiness that couldnât ever truly be shaken.
âYouâre right. It doesnât really matter yet and I have plans tonight anyways. I have to get a new dress for the party tomorrow and I canât be stressed while shopping for something so important. Iâll see you ladies tomorrow night.â And with a wink, she was out the door in a flurry of perfume and purses.
You, Nat, and Wanda all shared a knowing glance. Becca was not letting this go by any means, and that party was sure to be interesting. Everyone better come prepared.
--
As soon as your friends were out the door, you texted Bucky. He waited 10 minutes, then walked the 3 blocks to your empty penthouse.
As soon as he walked in, he placed his hands on each side of your face, and kissed you deeply. You were expecting him to be horny, but you werenât expecting that. The feel of his hands caressing your face, one hot and one cold, made you melt into his embrace. Buckyâs arm had always been a topic of gossip. Your close circle knew and no one ever cared, because there was no reason to. But the other kids stared and whispered. No one had ever been brave enough to say anything until freshman year of high school, when an outsider showed up at Regis High. He was new money, and had no idea of the social hierarchy, so he saw Buckyâs arm and assumed he was an outcast. The comment rolled off Buckyâs back, they always had. But you and Becca were airing his dirty laundry before the school day ended. He wasnât there the next day and you found out a year later his parents had sent him to military school for his unsightly actions. No one ever said a word about it again.
When he finally released you from his hold, you took a step back. Then another. You needed a clear head while you talked to him, and both your body and your mind began working against you while you were in his orbit.
âAnd here I was, thinking you had invited me over for a third round. I knew you couldnât get enough.â He made his way towards you, every step forward resulted in you taking a step back, until you were flush against the wall with nowhere to go. Bucky leaned down, mouth beside your ear, in a whisper so low it was barely audible, âI want you more than you know, Ray.â The childhood nickname left you reeling, your mind flashing back to much younger days.
You never knew where it came from, just that he had called you it since you were around 12, and it just stuck. You could tell it was special to him.
âBuck-â You were caught off guard again by the tenderness in his kiss, as he wrapped your legs around his waist, carrying you to your bedroom, and sat you gently on the bed. You knew you should stop him, knew that you needed to talk to him first, so you had boundaries. But it was so easy to get lost in the feel of his hands and lips roaming your body. And before you knew it, you were giving Bucky everything you had.
Later, as you laid in bed together, he turned to you and finally asked why you had needed him to come over. So you told him about Beccaâs earlier rant, and how you didnât feel like starting a series of fights and make-ups that would inevitably happen if she found out. So you filled Bucky in on your plan for the foreseeable future, or for at least as long as you continued to hook up. Any party, function, or dinner, he needed to have a girl on his arm, either coming or leaving. You would do the same, and continue your flirting with all the eligible assholes of the Upper East Side. The both of you would keep up your usual tricks so no one would suspect either of you had anything going on, both between you or otherwise. Eventually Becca would find some other gossip to get into, and everything would go back to normal.
âAnd where does that leave us? You want to keep hooking up?â He looked almost giddy as he spoke. âI thought it was just a one time thing, sweetheart; youâre really backtracking here. Youâre lucky that pussy is addictive, otherwise I just might want everyone to know about our little rendezvous.â
Luckily, you knew him well enough to know he wasnât serious, even if he was an asshole sometimes. Maybe that was why it had always been so hard to pretend to hate him. You knew you didnât, but for Beccaâs sake you both fell into the roll of annoying brother/sister. Your heart sunk a little at the thought that he may not feel the same way as you; that it was all just the sex for him. You werenât sure if you even wanted to know.
âOh get over yourself,â trying to ease your tension, though you couldnât help but giggle just a bit. âIâll admit I was a little hesitant, but youâve actually gotten better since we were sixteen, believe it or not. I think Iâll keep you around for a while.â
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You stood in the mirror looking at yourself, almost impressed by the outfit you had chosen for the party. Turning to inspect yourself from each angle, you looked damn good. The text from Becca confirming she was here had you fixing your hair one last time before heading down the elevator and sliding into the backseat of her car.
She told the driver directions, then closed the partition and settled in next to you. âTonight is going to be something to remember, I can just feel it. No school for a month, and you and I both know thereâll be a party every other night after this. Be prepared for anything, my love.â
You couldnât tell if her tone was one of excitement or perhaps a warning, but you decided to ignore the slight pit in your stomach as you leaned forward to grab the bottle of champagne. By the time you all had picked up a small group of your friends, you arrived to the party fairly tipsy. Linking arms with Becca, you waltzed in as if you owned because, well, you did. The club was done to the nines. Incandescent lights and the best DJ money can get. An open bar and more than enough room to dance and let loose. Your first stop was the bar, ordering a vodka sour and leaning back on the bar to wait. That was when you noticed Bucky at the far end, some girl clinging to his arm. Though she looked far more interested than him, it still sends a slight pang of jealousy through your body. He meets your eyes, then wraps an arm around her waist and presses a kiss on her neck, his gaze never wavering. You were overcome with such an intense, foreign emotion, all you could do was throw your drink back before waving for another one. Slipping the bartender a generous tip for his instinct to make your next one just a bit stronger, you strutted off to the dance floor without another glance at Bucky.
After downing your second drinking and setting the empty glass on the tray of a nearby waiter, you drifted deeper into the throng of moving bodies, the alcohol making your body feel warm. The large pair of hands that grabbed your hips added to that warmth, as you turned your head to see Steve was the one who had stepped into your space.
