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Bucky Barnes

"Who the hell is Bucky?"

Young Romanoff - Natasha's sister has to train with none other than the Hydra's most precious soldier as a part of the Black Widow Program. [➳]

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roommate! bucky barnes x reader

summary || Bucky gets horny while watching a movie.

warnings || handjob, crack fic — MINORS DNI

divider by @firefly-graphics

I don’t even know what this is lmaooo.

You stifled a yawn as you stretched your legs further into Bucky’s lap, it was a tradition now since your feet always got cold. Your eyes were drooping low, but you shook your head to stay awake. The TV was throwing colours over the overwise dark room and you were getting sleepy looking at the bright screen.

“That boring?” Bucky asked, turning away from the stupid horror movie he had chosen. “No. I’m just very tired.” You lied. You were sleepy, while watching a horror movie, and it wasn’t even halfway through. The movie was just downright terrible.

“Don’t lie. I know it’s awful. Kinda was a bad pick.” Bucky said dejectedly. “Uff, glad to know I’m not the only one who thinks this is pathetic.” Bucky was a little touchy when it came to the movies he selected, so you tended not to usually criticise them in front of him.

You were about to switch off the TV when suddenly the main characters started making out, in the middle of a haunted house. You wanted to roll your eyes, but the scenes were oddly arousing. The scenes progressed further until they were literally fucking in the dilapidated room.

You wiggled your feet a little in Bucky’s lap to get more comfortable, but then foot accidentally touched something hard and hot in his pants. You both stilled and left the TV to look straight into each other’s eyes.

A devilish idea crossed in your head and you pressed your foot down a little harder. He hissed through his teeth and yet didn’t stop you, so you decided to continue rubbing your foot over his tented pants. But then you purposely took your leg away to gauge his reaction.

“Don’t tease me doll.” His voice was raspy as he looked at you with lust blown eyes. You crawled further until you were right next to him. In the dim light of the TV playing the now forgotten movie, you could see his blue eyes sparkling.

Bucky was a gorgeous man and you’d be a fool to not want him. Bucky placed his hand on your chin and smashed your lips together in a passionate kiss. You trailed your hand down the hard planes of his body as you kissed him.

“Fuck.” He cursed when you slipped your hand into his pants and curled your hand around his hot length. You pressed tight circles on his slit with your thumb and spread the precum. He closed his eyes and leaned against the sofa once you started moving your hand along his length.

You had accidentally seen Bucky naked once, and you knew he was well endowed. But jerking him off was a whole another experience. Your eyes weren’t leaving Bucky’s face because he looked absolutely magnificent, his eyes closed and his plump lip trapped between his teeth as he relaxed.

“I’ve wanted this for so long… fuck!” He sighed as you twisted your hand around his head. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” You asked as you started moving your hand faster. “I… I thought you didn’t want… fuck, I’m going to cum!”

“No wait! Not on the couch please!” You cried out. You were about to take your hand away, but Bucky held you there. “Please god, don’t stop!” His hand guided your fist to go faster. “Bucky! You’re going to ruin the couch and the carpet.”

“No. Take…” he closed his eyes and you could feel that he was on the edge as his cock twitched in your hand. “Take the mug.. quick!” Following Bucky blindly, you took the first cup you could reach on the table. Bucky groaned loudly as he came and you collected his cum in the cup.

Bucky’s body sagged into the couch when he came down from the orgasmic high. You giggled like idiots about what just had happened before your eyes went back to the mug. “Oh my god Bucky! You just ruined my favourite coffee cup!” You screamed.

“I wouldn’t say ruined it…. umm, I just added some extra cream.” He said laughing at his own joke. “Ewww. Not funny.” You said making a face. Bucky pulled you back in his arms and held you there. Soon, you too started laughing on the absurdity of the whole situation. “Well, it was still better than the movie.”

toxic | steve kemp series.

summary: steve kemp has found his match.

warnings: smut (18+), swearing, mentions of murder, poisoning, drugging, dark themes, fresh spoilers

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People saying they turn vegan after watching fresh. I just get turned on :)

Imagine being part of the Marvel cast and being liked by these guys!

A/n: gifs aren’t mine!

Tom Hiddleston

Y/n: Hiddles! Wanna hear a quote I made?

Tom: I’d rather no-

Y/n: Okay great! Listen carefully!

Tom: I’m listening!

Y/n: Roses are red, violets are blue, vodka costs less than a dinner for two.

Tom: *laughs* I’m impressed!

(He said winking at you)

Y/n: And that’s why we’re still single! *wink*

(You said waving goodbye and walking off)

Tom: (gif happens) Wow!

Sebastian Stan 

(Both of you are reacting to Liza Koshys puns) 

Y/n: Her puns are cringey but funny! 

Sebastian: Oh Yeah? Why don’t you make one than?

Y/n: Is that a challenge Stan? 

Sebastian: Yes indeed Y/L/N!

Y/n: Okay! How do you get holy water?

Sebastian: You boil the hell out of it! Make a new one!

Y/n: You make one!

Sebastian: You know your puns are cheesy, but they make me feel GRATE!

(You fell onto the ground and started dying of laughter! Sebastian tried holding in his laughter but ended up laughing along with you) gif happens

Y/n: You’re so cute! Oh my gosh I can’t!

(You couldn’t stop laughing but you had enough energy to get up)

Sebastian: You’re so annoying, you know that?

(Sebastian said chuckling now. You got up and walked to the door about to leave the trailer still laughing. You turned back to Sebastian)

Y/n: Mission accomplished Soldier!

(With that said you winked at him then stepped out)

Sebastian: (gif happens) What am I gonna do with you?

Chris Evans

Chris: Damn! That ass is flatter than a piece of bread!

Y/n: I can always tell when you’re lying. Your lips move!

Chris: I guess you prove that even god makes mistakes sometimes.

Y/n: You did not just say that to me!

(You had a serious face but both of you knew it was as a joke)

Chris: You heard me! 

Y/n: You just started war Evans!

(You said in a low voice, crossing your arms over your chest)

Chris: I’m well aware of that! 

(He got up and slowly walked towards you)

Y/n: You are not as bad as people say, you are much, much worse

Chris: Some babies were dropped on their heads but you were clearly thrown at a wall.

Y/n: The only way you’ll ever get laid is if you crawl up a chickens ass and wait!

Chris: Are you the chicken?

(Chris asked with a smirk on his face)

Y/n: You wish! I can’t fit a big human dick like you up my non-existent chicken ass!

Chris: Right!

Y/n: Admit it Evans! I have an ass!

(Chris nodded his head mockingly)

Chris: Yeah you do!

Imagine Sebastian Stan and Mackie have to choose between you and Scarlett Johansson

Interviewer: So I know how you guys fanboy over Scarlett and Y/n about them being the hottest marvel females and how you wanna marry them.

Anthony: How’d you know that?

Sebastian: Mackinators and Winters Children talk too much!

(Anthony and Sebastian chuckle)

Interviewer: So if you had to choose one and kill the other, who would it be?

Anthony: Y/N IS MINE! DIBS ON HER! Forget Scarlett! Who’s that girl?

Sebastian: Okay then I’ll kill Y/n so you don’t get her since you love her so much! But I’ll smash her before I kill her!

Interviewer: I’m gonna tell Y/n that for sure! She’ll love it!

(Gif happens)

Sebastian: Don’t you do that! Please don’t tell her! She’ll poison my food!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

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Y/N sat on the rooftop, knees drawn up to her chest, a thick hoodie wrapped around her. The stars were faint, blurred by the city lights in the distance, but still visible if you looked hard enough. She liked it here—above everything, where the air was just a little colder and a little clearer. Where she could breathe.

She didn’t expect to hear footsteps. But she knew whose they were and her heart began to beat faster, her cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. 

“I figured I’d find you up here,” Bucky said, his voice low, carrying just enough to reach her without shattering the quiet.

She didn’t turn around right away. “Can’t sleep either?”

He chuckled, sitting beside her. “Do I ever?”

She glanced at him. He was in a black Henley, sleeves pushed up, metal arm glinting faintly under the moonlight. He looked tired—but softer. Like maybe he found a kind of peace in the stillness too.

“I like the quiet,” she said after a while. “When everything slows down.”

“Yeah.” His gaze followed hers, out toward the faint skyline. “Me too. It's easier to think.”

“To feel?” she asked, careful with the question.

Bucky looked at her then. Really looked. “Yeah,” he said, quieter. “That too.”

Silence settled again, but it wasn’t empty. It was warm. Safe.

“You don’t have to talk,” Y/N said, resting her head on her knees. “Not if it hurts. But if you ever do... I’ll be here.”

A breath left him—soft, like it took weight with it. Then, after a beat, he reached out and wrapped his metal hand gently around hers.

It was cool, careful, but steady.

“I know,” he said. “That’s why I’m here.”

“The news?” Y/N questioned. 

“Yea…I just can’t believe that Sam would give up Steve’s shield like that.”

Y/N was quiet for a moment. “Do you think maybe he’s just not ready?”

Bucky didn’t say anything, just continued to stare ahead. “I just- it makes me think that if Steve was wrong about Sam then maybe he was wrong about me.” 

Y/N turned her body towards Bucky. She reached out and grabbed ahold of his hand-the flesh one- and squeezed it. “Please don’t say that. I didn’t know Steve and don’t know Sam but I’m sure Steve knew what he was doing when he gave Sam that shield. He also was not wrong about you, Bucky. I’ve known you for a few months and you’ve been nothing but kind to me. I mean sure maybe you can be a little grumpy but you’ve never made me feel threatened or uncomfortable.” 

Bucky looked at Y/N. “Grumpy?”

Y/N chuckled and gave him a playful smack on his arm. “Only a little and only sometimes.” 

Bucky’s hand brushed gently against Y/N’s, the faintest touch sparking something quiet and familiar between them. Neither moved away. Instead, their hands lingered, fingertips grazing in a silent understanding—an unspoken comfort that had settled between them like second nature.

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The last of the customers trickled out of the bar, their laughter fading into the night as the door clicked shut behind them. Y/N made her way to the front, fingers brushing against the slightly smudged glass as she flipped the sign to Closed, the quiet of the empty room settling around her like a soft exhale. It had been a long shift—steady, a little chaotic at times—but now all that remained was the comforting rhythm of cleanup before she could head home, curl up on the couch, lose herself in a feel-good movie, and dig into some well-earned takeout.

But just as she turned to grab a rag from behind the bar, the front door creaked open again. The bell gave a soft chime as it swung closed, and Y/N instinctively pivoted, ready to let the late straggler know they were done for the night.

The words caught in her throat.

A slow, surprised smile bloomed across her face when she saw who stood in the doorway.

Bucky stood just inside the doorway, his frame slightly hunched like he wasn’t sure he should be there, hands buried deep in the pockets of his hoodie. There was something uncertain in his eyes, the kind of vulnerability that made Y/N’s heart squeeze just a little.

“Hey,” she greeted softly, drying her hands on a towel. “How did you know where I worked?”

He gave a small shrug, the corners of his mouth twitching into something that almost resembled a smirk. “I have my ways.”

That earned a quiet laugh from her, but the silence that followed wasn’t awkward—it was weighted, familiar. He made his way over to the bar, pulled out a stool, and sat down with a quiet sigh, resting his arms on the counter. His fingers traced absent patterns on the worn wood, eyes downcast.

Y/N turned back to her cleaning, though her movements had slowed. She kept stealing glances at him, watching the way he sat so still, like he was trying to sort through a storm in his head. She wanted to ask if he was okay, the words right on the edge of her lips. But instead, she waited—giving him space, hoping he’d let her in on his own terms.

“I know that look,” Y/N said gently, glancing over at him as she wiped down the last bit of the counter. “Something’s bothering you. I can tell.”

Bucky shook his head almost too quickly, eyes darting away. “Nope. Nothing’s wrong.”

She didn’t push, just gave him a quiet, knowing look. “Alright. I’m almost done here, then we can head out.”

He gave a small nod, the kind that said he was grateful she wasn’t pressing him. Y/N tucked the last few bottles back into place, the clinking of glass the only sound between them. Then she bent to grab her bag from beneath the bar, slinging it over her shoulder with a tired but content sigh.

As they stepped outside, the night air wrapped around them—cool, crisp, and a little biting. She grinned, nudging him playfully. “So… did you really come all the way down here just to walk me home from work?”

Bucky’s lips twitched with a trace of a smile. “Maybe.”

A chill danced up her spine, and she shivered without meaning to. Bucky noticed immediately. Without a word, he tugged off his hoodie and held it out to her. She blinked in surprise, hesitated for a second, then took it. As she pulled it on, the sleeves hanging long over her hands, she caught the scent of him—clean soap, leather, and something warm that was just him. It made her chest ache in the sweetest way.

“I was thinking we could grab something to eat,” he said casually, running a hand through his hair like he was trying to play it cool. “Or… whatever you want.”

She looked up at him, eyes soft. “I was planning on takeout and a movie.”

He tilted his head. “Unless that sounds boring to you,” she added quickly.

His smile came easy this time—gentle, genuine, the kind that lit up his whole face. “That sounds perfect.”

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Y/N led the way down the quiet street to her favorite little pizza place, the one she always ended up craving after a long shift. The familiar scent of garlic and melted cheese hit her the second they stepped inside, instantly lifting her mood. She placed an order for her go-to pizza, the one she could eat a thousand times and never get tired of.

“Are you sure you don’t want your own?” she asked, glancing up at Bucky with a raised brow.

He just shook his head with a faint smile. “I’m good. I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

When the total popped up on the register, Y/N instinctively reached for her wallet—but Bucky was quicker. He slid his card across the counter without missing a beat.

“Hey—come on, I’ve got this,” she protested, nudging his arm.

He just gave her a look. Steady. “Next time.”

With the warm box of pizza in hand, Bucky carried it like it was something precious as they walked the short distance to their apartment building. Inside the elevator, the hum of machinery filled the space as he hit the button for her floor. The moment was quiet, but not awkward—just a soft kind of stillness that felt easy between them.

Once inside her apartment, Y/N headed to the kitchen, pulling out two mismatched plates from the cabinet and handing one to Bucky.

“I’ll be right back,” she said with a smile, before slipping down the hallway to her bedroom.

She changed quickly, trading her work clothes for a pair of well-worn leggings and her favorite oversized t-shirt. After a moment’s pause, she grabbed Bucky’s hoodie from where she’d left it earlier and slipped it back on—it still smelled like him, and the extra weight of it around her shoulders was oddly comforting.

When she padded back into the living room, Bucky was already seated on the couch, the pizza box resting on the coffee table in front of him. He sat back with his arms crossed, muscles stretching beneath the tight fabric of his t-shirt in a way that made Y/N pause in the doorway a second longer than she meant to.

She shook herself out of it and moved to the couch, settling a safe-but-not-too-far distance from him.

Grabbing the remote, she pulled up her favorite comfort show—one she’d seen a hundred times but never got tired of—and hit play. She reached for a slice, the warmth of the food matching the growing ease between them.

Bucky grabbed a piece too, and for a while, they sat side by side, the glow of the TV flickering across their faces, saying nothing at all.

But the silence was anything but empty—it was filled with the kind of quiet comfort that only comes from being with someone who feels like home.

As the night wore on and a few more episodes passed, Y/N realized—somehow, without even noticing when it happened—that she was sitting much closer to Bucky than she had been at the start. The gap between them had gradually disappeared, replaced by the easy lean of shared warmth. She knew he usually shied away from touch—but he hadn’t moved. He hadn’t flinched or pulled back. If anything, he seemed… settled.

The credits of the latest episode began to roll, the soft background music filling the quiet room.

“Thank you,” Bucky said, his voice low and almost hesitant.

Y/N turned her head to look at him, her brows drawn together gently. “For what?”

He gave a small shrug, blue eyes fixed on the screen like he couldn’t quite meet her gaze. “For letting me crash your night. I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.”

“You didn’t,” she said softly, her lips lifting into a smile. “I like hanging out with you, Bucky.”

And before she could overthink it, she reached down and slid her hand into his—his flesh one—her fingers curling gently around his. She gave a soft squeeze, grounding and sincere.

“You’re always welcome here,” she said. “Even if you don’t want to talk. We can just sit. Be. I’m okay with that.”

For a beat, he didn’t say anything. Then she felt his hand tighten around hers, not possessively, just… steady. Reassuring. And he didn’t let go.

The next episode began to play, the familiar theme music rising again, but neither of them really paid attention. They stayed just like that, fingers laced together, hearts quietly aligned in the shared silence—trying, and failing, to focus on the screen when all they could really feel was the presence of the other.

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Y/N stirred slowly, her eyes fluttering open as the early morning light filtered softly through the curtains. For a moment, she blinked against the haze of sleep, her brain sluggishly trying to piece together where she was. The couch. Her living room. The remnants of the night before flickered back into focus like a warm dream.

What she hadn’t expected was the weight wrapped around her—the steady rise and fall of a chest beneath her cheek, the warmth of two strong arms encircling her.

Bucky.

Her head rested against his chest, where his heartbeat thudded in a calm, even rhythm. His breath was slow and steady, lips slightly parted in sleep, completely at peace in a way she rarely got to see. And somehow, over the course of the night, they’d both melted into one another, tangled up on her small couch like it was the most natural thing in the world.

She should’ve been surprised. But she wasn’t. Not really.

Y/N shifted slightly, her body stiff from sleeping in one position for too long. Carefully, she reached out, fingers brushing against his arm as she tried to slip out of his hold without waking him.

But before she could move more than an inch, Bucky’s arm tightened around her waist—gentle but firm. His other hand came up sleepily to rest at the small of her back, and without opening his eyes, he pulled her right back against him with a quiet, content sigh.

Y/N froze for a heartbeat, caught between amusement and something far softer, deeper. Her lips curled into a sleepy smile as she relaxed into him again, letting her eyes drift closed once more.

If this was how mornings with Bucky felt—quiet, safe, wrapped in warmth—she wouldn’t mind waking up like this a lot more often.

“Don’t move. I’m comfortable,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. 

Y/N let herself relax against him again, her cheek resting against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The world outside didn’t exist—not the mission reports, not the news, not the ghosts that sometimes lingered in both their silences.

Just the two of them.

She felt Bucky shift slightly, just enough to rest his chin lightly on the top of her head. His hand—flesh and warm—brushed slow, absentminded strokes along her arm. It sent a tingle down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold.

“You’re warm,” he murmured sleepily.

She smiled against his shirt. “That’s because I’m wearing your hoodie.”

“Keep it,” he said, without hesitation.

Y/N tilted her head back slightly so she could look up at him. “You sure?”

His eyes met hers, blue and unguarded, still heavy with sleep but clear in a way that made her breath catch. “Yeah,” he said, softer. “Looks better on you anyway.”