âHey sugar, howâs my pretty girl?â
âSteve, come on, you know not to call me that.â You had hooked up one time last year, and it was amazing, but laying in bed with him afterwards, the realization hit you that not only were you definitely better off as friends, but fucking Buckyâs best friend probably wasnât the smartest move on your part. He acted indifferent at the time, making a jab at your tendency to ghost your conquests, and how you couldnât avoid this one. Now you were sure that had been masking his true feelings, because when you glanced back to the bar, you saw his expression mirrored yours ten minutes earlier.
That image is what gave you the confidence to spin, pressing your chest to Steveâs, and pull his large frame down for a kiss. You had planned on giving him a nice peck, long enough to put Bucky on edge, but not enough that Steve thought you had more intentions than you let on. As you began to pull away, he grabbed the back of your neck and deepened it; you had forgotten what a damn good kisser he was. It left you in a bit of a trance as he pulled you through the crowd. It hit you when Steve had you pressed against the bathroom that you did not want to be doing this. You gave his shoulders a squeeze and he took a step back, giving you a knowing look. Before you could even get a word out, he was already laughing.
âListen gal, I know about you and Buck.â You opened your mouth to protest but shut it at the look he gave you before continuing, âDonât worry, he didnât tell me, but you forget how well I know the both of you. Neither of you have had this much of a giddy glow around you since you lost your virginities. And itâs about damn time, because Iâm sick of him whining that no other girl can compare to you. Go talk to him, finally confess, and put us all out of our misery.â
âFirst of all, I am not glowing, youâre delusional. Second, no matter what either of us feels, you know as well as I do that Beck would kill us before anyone even spoke a word of it. We can keep our little secret until we get sick of each other, and everyone else is none the wiser. Except you, apparently.â That made a triumphant grin appear on his face, though his brows furrowed a bit as he completely took in what you said.
âHeâs not going to get sick of you. And youâre not going to get sick of him. You all have been pining for each other since we were twelve; I donât know how Iâm the only one whoâs noticed. Whether you believe me or not, you know deep down the feelings you have for him go far beyond the sheets of your bed. So Iâll say it again. Go tell him. Before he gets stuck on the same stupid train of thought you are.â
His words hit you like a ton of bricks. Of course you had feelings for Bucky; of course they werenât just a side effect of the sex. Itâs crazy how long it took you to realize it, but Steveâs encouraging smile had you biting your lip as you walked out of the bathroom in search of Bucky. Consequences be damned, you were going to tell him how you felt.
Except, he wasnât at the bar anymore, and neither was the girl he had been with. Your eyes begin searching through the crowded club for him, and then you noticed Becca barrelling towards you.
âI saw her. The girl Buckyâs been with? I saw him take her up to the roof. I donât know who she is, but she looked like a box-dyed bimbo. Probably a D-lister. God, they really need to up the security. Anyways, keep a look out for her, we need to show her sheâs not welcome around here.â And that happened to be the moment Steve slid out of the bathroom, obviously hoping to go unnoticed, but bumped straight into Becca. She looked between the two of you before a wide grin took over her face. âI knew it had to be someone we were close to! You were so hush hush about your hook up, but I didnât expect it to be Steve. Iâm shocked, and a little upset that youâre trying to take one of my boys away from me. At least itâs not Bucky, right?â
Your breath caught in your chest and you threw a hopeless look at Steve. But before you could say anything, Becca was blazing a trail through the mass of people, to the stairwell door where Bucky and the girl were stumbling out. Your heart dropped to the floor, realizing he had taken her to the same place you all shared just a few weeks ago. But you didnât have time to dwell on the fact as you rushed through the path Becca had made, watching in horror as she dumped her drink all over the poor girlâs head.
She let out a scared shriek, obviously having no clue what was going on, and you pushed Becca away before standing in front of the girl, trying to calm her down. You may have been reeking of jealousy just moments ago, but this was going too far.
âWhat the hell, Beck! What is wrong with you?â She scoffed in response, the only other explanation offered was along the lines of she deserved it. Her unbothered expression turned into confusion and anger as you led the girl, whose name you had now learned was Amelia, to the bathroom to help clean her up. She was obviously very confused, but you just offered her a reassuring smile, telling her that you would make sure nothing like this ever happened again. You called an uber, handing her a wad of bills and pushing her into the car before she could refuse. The last thing you saw was the grateful look on her face as the car drove off.
As it disappeared around the corner, you heard the distinct sound of heels behind you.
âWhat the fuck! You just made me look like a total bitch back there! So much for being my best friend, now what is everyone going to think?â
Resisting the urge to simply knock her on her ass, you showed restraint, attempting to take the high road. âThat was unnecessary, Beck! I know you think you have some hold over Bucky that makes you think he canât make his own decisions, and he canât devote any more than a nightâs attention to any girl other than you, but get. The fuck. Over it. Itâs petty, childish, and not something I want in my life. We are twenty fucking one years old! This isnât high school, there are no homecoming queens, and everyoneâs life doesnât revolve around you. I know youâre used to getting everything you want, but grow up. Money and meanness doesnât make friends, itâs about time you figured that out.â By the time you finished, you were almost out of breath, and had no idea what to expect from Becca as a reaction.
âI guess I need to go find some ânew friendsâ then. Good luck on your own, babe, you wonât matter without me.â Her driver pulled up at that exact moment, almost as if she planned it, and she slid into the car without a single glance back.
You knew what she said wasnât true as well as she did, and you also knew she would get over it in a few days, coming over with a bottle of wine and your favorite chocolate so she didnât actually have to say Iâm sorry.
You were contemplating whether or not you would allow her back into your life when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning around, you found Bucky behind you, guilt written all over his face. You could tell he wants to apologize, but you cut him off before he can get the chance.
âJust donât. This was my idea, you donât need to apologize. You were just doing exactly what you would always do if it werenât for me. But I think this just goes to show that there shouldnât be anything between us. Beck will cool down in a few days and everything will be normal; weâll go back to pretending to hate each other, and the world will be right again. Iâm sorry about this.â
You couldnât look at his face, knowing you would break down the moment those icy blues met yours. So you headed in the direction of your apartment, needing the night sky and the cool air to clear your thoughts. You didnât want to think about Bucky behind you on the sidewalk, watching your retreating figure with watery eyes.
--
Your walk home was surprisingly silent for this part of the city, and you were almost feeling better as you stepped through the door of your apartment. You immediately take off your coat and heels, intent on stripping down and taking a hot bath as a chaser for the shot to hell night. As you move past the living room, about to pull your dress over your head, you catch movement on your couch. Youâre about to let out a scream when you realize itâs Bucky.
âJames, what the hell are you doing here? I told you, we need to end this. I canât stand to watch the man I love hook up with other girls then come back to me like Iâm just another fuck. Itâs been so damn hard to watch that for years, and I never even knew why. But now that Iâve had you, now that Iâve realized my feelings, I need to do everything I can to stop from getting hurt.â Tears were streaming down your face; mascara streaking and the bath long forgotten. You tried to get to your room without another look at Bucky, but he reached to grab your wrist as you went by, and pulled your body into his.
The look in his eyes was something of a fairytale and as he lifted a hand to wipe a tear from your cheek, you swore you could feel him returning your feelings wordlessly. âI canât believe you love me too. I canât believe this is real; itâs all Iâve wanted since I knew what love was. You have been it for me, and the fact that you could ever want me in the same way is something out of my dreams.â You didnât think anything you said right now could be enough of a response, so instead you kiss him with as much passion as you possibly can, hoping to convey the hurricane of emotions you were feeling.
He pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, and whispered, âI love you, Ray.â
âWhy do you call me that, Buck? I never understood it.â He looked almost embarrassed to answer, heat creeping up his neck, and he gave you the prettiest smile you had ever seen.
âItâs because, to me, you are a ray of sunshine. Youâve brightened my world the day you walked into it, pig tails, plaid skirt, and all. Even when I didnât know what it meant, or what I was feeling, you turned every dark emotion into a rainbow. Everything youâve done for me, whether you realized it or not, made my life better.â
The tears were streaming down your face now, and it felt like you were cloud nine. Bucky led you towards the couch, kissing you like his life depended on it; and maybe it did.
âYou were never just a fuck to me, you have to know that. Let me show you, let me make love to you.â Bucky lifted your dress over your head before sinking down to his knees, pulling your panties down with him. He worshipped your body in the best way he knew how, and before you knew it you were falling apart for him.
He kissed up your body and discarded his clothes before turning you around and bending you over the couch, with your bodies facing towards the front of your apartment. He kept his promise, making love to you slowly and deeply. You were both so enthralled with each other that you didnât hear the front door open.
The thump of a bag dropping tore you out of your own world, both you and Bucky looking up in horror at the voice you heard. âIâm sorry, honey, I totally overreacted. Letâs kiss and make u-â Her words broke off as she rounded the corner.
Becca stood, mouth open in shock, phone clutched in hand, as she finally let herself breathe. You scrambled to put your dress on, Bucky struggling to do the same with his pants, as you tried to walk over to her. But by the time you were halfway decent, she was already grabbing her bag and walking towards the door. With one last astonished look, she slammed the door behind her.
You sunk to the floor, still reeling from what just happened. Bucky got on his knees beside you as the sobs began, stroking your hair and telling you everything was okay.
--
It had been a week. One whole week of radio silence. You tried to call and text a few times, but got no response. Bucky tried to go home the next day and talk to her, but she left the room the second she caught a glimpse of him. He eventually packed a bag and stayed with you.
You were in the kitchen contemplating breakfast as Bucky came in with two cups of coffee. He set them down and glanced at your phone. âHey, your phone is going crazy. Have you checked it today?â You shook your head and made your way over. The first message you saw was from Becca, false hope filling your chest, until you opened the text, completely and utterly confused.
Good luck.
Skimming through the rest of your notifications, you saw headline after headline, all gossip magazines, all with a picture of you and Bucky half naked splashed over the pages.
You couldnât believe Becca would do something like this. So twisted - so evil.
She took a private moment she intruded on and turned it into her version of revenge. The emptiness you felt at potentially losing your best friend morphed into pure rage. Who the fuck did she think she was? After everything you tried to help her with, after all the shit you forgave her for, fifteen years down the drain because she couldnât stand the sight of you with her brother. Well fuck that. You still werenât scared of her, and above all, you wouldnât stoop to her level. So you intertwine your hand with Buckyâs, ready to go out for breakfast as if it were any other day. You wanted to show off your boyfriend, consequences be damned.
tagging people who interact with me sometimes *:ｼďžâ§*:ｼďžâ§
summary: based on "good in bed" by dua lipa. fwb to lovers, need i say more?
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
word count: 2.5k
warnings: smut (!!) MINORS DNI, so much swearing, one (1) mention of miss natasha romanoff, mention of alcohol/being drunk
a/n: i draw a lot of inspiration from music so i was listening to this song and just got the urge to start writing. if you know this song or want to listen to it while reading, i hope you catch the obvious use of lyrics throughout. this is also my first time ever writing smut, and i was very very nervous but @starrysebastians and @pellucid-constellations helped me and gave me the confidence to do something new. feedback is always appreciated, i hope you enjoy !!