That made her cheeks flush, and she quickly looked down to hide the smile pulling at her lips. His fingers brushed her jaw gently, coaxing her gaze back to his.

“You always do that,” he said, voice quiet.

“Do what?”

“Look away when I’m staring at you.”

“That’s because you stare,” she teased, her voice a little too breathless for her liking.

“I do,” he admitted. “And you never seem to notice how much I like it.”

She blinked. The teasing vanished from his voice—replaced by something quieter, deeper.

Her heartbeat stumbled.

“Bucky…” she started, unsure of what to say. But he was already leaning in, his hand moving up to cup her face with infinite care—like he was afraid she might flinch or vanish if he wasn’t gentle enough.

“I’m gonna kiss you now,” he murmured, eyes flicking from hers to her lips and back. “Unless you tell me not to.”

She didn’t say a word.

She couldn’t.

Instead, she nodded, just once—barely a breath of movement—and then he was kissing her.

Soft. Slow. Deliberate.

It wasn’t the kind of kiss that demanded or rushed. It was the kind that lingered, like he had all the time in the world. His lips moved against hers with a careful sort of reverence, like he couldn’t quite believe she was real. Her fingers curled into the front of his shirt, and she kissed him back just as softly, pouring into it every quiet moment they’d shared—every time he’d sat beside her in silence, every word he hadn’t needed to say.

When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested together, breath mingling.

“Well,” she whispered, her lips still tingling, “that was... worth staying up for.”

Bucky gave a small huff of laughter. “Yeah?” he said, brushing his thumb over her cheek. “Because I’ve been thinking about doing that for a long time.”

“You should’ve said something.”

“I think I just did,” he said, and this time, the smile that curved his lips was real—and a little smug.

Y/N shook her head, grinning as she nudged his chest playfully. “You’re lucky I like you, Barnes.”

“Yeah,” he said, pressing another feather-light kiss to the corner of her mouth. “I’m starting to figure that out.”

Bucky is gorgeous and he needs to be reminded everyday 💓‼️

More to Love

Summary : Bucky marries you, someone who shows love through food. When his body changes, you show him he’s cared for no matter what.

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x wife!reader (she/her) 

Warnings/tags : FLUFF! Hurt/Comfort, Body Image Issues, Insecurity, Established Relationship, Weight Gain, implied sex, cursing, Food as Love Language.

Word count : 2.4k

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Bucky hadn’t meant to gain weight.

It wasn’t like he woke up one day and decided, hey, let’s pack it on.

It crept in, slowly, like moss between cracks, or rust under paint. At first, it was just little things: seconds at dinner, not skipping dessert, an appetiser here and there.

See, when you and Bucky first started dating, it didn’t take long for him to realise that food was your love language. You cooked like it was second nature—every ingredient always added with care. He’d come home from missions or long training days to find you in the kitchen with your sleeves rolled up, humming to some old tune while stirring sauce or kneading dough. And your smile always lit up when you fed him, like watching him eat something you made was its own kind of joy. And Bucky, who’d spent so much of his life surviving, hadn’t known how hungry he was for that kind of care until you started filling his plate and his heart at the same time.

Somewhere between your late-night pastas and Sunday roasts, his shirts started to fit tighter around the middle. The scale ticked up a few numbers. He still trained, but it was different now. He wasn’t on a calorie deficit, and he was doing things for functional and not aesthetic purposes. He focused on Pull-ups, sparring, lifting until his arms couldn’t take any more. He could throw a grown man across the room. Probably you too, and that wasn’t a fantasy you were opposed to.

But even when his body changed, and time went by, your cooking didn’t stop. If anything, after you got married, it grew more intentional. You experimented more— comfort dishes from his childhood, thick stews you imagined his man might've made, and big, carb-heavy meals to help him recover after a mission. You packed him leftovers in little glass containers, sometimes with a note tucked in the lid. You didn’t just feed his body. You fed his memory, his heart, his right to be human again.

Still.

He’d catch his reflection in the bathroom mirror, shirtless, sweaty from a workout, and stare at his stomach. 

He hated that it made him feel weak. Sloppy. 

“Used to be leaner,” he muttered once, toweling off after an especially brutal workout session. 

You rolled your eyes, but with love, and tossed another towel at his chest. “Yeah? Well, I used to think I liked abs, but turns out I like a powerhouse husband who can deadlift a damn car more.”

That earned you a faint smile, but it didn’t erase the dread in his eyes— the one that said you’re lying, or you’re just saying that to make me feel better.

You weren’t.

God, you weren’t.

Because Bucky Barnes built like a brick shithouse? Bucky Barnes with thick arms and wide shoulders and thighs like tree trunks and a stomach that was less abs and more functional muscle? He was the kind of man you could climb like a jungle gym and bury your face against to feel safe. That strength wasn’t just aesthetic— it was real. 

And every meal you cooked was another way of telling him so. Every tray of roasted veggies, every slow-cooked braise or pan of cinnamon rolls was a reminder: You’re still cared for. You’re still mine.

To be fair, he’d never been satisfied with his body, not really. Not when it was used as a weapon. Not when it was hyper-lean, a machine starving for control. And not now, when he felt like losing the only grip he’d ever had on himself.

Then came the movie night.

You were watching some dumb action flick, all glossy lighting and guys with chiseled jaws and ten-pack abs. The kind of thing that didn’t usually bother you. 

C’mon, watching a superhero movie while being married to one? It was kind of surreal, kind of stupid. 

You’d whipped up a bowl of nachos earlier, layered with roasted veggies, black beans, just enough cheese to feel indulgent, but still a net benefit for your body, the way Bucky liked. He’d been halfway through the bowl, one hand resting on your thigh, when he suddenly stopped eating.

At first, you didn’t think much of it. Maybe he was full. Maybe the movie was just boring. But then you felt the way he shifted like his body was trying to shrink.

You turned your head to see him.

His eyes flicked to the screen. Then to the bowl. Then to his stomach. And then away.

You paused the movie.

“Buck?” you asked gently.

He didn’t look at you. “I’m fine.” He said it too quickly.

You set the nachos aside and turned toward him. “What’s going on?”

He hesitated.

“Look at those guys,” he said, motioning toward the frozen screen. “All shredded. And I’m just—” He trailed off, letting the bitterness finish the sentence for him.

Your heart broke.

You reached over and rested your hand on his chest, right where his heart beat under your palm.

You frowned in that goddammit I love you, why don’t you see what I see? kind of way.

You didn’t say anything right away, but moved closer, settled into his lap, and rested your forehead to his. 

“Bucky,” you whispered, voice soft as a feather, “you could have abs again tomorrow and I wouldn’t love you more than I do right now.”

He swallowed hard. 

“You say that now,” he insisted. “But maybe one day you’ll wake up and realise you’re married to some washed-up vet with a gut and a metal arm.”

You cupped his face firmly and made him look at you.

“Hey,” you scolded playfully, “Don’t you dare talk about my husband like that.”

A ghost of a laugh bubbled out of him. 

“You carry people out of burning buildings, Bucky. You wrestle Walker for fun and win more than half the time.” That earned you another chuckle. “You’ve got a body that’s survived hell and back. And you still use it to hold me like I’m the most fragile thing in the world.”

He looked like he didn’t know whether to cry or pull you into his arms and never let go. So you did it for him— you held him close, kissed the curve of his neck where tension still pulled on his muscles.

“You are so hot, Bucky Barnes,” you whispered. “So fucking hot. Built like a damn tank. Fuckin’ making me feel like the luckiest woman alive.”

He buried his face in your shoulder then, arms wrapping tight around you, so you didn’t move for a while.

He held onto you like you were tethering him to the Earth. His arms were so big, so safe and real. 

Eventually, his rapid breathing slowed. Then, slowly so as not to startle him, you leaned back just enough to look at him. His eyes were pink, glassy, and still a little distant.

“C’mere,” you whispered, taking his hand.

Bucky didn’t ask where you were going. He just followed you, quiet and trusting, fingers interlaced with yours. You led him into the bedroom, and he paused near the mirror at the side of your shared bed.

“I don’t—”

“I know,” you said. “But I want to show you something.”

You stood behind him at first, wrapping your arms around his thick waist, your cheek resting between his shoulder blades. He tensed up at his own reflection. You could feel it in the way his shoulders were bracing for impact.

But instead of asking him to look, you slowly stepped around him, sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled him gently toward you.

He didn’t resist.

You kissed the underside of his forearm first, the one made of flesh. Then his metal hand. You worked your way up, past scars and veins and muscle, until he was standing between your knees, and you lifted up his shirt and lowered his sweatpants just a bit, until you were kissing the stretch of skin just above his waistband.

Then, higher.

His stomach rose and fell under your lips.

You kissed the curve of it. One, then another. A third, right by his belly button. Your hands held his hips like he was loved. 

“You think this makes you less?” you said in disbelief, your breath warm against him. “Because all I see is more. More to hold. More to love. More of you.”

Bucky’s fingers twitched at his sides. He was stock-still, as if when he moved, he might fall apart. You looked up at him and saw the tears gathering again.

“Every inch of you is mine to love,” you whispered, “and you don’t get to tell me which ones I can’t.”

A choked sound made it last his lips. 

He dropped to his knees in front of you and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face against your chest like he was starved for touch.

“I don’t deserve you,” he mumbled, voice breaking at the seams .

You kissed the top of his head.

“Tough,” you whispered into his hair. “You’re stuck with me. And so is that stomach. And that chest. And fuck— those thighs.”

He huffed a laugh against your skin. “You like the thighs, huh?”

“Obsessed.” You nuzzled into his hair. “Do you even know what it does to me, watching you exist in this body like it was built for loving me?”

He pulled back just enough to look at you. His cheeks were pink, and for the first time that night, you saw something wonder bloom behind the disappointment in his eyes.

You leaned in again, your lips brushing over his—soft first. It deepened the moment he kissed you back. It wasn’t desperate, not yet. 

Just… vulnerable. 

It was as if everything unsaid between you was being poured into it, every little bit of doubt and love and hunger bleeding through.

His hands found your hips, fingers flexing like he couldn’t believe you were real. You felt him, too—not just the muscle, but the man who wanted, who needed to be seen, to be held, to be devoured.

“You drive me insane,” you whispered between kisses, your hands running up under his shirt, palming heat and muscle and that slight softness you loved more than you could say. 

He groaned low in his throat, and you felt it reverberate all the way down. 

You tugged his shirt up and over his head. You bit your lip as he fixed his posture, solid and built like sin.

God, you couldn't get enough of him. He had thighs thick enough to crush, arms big enough to cage you in. You ran your palms down his chest, over the swell of his sides, and kissed just above his waistband again.

“I want all of this,” you whispered. “Want to feel it. Fuckin’ climb it, baby.”

That did it.

He leaned forward before picking you up like you weighed nothing. You let out a gasp as he plopped you on the bed. His mouth was back on yours in an instant, kisses turning rougher and hungrier as his hands roamed  with that same desperate worship you gave him.

And when his thigh slid between yours, thick and commanding, you nearly whimpered.

“Bucky—” your voice broke on his name.

He pulled back just enough to growl, “You love this?” His thigh pressed harder, “Love how big and strong I am for you?”

You could barely think, could only nod, fingers tangled in his hair, body arching to meet his.

“Say it.”

“I love it,” you moaned. “I love the way you take up space. I want you to break me in half.”

His blue eyes darkened, his grip tightening just slightly. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Then he kissed you again, and there was no more sound except for bodies moving like they were made to fit, made to ruin each other sweetly.

And when he finally, finally settled over you like the living embodiment of every gentle and savage thing you even loved—you whispered against his ear, “Don’t hold back.”

He didn’t.

—

You woke up to sunlight cutting through the curtains, the kind of light that felt too ethereal to feel real.

Bucky was already up.

He was standing, shirtless, hair still sleep-mussed, his sleep trousers hanging low on his hips, metal arm catching a glint of light as he rubbed at the back of his neck. You watched him from the bed for a minute.

He was staring at the mirror.

And not with that same bitter expression he usually did. This time… it was different. His brow was still furrowed, sure, but he looked… thoughtful. He looked like he was seeing something new.

Or maybe just seeing it the way you had all along.

There were faint bruises along his hips—your marks. Scratches across his back, red and already rapidly healing thanks to the serum, that they would be gone before the day. His skin was still flushed in places, the way it always got after you touched him like you meant it, like every inch of him was holy ground. 

You let the silence steep, just long enough to not startle him. “Staring at yourself like you’re in love, Barnes,” you finally mumbled sleepily from the pillows.

Bucky turned, but not ashamed. His eyes met yours across the room, and god—there it was. 

A smile.

“Maybe,” he said. His eyes dropped to his stomach, his chest, his body— painted in proof of your love last night. Then he looked at you, still tangled in the sheets, bare-legged, cheek creased from the pillow, looking at him like he was the answer to a prayer you hadn’t even known you wanted.

He shrugged, but it wasn’t dismissive. More like he didn’t know how to put it into words yet.

You sat up and let the sheet fall a little. His eyes flicked down and lingered, mouth parting, even after all this time.

“You didn’t seem to mind this body last night,” he said, quieter and teasing.

You gave him a look—are you serious?—then got up and walked across the room. You stood in front of him and slid your hands up the planes of his torso, over his stomach, then around to his back.

“Bucky,” you said, lips brushing his collarbone, “I wrote scripture out of this body last night.”

He laughed an open, sleepy-morning laugh, like you’d summoned it right out of his ribs. He ducked his head into your neck and held you for a second, arms around your waist.

When he pulled back, you kissed him once, then you glanced toward the mirror.

“Go ahead,” you whispered, brushing your fingers over his stomach. “Smile at yourself again.”

He did.

And he didn’t look away.

-end.

Extra Notes : This was really special to write, especially with so many fics like this going around! I used to have an unhealthy obsession with working out purely for aesthetics, but a few years ago, after moving out of my home country, I started reconnecting with my culture’s food. Cooking and eating became a way to feel close to home, so my body changed! I also shifted toward weight training and functional exercise, and while I’m definitely more muscular than lean now, it took me a while to realise this version of me is so much healthier than when I was stuck in an obsessive calorie deficit. Remember, bodies change, and I find our inherent ability to be look so different and still be worthy of love wonderful!

General Bucky taglist:

@hotlinepanda @snflwr-vol6 @ruexj283 @2honeybees @read-just-cant

 @shanksstrawhat @mystictf @globetrotter28 @thebuckybarnesvault@average-vibe

@winchestert101 @mystictf @globetrotter28 @shanksstrawhat @scariusaquarius

@reckless007 @hextech-bros @daydreamgoddess14 @96jnie @pono-pura-vida

@buckyslove1917 @notsostrangerthing @flow33didontsmoke @qvynrand @blackbirdwitch22

@torntaltos @seventeen-x @ren-ni @iilsenewman @slayerofthevampire

@hiphip-horray @jbbucketlist @melotyy @ethereal-witch24 @samfunko

@lilteef @hi172826 @pklol @average-vibe @shanksstrawhat

@shower-me-with-roses @athenabarnes @scarwidow @thriving-n-jiving @dilfsaresohot

@helloxgoodbi @undf-stuff @sapphirebarnes @hzdhrtss @softhornymess

@samfunko @wh1sp @anonymousreader4d7 @mathcat345 @escapefromrealitylol

@imjusthere1161 @sleepysongbirdsings @fuckybarnes @yn-stories-are-my-life

@cjand10 @nerdreader @am-3-thyst

@goldengubs @maryevm @helen-2003 @maryssong23

@yesshewrites1 @thewiselionessss @sangsterizada @jaderabbitt

@hopeofwinter @nevereclipse @tellybearryyyy

Small Circles

Summary : Bucky Barnes is still getting used to modern dating… and hates that you have to work with your exes.

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x vigilante!reader (she/her)  / ex!various MCU anti-heroes/vigilantes x ex!reader

Warnings/tags : jealous!Bucky. Bi!Reader Hurt/comfort. Injury, references to violence, sex references. Reader used to be an anti-hero, and also used to date a lot of anti heroes. Angst/Fluff!!!!

Word count : 7.7k

Note : Retroactive jealousy is very common, and I definitely struggled with it when I first started dating my partner. I don’t really see it solved healthily in fiction, so I thought I’d write about it. I just finished moving in, so I will resume my series writing soon! And please, if you’d like to be on the taglist, message me! It gets lost in the comments sometimes. Enjoy!

Bucky Barnes didn’t talk about his exes.

For one, they were from a time when women wore red lipstick like armour and wrote love letters to the men who might not make it back home. Two, in the 1940s, talking about past relationships was basically the equivalent to hanging your dirty laundry out in the street— and not just because most of them ended with him shipping out to war. Sex and feelings simply didn’t belong in polite company.

But here he was, in the 21st century, trying to navigate dating after missing eight decades of social evolution— trying to keep up with you. 

And god, he hadn’t stood a chance from the moment you first met.

You were the first person he met post-pardon that didn’t look at him like the sum of his past. Sam introduced you at a bar in D.C.—nothing fancy, just three tired veterans nursing drinks and pretending the world wasn’t still spinning out of control.

“She’s an old friend,” Sam said. “Used to serve with me in the air force. Then she went off grid and disappeared to be an antihero—”

“Vigilante,” you corrected, scoffing.

“Whatever,” Sam rolled his eyes, “But she’s retired now.”

“You’re prettier than the photos.” You gave Bucky a once-over. “Grumpier, too.”

He blinked, thrown off by how casual you were, and before he could respond, you leaned in and asked, “You always look like someone stole your puppy, or is that just for special occasions?”

Sam just laughed and walked off to grab another round, leaving Bucky staring at the woman who didn’t flinch when he said “Winter Soldier” like it was some contagious disease.

Instead, you talked and talked through the night. At one point, he was talking about his brainwashing, and you just leaned your elbow on the bar, eyes on his metal hand, and said, “I’ve done worse.”

It was the first time someone didn’t try to talk him out of his guilt. You didn’t say he was “more than his past.” 

You didn’t try to fix him. 

You just looked at him and recognised the survivor with blood under his nails and scars that never faded.

That night, he walked you home. It was supposed to be a formality, but you talked the whole way, about the desert missions you and Sam survived, about the ops you ran without orders, about why you quit the military, and the blurry line between heroes and people who did what had to be done.

“Why’d you retire?” he asked at your door.

“After the Blip, I helped the Avengers out. Did some good. Got tired of seeing my hands stained red, even when it was for the right reasons.” You shrugged.  “Figured if I couldn’t die, I might as well live. Got a nice place. Set up offshore accounts. Now I make pancakes and talk to my plants.”

He smiled. 

“What about you, Barnes?” You asked, leaning against the doorframe. “You ever get tired of the life?”

Fuck, he hadn’t flirted in decades. He wasn't even sure if he still knew how anymore. 

But with you, it was easy. It was awkward at first, sure, but you laughed every time he stumbled, and you never once made him feel like he was too broken to try.

He brought you flowers a week later. 

Tulips. 

He had said he read somewhere that they meant forgiveness. You didn’t ask who he was forgiving.

“I’m not afraid of your past,” you told him one night, sitting on the floor of your living room after Sam convinced him to take you out on a date. “Not when I’ve got one that would make priests faint.”

He looked at you then, and the walls he’d spent so many years building fell all at once, because you weren’t someone he had to hide from. 

You weren’t afraid of the blood on his hands, because you’d seen it on your own.

So you became a couple. 

Three years later, he still couldn’t believe how easily you loved him.

You were loud where he was quiet, open here he was closed— a perfect balance. 

You called his name like it wasn’t borrowed from another lifetime. And for the first time, he wasn’t just surviving— he was healing. 

He was planning a future. 

With you.

And then… Sam had to drag you back into the field.

That’s when everything started to unravel.

See, Sam had said it would be one mission.

"Just a quick assist," he told you, sliding a file across the table while Bucky sat beside you, arms crossed and already suspicious. "No big commitment. We just need someone who knows how to hit hard and get out clean. I know what you’re capable of,” Sam leaned back and crossed his arms, “And this has your style written all over it.”

“This isn’t just a mission,” You raised an eyebrow, flipping through the folder and studying the requirements. “This is a clusterfuck.”

“That’s why we need you,” Sam fogged. “Come on, for old times’ sake.”

You said yes. 

Later that night, Bucky looked at you like Sam had handed you a grenade. “You’re retired.”

You smiled sadly. “It’s just one job, Buck.”

And at the time, you meant it. 

You really did. 

You had an house together, the pancakes and the plants. 

You had Bucky. 

You had a life.

But then you got out there again—suited up, boots in the dirt, heart pounding like it used to—and it was like a switch was flipped in you.

Adrenaline was one hell of a drug.

You weren’t craving chaos or the violence. Not anymore. 

Unlike your antihero days, you didn’t kill this time. You’d made that choice before stepping onto the field. You weren’t going to be the person who solved problems with blood anymore.

But the mission lit something inside you all the same.

Perhaps it was control. Perhaps it was purpose. Or clarity. 

The world didn’t make much sense most of the time, but in the field, you knew exactly who you were.

So when you came back home after that mission—Bucky could already see it in your eyes.

“You’re going back,” he said flatly, watching you drop your gear in the hallway.

You shrugged, breathless, hair stuck to your forehead. “I mean… yeah. I missed it. But I’m not that person anymore, Buck. No killing. Just in and out. Recon only. You know the drill.”

Bucky didn’t answer. 

Because part of him was proud. You’d stepped back into that world on your terms.

But another part of him… was afraid of who you were behind the mask.

—

The first sign was Matt Murdock.

It was your and Bucky’s first mission together since you’d unretired. Sam had assigned a simple intel grab in Hell’s Kitchen. You needed a legal inside man, someone who knew the network by heart, and Sam had said, “You still got a contact in New York, right?”

That’s how you and Bucky ended up across the table from Matt in his firm, the three of you tucked into a room that smelled like paper and secrets.

From the moment you walked in, there was chemistry— it wasn’t active, nor was it inappropriate, but it was present. 

Bucky could see it in the way Matt tilted his head to the sound of your laugh, how your posture relaxed like muscle memory. It was subtle, but it was there.

“You told him,” he said with a small smile. He could hear it in Bucky’s heartbeat. “About my… other job.”

You glanced at Bucky, who was stiff beside you. “Yeah,” you said. 

Matt hummed. That told him more than it should. “You must be serious about him, then.”

You just nodded, infuriatingly calm and confident. “I am.”

Bucky didn’t say anything. He didn’t trust himself to, especially because Matt’s voice was too casual when he added, “We used to be a thing, her and I.”

It wasn’t a dig. It wasn’t even smug. But it was there. As far as Bucky was concerned, it was a punchline with no joke attached.

You shrugged as the meeting wrapped, grabbing your jacket. 

“His job and crime fighting? No time for me,” you whispered an explanation on your way out. 

But it was the way you said it— the lack of apology. It was the way you weren’t surprised your old flame was part of the mission. 

“You never told me he was your ex,” Bucky mumbled under his breath. 

“We never had to meet any of my exes in retirement,” you shrugged.

That night, Bucky lay awake in your bed, staring at the ceiling while your body curled toward his. 

But all he could think about was Matt fucking Murdock—Daredevil. Lawyer by day, masked vigilante by night. Another man who had kissed you, fought beside you, known you in a world Bucky still wasn’t sure he fully belonged in.

What the hell.

This was the first time you’d fought side by side. The first time he saw how natural you were when the mask slipped back on. And suddenly, Bucky was wondering if he was the only one still trying to catch up.

—

The conversation about Yelena came over coffee. 

It was one of those late mornings, with sunlight spilling through the window of your kitchen, his metal fingers on your knee. You were sitting close, like always, thighs touching under the table, his hoodie drowning your body in a sense of safety. 

Bucky was scrolling through contacts Sam had floated for upcoming intel work, casually tossing out names. “Yelena Belova might be a good person to reach out to for our next mission. She’s low-profile, knows how to stay off the radar.”

He didn’t even look up when he said it, but you froze, coffee cup hovering in the air, just long enough for him to notice.

“Well… yeah. I haven’t seen her since…”

His head tilted slightly. “Since what?”

He tried to keep his voice neutral. But it came out just a little too sharp, like it scraped on the way out.

You hesitated, a little sheepish. “Since Paris. There was a caper. Messy one. We got out clean, but… one thing led to another.”

Oh.

He knew you were bi, so that wasn’t a surprise. But he never expected that knowledge to ever come with knowing names, too. 

Another sip of coffee wouldn’t fix the knot in Bucky’s stomach, but he took one anyway. It gave him something to do besides look at you—at the woman he’d fallen in love with, who kissed him in the dark and said “I love you” every night.

He nodded pretending it was fine. Pretending it didn’t sting.

But it did. Because it was another name from the same small, bloodstained circle of vigilantes and morally gray heroes. 

He didn’t realise how many people you’d still work with were the same people you’d trusted with your body before you ever handed Bucky your heart.

You were experienced. Not in a shameful way, but you'd lived. You’d fought and fucked and fled and loved in all the places Bucky had never dared go. And now you were here—his—but he couldn’t stop that stupid thought in the back of his head:

Where do I even fit in the story?

You reached for his hand, your thumb brushing the metal knuckles like it was second nature. You leaned in, pressing a kiss to his temple, voice soft.

“She didn’t mean anything long-term,” you reassured him.

He wanted to believe that settled it. He wanted to lean into you, like he always did, but he froze—just for a moment. It was a childish, stupid insecurity rearing up where your warmth used to melt it down.

And Bucky hated that, even now, three years deep in love with you, he still sometimes felt like the last one to the party.

—

Then came London, and of course, Moon Knight.

It was supposed to be a clean extraction—intel swap, quick in and out. You and Bucky were working in sync like you'd done this a few times now. 

There were no hiccups, until he showed up.

You spotted him across the plaza first— casual clothes that you knew could turn into a divine suit any second, and a woman at his side. You froze instinctively, and Bucky felt it immediately.

The guy was weird in that charming, cryptic way, like he might shake your hand or break your nose, depending on what time of day it was. And you smiled at him. 

“London is always full of surprises,” you said as the man approached. You turned your attention to the two people now standing before you.

“Who am I talking to?” you asked, casual on the surface, but your eyes scanned him like they used to.

“Relax, it’s Marc.” The man gave a small, tired smile. “This is Layla.”

“Layla,” you repeated. “Nice to meet you.”

“We’re married,” Marc added.

“Good for you!” You beamed genuinely. “Seriously, never thought I’d see the day. This is my boyfriend. Bucky— Marc and I used to… date. A lifetime ago.”

Bucky gave a tight nod, hands in his pockets. “Of course you did,” he muttered under his breath.

Marc caught it. So did you. You shot Bucky a really? look, but Layla just laughed, clearly unfazed. She greeted you like she’d known about you already, because you were clearly another name Marc had mentioned.

“So… does he still talk to Khonshu in the bathroom?” you asked Layla with a crooked grin.

“All the time,” Layla said dryly. “Once, I came in to see the bathtub trashed. He said it was because of Khonshu. At least Tawaret isn’t that demanding.”

Bucky shifted uncomfortably. 

“Yeah, we weren’t all superheroes with government contracts,” Marc added, trying to joke, but there. “Some of us were just bleeding in alleyways hoping the gods were paying attention.”

Bucky wasn’t sure if that was a dig. He also wasn’t sure how to respond. Was there a polite way to talk to your girlfriend’s ex who serves a moon god and still too-casual wife who served the goddess of fertility?

You tried to smooth it over, looping your arm through Bucky’s. But he was still stuck on the fact that you had dated this man—this strange, fractured vigilante with too many voices and a ring on his finger now. You’d been part of his chaos once, too.

And that he hated that Layla was okay with it, hated that Layla was secure— because fuck, if it didn’t make him feel bad. That’s who he should be. 

He shouldn’t be bothered by any of this. But he couldn't help it, he was.

Bucky couldn’t help but feel like he was the only one trying to learn how to stand still while everyone else had already danced through the fire and survived.

He was old-fashioned. He didn’t know how to joke about weird missions with exes or that time you almost died in a tomb under the Nile.

You, on the other hand, just kept moving forward. 

And Bucky loved you—but in that moment, he felt like the odd one out in a room he hadn’t realised he was still learning to walk through.

—

Then Nebula arrived on earth, as she always did every couple of years. It was a routine visit.

She talked to Sam for a while to exchange intel, but after that… the lines between work and play got blurred.

Sam had dragged you and Bucky to a rooftop bar, insisting that even people with kill counts needed to let loose. Nebula was tagging along. She wasn’t the nightlife type, but she was making an effort to try Earth customs.

So, there you were, nursing a coke, while Bucky was ordering himself another drink. 

He was watching you across the room, laughing at something Sam had said when Nebula slid in next to you.

She said no greetings. No small talk. Just a hand on your thigh and a blunt, “Are we doing this again?”

Bucky could hear that, thanks to his enhanced hearing.

You choked slightly on your drink, startled but not shocked. You swatted her hand off gently, not unkind, but firm.

“I have a boyfriend now,” you said with a smile. You tipped your head toward Bucky’s direction. “Long-term.”

She blinked, entirely unaffected. “What’s that like?”

Bucky was across the room, eyes fixed on you. His knuckles were white around his glass.

Later, when you were alone again, Bucky asked, “You…  and her?”

You curled up beside him on the couch, his vibranium arm slung heavy over your shoulders. You kissed his jaw once, then the corner of his mouth. “It was during the Blip, when she went to Earth a lot more,” you said casually, “Long-distance didn’t work. It… happened a couple times. Nothing serious.”

Bucky didn’t answer right away.

Nothing serious.

The words sat in his gut like a stone.

That was what got him. Not that it happened. Not that you’d been with someone else. He knew—internally, logically—that he wasn’t your first. But that phrase stuck like a splinter under his skin.

Nothing serious.

You said it so easily. That sharing a bed, even briefly, didn’t matter as long as it wasn’t long-term.

But Bucky came from a different world. One where people didn’t talk about past lovers. Where something like a hand on a thigh meant you were hers.

And now here he was—three years in, in love with a woman who kissed him like he hung the moon and yet casually mentioned flings with alien assassins.

He didn’t say anything that night, but pulled you in closer and let you fall asleep on his chest.

But he stayed awake long after, staring at the ceiling.

You were his peace. 

But when it came to your past, he felt like a stranger in your house. 

—

That month after, you came home flushed with mission energy, shedding your jacket before the door had even shut.

“She’s still as annoying as ever,” you said, grinning. “Yelena. She hasn’t changed. Made me climb five flights of a condemned building instead of going around because it was ‘more fun.’ See, this is why it would have never worked out between us.”

You were buzzing— adrenaline and nostalgia glowing in you. Bucky didn’t match your energy.

He stood in the kitchen silently as he rinsed a mug. You didn’t notice at first. Or maybe you did, but you didn’t think anything of it until he set the mug down so hard, it cracked down the middle.

“You ever gonna tell me how many of these people you’ve actually slept with?”

You froze mid-step. “What?”

He turned, tense as a live wire. “Every time we go out in the field, you’ve got history with someone. Is there anyone we’ve worked with who hasn’t had a piece of you?”

Whoa. Where did this come from? 

“What the hell are you talking about?”

He didn’t back down. “I’m serious. Daredevil. Moon Knight. Nebula. Yelena. I can’t take two steps into a mission without watching someone look at you like they already know how you sound in bed.”

You blinked, stunned. “Is that what this is about? You’re jealous?”

“I’m not jealous,” he snapped. “I’m—”

“You are,” you cut in. “And possessive, apparently.”

He didn’t deny it. “I just— I can’t keep pretending like this doesn’t eat at me. I walk into a room with you and wonder who the hell knows you better than I do.”

You stared at him, chest rising and falling. “You never told me this bothered you.”

“Well, I didn’t know half this shit until the last few months!” he barked. “Because you’re so damn casual about it. ‘Oh yeah, we hooked up a few times,’ like it’s a joke—like it doesn’t mean anything.”

“Because it didn’t, Bucky!” you shouted back. “Because none of them were you. None of them lasted. You’re the only one I gave three years of my life to, and you’re standing here acting like I cheated on you with my past.”

He didn’t respond. 

And something inside you broke a little.

“I don’t know what you want me to do,” you said, smaller now. “Erase it? Lie? Pretend I lived like a nun until you came along?”

“I want to not feel like I’m sharing you with half the damn underground,” he looked down, teeth grinding.

You let out a bitter laugh. “Then maybe you should’ve picked someone from your own century.”

That landed like a slap. 

You shook your head. “We’ve got an early mission tomorrow. Get some rest.”

Without waiting for another word, you grabbed a pillow from the couch and walked down the hall.

You slept in the second bedroom that night.

You didn’t cry. But god, it hurt.

And Bucky sat awake in the kitchen for hours, guilt and resentment twisted in his chest like barbed wire, because he knew none of what he said was fair. 

But the feelings he felt were still real. And they were starting to rot.

—

In the morning, you two were so quiet still that every small sound felt amplified: the click of your knife sliding into your boot, the zip of your jacket, the dull thud of your holster being strapped across your chest.

Your movements were efficient, muscle memory from years of knowing how to armour up always kicking in.

Across the room, Bucky stood still, with his gear slung half-forgotten over his metal arm. His eyes were rimmed with red, dark bruises blooming underneath from a night without sleep, but he had a job to do, so he was awake anyway. 

“Y’know…” He finally said. “You didn’t have to sleep in the other room.”

You fastened the last strap on your thigh holster and glanced at him. “Didn’t feel like pretending we were okay.”

You saw it—the slight flinch in his muscles, the way he looked down like the floor might offer a better answer than anything in his own damn head.

“You think I don’t know we’re not okay?” he said, quieter this time. “You think I didn’t lay awake wishing I could take it back?”

“Then why’d you say it?” you snapped, finally turning to face him. 

Bucky’s mouth opened, then closed it immediately. He had no excuses.

“You didn’t ask. You never asked.” You shook your head, biting down the lump in your throat. “You just… threw it in my face like it was supposed to shame me. Like I was a toy being passed around!”

He stepped forward, desperate now. “I wasn’t trying to shame you, I— I was pissed, okay? I was stupid. I saw the way Matt looked at you, and then Nebula, and—Christ—Marc—”

“They were my exes, Bucky!” You raised your voice, “what do you want me to do? Never speak to them again? I would have no help in this line of work!”

“Doesn’t matter!” he snapped, frustration boiling over. “BecauseI feel like I’m just the guy keeping your seat warm.”

You stared at him, throat tight. “That’s what you think I’m doing? Killing time?”

“No,” he said, gentler now. “No. I know you love me. I know.” His voice cracked. “But I come from a time where no one talks about this kind of stuff. Where men didn’t have to wonder how many people their girl used to patch up in back alleys and kiss between fights.”

“Well guess what, Bucky,” you said, voice trembling. “I didn’t get the luxury of going to swing bars and holding hands on Coney Island. I got blood and war and figuring out how to survive without falling apart. I didn’t know I was going to make it past 25. And then you came along. You—you, James—you made me realise some things last. And now you're throwing it in my face because what? You didn’t like the guest list to my past?”

He looked like you’d shot him.

But there wasn’t time to let the silence fester again—your comms buzzed with an urgent ping from Sam.

The mission. 

You turned toward the door.

“Let’s just get through today,” you said, voice brittle. “We’ll figure the rest out after.”

You walked out first.

And this time, Bucky followed—not because he knew what to say, but because even after everything, he couldn’t stand not being by your side.

—

The op was supposed to be easy.

But nothing was easy when you were angry.

You and Bucky moved like soldiers, but not like partners—not like you usually did. 

You were out of sync, one heartbeat off, one glance too short. One command left unsaid because your pride wouldn’t let either of you speak first.

That got you ambushed.

Suddenly, you were ducking behind crumbling concrete, the walls of the building already groaning as a blast from beneath shook the foundations.

Gunfire rained down the stairwell.

Bucky shielded you without thinking, metal arm flashing as he tore through two men, fast and efficient—but not fast enough.

A stray bullet lodged  itself in you.

You screamed.

“Goddammit!” you hissed, hand pressing to your shoulder as blood spread fast. “Fucking—shit!”

Bucky was already beside you, crouched low, blue eyes wide and terrified. “You’re hit.”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

You leaned against the wall, blood soaking through your suit too fast, pooling in your glove as you applied pressure. Your vision blurred, but you forced yourself to stay upright. 

“We have to move,” you growled, pushing off the wall. “Extraction’s too far, comms are jammed.”

“Then tell me where to take you,” Bucky said, already moving to sling your arm over his shoulder. “You’re losing blood.”

You paused, teeth clenched so hard your jaw hurt. You did know someone in the vicinity. “You’re gonna hate this.”

“Tell me anyway.”

You guided him three blocks through the back alleys of the city, stumbling past broken windows, flickering lights, and blood left behind like breadcrumbs. You turned down a shadowed stairwell, and at the end of the corridor was a steel door. 

You raised your good hand and knocked: four slow, two fast.

A secret code. 

Bucky stiffened beside you. “You have a safehouse down here?”

“Not mine…” you mumbled under your breath. 

The door swung open, and there he was.

Frank Castle.

Bucky had heard about him— The Punisher.