âYou love to disappoint me, donât you?â
Bucky gave you a smug look as he pulled his boxers on, knowing this happened every time. âBaby, please, can we skip this tonight?â He sighed and began gathering the rest of his clothes, truly looking exhausted. âPlus, I thought it was my turn to try and break things off.â
You couldnât help but roll your eyes as you flopped back down into the mess of pillows; this was yours and Buckyâs little game. A 1am text, mind-blowing sex, clean up and go. Except one of you always tried to break it off. It varied depending on who texted who, and why they needed the release. But the base of it came down to one simple thing: you were not good for each other. I mean, you drove each other mad; not a single one of your friends would ever believe you all had been fucking at least three times a week for months now. Every time the group was together, you and Bucky were either at each otherâs throats bickering or giving glaring looks across the room.
Everyone knew why, they could feel the sexual tension from a mile away. But the two of you were to goddamn stubborn to realize that, so you chalked it up to âheâs a asshole whoâll fuck his way through a barâ and âsheâs a frigid bitch who needs someone to actually make her come.â
âYou know I can tell when you fake your moans, darlinâ,â The look on his face made you want to break his jaw right then and there, âyouâre only a wall away. Let me have a night to show you how a real man can fuck you.â
It had started like any other one of Tonyâs parties; you had one shot too many, and Buckyâs ego got inflated by the women fawning over him. He flirted shamelessly and you pretended to indulge him until he said something that pissed you off, and Natasha had to drag you away before you got too bold and actually tried to break his jaw.
But that night had been different. Maybe itâs because you drank less, so you were in the middle ground where you werenât quite sober but not drunk enough to start swinging at the first off-handed comment. Or maybe you were just so damn tired of pretending that it wasnât Buckyâs face you pictured every time some idiot recruit was brave enough to get into your bed. They were never - and you truly mean never - good. Call it a flaw in that SHIELD training, but every orgasm you faked had the thought of Bucky between your legs, finally being the one to make you come with something other than your hands. That perfect amount of tipsy had you loose-lipped and leaning more into his advances.
âWell Barnes, I think I may finally be ready to take you up on that offer.â The expression on his face may have had you laugh if you werenât so desperate for him to take you seriously. You immediately have a flurry of doubtful thoughts racing through your mind; maybe he had never been serious, maybe the thought of actually fucking you disgusted him, maybe h-
Almost as if he could read your mind, he brought a gentle hand to your chin and forced you to meet his eyes. âHoney, you have no idea how long Iâve wanted to hear that.â He pressed an almost loving kiss to your lips before he took your hand and led you to the elevator.
You were confused. Hooking up with Bucky did not seem like it was going to be so intimate. Maybe he was all talk and mayb-
No, he most definitely was not. The second you were in the elevator he was all over you. Tongues clashing and hands everywhere, washed in urgency. By the time he had you under him in his bed, you were both free of clothes save for your underwear; and you silently prayed that nothing had come off in the hall, because you did not want to provide any kind of explanation in the morning.
His hands tugging at your panties brought you back to the moment, and the look on his face could have made you come right then and there.
He softly spread your legs apart, placing light kisses along your calves and thighs, teasing you, and your hips bucked up just enough to have him place his left arm across your waist to keep you pinned down.
âUh huh, pretty girl, Iâm gonna take my time with you. You deserve to feel all the things youâve been missing.â And with that he finally made contact with where you needed him most. His fingers rubbed gentle circles on your clit as he watched your head fall back in satisfaction. He could swear that you looked ethereal with the way the moonlight fell over your body.
When his mouth replaced his fingers, and he pushed a digit into you, the moan you let out was nearly pornographic. With all the bad sex youâd had lately, youâd all but forgotten how it felt the be touched like this. The second finger he slid into you had you on the edge, and he could tell by the way you clenched around him.
âLet go, baby. Iâve got you. I promise.â You couldnât tell if it was the crook of his fingers or his lovely words that finally pushed you over the edge. In the end it didnât matter which, because you were riding a high you had never experienced before. He held your hips in place until you came down, then placed a trail of sloppy kisses up your abdomen before reaching behind you to unhook your bra. The second it was off, his lips were wrapped around a nipple, and he ground his hips into yours as he felt it harden underneath his touch.
Not wanting to wait a second longer, you reached down to tug his boxers down. And he, too blissed out to even think about stopping you, he helped get them off before quickly hovering his body over yours.
As he slid into you, the air left your lungs, body stretching to take him all in. At your first moan he leaned to whisper in your ear, âIâve been waiting so long to do this. So goddamn long,â and captured your lips in a needy kiss. It was messy, with tongues exploring and teeth clashing, and it perfectly encapsulated your relationship with Bucky. As his pace became more and more uneven, you reached a hand between your bodies, rubbing quick circles around your clit; Bucky bit his lip watching you, and the sight of your action combined with his fixation on the space where your bodies met had him teetering on the edge of his orgasm.
âI need you to come, pretty girl. I can feel how close you are, come for me.â The coil in your stomach finally snapped and Bucky could feel your walls squeezing him for all he was worth. His words were gravely and filled with urgency. âIâm gonna come baby, where do you want me?â
âInside me, please. Please Bucky - fuck - I need you to fill me up. I want all of you.â His thrusts were erratic and sloppy as he spilled into you, not sure if he would ever stop. He didnât pull out at first, instead leaning down to press a series of kisses up your chest and neck before slotting his lips against your own.
As he finally removed himself, he let out a low hum at the sight of your release mixing with his, slipping down onto the sheets. He started to harden again and brought you up, chest to chest, with him. The feel of his warm breath against your ear had chills running down your spine. âI know you can handle another round, sweetheart, let me make you feel good all night long.â
And for the next few hours you learned the full truth of what Bucky had been teasing you about all this time.