He looked at you. Then at Bucky.

Then at your shoulder. “You’re bleeding.”

“I know,” you muttered through gritted teeth. “Let me in.”

Frank stepped aside immediately, grabbing you by the waist like it was second nature. Bucky’s hand was still on you. Neither man let go.

“Nice to see you, too,” Frank said with a worried frown.

Bucky followed, staring at Frank like he was a ghost come to life—except this ghost had callouses, bruises, and knew your name too well.

“You’ve got him on speed dial?” Bucky bit out.

You sank down on the battered couch as Frank pulled out a med kit and started cutting through your gear. “I said you’d hate it.”

Frank smirked without looking up. “Still dramatic, huh?”

“She’s bleeding,” Bucky growled, stepping in. “Maybe shut the fuck up and do something useful.”

“Relax, soldier.” Frank didn’t blink. “I’ve patched her up worse.”

Bucky's jaw twitched. "Worse?"

You groaned. “Please. Not now.”

But it was already too late— you could smell the testosterone and unfinished history. 

Frank’s hands were on you. Bucky’s heart was in his throat. He saw the way Frank looked at you— like he knew what your skin felt like already. 

“You two…” Bucky started, then stopped. His voice was dangerously low. “You fucked, didn’t you?”

Frank looked up. “We didn’t bake cookies.”

Bucky surged forward. “I swear to God—”

“Both of you!” you barked. “Enough!”

Frank didn’t flinch. He just scoffed under his breath and turned back to your shoulder, grabbing a syringe from the med kit and tearing open a pack of gauze with his teeth. 

“Didn’t realize you were dating the Winter Soldier,” Frank muttered, injecting the numbing agent into the skin around your wound. “Last time I saw you, you were with that blonde Widow chick. Got a thing for Russians now, pretty girl?”

Your eyes fluttered shut for a second. Pain, exhaustion, and frustration welled up inside. “Shut the fuck up, Frank.”

“I’m not Russian,” Bucky snapped before he could stop himself.

Frank glanced over his shoulder. “That’s not what I heard.”

Bucky stepped closer, chest heaving. “You want to test what I’ve got in common with the Red Room, Castle?”

“Easy,” Frank shook his head, “just sayin’. She always did have a type.”

That almost did it.

Bucky’s fists curled at his sides. His breath came faster. He saw red— and for a split second, he was ten seconds away from tearing Frank’s smug face off. 

But then… he heard your soft whimper. It was a hiss of pain. Your head tipped  back against the couch, eyes fluttering as the blood loss started to catch up. 

And suddenly, Bucky remembered why he was here. What really mattered.

You.

He was at your side in an instant, kneeling by the couch as Frank packed the wound and started stitching. You were grunting, your fingers twitching for something to hold.

Bucky took your hand.

You gripped him like he was the only thing tethering you to this world.

Frank worked without saying much after that. The tension between him and Bucky didn’t fade—it settled like a landmine they both agreed not to step on. For now.

“Got anything for the pain?” Bucky asked, looking toward the dingy kitchen.

Frank jerked his chin. “Cabinet over the fridge. Bottles labeled in red are painkillers. Other colors are mine.”

Bucky found what he needed. Got the pills into you with a cracked water bottle. He sat by your side while you slowly went limp under the weight of the drugs.

You passed out with your head in his hands. He brushed the hair from your face with a touch so gentle it made Frank’s heart ache.

—

An hour later, Bucky stood at the tiny sink in Frank’s dimly lit bathroom, water running red as he scrubbed blood from his hands. 

The cracked mirror above the sink showed him a version of himself he didn’t like: wild eyes, tired lines on his forehead, and blood smeared up to his wrists.

This was your blood.

He gritted his teeth, pressing his palms harder under the water like he could scrub away his sins, like he could rewind time just by cleaning fast enough.

You got shot because we weren’t focused. He thought to himself. Because I couldn’t shut my mouth. Because I couldn’t let go of the past. Because I just had to pick a fight.

He squeezed his eyes shut.

You had every right to have a past. You told him, over and over, that you chose him.

But it hadn’t been enough in the moment. 

And now…

Now you were unconscious on Frank Castle’s couch with stitches in your shoulder, and he was standing in a stranger’s bathroom washing away the evidence of his own failure.

He slammed the faucet off and leaned heavily on the sink, breathing hard. For a moment, he just stared at himself. The blood was gone, but the shame still clung to him like a second skin.

“Get a grip,” he said to his reflection.

He grabbed a towel and dried his hands.

Behind him, the door creaked open. He didn’t have to turn around to know it was Frank.

“You done crying in there, Barnes?”

Bucky met his own bloodshot eyes in the mirror and took a deep breath. When he stepped back out, Frank was already cracking open two beers— one slid across the counter toward him like a peace offering.

“Don’t drink on missions,” Bucky said, even though alcohol didn’t give him anything to work with. 

“We’re not on a mission anymore.” Frank shrugged.  “You’re in my house. She’s breathing. “Take the fuckin’ beer.”

Bucky hesitated, but still sat down.

He cracked it open and drank in silence.

Frank leaned back, arms crossed, smiling like he’d already written this whole scene in his head.

“So,” Frank said. “How’s that working out for you?”

Bucky shot him a sideways glare. “You mean her?”

Frank raised an eyebrow. “No, I meant your bloodstained fashion choices. Yeah, I mean her.”

Bucky drank again. “Fine.”

“That right?” Frank said, not buying it for a second. “Cuz she showed up bleeding out on my doorstep and you looked two seconds from throwing me through a wall.”

Bucky’s jaw tensed. “You didn’t exactly help.”

Frank’s grin widened. “What, calling you soldier? That’s what you are, ain’t it?”

Bucky didn’t answer. 

Both of them drank.

The air between them stayed hot, but not explosive. 

Frank looked toward the back room, where you were still out cold. The lines of his mouth softened slightly, the smirk dying in the corner of his mouth.

“She still talk in her sleep?”

Bucky glanced at him. “Sometimes.”

“Used to scare the shit out of me. She’d mumble names. Codes. Orders. She’d say something about Wilson or about how Riley’s in danger. Good ol’ air force PTSD,” Frank nodded, “One time she said my name and thrashed so hard I thought she was gonna kill me in her sleep.”

Bucky didn’t respond.

“She doesn’t talk.. about you,” Bucky said finally. His voice was low, eyes locked on the floor. “I didn’t even know you two…”

Frank shook his head. “Didn’t bake cookies,” he echoed.

“Yeah. Got it.”

They let another beat of silence fester.

“You loved her?” Bucky asked, even though he didn’t really want to know the answer.

“I did,” Frank took a sip, but didn’t look at him. “Still do. Not the same way, though.”

Bucky’s hand tightened around the bottle. “What the hell does that mean?”

Frank finally looked at him. No sarcasm now, just tired honesty.

“I don’t know if she told you about my… past. But after all that happened to me, I didn’t think I was capable of it again. I was half dead. Barely human. And then she showed up and saw through all the bullshit. And she stayed.”

Bucky was listening. Processing.

“She taught me how to feel again. Real shit. Not just rage. Not just grief.” Frank rubbed the back of his neck, like the memory itched. “She used to tell me I wasn’t broken, just dented. I believed her.”

“So what happened?”

Frank leaned back, eyes on the cracked ceiling.

“She fed my flame and I fed her violence. I knew if she kept me around, she’d forget what peace felt like. So I ended it.”

That made Bucky’s stomach twist. He hated how much of that felt familiar. 

Frank glanced toward the couch where you were still curled in sleep, bandages soaked but holding. “She deserves better than that.”

“She deserves someone who doesn’t get jealous of her past,” Bucky muttered.

“You and me both,” Frank chuckled under his breath. “I used to hate that I shared an ex with Red,” Frank admitted. Bucky could just assume he was talking about Daredevil. “But it’s a small world. Small circle. Vigilantes fuck around. You think we go home to nice houses and clean sheets?”

Bucky said nothing. Because now, you did. 

“How long you two been together?” Frank asked, casual.

Bucky didn’t answer right away. Just watched the light shift across the floor as the old ceiling fan spun overhead. Then, finally, “Three years.”

Frank’s eyebrows lifted. “Three?”

He let out a low whistle and took a sip. “Well, I’ll be damned. That’s like… eight decades in vigilante time.”

Bucky didn’t smile, but nodded once.

“Congratulations,” Frank tilted his beer toward him in a mock toast. “Longest relationship I ever seen her in. Not that I was taking notes or anything, but…” He grinned. “I knew all the flings. None of ‘em made it past a year. Most of them burned out around month ten.”

Bucky shifted, fist clenched, but not as harsh as before. “I’ve met a few of them. Or… worked with ‘em.”

Frank chuckled. “Bet that’s fun.”

“Not really.”

Frank scoffed. “Y’know,” he said, “you don’t gotta worry about me. Or any of the rest of us.”

Bucky looked at him sideways. “Yeah?”

Frank nodded toward the living room, where you were sleeping under a threadbare blanket, one leg hanging off the side of the couch.

“She wouldn’t be here if she didn’t love you. Still a bit of a dick when she’s mad, but who isn’t? She chose you. That woman’s got trust issues deeper than the fuckin’ ocean, but she lets you near her when she’s bleeding?” He shook his head. “That’s something, man.”

Bucky’s hand curled loosely around the bottle. “Doesn’t stop the way it feels sometimes. Like I’m… following ghosts.”

Frank leaned against the counter, arms folded, studying him. “You’re not a ghost to her.”

“Feels like I am.”

“Then stop acting like one.”

That hit a little deeper than Bucky expected. He looked away.

“You’re not me,” Frank said finally. “And that’s a good thing.”

Bucky blinked. Looked up.

Frank gestured between them. “You know what I gave her? Rage. Like I said, we fed each other’s worst instincts.” He took a breath. “You give her something I couldn’t: Peace.”

Bucky scoffed, a bitter little noise. “Peace? You should see the way we’ve been acting lately?”

Frank shrugged. “Fights happen. Especially with her.” He smirked. “But she came here because she trusted you to carry her when she couldn’t stand. That’s what counts.”

Bucky  took a sip of the beer, but didn’t really taste it. He still felt the heat of the moment in his chest.

Frank tilted his bottle toward him again. “You love her?”

“More than anything.”

“Then hold on to that.” Frank’s voice was sincere. “Cause’ if two broken people can get their shit together and still choose each other every damn day, that’s more than most people get.”

They sat in silence for a while, before eventually, Frank raised his bottle one more time. “To the girl who survived all of us.”

Bucky hesitated—then tapped his bottle gently against Frank’s.

“To the girl who made us feel human again,” he said.

They drank.

In the back of the room, you shifted in your sleep, muttered something under your breath, then went still again.

Frank leaned back. “Think she’s gonna be pissed when she finds out we bonded?”

Bucky found himself a smile— just a little. “Probably.”

—

The pain was dull when you woke up—  more like a memory than a wound, pulsing behind your bones in sync with your heartbeat. Your shoulder throbbed under tight bandages.

You cracked your eyes open, vision swimming in the dim light. The ceiling was warped and water-stained, familiar in the worst way, lit only by the flicker of a busted lamp somewhere in the room. The air smelled like old cigarette smoke, sweat, and gun oil.

You remembered where you were. Frank Castle’s safehouse.

You felt a body pressing against your side. 

Bucky.

He was crouched beside the couch, looking like he’d been glued to your side for hours— maybe longer. His hair was a mess, flattened in places from where he’d run his hands through it on repeat. 

“Hey,” he greeted, rough around the edges but laced with so much affection it you felt it more than you felt the wound. He leaned in and kissed your forehead, “You okay?”

Your lips twitched into a ghost of a smile. You tilted your head just enough to brush your mouth against his in return, your voice barely above a whisper. “Mmhmm.”

Behind you, someone cleared their throat.

You glanced past Bucky, and there was Frank— arms crossed, watching the two of you with a look that wasn’t quite judgment and wasn’t quite amusement either. 

It looked like... approval.

Bucky glanced over his shoulder, but shifted closer to you anyways. His hand brushed your hair back with the softest care, like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

“We gotta go, yeah, doll?” he said. “Whenever you’re ready.”

You winced as you shifted upright, his hand already sliding under your good arm. You leaned into him without hesitation. 

“Yeah,” you exhaled, trying to shake the fog from your head. “Just... give me a sec.”

You rested your forehead against his shoulder for a moment, letting the world settle, then pushed yourself upright again. 

“Thanks, Frank,” you managed, voice rough but sincere. “For the whole... keeping me alive thing.”

His mouth curved upward at the corner. “Anytime, pretty girl.”

The words had barely left his mouth before Bucky’s voice cut through the room— “Don’t call her that.”

But.. there was a hint of playfulness in his voice.

Frank’s brow ticked up, amised. “Relax, soldier. It’s a nickname, not a ring.”

“She’s not yours to nickname.”

You let out a low groan, rubbing your hand over your face. “Jesus Christ. I almost died and you two are busy measuring dicks?”

Frank huffed a small laugh. “Still got that attitude, I see.”

Bucky glanced down at you, brushing your knuckles lightly with his thumb. “Good. Means you’re still alive.”

Frank pushed off the doorway, “She’ll outlive both of us at this rate.”

Bucky’s lips twitched, his hand never leaving yours. “That’s the plan.”

You leaned against him, blinking up at the two men, brow furrowing as the realisation finally hit. 

These weren’t snide remarks. This was… banter. 

They weren’t trying to kill each other.

“What the hell…” you mumbled. “You two friends now?”

Bucky looked down at you, shrugging. “Had a long night.”

Frank smirked from across the room, raising an eyebrow. “And a few beers.”

You stared between them, utterly baffled. “The fuck did I miss?”

—

The drive back was a quiet haze of streetlights. You slumped in the passenger seat, curled toward the window, your shoulder still aching beneath layers of gauze. 

When he pulled up to your shared home, Bucky came around to your side before you could even try to open the door. He lifted you again like you weighed nothing and carried you into the apartment without saying a word.

He laid you gently on the couch, brushing the hair from your face as you settled back into the cushions. His fingers lingered on your cheek, “I’ll get your painkillers,” he said.

You let your eyes follow him as he crossed to the kitchen, retrieved a glass of water, and returned with a small pill in his palm.

“Small dose,” he warned, crouching beside you again. “We’re spacing them out.”

You took it, swallowed, then leaned your head back and sighed. You tilted your head toward him.

“So… you and Frank buddies now?”

Bucky snorted softly, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t go that far.”

“But you talked.”

“Yeah,” He confirmed. “We talked.”

You raised a brow, mildly impressed. “And you didn’t smash each other’s face in?”

Bucky chuckled. “Came close.”

You let a beat of silence pass between you. 

Then you finally said, “I’m sorry.”

His eyes flicked back to you. 

“I should’ve seen how uncomfortable you were,” you admitted. “I… I just didn't think the exes would be a sore spot.”

“I’m sorry, too.” He reached up, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “I let all that shit build up. That’s not on you.”

“Still… I could’ve talked to you about all of it before I got back into the field.” You swallowed. “I… I just didn’t want you to see me differently.”

“I do see you differently,” he said quietly.

Your stomach twisted.

“But not in a bad way,” he added quickly. “Your past… is just that. Frank helped me see that.”

You blinked fast, trying not to cry. “But it keeps finding me.”

“I know,” he said. 

You gave him a sad smile and a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “I’m not going anywhere, Bucky. You’re my now. You’re my future. You're it.”

His breath caught, and he looked at you like you’d just pulled him out of the deepest part of the ocean.

He leaned in and kissed you, slow and soft and sweet. It was the kind of kiss that tasted like forgiveness, because he was still learning what it meant to be loved out loud by someone so unfiltered, by someone with nothing to hide.

You stayed pressed againsthim for a long time, your hand in his hair, his forehead against yours.

Eventually, he pulled back and smiled faintly. 

He stood, walking toward the kitchen. “I’m making you hot chocolate.”

You blinked after him. “Are you serious?”

“You want marshmallows?”

“Obviously.”

He got up, and from the kitchen, you could hear Bucky moving around — the clink of the saucepan on the stove, the rustle of a cocoa tin being opened, the faint hiss of milk heating as he stirred. 

You sank deeper into the couch, letting the ache in your shoulder fade into the background.

Your eyes drifted half-shut, but then you heard it.

A ding from beside you on the couch.

You blinked, turning your head slightly, and there it was — Bucky’s phone lighting up on the cushion, his name glowing on the lock screen along with the preview of a new text.

Frank Castle.

Of course it was Frank.

Curiosity got the better of you, and your eyes skimmed the message: "If you wanna give your pretty girl a break and need someone who doesn’t pull his punches on a mission, give me a call, Barnes. And I’ll be there."

You smiled — part fond, part exasperated — and the warmth in your chest didn’t dim.

Before you could say anything, Bucky’s voice floated over from the kitchen, teasing, “You looking at my phone, doll?”

You glanced toward him, two mugs cradled in his hands as he walked towards you.

“Didn’t know you and Frank exchanged numbers,” You lifted your brows. “He says he’s offering his services.”

Bucky lowered himself onto the couch beside you, placing the mug carefully into your hand.

Bucky let out a quiet snort, shaking his head as he picked up the phone and read it for himself. His thumb hovered over the reply button, but he didn’t type anything right away.

“At least,” he muttered under his breath, “he’s now calling you my pretty girl.”

You leaned your head toward him, letting it rest against his shoulder.

“Damn right I am,” you mumbled fondly.

Damn right you are. 

–end.

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7

joaquin post cabnw

It’s Ok

IMAGINE: Dating someone can get a little hard when someone doesn’t like your boyfriend. But you and Bucky can get through it, right?  WORD COUNT: 3.6k  WARNINGS: Trauma, a little cliché but hey you’re a teenager in most of this

"What the hell is wrong with you dad?" You spit at your father. "Bucky was hoping he could come over to the house one fucking time and have a civil conversation, and you had to ruin it!"

"I don't like that boy." He responded, crossing his arms as he glares at you.

"DOES IT LOOK LIKE I CARE? I LIKE HIM! HE MAKES ME HAPPY!" You retort angrily, quickly glancing out the window. You watched the dust continue to settle where Bucky had driven away.

"Hello, sir." Bucky greets your father, straightening himself the moment he saw the older man as walks into the house.

"Barnes..."

At that moment, you walk out of the kitchen. "Hiya, dad." You say nervously. He wasn't due home for another thirty minutes. He had caught you in the middle of preparing an enjoyable meal for the three of you.

"What's going on here?" He asked, zeroing in on your boyfriend.

As Bucky struggles for an answer, you step in. "We're making (Favorite Dish)."

"Why?"

"Well sir," Bucky begins. "Y/N thought it'd be a swell idea to throw a dinner and just have a friendly conversation."

Your father walks past the both of you, stepping into the kitchen and taking in the food being prepared. You and Bucky approach him nervously.

"I suppose."

Long story short, the dinner didn't go as you thought it would.

Your dad kept asking embarrassing questions, then bringing something up from Bucky's past. It was hard not to scold your father. Whenever Bucky got irritated or embarrassed by a certain subject, he'd reach for your hand underneath the table and grip it.

This happened a lot.

Bucky left quickly after the food was gone, giving you a small kiss on the cheek before leaving in his dusty old pickup truck Steve's parents lent him before they died.

"You didn't have to be so rude." You whisper once you finally calm down. "You know how Bucky is with his father and the army. Why did you have to bring it up?"

"Because a true man can handle the harsher things in life."

"You're just saying that because you want him to feel weak!"

Growing tired of this never-ending fight, your father shut it down. "Enough! I don't want to hear another word about that Barnes boy. I expect you to end things with him. He's a troublemaker." And that was that.

Or so your father thought.

You and Bucky would always meet up in town, spending the day together before you'd go your separate ways. Your father would get suspicious, but you'd come up with the cleverest lies and convince him otherwise. It wasn't until Bucky's twentieth birthday, several months after the dinner; your father finally connected the dots.

He dragged you over to Steve's apartment where Bucky was staying, hell bent on kicking his ass. You and Steve tried stopping them, but it was useless. Like beating a sumo wrestler with a twig kind of useless. It wasn't until Bucky showed your father an application to join the army. It stopped him from attacking Bucky, but terminating your relationship with him.

It was hard for you to see him after that. He had already finished high-school, and it left you finishing senior year by yourself. Your father was strict with your rules about seeing Bucky, but he let it slide when it was time for him to go.

He had gotten accepted and now it was time for him and his squadron to be shipped out. Your father, out of what little kindness he had left in his heart, allowed you to say goodbye. It was hard letting him go. You broke down in silent tears the moment you took in his sharp uniform.

-

"Hey, doll." He smiled sadly; drinking in the sight of you. He didn't know when it would be the next time he'd see you again.

"Why are you doing this?" You ask him, grabbing his shoulders. "Is it for the money? Why? Why are you leaving me?"

Bucky gently removes your hands and holds them against his chest. "Y/N, baby. I ain't doing this for the money." He brings his lips against yours and kisses you sweetly.

"I'm doing this so I can prove to you, and your father that I can make something of myself. That I can be that guy who made a difference. That one guy who isn't labeled a troublemaker or a brainless oaf." He squeezes your hands encouragingly. "By the time I come back, I can prove to everyone here in this small little place, I can be the good guy. I can be the one to take care of you."

"But you don't need to do this!" You tell him, pulling your hands away to wipe your tears. "If anyone can't see how amazing you are, they can go screw themselves. I love you for the sweet man you are. You don't need to join the damn army to prove shit!"

"Y/N..." Bucky watches as you grow quiet. He wraps his arms around you and holds you close.

"I don't want to lose you out there," you mumble into his chest, most likely staining his uniform with your tears.

"I'll make sure he doesn't die out there," someone beside you says.

"Steve?" You say, lifting your head from Bucky's torso. "You're going with him?"

The short blonde smiles gently, watching as you pull away from Bucky to give him a hug. "Who's better than me to keep him out of trouble?"

"That's my line," Bucky says, drawing you into one last embrace. Your dad watches from afar as you two kiss goodbye.

-

Everything was all right at first. Every Friday, you would receive a letter from Bucky (And Steve!) talking about what had happened in the past week, not forgetting to mention how much he had missed you.

With the occasional joke here and there, he would always express his love for you in simple poetry. Then you would quickly send your own letter, equally expressing the love you shared and reminisced about the memories the two of you had.

For six months, things had gone smoothly. Then the letters slowly stop. For weeks on end, you wouldn't get a single letter. And when you did, it was quick and to the point.

Bucky and Steve had to go somewhere, and they couldn't send as many letters as they wanted to. Buck continued to say he loved you with all his heart, and he couldn't wait to come back home.

Weeks of silence had turned into months. It broke your heart to come home from school on Friday and receive no letters. Prom came around and you ended up going with your cousin, not wanting to ruin your relationship with Bucky just to have a romantic prom night. Graduation follows shortly after, and it saddens you to think you can't celebrate with James.

It's horrible. But then it happens.

Around the third week of college, almost three years after Bucky left, you came home to your father speaking with someone on your front porch. The soldier quickly spotted you approaching and ceased his conversation.

"Y/N?" The stranger questioned.

"Yes?"

"It's me!" The man carefully takes off his service cap and tucks it underneath his arm. "It's Steve!"

Warily glancing at the tall blonde, you think of ways to yell at him for being an asshole until you look into his eyes. The same blue beauties that belonged to your best friend.

"STEVE!" You're quick to engulf him in a hug but quickly retract. Blood roars in your ears as you become excited. If Steve was here, that meant Bucky was too.

"Where's James? I know he's hiding around here somewhere. If this is a ruse to scare me, I'll kick your ass, Rogers."

After looking around, you finally look to Steve, who at the moment doesn't look so excited. "Steve...?" Then you think of every horrible way a person could die in a war. None ease your worried mind as you ask your friend a single question.

"Is Bucky... Dead, Steve?" The gentle giant shakes his head but doesn't lose the solemn expression.

"No."

Your worry turns into confusion. "So where the hell is he?"

Your father, who you had forgotten about at the moment, spoke up. "We think it'd be easier to just show you..."

-

You stare through a large window. On one side, you stand with Steve and your father. On the other, a nurse hovers over a limp body lying in the hospital bed. She checks the respiratory ventilator and the tubes that go along with it. Once she finds everything in its place, she adjusts his IV line and leaves.

Walking out of the door, she catches your eye and gives you a sad look. It lasts only a moment until she leaves, but you know what just happened. She's seen this before. And it rarely ends well.

"How long has it been?" You ask quietly, returning your gaze to Bucky's figure.

"About a week." Steve replies, observing you. Your body tenses up as you close your eyes.

"What. Happened. To. Him?"

He explains how he and Bucky were traveling through Germany to pick up their mark holding government secrets when the train they were riding was shot at. Bucky had fallen out as he and the rest of the men started shooting back.

"It was a long fall." Steve choked out, letting out a few tears himself. "When the gunfire had stopped, we went looking for him. He lost a lot of blood when we found him."

Your shoulders steadily rise up and down as you attempt to stifle your cries. Your dad sees this and goes to comfort you. Just as his hand reaches your arm, you snap.

"YOU DID THIS! THIS IS YOUR FAULT! YOU MADE THIS HAPPEN!"

Both of the men look shocked as you yell. Hospital staff glances at the three of you but don't make a move to stop it. They've all witnessed it before.

You bring your hands down on your father's chest, weakly beating him. "HE WOULDN'T HAVE LEFT IF YOU HADN'T PUSHED HIM TO DO IT!" Steve has to pull you away, but you don't put up a fight. The moment he grabs you, all the fight leaves.

"I'll take them home, Mr. L/N," Steve promises, pulling you into Bucky's room. Your father soon leaves, taking a quick glance at you before scurrying over to Buck before leaving. Maybe it was his fault.  

You don't notice him leave. Your only concern was Bucky.

You note the thin, straw-like tubes sticking out of his nose connecting and watch as his chest slowly moves up and down. You note the differences from when you last saw Buck.

His hair was longer and much stringier than before. He wore a trimmed five o'clock shadow that suited him nicely. He had a few light scars across his cheeks, but none that ruined his look. Gently running your fingers through his hair, your arm brushes against the left side of his body.

Something feels off. "What else happened to him?" You whimper.

Steve takes a deep breath through his nose and approaches his friend. His arm brushes against yours as he reaches for the edge of the blanket. He hesitates for a moment, before pulling the thin material back.

The lights shine off it for a second, blinding you momentarily. "What the...?" The metal prosthesis replacing his arm glints underneath the weak lighting. A red star painted on his shoulder. It matches its peer perfectly.

"He lost it in the fall."

The tears fall like rain as you reach out for Bucky. Steve rubs your back, but it doesn't calm you down much. Only James could help you relax. Finding your tears had somewhat subsided, you grab your boyfriend's flesh hand and squeeze it tight.

"Do they know when he'll wake up?" You croak, your voice scratchy from all your crying.

"Doctors say because of the blood he lost and the stress they put him through, it'll be four weeks at the most." You glance at Steve, showing him your red eyes before focusing on Bucky.

"I'll wait for you."

-

Turns out, you didn't have to wait long. Around a week after receiving word that Buck was in the hospital, he woke up. And you were right beside him when it happened.

The doctors allowed you to stay the past few nights while he recovered. Steve visited every morning and evening to bring fresh clothes and make sure you ate properly. The nurses greeted you in the afternoon as they changed the bedpan and checked his vitals.

While waiting for him to stir, you would talk about what happened. You knew things had changed with both Steve and Bucky.

They differed from the reckless young adults you originally knew them as. Steve was obviously bigger and taller than before, and Buck was more physically defined.

"They gave me a series of experimental drugs," Steve told you on the third day. "One doctor there took a liking to me and convinced the commander to 'work' on me. He gave me this special cocktail that he made from an assortment of chemicals and it changed me."

"What about Buck? Wouldn't you guys have given him a regular prosthetic? Why a metal one?" Steve watched as you played with Bucky's metal fingers, rubbing the cool knuckles as you watched him sleep.

"It wasn't actually us who found him first." He explained. "The Russians got him, patched him up. Hence the red star. We got him back by trading a prisoner we caught that was involved in one of our previous assignments."

You couldn’t imagine the pain he must have gone through. All alone with the enemy, spending his days behind enemy lines getting tortured. At least he was home, safe from the danger.

“It’s ok now,” you whispered, gently pressing a kiss to the prosthetic palm. “You’re gonna be ok.”

-

When he finally awoke, you weren't exactly prepared. Neither was he.

Bucky woke up gasping, unable to breathe. His lungs felt like they were on fire! He had been having a nightmare; he was falling from a great height. When he landed, these people found him and started experimenting on him.

They poked and prodded at him with knives and such. So much pain, so much screaming.

Falling back onto the bed, he drank in his surroundings. The smell of lemon disinfectant, the sight of colorless food, the feel of a paper gown. Bucky knew exactly where he was. Just to make sure, he glanced at his arm. The metal limb proved his theory.

"It's not a dream..." He muttered, closing his eyes. As he started reaching for the assist button, he finally noticed you, sleeping in a chair resting in the corner. "Hey, there doll." He called out softly.  

You stir, but don't make an intention to get up. "Get up doll." He says louder. This time, you open an eyelid. At first, you don't react. You calmly close your eyelid before you quickly reopen both your eyes.

"BUCKY!" You shout happily, jumping up from the chair. The soldier braces himself for impact.

Your arms are quick to wrap around his neck as you pepper his face with kisses. He stops the attack by grabbing your hands in his own and squeezing them gently.

You're slightly surprised he can move his prosthetic arm like his original, but you don't think about it too much. "Calm down. I'm right here. I'm with you." The shock turns into happiness as you cry.

"You're here, you're actually here!"

"I am," Bucky responds, softly running his thumbs across the back of your hands. He removes one to cup your cheek. "You got more beautiful than the last time I saw you." His grin somehow stretches wider as you blush. "How the hell did you do that?"

"You're imagining shit, Barnes."

Bucky's large brown eyes take in your worn face, and he worries. Then he calmly slides over in his bed, mindful of all the wires and tubing, and pats the cleared area.

"Lay down with me, darling?" Bucky asks politely.

The way he asks and the sudden urge to sleep overcomes you, you can't say no. He lets go of you, allowing you to climb in next to him. His arms are quick to ensnare you once more, pulling you into this warm sanctuary.

"Sleep. I'll be here when you wake up. Then we can talk."

"You sure?"

The long-haired brunette smiles down at you gently, softly kissing your forehead. "I promise. I ain't leaving again for a long time."

-

The hospital was reluctant on letting Bucky go after a week of him waking up. Both of you had a sneaking suspicion they wanted to check out his new arm, but you luckily got him out of there.

Against the wishes of your father, you had started seeing Bucky again. It differed from before, I should add. He wasn't the same solo rebel you had grown to love.

He was more self-conscious about his figure now, always wearing jackets even when it was warm out. But his caring attitude stayed the same. Buck still loved you with all his heart. Your father still had a hard time accepting this.

You had moved out of the house a couple months after Bucky woke up, and the two of you bought an apartment together. To celebrate, your father had invited you over to have a nice dinner. After being convinced by Bucky, you had accepted.

The dinner started off smoothly. Then you excused yourself to go to the restroom. After washing your hands, you reached for a towel, only to find there was nothing. Not wanting to ruin your new shirt, you carefully leave the bathroom to grab a dish towel from the kitchen. To get over there, you needed to pass through the dining room.

As you approach, you suddenly hear your father speaking in a hushed tone.

"The game's up, Barnes. You're back home now. You don't have to put on a show anymore."

"It's not a show, sir," your boyfriend replied truthfully. "I love them."

"So why are you here then?" Your father demands. "If you love them so much, what are you trying to prove? Why do you need to seem like you're this perfect boyfriend?"

"Because I left them!" Bucky seemed to shout in a hushed voice. His voice drops to a harmless whisper: it's so soft you have to strain your ears just to hear.

"I left them all alone. I made Y/N suffer through hell and back because of a decision I made. I left so I could seem like a better man to you, but apparently it didn't!" He exclaimed quietly, not wanting you to hear.

"But thank God Y/N was still here for me. I honestly thought they would get fed up after waiting years for me, but they didn't; unlike you, they had faith that I was coming back to them, dead or alive. So now I'm done trying to please you, to stand up to your ridiculous standards. I thought me appreciating your child would be enough for you, making them happy, was enough, but apparently not."

His speech immediately gets you all riled up; there's an urge to yell in your dad's face. You hear a fork clinking against a plate before your father clears his throat. The action makes you wait.

"So you'd do anything to keep my little (Nickname) safe?" He asks Bucky seriously, clasping his hands together. Unbeknownst to you, Bucky was staring your father straight in the eye, clenching his own hands.

"Sir, I don't think you understood me at all." He looks to the direction of the bathroom before looking back at your dad. "I'd die if that's what Y/N wanted me to do. If it made them happy, I'd do it in a heartbeat."

There's silence until it's broken.

"Then I guess you can continue the relationship with my blessing."

It's then where you make yourself known. "Hi, guys!" You say cheerfully, pretending you hadn't eavesdropped on their conversation.

"What'd I miss?" You continue taking your seat next to Bucky. He smiles as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. He quickly presses a kiss against your lips before looking to your dad.

They share a look. "Nothing much, darling."

You never ask about the conversation, figuring it was none of your business. But honestly, it didn't matter. Your father finally accepted Bucky, Bucky loved you, and you were all happy.

It didn't matter what other people thought about the two of you anymore. Bucky was safe at home with you. That's the way it was meant to be.

THIRST TWEETS

SUMMARY: Sebastian and you are invited to read thirst tweets.

A/N: hey! so i really love sebastian and i wanted to write something about him, so this is what my mind created. also, english it's no my first language, so i hope this is good, let me know what you think! take care of yourself please. (not my gif)

you and Sebastian had been dating for a few months after the movie you were shooting ended.

he had been invited to Comic-Con for his role as Bucky, yet you were there as a supportive girlfriend. you two had been invited to the section to read thirst tweets. Sebastian had no idea what you two were going to do, but you had already seen some of those videos on the internet and it seemed quite funny.

"and what are we going to do?" the boy asked once you two were sitting in front of the cameras.

"the two of you are going to read thirst tweets." a girl behind cameras answered him as she handed him a blue pot.

"a what?" he asked again without understanding and took the pot in his hands.

"it will be fun, I promise you." you told him and placed a kiss on his cheek.

the cameras started recording and the signal was given for the two of you to start reading the little papers with tweets.

"hi! I'm [Y/N] and this is Sebastian." you greeted with a big smile and pointed to the boy next to you. "and today we will read yours thirst tweets."

"do you want to start? I have no idea how this works." Sebastian held out the pot for you so you could reach in and take a piece of paper out of it.

"alright." you said as soon as you took a paper between your hands. "oh my god, okay." you cleared your throat before reading.

"what?" Seb asked with great curiosity.

"i would pay a thousand dollars for [Y/N] to choke me with her thighs." you read and turned to see your boyfriend, who kept his mouth open in surprise.

"is that a thirst tweet?! oh my god, I don't want to do this anymore." he shook his head while laughing.

"stop it, it's your turn pretty boy." you snatched the container from his hands and held it out to him.

"i'm scared, I really mean it." he said when he reached into the pot. "Okay, let's see what it says." he narrowed his eyes a little so he could read better. "I want Sebastian to kiss me just like he kiss [Y/N], wish i were heather." he stop reading and looked at you with puppy eyes.

"why are you looking at me like that?" you asked.

"that means I'm a good kisser" he said with some arrogance.

"who told you that?" you asked in amusement and reached into the bowl to get another tweet.

"this person." he shook the paper that was in his hand. "if they want me to kiss them like I kiss you, it means I'm a good kisser."

"of course not." you pushed his face a little. "maybe you're a bad kisser but I'm not telling you because i love you."

"okay, you know what? I'll never kiss you anymore." he said and crossed his arms, then turned and turned his back on you.

"you do not even belive it." you put a hand on his thigh to turn it so that the two of you are looking at the camera again. "the dance that [Y/N] did in the Shawn Mendes music video plays in my head every day." you read and immediately the memories of that moment came to your head.

"i agree with that person." Sebastian spoke and then I look at you. "you looked hot in that video." confessed.

"i always look hot, what do you mean?" you asked indignantly and tossed the paper into the air, while your boyfriend pulled out another.

"Sebastian Stan, I ask you to choke me with the metal arm." he read and couldn't help laughing in the middle of the reading.

"would that be possible? I think it would kill you if I just tried for all the weight it carries." you said and put your own hand on your neck.

"i don't know, we should try it." he looked at you and raised his eyebrows playing.

"Sebastian!" you gave him a little bump on the arm. "this is family time, there are children watching us!" you said as a laugh began to escape from your mouth.

"fine." he said and rolled his eyes.

"okay, I think this is the penultimate of all." you said as soon as you touched the paper "that picture where Brie Larson and [Y/N] are kissing lives in my head for free." you read and quickly felt the gaze of your partner on you. "what?"

"you have a picture of kissing my set partner and I didn't even know it!" he sounded indignant and got up from his chair to go behind cameras. "i'm done."

you really couldn't stop laughing seeing Sebastian's reaction, however you had to fire the video without him.