And the more you learned, the more you let your distaste for Bucky go. You tried to tell yourself, both of you tried to tell yourselves, that it was just the release of the sexual tension that had been pent up for so long. Because you couldnât possibly have feelings for each other, no. A tenuous friendship, maybe, but nothing more.
Which brought you back to now, where you were yet again trying to end things for the hundredth time. âWell maybe if you knew me the way you know my body,â the words slipped out of your mouth before you had a chance to catch them. What did that even mean, had you just confessed to thinking of this as more than a teammate with benefits situation? Did he even hear you? With the look he gave you and the immediate rush out the door, you knew he had.
You knew you fucked up, of course you would eventually. Thatâs why you kept on trying to stop it - what âitâ was. But that didnât explain why he tried the same thing. You couldnât wrap your head around it, so you took this interaction as a confirmation of the end.
So how were you in Buckyâs bed with his face in between your thighs just days later, feeling higher than you ever had before? When you pushed your way into his room, you thought maybe you could talk things through, figure out just what your words meant, maybe officially end things. But you knew each other too well, better than anyone else did, and you fell into each otherâs arms before either of you could speak a word. Because you didnât know how to talk, but damn you knew how to fuck.
You couldnât stay away from each other, and you were determined to figure out how he felt about you - really felt about you - because you knew the longer this went on, the more it would hurt for it to finally end. You would think that the past few months would have already made it hard regardless, and it would be hard, but you were pretty good at keeping your feelings in check. Maybe Bucky had been right about you being a frigid bitch. But you could only hide for so long, and your facade was starting to crumble very quickly. You were determined to force both him and yourself to face the truth of your situationship, no matter what the end result was.
Though when a month had passed and you were on your sixth night in a row of sneaking out of Buckyâs room, it became glaringly obvious you werenât great at confronting feelings you had buried under a mountain of orgasms. As he pulled out and helped you both clean up, he was confused that when he came back out of the bathroom, you werenât pulling on your clothes to head out the door. Instead, you were sitting up, sheets pulled just barely over your chest, evidently waiting for something.
âYou- youâre staying?â His words werenât harse like you were expecting; they were almost hopeful, and that made your heart swell as you took a deep breath to prepare yourself for your next words.
âIâm done with this, for the last time, but maybe not in the way you think. Iâm falling in love with you, Bucky. Itâs driving me mad and Iâve never felt like this before. I never in a million years thought I would be in this position, but fuck am I glad that I am. No matter what you say next, I will never regret a second of this. Iâve been more alive in the past six months than I can ever remember, but if you donât feel the same, I swear Iâll be okay. We can go back to pretending to hate each other, or maybe even be friends, and no one ever has to know. There will be no hard feelings even though right now Iâm wishing with everything in me that you feel the same.â
You finally looked up to meet Buckyâs eyes, trying desperately to catch your breath.
The most content smile you had ever seen crossed his face. You thought the anticipation might kill you as you wait for his next words. âYou called me Bucky.â
âThatâs your main takeaway here?â He was unbelievable, and a goddamn fantastic actor, apparently. Any daydream you had of him returning your feelings was quickly making an exit; you just hoped he wouldnât make fun of you anymore than this. And you prayed to anything out there that he wouldnât tell the whole team you were pining for him while he had just been getting a good fuck.
âYou called me Bucky. Since the day I met you, itâs always been Barnes, or a colorful array of nicknames. Sometimes James when youâre really trying to prove a point. But youâve never called me Bucky. That means just as much as you saying you love me.â
âI didnât say - â
âI love you too. Iâve loved you since that first week when you knocked me on my ass for touching your candy stash,â That had you wearing a very proud smirk, âand I would have been content without any of this, with only being your friend. Hell, that's the whole reason I kept annoying you, just so I could be around you in any way. I donât give a damn if this is cheesy or cliche, because I love you, and I feel honored that a wonderful dame like you would want to give me the time of day.â
You swear to god that your stomach was doing more somersaults than a session of Natâs training as Bucky made his way to sit on the edge of the bed, pulling your face towards him the same gentle manner he had the first time he had kissed you. That caress shared more words than either of you could ever say, and you found yourself becoming putty in his loving hands.
He pulled back just an inch, much too far in your opinion, with a small laugh. âYou know they already know, right? The team.â The gasp that left your mouth and the borderline terror in your eyes told him that you most certainly did not know. âTheyâve been making bets on how long it would take for us to confess, and who would do it. They donât know that I know; but for some Avengers, theyâre awfully loud with their secrets in the kitchen.â
You didnât know whether to laugh or cry, so instead you decided to pull his body down over yours, already forming a plan to teach them a lesson about being so goddamn nosy.
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Summary : youâve had a long journey in order to fight your way back home, and home sometimes holds surprises. Destroyer!Chris x reader, description of violence and sex. (iâve never written smut before i have literally no idea what iâm doing donât mind me)Â
This was written for @baezenââs the other guys writing challenge, with the prompt : i really wish you told me your mother was in town ; thank you for giving love to these other guys, I hope this will do!!Â
Itâs already dark outside when you leave the building, duffel bag hastily swung over your shoulders without you even registering its weight on your bruised body â youâve been carrying this thing for over a month and youâve become immune to it. Rather, your shoulders already constantly hurt and it doesnât matter anymore because you just want to go home and spend an entire hour in a hot bath to wash away all the sweat and blood and dirt of the last few weeks.