"i need to see that picture. if we ever break up I'll blame Brie for being the third person in this relationship." the boy said with amusement once the cameras stopped recording.

"I'll show it to you when we get home." You assured him and they both smiled at each other.

We need more reader inserts with a chronically ill reader. That’s it. That’s the post.

Monstertober Day 8

Careful what you wish for 🕯

Pairing: Incubus!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Initial Somnophilia, dub con, kind of rape, insults/degrading language, biting, scratching, marking, mentions of blood, womb tattoo/sigil, dumbification, aphrodisiac, vibrator, p in v, overstimulation, cunnilingus, demon summoning, beefy!bucky, condescending!Bucky, dark!bucky, praise, fluff

Nicknames: Angel, Doll, sweetness

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: I’m so sorry this is late, I was extremely busy on Halloween with teacher training and university work. But this concludes Monstertober, I have some exciting things planned for November.

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

Candles…You look around your floor surrounded by heaps of softly glowing candles, their flames waning and brightening again and again as the flame danced in the draft of your room. “Check.” you murmured, casting your eyes back to the grimoire’s aged pages; squinting in the darkness of your room trying to see the faded ink more clearly “stupidly complicated pentagram that took me multiple attempts and almost two hours to draw. Check.” You huffed glaring down at the pentagram drawn in white chalk on your floor, the edges smudged ever so slightly from where you’d repeatedly rubbed it away, only to redraw it wrong again. “An offering.” The book had not specified the offering that you had to provide for the demon, it simply said offering in intricate calligraphy “,how very helpful.” Grumbling you crouched to your knees, placing the grimoire down and scooping up your pile of “offerings” depositing them at random in a small circle inside your pentagram. Your offerings, if you could even call them that, consisted of a some loose change you’d found under and behind furniture, some candies you had lying around from halloween that the children hadn’t taken, a lock of your hair and a deeply personal item—which was the only clear instruction in the list, and you had chosen your trusty pink vibrator. Looking at the pink vibe on the floor made you want to crawl out of your skin in embarrassment, but it made the most sense since it was very deeply personal.

You picked the book back up and seated yourself in the centre of the summoning circle, you could feel your heart rate spike as you glanced down at the page for the summoning words. Your hands shook, palms growing cold and sweaty as you began “Heed my call, hear my cry may it lead you to me from your realm far away. I command you to my side so that we may make a contract.” You bite down on your finger drawing blood and swipe it across the floor “See me now and let me see you.” You blow out the candles around you and wait. You gulp as you sit cross legged in the dark, waiting. The sound of your breathing and your blood rushing makes the silence unbearable.

Nothing happens.

After sitting there for five minutes, you climb to your feet defeated. Tears on your waterline as you throw the book to the floor and flop into bed. You felt so stupid for even thinking that something like that would work, you feel the full weight of your adrenaline rush crashing to ground as curl under your covers rocking yourself to sleep s you mentally prepare for the rent payment tomorrow.

The blown out candles relight simultaneously as he steps out of the red swirling portal “You called?” He looked down expecting to see the person who summoned him, but he found the chalk pentagram staring back at him. He bends down, picking up the book you’d thrown harshly to the floor with a frown. He dusts off the grimoire, tracing the embossing in the leather cover with his blackened fingers, turning down the heat of his brimstone skin so the book doesn't burn. From the corner of his eye he catches your body shifting under the covers. He sets the grimoire gently on your chest of drawers and pads over to your bed “Wake up my little sleeping Angel.” He whispers in a gravelly tone, forming an ‘o’ with his reddened lips and blowing a stream of cold air against your ear lobe making you stir. He seats himself on the edge of your bed trailing his hand across your sleeping form “You’re wearing too much for my liking. Let me help you with that.” He threw the covers off of you and turned you more on to your back so he could peel your baggy shirt off, moving as quiet as a mouse. You were left only in a pair of panties, your comfortable pair that you wore when you knew no one would be seeing them, Bucky smiled at them thumbing the fabric adoringly. He ran his fingers across the middle of your panties till a soaking crease was visible. “Already so horny for me, naughty little human.” Bucky pulled down your panties, taking them into his hand to see the clear, sticky proof of your arousal. He tossed the panties already able to smell the thick scent of your arousal, he knew he had to taste you. He dipped his head down, running his tongue through your folds, groaning at the taste of you. He decided there and then he was going to claim you as his. He sucked on his fingers, getting them wet, before inserting them inside of you. Your walls drew him in, clamping so tightly around his fingers that he could barely move them. His hardened cock twitched as he imagined sliding into you, pounding you awake watching as your pleasured cries turned into pleas for him to stop. He had to stop a wicked grin from spreading across his lips. “You’ve been neglected for so long, Pet. Bucky’s gonna change that don’t you worry sweetheart. Who would neglect such a pretty pussy, so fucking tight.” His fingers start to glide through your spasming walls as they adjust to the thickness of his fingers. He targets the spongy spot inside you, debaucherous wet sounds filing the sleepy silence of your room. He paused as a soft mewl left your lips, your body shifting and your fisted hands tightening their hold on your pillow. He continued his ministrations even as your eyes fluttered open and you finally came to, your pleasured babbling pausing. You stared, horrified at the man sitting at the edge of your bed. Your eyes travelled up to the black horns on his head that looked like a ram's horns then down his red eyed that even in the darkness stuck out like a sore thumb, they shone like road studs in headlights stealing your attention before he opened his mouth displaying sharp, white teeth “Thanks for summoning me, Angel. I can see why you needed an incubus. You seem to be very pent up, but I can fix that for you.” His deep melodic voice made the initial stress you felt drift far away. You gaze drops downwards following the muscle of his neck down to the imposing bulk of his shoulders and arms, the rise and fall of his burly chest becoming hypnotising as his scent reaches your nostrils a mix of myrrh and musk that has your head swimming making you completely forget what he said. The feel of his rough palm cupping your cheek anchors you “I said, thank you for summoning me, Angel.”

“I didn’t summon an incubus. You- You have the wrong house.”

“No need to be coy. It’s fine to need a bit of help.”

“No, I genuinely didn’t summon an incubus. I wanted to Summon a demon that could help me. I'm working two jobs, I’m exhausted, the cost of everything is rising and I just can’t anymore. I'm running myself into the ground. I must have summoned the wrong type of demon.”

“Ah, that's Ari’s department. I’d contact him, but he’s a bit busy with a few cultists. So I guess you’re stuck with me for the time being, but I can help you in a different way, Doll.” His other hand reaches to the side of him and heat floods your cheeks as your eyes lock on the pink vibrator he has between his fingers. He pops it into his mouth like a hard candy and sucks it a little before spitting it back into his palm, pressing the button to turn it on “Nice and ready for you.” He chides, slipping his fingers out of your tight heat replacing the emptiness with the warmed, whirling vibrator. You feel your stomach constrict in pleasure as he guides the pink bullet in further with his fingers, positioning it right against your sweet spot. Shooting you a knowing smile as you sob your walls fluttering around his fingers as you convulse “Such a good girl for me, coming all over my fingers.” Bucky coos taking the vibe out from inside you bringing it to the head of his weeping cock moaning as he rubs it against his precum leaking slit, pumping his length with his other ashen hand “Time for you to take me sweetness.” You try to scramble away from him but he was much quicker than you, sensing your fear before it had even registered inside your brain. His warm rough palm seized your thigh pulling you back in position.

“It won’t fit! You’re going to tear me in two. Please can you just forget I summoned you.”

“Oh, Doll, that’s not how this works. You summoned me, I have duties to fulfill and in exchange for said duties I get your soul. I’m not leaving, this will not be forgotten. Regardless, you need to breathe; I’m not going to ‘tear you in two’ that sigil on your womb will make sure of it and make it pleasurable whilst I do. So calm down for me, I don’t like it when humans make my job more difficult than it has to be so behave and you’ll be rewarded.” His threats wrapped up in a sweet tone making it seem as if he wasn’t patronising you. Despite this you began to calm down, wrapping your legs around his hips and controlling your breathing. Your eyes drifted down his muscular torso, focusing on the intricate tattoo like patterns on his skin to relax your mind. The tattoos brought you down to the deep ‘v’ line of his pelvis and back to his veiny member which he was prodding to your entrance. You were pulled out of the trace-like state that his prominent veins had put you in, as he bottomed out in you until your walls were stretched taut around his meaty shaft. He stays still until the burn subsides, watching as your eyes gain a hazy, spaced out glaze and your mouth drops open in an inaudible moan. He pulls out and thrusts so hard into you that your bed scoots under the force, the sound of skin slapping skin echos through your small room as Bucky snaps his hips into you pushing himself deeper and deeper each time, his movements are slow yet rough making you feel every inch of him as he fucks into your tight heat. A surge of heat spread all the way from your hips to the sole of your feet and the tips of your fingers, you felt almost drunk on pleasure, every single thrust of his hips renewing the heat. Your whole body tingles as he presses the vibrator to your clit “God!” You scream as your legs wrapped around his waist begin to shake.

“Oh no sweet little Angel, God isn’t here. In this room, right now, I am your God. You worship me. I give you pleasure.” He purrs, swirling the vibe on your pulsing pearl as he angles the tip of his cock to hit your sweet spot over an over, drawing the orgasm building inside of you to the surface making you cum with a whimpering cry.

The sound of your blood rushing in your ears filled your senses as you came down from your high, even as you came back to your senses you felt much more distanced from reality; your body felt as if it was submerged in a warm bath, and slowly but surely you were sinking below the water. Your break was cut short by Bucky continuing his thrusts, his hand pressing the vibrator to your now throbbing clit didn’t budge—he instead pushed down more harshly on your clit making your legs quake uncontrollably “Hnng! Please!” Was all you could force out before your tongue became useless, lolling out of your mouth. You came again with a shout, clawing Bucky’s back with your nails as you threw your head back into the pillow, your back arching even further into the air. You came so hard you forgot how to breathe, a heavy weight crushing your chest, as you slumped back into the mattress trying your hardest to breathe Bucky finally removed the vibe from your raw little nub. His palm flattened against your stomach where the sigil was placed rubbing a slow circle that set your nerves on fire, before he brought his hand up to the bulge in your stomach and pressed harshly with his thumb tearing a whimper from your throat.

“Fuck you can see me inside of you, Angel. I’m all up in your guts rearranging them. Turning you into the perfect little cock sleeve, gonna make sure I ruin you for any other man. Oh wait, you won't be taking any other man after me. Because; You. Belong. To. Me.” Her punctuated every word with a rough thrust, bashing your cervix which would usually hurt but whatever he did gave you a supreme, otherworldly amount of pleasure “the sigil is almost full, one more orgasm and my seed should be enough to fill it. Do you think you can take it?” He questions a small smile gracing his lips as he awaits your answer, but all you can do is mumble “So fucked out that you can’t even form a sentence, your heads probably so empty right now, my little fuck doll. It’s okay, you don’t need to think, Angel, let me do that for you; can’t expect a dumb little human like you who can’t even read the pages of a very clear, simple book correctly.” His hand slithers up your body towards your neck, wrapping around your throat before he starts to apply pressure—observing as your body begins to melt into the mattress. His thrusts continued and paired with the lack of oxygen bright flashes of white flicker across your vision. All your nerves began to thrum as you felt another orgasm coming, your wall clamped around him as you got closer to the edge. You could feel his cock twitching inside you, he released your neck allowing air to flow back into your lungs as he dipped his head down to your shoulder inking his teeth into your skin. The overwhelming sensations of lightheadedness, pleasure and pain threw your senses into orbit as you came your pussy squeezing his cock as you raked your nails across his back hard enough to draw blood. Bucky gave a few more weak, uncoordinated thrusts before he painted your insides with a wanton moan gripping the pillow hard enough for it to tear. You could barely comprehend your surroundings, you felt as if you were made of air and if Bucky let go of you you’d dissipate. Your heart hammered against your rib cage, as you stared up at Bucky’s handsome face; his sweat darkened hair glued to his forehead. He let out a chuckle, his hand caressing the sigil at your womb “Happy Halloween, Angel. This is the last one you’ll ever have to spend alone. The contract has been made and now, you belong to me. Forever.”

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🩸 Steve Kemp x Reader Drabble 🩸

Pairing: Master!Steve Kemp x Bunny!Reader

Warnings: Steve is a warning in itself, marking/biting, cunnilingus, mentions of cannibalism , mentions of blood, Dom!Steve + Sub!reader

Nicknames: Bunny, Slut, Master

His hand gripped your thigh, a grip that could kill—and it had, he stroked the soft flesh pinching it when he got close to your already damp panties. You carded your cuffed hands through his silky locks, relishing in the sight below you. His hand slipped back down to your knees rubbing them decisively with his calloused palm. Two rubs each, slow and methodical as if he was feeling up a watermelon trying to pick the best one. Like you were food. You were food to him. You tried to push away the disturbing reality and focus on his sculpted jaw as nudged his slightly stubbly cheek against your inner thigh. He took in a deep inhale of your skin, before taking the sensitive flesh into his mouth; sucking it, running it through his teeth, playful nibbling. You had to swallow down the witty remark that sat on the top of your tongue, ‘didn't your parents ever tell you not to play with your food Stevie?’ You bit down on your lip suppressing a giggle. The pain of Steve chomping down on your thigh pulled you out of your gallow humour inner monologue “Ouch!” You yelped, tugging on his hair. He released the skin, blood trickled from his bite mark. He lapped at the trickling red, as if it was wine that had spilled on his hand whilst opening a bottle of wine.

“Focus, Bunny, I want you to watch everything I do to you. Even when I do this.” He bit down on the same thigh, this time closer to your dripping cunt. But he dug his teeth further in, at the same time his fingers pushed aside your panties. He ran his fingers through your hot, damp folds; pushing two digits into your needy cunt. He growled into your thigh, chewing on the bite mark like a rabid animal desecrating your corpse. The danger was so enticing. Pleasure and pain soon bleed into one another as his fingers attack the spongy spot inside you, curling his fingers to rub and tease it whilst he moves to your other thigh. The initial bite made you squeal, but as he tugged at flesh and added another finger the squeal of pain turned into moans of pleasure. You felt him rut his hips into your ankle, his clothed dick straining against jeans. His head lifted from your leg, he craned his neck back slightly to look at you. Your blood smeared on his saliva coated chin, his tongue jutted out of his mouth licking at as much of the blood as he could manage. He growled as he swallowed, his eyes almost rolling back into his skull “You taste so fucking good. Anytime I get a taste of you, even just a smell of you. I go feral.” He scissored his fingers inside you, thrusting them in and out of you “Cum. Cum on my fingers Bunny. Like the little pain slut you are. You like this, don’t you? Like me slowly devouring you.” Your grip on his hair tightened and your hips raised off the chair, you pushed yourself further down his fingers trying to match his pace. His thrusts stopped. “Tell me, Bunny, or I won’t let you cum.” He snarled, giving you an intense glare.

You whimpered “I love it! Love you devouring me, feel so good!” You practically screamed, you were so close. He slapped your clit with the tips of his fingers

“That’s my good little slut.” He cooed, resuming his ministrations. His head dipped down, he took your sensitive bud in his mouth. Running his teeth over the hood of your clit ever so gently as his tongue flicked at it. You choked on a moan, throwing your head back as you came on his face. He swallowed down every single drop of your juices hungrily, the salacious slurping sound piercing through your blissed out haze causing your cheeks to burn red. “Fuckkkk. I should bottle this shit up and sell it, so sweet. I can’t get enough.” He groaned, sliding his tongue inside your clenching hole trying to drink as much of you as he possibly could. When he had sucked you dry he rose to his feet, he stroked your face with his palm running his thumb across your lip “Open.” You oblige “Good little Bunny.” He praises before shoving all three of his fingers that had been inside you down your throat “clean my fingers, Bunny. We’re going to the bedroom, I’m not done with you yet.”

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Holometabolous metamorphosis 🦋

Part 2- Thanatosis 🦋

Holometabolous metamorphosis- Also called complete metamorphosis is a form of insect development that involves four stages of life: egg, larva, pupa (cocoon) and adult.

Dark!Mean!Mafia!Biker! Bucky x innocent!victim!Reader

Warnings: absolutely non con, dark!Bucky, mean!Bucky, Beefy!Bucky, innocent!reader, name calling, manipulation, abuse, bruises (not the kinky kind), dacryphilia, punching, slapping, mentions of blood, heavy angst, reader blames themselves (if you’re getting abused it not your fault), talk of death, allusions to suicide

Nicknames: whore, stupid, dumb

Read this at you own discretion. This is actually one of the darkest things I’ve ever written. I do have a continuation of it so if I finish it I’ll link it.

༻ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐬 ༺

Surely I am dying. My head pounds as I hold the cover closer to me, hugging his pillow tighter as the rain clatters down, harsh like pebbles being thrown at a window, and the wind picks up outside, howling as gusts in all directions shake the trees. My ears prick at the sound of a branch scratching repeatedly at the window, the grating sound causes my brows to pinch together as I pull at the heavy covers, dragging them over my ear. The dark room is illuminated briefly by the blinding white of lightning. It allows me to see the dreary grey walls, lighter than the current sky which is a deep, dark never ending pit that allows for nothing to exist, the closet door is slightly ajar. It’s freezing, my teeth chatter, I ball my body up further, shrugging my shoulders till they reach the bottom of my ear and squeeze, tighter than I’ve ever squeezed before on the pillow. Bucky. The name flashes in my mind and more tears slip over my nose onto the pillow, I take a deep breath allowing his scent that still clings to the pillow to hijack my lungs- the smell of a warm bonfire, the leathery smell of his jacket, petrichor, musky magnolia wood and the oil from his motorbike. My thumb caresses the corner of the pillow and the knot in my throat grows painfully tighter, I bite on my lower lip keeping the sob that is trying to escape my chest inside. I let one of my hands drift to the impression of him that remains in my mattress, the outline of his bulky frame. It’s cold, colder than the bitter wind outside. I miss the days when the impression was filled by him, his feverish warmth and his solid, yet soft muscles. I miss the days when I could lean against his chest and hear the steady, strong rhythm of his heart. I miss the days when he’d run his calloused hands over my skin, under the covers, making the shape of stars, hearts or just random squiggles. I miss him so much, his soothing presence.

The room is illuminated again and I see blood on the pillow from my lip. I throw off the weighty covers, my naked body is kissed by the cold and my skin is pinched softly as it is littered with goosebumps. I throw my legs over the side of the bed, the floorboards groaning as I stumble out into the hallway. I cling desperately to the wall, trying my best to walk as a dull ache radiates through my calves and stinging throbs between my legs, sharp pains jab me as I shuffle like a newborn giraffe towards the glowing warm light of my bathroom. I push the door weakly and am faced with the mirror. Surely I am dying. I wish I was already dead, I want to sink to the floor. I glance over to the dead moths on the yellowed, flakey paint of my windowsill. I want to be a moth, I want the simple little life of a moth. I once thought being with him was freedom, but now I can see, true freedom is death and although I look like death, although I feel like death I am not yet dead.