âHey!â You stop in your tracks, a tilt of your head being the only sign that you have actually heard and acknowledged the voice of your colleague rushing behind you, the precinct doors slamming behind the both of you. âAre you sure you donât need a lift?â Â
Sam catches up with you, a little out of breath, probably because he took the stairs and tried to beat you to the door. You smile, shaking your head. Heâs looking you up and down and you know he wants to say you clearly are in no state to drive, or even to be standing upright. And driving you to your appartement isnât a problem because itâs on his way to his own.
âItâs okay. I think Iâm gonna crash at Chrisâ, itâs closer anyway.â You shift from one foot to another, transferring the weight of your body and your weapons on the leg that hurts the least. Samâs face morphs into understanding, a knowing smile stretching on his lips. You want to roll your eyes, but you canât help but chuckle.
Where are the thousands of notes this deserves, because this has everything. Chris, the storyline, (I was not expecting his mom to be there I thought he had another women overđ very relieved to say the least), the world building, the soft comfort between themâ agh this is super cute :â)
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Summary : youâve had a long journey in order to fight your way back home, and home sometimes holds surprises. Destroyer!Chris x reader, description of violence and sex. (iâve never written smut before i have literally no idea what iâm doing donât mind me)Â
This was written for @baezenââs the other guys writing challenge, with the prompt : i really wish you told me your mother was in town ; thank you for giving love to these other guys, I hope this will do!!Â
Itâs already dark outside when you leave the building, duffel bag hastily swung over your shoulders without you even registering its weight on your bruised body â youâve been carrying this thing for over a month and youâve become immune to it. Rather, your shoulders already constantly hurt and it doesnât matter anymore because you just want to go home and spend an entire hour in a hot bath to wash away all the sweat and blood and dirt of the last few weeks.
âHey!â You stop in your tracks, a tilt of your head being the only sign that you have actually heard and acknowledged the voice of your colleague rushing behind you, the precinct doors slamming behind the both of you. âAre you sure you donât need a lift?â Â
Sam catches up with you, a little out of breath, probably because he took the stairs and tried to beat you to the door. You smile, shaking your head. Heâs looking you up and down and you know he wants to say you clearly are in no state to drive, or even to be standing upright. And driving you to your appartement isnât a problem because itâs on his way to his own.
âItâs okay. I think Iâm gonna crash at Chrisâ, itâs closer anyway.â You shift from one foot to another, transferring the weight of your body and your weapons on the leg that hurts the least. Samâs face morphs into understanding, a knowing smile stretching on his lips. You want to roll your eyes, but you canât help but chuckle.
summary : the five times youâre tired but never of bucky
word count : 3k
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First time â Breakfast
Youâre always tired, and more particularly in the morning ; youâre not a morning person â everyone knows that. Steve knows that, Natasha knows that, even Sam knows that and doesnât pester you like he always does because he knows better than annoying you when youâre still half asleep and havenât gotten any caffeine yet. Maybe, just maybe, itâs due to the fact that he tried once and ended up with a bleeding nose.
James Barnes doesnât know anything about you. He knows Steve by heart and had several encounters with the rest of the Avengers, but he had never met you before moving to the compound. He finds you fascinating, and canât help but stare at you whenever youâre not looking, whenever he thinks you canât feel his steel blue eyes on you. It doesnât bother you, because sometimes you canât help but doing the exact same thing, your bright orbs trailing down his jawline more often than youâre willing to admit.
Thatâs exactly what you are doing right know, while youâre sitting at the kitchen counter with a steaming cup of coffee and a cereal bowl in front of you, your hand frozen in mid-air with a milk-dripping spoon. Youâre too tired to try to hide it and be sneaky or subtle about it and itâs not like it matters because as previously said : everyone knows not to talk to you or even pay you attention in the morning â everyone except Bucky, whoâs trying to adapt to his new life style and while doing so, trying to form new friendships.
After filling his own cup of coffee and grabbing the cereal box, he sits right next to you â the seat no one dares to touch because itâs too close and too early for this but he never knew that was the reason why it was always empty â and begins pouring cereals in his bowl.
âHey, can you give me the milk?â he asks, his voice still raspy from sleep - more like his lack of.
âIs he talking to her?â Sam whispers into Steveâs ear, earning a small slap to get him to shut up.
Thereâs a small moment of silence where Bucky wonders what he has done wrong, because everyone is looking at him, then at you, and then back at him and back at her. Asking someone for milk isnât offensive nowadays, is it?
âUh, sure,â you answer after setting your spoon back in the bowl and grabbing the bottle for the brunette looking completely lost.
âThanks,â he mutters, frowning.
âYou didnât get a spoon,â you state. âD'you want me to get you a spoon?â What follows next is the sound of Sam chocking on his food and Steve patting his back while looking at the two of you with sheer incredulity on his features. Natasha is just smirking and twirls her red curls between her fingers before taking a sip of her beverage.
âOh, yeah, thanks,â Bucky smiles and you smile back, returning your focus on your breakfast and eating peacefully next to the ex-assassin, your arms brushing against each other sometimes.
âAm I dreaming? Please slap me Steve.â
Second time â Date gone wrong
The first thing that can be heard when the elevators door open is a string of colourful curses leaving your mouth, eyes brows set in a frown. It deepens even more when your notice that the kitchen lights are still on. You donât want to see anybody, nor talk with anybody. You literally want to grab the first guy you see and slam him into a wall and then knee him in the balls before smashing his head against the â
You stop abrubtedly when you spot James leaning on the counter, his eyes unfocused while stearing whatever is in his cup. Youâre exhausted and angry and the first and only thing you wanted to do was go straight to bed and sleep for twenty-four hours but now he got your full attention.
But before you can say anything, freaking Sam Wilson had to appear right behind you.
âSo, this date?â you turn your head to face him, slowly and almost dangerously, before your eyes meet his shoot him daggers. âWhat? Just asking!â
âNot a good time.â You spit and he smirks.
âDo you mean that like, Sam, itâs not a good time to talk about this or like, you didnât have a good time?â
âSam,â you growl, more like a warning, and drop your bag on the floor while Bucky stands up straighter.  Iâm tired and I donât want to talk about it because he was an asshole and I just wasted a good night sleep and Iâm so pissed off, okay? Donât make it worse or I swear I will rip your head off.â
âOkay, okay!â Sam raises his head in surrender and jogs to the fridge to grab a drink.
James watches you closely as you walk over to the counter and linger here for a moment, looking at what he is having.
âWhat is that?â You ask, smelling the cup with sudden interest.
âItâs a tea Wanda gave me,â he answers before adding more quietly : ââSaid it helped with nightmares and stuff.â
âCan I have one?â You then ask, tone a bit more timid. Bucky is skilled enough to hide his surprise and nods, his face remaining expressionless while Sam opens his mouth dramatically before exiting the kitchen, groaning.
James keeps his gaze focused on the boiling water and grabs another cup while he can hear the sound of you removing your high heals and jacket before the sound of the leather chair squeaking underneath you can be heard.
âThanks.â You mutter with a tiny smile when he hands you a steaming cup, the smell of spices and plants invading the room once again.
You set your elbow on the counter and then rest your head on the palm of your hand, yawning and keeping your eyes shut for a second. Bucky takes advantage of your closed lids to watch you closely, having returned to his seat across from you. He notices that your makeup is a bit darker than usual and youâre wearing a bright lipstick and the fact that you put effort into your makeup for a jerk makes him sigh loudly.Â
âWhatâs the matter?â You ask, bright eyes having re-opened and staring at him expectantly.
He stays silent for a minute because heâs stunned at the fact that youâre so angry and tired but still take the time to ask him what is wrong with him.
âCan I ask you what happened with that guy?â And you told him over her cup of tea, without hesistation, because you can be angry and tired but heâs the exception.
Third time â Movie night
âWhat are you watching?â you ask when entering the living room and seeing the golden trio (Steve, Sam et Bucky) on the couch, trying to hold back a yawn but your eyes still water.
âWeâre showing the fossil over here â â Sam nods towards Bucky. â â some of the classics he missed.â
âAnd the first movie that came to your mind is⌠Toy Story? Right, itâs the masterpiece of the century!â Your voice drips with sarcasm and judgment but really, you also want to scream at the top of your lungs : James Buchanan Barnes is watching Toy Story and it is the cutest thing ever.
âHey!â
âHow old are you again?â
âWerenât you the one I caught watching Finding Dory just a week ago? And those tissues on the couch, uh, I donât think it was because of a cold!â
âShut the fuck up Sam, I told you I â â
âAllergies, right.â
âIâll kill you.â You threaten, taking a step forward.
âGuys!â Steve whines, while Bucky just sits there and watch the two of you bicker. He is used to it by now.
âAlright, Iâll watch it with you.â You yawn again before sitting on the couch, right next to Bucky. âBut itâs definitely not because I wanna watch this stupid movie. Iâm tired and I just want company. Got that?â
âRight. And Iâm freaking Captain America.â Sam rolls his eyes and you have to lean on Bucky so you can slap the Falconâs arm. âOw! Steve, did you see that?â Steve sighs and knows itâs not worth it. âMetal arm, did you see that?â
âNo one cares if you get hit, birdbrain.â
This goes on for about ten minutes before silence takes over, just like sleep takes over you. You yawn for the hundredth time and Bucky notices, thatâs why he leans forward to grab the blanket that was folded on the table, and draps it over you. You lift your head to watch him and smile, touched by the gesture.
âSo I donât get a blanket?â
Itâs too late for this and James knows it ; Sam should now it too.
âShut the fuck up before I make you.â You growl before getting closer to the man next to you and cuddling up against him. Then you mumble something against his chest but he canât hear it because the blanket is all over you.
âMh?â
âI said : we can share.â
Sam and Steve both whip their heads to the left, eyes wide opened. Bucky smiles and this time draps the blanket over the two of you, his arm pulling you closer to him while you smile contently and begin falling asleep with the sound of his heartbeat in your ears.
âWhat so Iâve know the girl for three years and she wonât talk to me without insulting me when sheâs tired but youâve been here for two months and she cuddles with you? What the fuck man, whatâs so special about you?â
Fourth time - Mission aftermath
The elevator dings and Bucky straightens up, his eyes scanning his friendsâ faces, dirty and battered, and his eyebrows shoot up in an interrogative manner.
âWhat the hell happened?â
There is a moment of silence where Sam sighs rather loudly and where Nat doesnât even look up, too busy kicking off her shoes and pressing on her ankle, probably because she sprained it. Bucky has more time to take in their apparence and more time to notice that someone is missing, which make him stand up rather abrubtedly.
âAmbush,â Steve speaks up first, dropping his bag on the floor. âItâs complicated. Iâll explain in the briefing room.â
Bucky nods before asking hesitantly : âDid someone get hurt?â Obviously they all got hurt but they know heâs talking about more severe injuries than a sprained ankle or a broken wrist.
âSheâs in the med bay,â Nat mutters, letting her hair down and smirking a bit.
When he finds you, youâre sitting on the hospital bed and wiping tears off your face with the back of your hand while one of the nurses is taking your blood pressure. The ex winter soldier stalks behind a doctor and asks quietly about you, and learns that there was an explosion and you couldnât get out in time. His jaw and fists tighten while his worried eyes scan you ; youâre looking so small and worned out and heâs scared you are going to pass out at any moment.