The room is illuminated again and I see blood on the pillow from my lip. I throw off the weighty covers, my naked body is kissed by the cold and my skin is pinched softly as it is littered with goosebumps. I throw my legs over the side of the bed, the floorboards groaning as I stumble out into the hallway. I cling desperately to the wall, trying my best to walk as a dull ache radiates through my calves and stinging throbs between my legs, sharp pains jab me as I shuffle like a newborn giraffe towards the glowing warm light of my bathroom. I push the door weakly and am faced with the mirror. Surely I am dying. I wish I was already dead, I want to sink to the floor. I glance over to the dead moths on the yellowed, flakey paint of my windowsill. I want to be a moth, I want the simple little life of a moth. I once thought being with him was freedom, but now I can see, true freedom is death and although I look like death, although I feel like death I am not yet dead.

I run my shaking fingers over the bruise around my eye socket. Flowers of deep purples and black and sickly yellowish green buds climb along my cheek bone. I flinch away from my own touch “Stupid” I mutter to myself as I turn the handle of the tap, a metallic creak accompanies the sputter and cough of water as it forms a steady stream. I gather it in my cupped hands, relishing in the warmth, as warm as his skin. I crane my neck down and throw it at my face, rubbing at my stinging split lip with my pinky. I grab my face towel and dab my face dry, looking again in the mirror. Bruises, bushes of purple and black. Estranged petals adorn my waist from where he grabbed me harshly and held me down. A shudder runs down my spine as I feel the ghost of his hands digging into me, little bloody half moons accompany the bruises.

The sky hit its drum once again, I fell to my knees. My hands meeting the cold tiles, reddish brown stained the grout. I hadn’t cleaned it yet. I crawled straight to bed as soon as he left. I can hear his animalistic growls echo off the walls, growls as he plunged into me holding my legs open painfully wide, my hips threatening to come out of their sockets. He was like a man possessed, I’d never seen his eyes so dark and stormy before, wide and pregnant with malice ready to rain on me. I could smell the whiskey on him as he leaned down demanding I kissed him, I refused. That’s when he punched me and grabbed my jaw in a crushing grip, forcing me to kiss him— it was more than just whiskey; this time he was hammered— regardless of my sobs and incoherent pleading. I don’t know what I was pleading for. Maybe for him to stop, maybe for him to go harder, maybe for him to be kinder… I don’t know. Stupid brain, stupid idiot. ‘Stupid’ is what he called me. A ‘dumb whore’, a ‘hole to fuck’ as he snapped his hips chasing his release, unbothered if he pleased me or not. He slapped my face, his ring catching on my lip and tearing it open. He yanked my hair brutally from the root, one of his many rings scraping my scalp sending a white hot throb through my nerves. He demanded that I cry harder, the harder I cried the quicker this would go and the harder his dick would get is what he said. He was hard enough, as his thick cock tore through me slick with blood. Bucky had always been a loose cannon, but usually he directed it towards beating up men who owed him money or waging war on rival gangs. But today he wanted to take it out on me, all he wanted was sex but when I didn’t want to; he decided he was bored with me, my wings were ugly and tattered, but he wanted them, he wanted my freedom so he took it. He burnt my wings off. He raped me. He wouldn’t stop. I wish he just killed me with one of his prized knives. My winter soldier, my flame, my demise.

I hugged myself despite the pain, rocking back and forth on the tiled floor. He’s never coming back. I'm gonna die. I'm dying without him. I need him, he burns me so sweetly. Bucky Bucky Bucky. The chant of his name fills my head as I curl up on the floor like an abandoned animal, like the moth on my windowsill. Surely I am dying.

Part 2- Thanatosis

I NEED PART TWO OF THE MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N L/N!

. . . MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N Y/L/N FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT! (part2)

You cackled to yourself after sending the message into your groupchat, quickly returning to the video and beginning to play it again, occasional bursts of giggles slipping through your lips.

Resuming your place in the video—the first clip that began playing was actually from not that long ago at all. It was You, Kat Dennings, Elizabeth Olsen and Zendaya at Taylor Swifts Eras Tour (an experience you would genuinely never forget). Taylor was playing Lover and, in the clip, Kat had your face in one hand and the other wrapped around your waist, bringing you close to her body.

“Lover, can I go where you go—“ Kat sang with Taylor, singing all the lyrics to you and grinning at you, faces inches away from each other. “—Can we always be this close.” She punctuated this lyric with giving you an eskimo kiss.

You smiled sincerely at the memory.

The next clip began up, it was you and Chris Evans doing Playground Insults with BBC Radio 1: the two of you were sat opposite each other, knees touching, Chris was grinning goofily at you, giddy laughs escaping him as you tried to remain straight faced.

“—we’re here with Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N.” The presenters introduced.

“And we’re about to play Playground Insults . . Now Chris and Y/N are sat opposite each other,” the camera cut to you and Chris, him smiling largely and you looking away to contain your own, “the atmosphere is very tense.”

“We’ve done this quite a few times now but im thinking.. this is the biggest movie of the year, let’s make this the biggest playground insults we’ve ever done.”

“Yep.” Chris nodded, trying not to laugh.

“Chris, hun. . you’re ugly. Like, plain ugly.” You nodded seriously, immediately setting off as you feigned a pained wince to the words. “Everyone’s been talking about it. . just, you’re so atrocious to look at. Honestly, I almost feel arse over tits in horror when I saw you.”

Chris opened his mouth to say something but then faltered and pouted, “no matter how good of an actor I am, I could never even get those words out my mouth about you and make them sound genuine. Seriously.”

The third clip started—it was Chris Hemsworth on a carpet, a bold colourful question at the bottom said ‘WHO HAS THE MOST FANS?’. Chris immediately said, “Y/n.” In that deep Australian accent of his. “Not that I blame the people from choosing her to be the people’s queen, she is truly one of a kind. You’ll only ever meet one Y/n in your lifetime, cherish it. The fans have the right idea.”

It changed to Scarlett with the same colourful question at screen and at the same carpet event: “Oh, Yeah. Y/n, one hundred percent.” She chuckled huskily. “That woman has fans upon fans and seriously, I’m one of them. She is something else.” She grinned, winking at the camera.

After Scarlett, Paul Rudd came onto your screen in the very same clip. “Oh! The legend herself, Y/N Y/L/N.” Paul answered brightly, smiling. “The amount of fans she has is unbelievable—well, it’s definitely believable for someone like her, so, not really unbelievable..”

The forth clip began—it was you all playing Family Feud with Jimmy Kimmel, on his live show. Sebastian and RDJ were currently facing off; Jimmy posed the question “what, other than the sun, are some of the hottest things to exist?”

Sebastian got to the buzzer faster than Robert managed to and didn’t even falter or hesitate as he answered straight away, “Y/N Y/L/N.”

The audience immediately screamed laughed and shrieked in delight, RDJ just nodded his head in understanding and appreciation, clapping his hands. Chris Evans, Mark and Anthony on the other side all looked amused but ultimately accepting (Chris was nodding along almost subconsciously). You were on the other team, looking heavenward with a faint exasperated grin and Scarlet wrapped her arm around your waist, Chris Hemsworth smirking at you both.

The fifth clip started up: it was a behind the scenes shot from Endgame, the big final battle. You were currently in the middle of doing your own stunt, green screen behind you and harnesses strapped to you as you dangled at a halfway point in the air. Your arms and hands were positioned in such a way to show your character manipulating her powers—the position also very much enhanced your chest, with the added help of your superhero attire. You looked hot, even you could admit.

The camera mirthfully panned to some of the rest of the cast who all stood aside while you filmed your scene—said cast being Chris Evans, Tom Holland, Gwyneth Paltrow, RDJ, Elizabeth Olsen and Tessa Thompson. All of their eyes were fixated on you, Robert was the only one grinning in amusement (and awe) while all the others stared at you as though you hung the sun yourself.

“Boobies.” Lizzie giggled faintly, her eyes stuck. The rest of the cast watching dumbly nodded while the crew cracked up behind the cameras.

And if you screenshotted their dumbfounded faces looking ip at on screen you. . well that was your business.

The clip changed. It was now Karen Gillan being interviewed on some carpet event, looking genuinely breathtaking. The interviewer was asking, “—obviously, your friend and co-star Y/N Y/L/N has been in lots of iconic movies. . what is your favourite scene of hers in The Wolf of Wall Street?”

Karen paused with a cheeky little smile, giving the interviewer a a jokingly incredulous look. “Come on.” She simply said. “It’s a bloody no brainer, I’m certain it was Leonardo’s favourite scene too. . I hope it is anyway otherwise he’s a silly, silly man.”

At the same carpet event with the same interviewer, Chris Hemsworth was being interviewed—his wife, Elsa, on his arm and looking half ready to battle off any rude interviewers (queen).

“—what is your favourite scene of hers in Ocean’s 8?”

“All of them!” Elsa answered eagerly, grinning. “Her outfits really accentuated her personality and I enjoyed them very much so. Particularly her outfit for the gala. . the amount of accentuated personality, by gosh, it had me speechless.”

Chris turned her head, obviously trying not to laugh at his wife.

“Nunca he estado más celoso y agradecido por la ropa en mi vida.” Elsa hummed.

You blinked.

The clip changed to you, Sebastian, Lizzie, Paul, Jeremy and Jimmy all on his Tonight Show playing Musical Beers. The slightly unnerving music/beat played in the background while you all stalked around the circle, Paul and Jeremy already out—leaving you, Seb, Lizzie and Jimmy.

As you were all racing around the circular table, Lizzie very obviously swatted your ass and you were impressed with your own body as you watched that impact: the audience erupted into laughs and shrieks, Jimmy playfully covering his eyes as Seb smirked. You thought that would be the end of the clip, but no.

The very disco-esk tune briefly cut out and past time you thought that meant it stopped completely and you’d already reached for the red cup in front of you and chugged it’s contents, only to pause as the music began back up.

“Spit it back! Spit it back!”

You did just that—but when the music actually stopped and Seb was left standing in front of the cup with your (let’s not go there) in it, your mouth popped open in shock. Jeremy gladly backed away from the table in hysterics, Lizzie and Jimmy equally as amused.

“Oh my god, I am—“

Sebastian quickly downed the cup with. . those contents, not even looking all that perturbed.

“So sorry.” You finished, mouth agape.

You vaguely remembered a conversation you’d had with him after the show, sincerely and repeatedly apologising and he was just very, very amused with you. He didn’t seem to mind at all—what an odd man.

“It’s all good.” Sebastian chuckled lowly, wrapping the mortified looking past you in a one armed shoulder hug and squeezing you to him. Lizzie seemed to be trying to trade a very obvious eye message with you—the audience shrieked and screamed in the background.

Another clip began: its was you and Scarlett Johansson doing a trust fall thing, you thought (correctly).

“Scarlett I swear. .” You giggled, looking over your shoulder at the woman behind you—she grinned back at you amusedly, her eyes twinkling.

“Calm down.” She laughed herself. “I’ll catch you don’t worry, gorgeous.”

Still slightly overcome with nervous giggles, you turned and let out a breath as you shut your eyes before holding at your arms and falling back.

And catch you she definitely did—although her hands didn’t exactly land in a PG-13 area, you cackled as you watched her hands grope at your chest to pull you up. In the video, you were also wheezing as were the crew and Scarlett had a cheeky little smirk as she laughed.

When you were finally standing, she gave one last squeeze before finally letting go—on screen you was breathless with giggles.

“Always wanted to do that.” She shrugged simply with a large amused smile.

The next clip began—it was Zendaya and Tom Holland on LADBible, playing that how much do you agree or not game. The statement said was ‘Y/N Y/L/N is everyone‘s celebrity crush’.

Instantly, Tom and Zendaya moved their cups to strongly agree, both of them nodding in solid agreement with the statement: presently, you awed at your friends, ego very much boosted. Well. To be fair, all of this video was massively boosting your ego.

“I mean, come on.” Zendaya made a ‘duh’ face and shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s Y/N.” Tom smiled crookedly, adding onto her comment.

“I am so happy I get to now say that she’s one of my closest friends.” Zendaya beamed genuinely. “She’s—one of those people whose beauty isn’t just an external thing, she’s so lovely man.” She pouted, in awe of you.

Watching the video, you beamed back at her.

The clip changed: Mark Ruffalo was on the Graham Norton show, next to Nicki Minaj and an actor you couldn’t place.

“Who would you say your favourite co-star has ever been, Mark?” Graham inquired.

“I—i would probably have to go with Y/N—“ The crowd instantly erupted into cheers and yells and Nicki smiled next to him, stating that she loved you under the sound of cheering. Mark grinned back at her, mumbling ‘me too’.

“Yeah, she’s a hell of an actress, that one. So easy to work with. Funny as f—hell, she’s just—an extremely genuine and kind person, and she really brings the energy on set.” Mark grinned. “..she’s also the only free pass my wife has ever given me. Which I won’t be using! Because I don’t believe in cheating, it’s scummy! Even though she’s gorgeous—anyone would be lucky!” He had to rise to a shout at the end as the audience erupted.

Nicki giggled next to him, “me personally, I would use that pass.”

You gasped in laughter as you watched the screen, screen-recording it all so you could go back and watch it. Saving it to your folder titled PISSING MY PANTS HRLP

The clip changed yet again, showing a scene from the Winter Solider BTS. You and Sebastian were filming a scene where he had to shoot your character—you watched the ‘Winter Solider’ shoot your character multiple times making you go down with an agonised yell, crawling away from him.

As soon as CUT was yelled, Sebastian’s face dropped from his stone cold (wintery) expression and he raced to you, crouching next to you. He practically tugged you into his lap on the floor, holding you.

“Oh my fuck that—that just felt so real, Y/n. You know I would never hurt you right?” He asked, blinking repeatedly before a small smirk fell on his lips. “You’re way too pretty to injure doll. Can’t ruin your perfect face.”

On screen you huffed in mock anger, hiding an amused grin as you shoved at him—he still held you close to him though, so both of you fell backwards and burst into giggles.

You literally thought ‘I ship them’ as you watched the clip of Sebastian and yourself, forgetting that was you for a moment.

Another clip started up—another behind the scenes. It was you and Tom Hiddleston in Thor : Ragnarok. In the scene Loki was tied down to the chair and your character was meant to intimidate him—you watched yourself take out your character’s daggers and lean forward into his space. One leg leaned up on top of the arm of the chair, sliding one dagger just a hair above the skin of his neck while using the over the move his chin up to be angled to you as you mockingly smiled down at him.

You said your line as your character but Tom remained silent, mouth parted and eyes widened as he gazed up at you—speech failing him. (You knew that they actually decided to include this awestruck look in the movie—the amount of fucking edits you’d seen was unreal).

Eyebrows crinkling you nudged your knee into his chest and he snapped out of it, grabbing your knee in a gentle grip. “Sorry darling, words sometimes seem to fail me in your presence.” He muttered rather hoarsely, still staring up at you.

“I don’t fucking blame him.” Tessa Thompson murmured from behind you both, and the camera moved to show her staring at you in a similar awe.

Present time, you could barely hide your smirk. Literally the biggest ego boost. Of all time.

Again, the clip changed and it was now Natalie Portman looking gorgeous on a carpet event, being interviewed—“if you could have Jane explore another romance than Thor, who would it be and why?”

“Y/N!” Natalia enthused immediately. “Well—her character, but like. Both. Either. One for me, one for Jane. That—would be great. And why? Come on! She’s an absolutely beautiful woman, inside and out. She has this outward glow that you literally cannot and don’t want to look away from and that reflects so much in her personality—once you’ve interacted with her one time, you never want to stop. Ever. I’m not kidding.” She giggled.

Another clip started up quickly—a blooper of you and Chris Evans. In this scene, your characters were meant to kiss after an angsty, angry argument. You stormed into the frame, into the bedroom, completely in character—an angry expression on and ready to go at Steve.

Before you could even let out a single syllable to begin your lines, Chris immediately surged forward and took your face in his hands, kissing the living daylights out of you.

You both pulled back after a bit and you just started at him, questioningly (that kiss was probably one of your best ever, let it be known, Chris Evans was a fantastic kisser).

“I—I thought It’d be good for the scene. .” Chris trailed off bashfully, scratching the base of his neck, literally pulling the excuse out of his arse. In actuality, he hadn’t wanted to spare a moment of the scene where he could be kissing you, well, not doing so.

“Bull!” Scarlett exclaimed as she materialised in the doorway. “He just wanted to kiss you.” She told you, pointedly looking at the man.

“Yeah—i—“ He huffed a defeated sigh, pink-cheeked. “I’ve got nothing. She’s right.”

In hindsight, you thought to yourself, you should probably stop being so shocked when the fanbase starts shipping you with your costars.

The clip changed: now it was you, Elizabeth and Aaron on a carpet event together—all being interviewed at the same time.

“So, Y/n, how does it feel to be in a Maximoff twin sandwich right now?” The interviewer giggled happily, smiling.

Before you could open you’re mouth—“we’re really enjoying it.” Lizzie and Aaron replied at the same time.

The interview gaped and you simply rolled your eyes as the two smirked at either side of you, they’d been talking in sync ever since you’d first met them at the table reading.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t why?” Aaron grinned crookedly. “A beautiful, lovely woman in between us. Honestly, love, there’s not a thought in my head besides you.” He joked, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

“I completely support that.” Lizzie chirped in, “ever since I’ve met this gorgeous lady who i now acknowledge as my partner in everything—she’s taken up all of the room in my brain, and I couldn’t be happier.” She giggled, putting her arm around your waist.

In the middle of them both, with an arm over your shoulder and one around your waist—you simply sighed, sparing the giddy interviewer an exaggerated suffering expression.

Again, the clip switched—it was now another blooper of you in the Iron Man movie, the scene where you handed Tony’s arse to him in the boxing ring. Instead of acting as scripted, Gwen Paltrow got up from her seat and strode over to the boxing ring, stepping inside gracefully and planting one right on your lips.

Presently, you giggled as you thought back to this moment. Gwen was your impulsive queen. Your idol.

From the floor, RDJ squawked in shock, exclaiming about being cheated and betrayed and Gwen flung her stiletto off her foot at him without moving from your lips.

When she finally did, she simply smiled at you kindly, “you just looked so good that I couldn’t not kiss you, sweets.” She shrugged and you, on screen, laughed at her as you leaned back in to kiss her cheek.

(Unfortunately the scene was not included in the movie—but Gwen never wasted an opportunity to talk about it, and you, if the chance arose).