âHey, I need you to answer a couple of questions so I can finish your evaluation. On a scale from 1 to 10, how bad is the pain?â Your eyes water up again and you grumble something that doesnât make any sense before clearing your throat.
âCan I lay down? And sleep? Iâm too tired,â you mutter and it almost sounds like you are pleading. The nurse helps you get into the bed and you still havenât noticed Bucky standing there, arms crossed over his chest and his brows set into a worried frown.
âSo, on a scale from 1 to 10 â â
âOh, shut up!â You and Bucky mutter at the exact same time, and thatâs when you see him.
âJames?â Your head shoots up and you try to sit down again but he hurries at your side and pushes you back, gently, stroking your shoulder with his thumb.
âHey, take it easy,â he says softly, crouching down so your eyes can be on the same level. â âSome nasty bruises youâve got here.â
You lay back down with a sigh, adjusting your head on the pillow before turning to him and putting your hand over his. He immediately laces your fingers together and brings your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss on it while you try smiling softly at him.
âYou got me worried over there.â he confesses and you wipe your eyes again. âHey, why are you crying?â
âDonât think itâs because of you, asshole ; Iâm just hurting,â you roll your watery eyes before grabbing his hand a bit tighter.
âOh yeah? You think you can tell me how bad it is on a scale from 1 to 10?â He asks with a smirk that makes you whine.
âI hate you!â
âSeriously though,â his smile drops and he shifts a bit closer to you ; his blue eyes scanning your face once again, worried. âHow bad is it?â
You close your eyes for a second before answering quietly, almost to yourself : âIâd say itâs an 8.â
âDo you want me to ask them for painkillers?â
âAlready gave them to me, Iâm waiting for them to kick in,â you shrug before wincing in pain. âYouâre here, itâs okay.â
And when you hold your entertwined hands over your chest before closing your eyes, Sam and Steve are just outside the room, their eyes bulging out of their sockets.
âIs this for real? She nearly bit me when I tried to help her! What is wrong with me? Steve!â
Fifth time â Ditching a gala
You can tell by watching him that he doesnât want to be there, he doesnât even belong in a ball room and he hasnât danced in so long that he fears he is going to trop over his own foot if he tries.
And you can tell that you donât want to be here either â not because you donât belong here with all those fancy people because oh you do, with your silk gown subtly revealing your long legs and your dark lipstick complimenting the color of your eyes. But despite your look your still seem tired, your eyes unfocused while you are absentedmindly playing with the red straw thatâs in your drink, and it doesnât go unnoticed.Â
Bucky watches you closely, as you fake smile and laugh, that is until you catch his steel blue eyes and your dark red lips part in surprise, maybe even admiration, lust, and you truly smile for the first time in the night, your dimples showing, and he can swear that from his position, your cheeks darkened. A minute later youâre standing by his side, sliding your soft hand down his flesh arm and grabbing his hand.
âCould you at least pretend not to be that bored?â You snicker and Bucky only rolls his eyes.
âI could say the same to you,â itâs his turn to smirk, brushing his thumb against the back of your hand. âI could hear your fake laugh even without my super-hearing.â
You just smile.
âWanna get out of here?â You donât have to ask twice for Bucky to drag you to the closest exit, both of you not even noticing the stares your friends are giving you, and neither can you hear Sam muttering to himself :
âI came to say she looked good earlier in the night and she just told me to shut up. Tell me honestly, do I have to get blue contacts? Grow my hair? Look like I wanna murder you all the time?â
You both have long forgotten about the party and right now, you are resting your backs against the elevator wall, waiting for it to reach the right level. You try to hide your repetitive yawning but Bucky chuckles and brings you closer to him, his metal arm holding your waist while you rest your head against his shoulder, closing your tired eyes.
The super soldier walks you to your room, still touching you whenever he gets the chance â an arm brushing against the other, a hand lingering on her skin. He tries making your bed look as soft as possible by adjusting the covers and the pillows while you change in the bathroom, exiting in only a oversized shirt.
âWhat?â You chuckle because Bucky is looking at you with a small smile on his face and his big blue eyes are staring at you with the softest look you have ever seen in them and if he keeps doing that you might even get nervous.
âYouâre beautiful,â he just says, almost blushing. And definitely blushing when you donât even try holding back your laugh, to the point that you are almost crying.
âGod. This is cheesy.â You shake your head, taking a step closer to him and snaking your arms around his neck, your breath fanning against his face.
âShut up,â he only rolls his eyes, adoring smile on his plump lips, mirroring yours. Then you slide your hands down to his chest and push him on your bed.
âStay with me tonight?â You ask softly, propping up your elbow on one of the pillows and resting your cheek in the palm of your hand. James just nods, and lays down beside you, grabbing you elbow to make you fall onto him so that your face is resting against his chest, the pattern of his breathing matching your own. You stifle a yawn for the 10th time in a few minutes.
The former Winter Soldier shifts slightly so he can face you, stroking your cheek with the back of his flesh hand. âAre you too tired to kiss me?â
You chuckle, arching an eyebrow, waiting for him to laugh or tell you itâs a joke â anything! but he just stares at you, a small and tender smile playing on his plump lips. Only then you realize that he truly meant what he said, and you smirk before whispering :
âAlways tired, but never of youâ, while snaking your arms up his neck and pulling him closer.
Omg the amount of times I was like "Iâd so say thatâ 𤣠I vibe so hard with this fic omg. I am always tired, but also always soft for Bucky. Amazing job again â¤â¤