The clip moved onto another one—back to the Thor : Ragnarok movie, you and Heimdall were fighting together, however you missed a step in your stunt and ended up stumbling. Idris immediately caught you with a steady arm around your waist, full you to him so you could stabilise yourself.

You smiled up at him thankfully, squeezing his arm in gratitude (totally not because you’d just wanted to feel his bicep).

You watched as your on screen self get distracted again and Idris murmured to Tom who’d now appeared next to him, “I feel like it’s dishonourable how much I want her to fall so I can catch her again now.”

“Mate, trust me,” Tom laughed, “I completely understand. But she doesn’t need the rescuing.”

“That she does not.” Both men smiled fondly as they watched you.

Presently, you were actively refusing to blush.

A different clip started up—Florence Pugh was being interviewed, looking breathtaking in her green dress. “—did you take anything from set?” The interviewer was asking, smiling at Florence.

“Um—not much, just Y/n’s heart.” Florence immediately cracked up at her own joke, smiling widely. “And her underwear too.” She added.

The interviewer opened her mouth to say something more, giggling at Florence as she continued speaking: “and before you ask, no. I wouldn’t be selling, for any price. Finders keepers and all that shite—plus, she’s my girl, so. That rule applies even more so. No one else can take her heart. Or her pants.”

Watching your friend, you giggled at her cheesy smile at her words before getting distracted by your group chat, where multiple of your friends and co-starts had seen your message and were now responding. Your laughter increased tenfold as you opened the thread.

I thought a depressing thought.

Because of Sebastion Stan's cat allergy, does that mean that we can't have Alpine in upcoming MCU movies? I know CGI exists, but I want a real white cat. Our Bucky Barnes needs his emotional support animal like in the comics.

Masterlist

Letter from your comfort character

Tag list

Prompt list

Fate the winx Saga:

Scared and alone (Series)

Betrothed in Alfea (Sky x reader) pt 1

Emotional damage (Sky x reader)

I just want my dad (Series)

Better than he ever could ( sky x reader)

Innocence Meets Trouble- Riven x reader

Marvel:

Don't listen if someone says you aren't good enough (Peter Parker x sister)

Peter???? (Peter parker x sister)

1960s (Steve Rogers x reader)

Marvel Cast:

Nothing hurts more than watching them love another (Cast x Sebastian stan sister)

Hate when secrets are revealed (Avengers cast x teen reader)

Dating Harrison and your brother Tom finds out (Tom Holland x sister)

Birthday girl (marvel cast)

My love, my life (Tom Holland x reader)

One Chicago

I'm more than (halstead brothers x sister)

Scared for her life ( halstead brothers x sister)

1,2,3 ( halstead brothers x sister)

Chicago fire

Caught in the middle ( casey x sister) (mini Series)

Believe me master list (casey x sister)

Set fire to the rain (Kelly x Hermann reader)

Chicago pd

Fear turns to confession (Jay Halstead x reader)

Chicago med

Phone call of terror ( Will Halstead x reader) - coming soon

Peaky Blinders

Innocence taken pt 1

Make it to Christmas (mini series)

Never threaten the Shelby sister pt 1

Sweetheart I love you

Blue bloods

In which inevitable becomes reality (mini series)

Criminal minds

Birthday cake (hotch x daughter reader)

Bridgerton

Diamonds sister pt 1

A sister needs her brother

Supernatural

Aint the life for me - Winchester sister

Hunters wife (Dean Winchester x reader)

Mum I love you ( supernatural cast platonic)

Twisters

Never Enough - Scott x reader

Silent Obsession

Summary; After he became a civilian Bucky's mind, body and soul was trying to adapt to his new life. He swore to himself that he was going to live the rest of his life alone, until he saw her. His distroted mind and broken soul ached to be with her, to be around her all the time. Could he manage it or ruin it for both of them?

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Warnings: Mention of domestic abuse.

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Chapter Five

‘’How was your getaway with Leo?’’ Melanie asked cheerfully, her blond hair smelled like cotton candy, she had a bright smile, she was a college student, even though her family paid for everything she wanted to have a job and she was working just because she was bored, a choice Y/N was never presented to. ‘’It was calm. How was your weekend?’’ she asked to averted the topic from herself, how could she lie and give details when Leo was a no show for 4 days. 4 days of peace for Y/N. Melanie started to tell her everything about the party she went to, the clubs etc. She was living the American college life and it made Y/N happy to see her friend smile and be in the moment, experiencing life to the fullest. Actually, Y/N got accepted to the NYU but couldn’t go due to the financial problems and Leo, she secretly wished she could study one day, maybe once Leo’s debt is paid she could go to NYU… what a dream. ‘’Gosh I need coffee so bad.’’ Melanie got her purse, ‘’Want one?’’ there was a café shop near to the flower shop, ‘’No, thank you.’’ Y/N was changing the water of the flowers that they use to make the bouquets, ‘’I’ll be back in a bit.’’ And she left, but soon the door opened again so Y/N thought that it was Melanie forgetting something so she didn’t look up, however, once she heard a man clearing his throat she looked up, it was him. Standing in his black clothes, his bruises healed,

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‘’Hello.’’ He greeted with a gruff voice and stoic expression, ‘’Hi.’’ She replied with a soft smile, glad to see his bruises healed. ‘’A bouquet of red roses, right?’’ she asked, he only nodded. This time there was a strange electricity between them, or maybe Y/N was going crazy. Bucky hesitated to go in, he waited outside of the flower shop for an hour and once she saw the blonde girl leave it was his cue, his heavy boots dragged him inside and there she was in a simple t-shirt and jeans and yet she looked perfect, her skin pure and soft, she had a focused look on her face as she was changing the vases, adding water, Bucky could watch her for hours but he didn’t want the other girl to interrupt them so he cleared his throat to get her attention, she looked up with those eyes and Bucky approached, the inside as usual smelled fresh and sweet, something he found he could get used to. Ever since he first saw her whenever he saw flowers he remembered her, well… Y/N had made a place for herself in his dark mind already, Bucky didn’t need any reminder to remember her during the day since his mind utterly and completely occupied by this sweet and oblivious woman. She picked up the red roses, getting them ready for the bouquet, ‘’Your bruises healed.’’ She commented and regretted it in the exact second, what was it to her anyway? Why did she care?

 ‘’I had a pretty woman looking after me.’’ Bucky said never leaving his blue eyes on her, his remark made her stop for a split second, she had a smirk on her lips, so he found her pretty… interesting. It was so subtle that if Melanie was there she wouldn’t be able to understand who was the ‘’pretty woman’’, it had been a while since someone called Y/N ‘’pretty’’ and she liked the feeling. ‘’I’m sure she wouldn’t want to see you like that again.’’

‘’Yes, she was clear on that. Very bossy I might add.’’ He replied cockily, his gloved hands on the marble desk by the register, leaning slightly, ‘’Maybe you need a bossy woman in your life. Seems like that’s how you learn things.’’ Y/N couldn’t believe how chatty she was in this moment, after patching him up maybe they had gotten a bit closer, even though she didn’t know his name, age, anything really. Bucky, usually a stoic man had a smile on his face, she saw it when she gave him a quick gaze, it surprised her actually to see him relaxed and with a smile. He looked like a serious man from the outside, if she knew how subservient he could be for her… she would be in shock, Bucky knew, he knew himself and he could already imagine himself on his knees, getting orders from her, doing everything she asked, she didn’t need to even ask for things, he could just sense and make them happen. His azure eyes were intense so she made sure her eyes were focused on the bouquet, Y/N still didn’t have any idea who these roses go to but she was too afraid to ask. Sometimes ignorance was a bliss and she relied on that. ‘’All done.’’ Y/N finished and smiled brightly, proud of her work, she loved creating things. He gave her the money, she gladly accepted and placed it on the cash register, there was a pause on both of their sides, neither of them said anything like; ‘’have a great day’’ or ‘’thank you…’’ soon Bucky cleared his throat, her eyes were like a labyrinth, the hand he was holding the roses squeezed the bouquet before speaking, ‘’Bucky…’’ he found himself revealing his name, he shrugged a shoulder, ‘’I don’t know, thought you might wanna know the name of the guy you patched up.’’ He added nonchalantly, Y/N extended her hand, ‘’Y/N, nice to meet you Bucky.’’ He accepted her soft hand, his large, gloved and calloused hand wrapped her small one, he swore his cold heart was warming up, of course he knew her name, last name, her jobs and home address but her name coming from her meant that she acknowledged him fully. He wasn’t just a random customer anymore, he was someone she knew his name. If it wasn’t for the golden door bells maybe they would’ve stood there, hand in hand but the sound made them pull away, it was Melanie, ‘’I know you didn’t want one but I got you anyways-‘’ she paused when she saw the ‘’Rose Guy’’ he only nodded at Y/N and left without a word, ‘’He is back?!’’ she sounded excited, ‘’I guess he is.’’ Y/N replied shortly, turned her back so that Melanie couldn’t see the expression on her face, ‘’Lucky us!’’ Melanie placed the cups on a near table, she seemed clueless so Y/N exhaled deeply. Was she creating things on her mind or was it plain obvious that he was interested in her? He also found her second job… what a coincidence , she thought and got back to work.

Bucky rode his bike back to his building, the conversation they had was running in his mind, he prayed he didn’t make a fool of himself. Riding his bike gave him a certain peace, feeling the wind and adrenalin was helping him focus on the road and his destination. Once he parked his shiny Harley he marched into the building and climbed up the stairs, gave Mrs. Rodriguez her surprise bouquet of red roses, which wasn’t a surprise anymore since he started this routine with her and every time her brown eyes lit up and it was worth every penny. ‘’Such a gentleman!’’ she gave his cheek a motherly squeeze.

When he got back to his flat he sat on the couch, exhaled deeply and took off his gloves to rub his face, his fear was that one day Y/N learning that he was the Winter Soldier and this could ruin everything. That’s why he didn’t give his name and last name, he only said Bucky, hoping she wouldn’t understand and it looked like she had no idea. He opened his laptop to check up on her social media, on her stories she had shared the flower shop, he sighed, anyone like Bucky could find her so easily and it made him feel more protective of her. Now he also had to protect her from people like him, a former HYDRA assassin being obsessed with a pretty woman wasn’t uncommon. He shut off the laptop and kind of threw it back on the coffee table, ‘’She is careless Alpine.’’ He complained to his cat as Alpine climbed on his lap, ‘’We have to change that.’’

After her job at the flower shop Y/N walked to her second job, the weather was fine, her mind was occupied by the ‘’Rose Guy’’ as Melanie called him. Y/N contemplated on whether or not she should tell Melanie his name but she wanted to hold onto that information. She felt as if it should only belong to her and no one else. ‘’Bucky..’’ as shewalked she whispered his name and instantly covered her mouth with her hand, what was she doing? Whispering another man’s name while she had a boyfriend? She looked around to see if anyone heard her but people were passing her by, occupied by their own lives. She sighed in relief, she felt guilt as she walked inside the store for her night shift, even though Leo was nowhere to be found they were still together, they were still in this relationship.  

Bucky heated some pizza slices in his microwave for dinner and then dressed up in his usual black attire, it was getting late and his secret hobby waited him, what a beautiful hobby. He petted Alpine’s head, ‘’See you soon Alpine.’’ And the cat meowed back at him, he locked his door and walked towards the stairs, he saw a young boy sitting on the top, reading something, it looked like an old book, worn out, the boy was his upstairs neighbor’s kid, his name was Steve, which obviously reminded him of his childhood best friend, the infamous Steve Rogers, aka Captain America. The real Steve was in an elderly care right now, last time Bucky visited him Steve didn’t remember him at first, he had severe dementia, Bucky found himself getting angry at Steve so many times, he choose to get old and die instead of being with Bucky, just like the old days but also knew that nothing was like the old days anymore. They were both changed men who had faced the horrors of life, Steve Rogers just wanted to go down easily, of course Bucky was old, he was 106 but didn’t look like it and his aging process was slower than a normal human but he was also going to age, he just had still so many years ahead and his only hope was to spend those years with Steve, now that he was a healed man but fate had its own webs, separating them. ‘’What’s up Steve?’’ he asked and sat next to him, sighing heavily, once the kid looked up from his book Bucky saw a bruise on his cheek and his blood boiled. ‘’Reading.’’ He said with a shaky voice, his blue eyes were just like his best friend, and then they heard the fight his parents were having upstairs. ‘’You hungry?’’ he had noticed over the months that the parents of him had been neglecting the kid. Bucky sometimes gave him cash or bought him lunch to bring to the school. Steve shook his head as no but Bucky knew he was lying, ‘’I was heading to a store to get Alpine a treat, wanna join me?’’ Steve knew Bucky’s cat and sometimes he let Steve come in and play with her, Bucky also knew how much Steve liked to be on a bike. ‘’I have to ask my parents.’’ He said lowering his head, clearly not wanting to head upstairs to ask since the fight was going on still. ‘’I’ll ask them. Just wait here.’’ He bolted to his feet and climbed upstairs, he knocked on the door and the shouting stopped for a second, the man of the house answered. Bucky and John casually greeted each other on the hallways, John usually stalled him, talking about the latest games etc. ‘’Hey!’’ John put on a smile on his face, Bucky could see his wife standing behind, heaving deeply. ‘’I’m sorry about the shouting man, you know how women are, right?!’’ he was a disgusting man with a beer stained grey shirt and dirty pants. His beard was long and he looked sweating, he had green eyes that reminded Bucky a snake. ‘’I’m heading out to the store and I know how much Steve likes my bike.’’ He began, ‘’If it’s okay I can take him with me while you guys…’’ his eyes found the woman and the environment around her, there was a broken vase on the floor, empty. John wasn’t a guy who would get his wife flowers anyways, ‘’sort things out.’’ He finished, his blue eyes landing on John Smith.

The middle aged man shrugged his shoulders, ‘’Sounds like a plan. Uh..’’ he got closer to him, his breath smelling booze and Bucky had to turn his hands into fists his fingers digging inside his palms to prevent himself punching the guy. ‘’keep him busy will ya?’’ and he winked, he clearly had some plans with his wife after a fight, Bucky only nodded and turned his back, headed back to Steve. ‘’It’s your lucky day kid. Let’s go!’’ it wasn’t easy to be cheerful to a kid whose parents fight and fuck each other all the time, however, Steve’s bright smile made Bucky also smile genuinely.

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Silent Obsession

Summary; After he became a civilian Bucky's mind, body and soul was trying to adapt to his new life. He swore to himself that he was going to live the rest of his life alone, until he saw her. His distroted mind and broken soul ached to be with her, to be around her all the time. Could he manage it or ruin it for both of them?

A/N: Hey! I hope you like the series so far. I'm having fun writing it. Make sure to check out the Spotify playlist. xxx

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Warnings: Stalking!

Chapter Four

James Buchanan Barnes had been staring at his laptop’s screen for God knew how long. Sam made him buy a laptop and he wasn’t using it much since he had a phone, his phone was old but he didn’t care. It worked and that was the most important thing. He was on his couch, laptop on the coffee table, Alpine napping next to him and he was just staring at the screen. He found Y/N’s Instagram account. She didn’t have many pictures but the ones she had were very beautiful. Her smile was contagious and she looked so care free, it made Bucky wonder what happened to that girl? He knew that girl was still in there but he assumed life took a turn and one thing led to another. He wished he didn’t follow her to her apartment because that action gave him the information of her ‘’boyfriend’’ and he had to draw a line here. She belonged to someone else… the thought made his blood boil. What kind of a man would let his woman hustle?! He scoffed in disgust. ‘’I wasn’t planning on dating anyways.’’ He said to Alpine which made the cat purr, Alpine was a very talkative cat, she would respond to his words all the time. His phone rang and he picked it up, it was Sam, telling him that the government needed them on a small mission, it would be nice to kick some people’s asses and let his anger out so he said yes.

‘’I cannot believe the Rose Guy didn’t show up.’’ Melanie whined as they were closing, sweeping the floors and tidying the place up. ‘’Maybe his girlfriend dumped him.’’ She added which made Y/N chuckle, she didn’t tell Melanie that she had a second job and she saw him. For some reason she wanted to keep that information to herself. It had been a week since she saw him anyways. Y/N found herself disappointed when he didn’t come, she waited and had hope till the closing hour but he was a no show and she didn’t know why she was upset. She shrugged her shoulders and continued sweeping, cleaning and organizing kept her mind at peace and it was her escape. Ever since Leo moved in with her she was a cleaning maniac, the skin of her hands got dry and cracked due to the chemicals and they bled sometimes but seeing the clean sinks, surfaces made her feel like she accomplished something.

After they finished their job they said goodbye and parted ways, Y/N really liked Melanie but every time Melanie asked her to hang out outside she had to decline, eating out or even going out for simple coffee was something she didn’t have the luxury of. She kept coming up with lies,

 ‘’I promised Leo.’’

‘’Leo is taking me out tonight.’’

‘’We’re going on a weekend getaway.’’

The truth was that sometimes Leo didn’t even come home for a day or two and she never asked anything. She couldn’t handle the truth and she actively choose to stay in the dark side, mind her own business. With these thoughts she walked to the store she worked at, after learning that she had a second job and it was night shift at a market Leo didn’t say anything, he brushed it off to be exact. It made her angry, she was the one paying the rent and the bills and helping him with his gambling debt. She sighed as she wore her uniform, which was a blue shirt that had her name, she sat on the uncomfortable chair behind the cash register and opened her book. She never allowed herself any luxuries except books and usually got books from the library and she was a regular there but sometimes she wanted to own the book she was reading, a piece of literature in her home so if she liked a book very much she would buy it and add it to her collection at home. It was all she could do and afford, reading. Sometimes cleaning didn’t help with her non-stopping brain. She had few people come in, buying some products and leaving, it was a calm night and she was liking the calm. She would rather stay here than going back home. And she heard the door being opened, her head casually looked up to see the customer and it was him.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw his face being bruised, dark circles under his crystal blue eyes, a swollen lip and a cut on his eyebrow, dark purple bruises here and there. Y/N found herself bolting to her feet, walking towards him with fear in her eyes, ‘’What happened to you?!’’

Bucky had just arrived from the mission, it had been a week, at first it was an easy mission but then it got complicated and he had few bruises, nothing he didn’t experience before and he realized he didn’t have any first aid kit in his bathroom so he got on his bike, he rode to her second job, just to see her after a week but if he had known that she would be this worried he wouldn’t have walked inside at all. When he walked inside her pretty eyes found Bucky and in those eyes he saw the primal fear, fear for someone she didn’t even know, an undeserving person…  He was a super solider which was something she didn’t know and his wounds healed more quicker than a normal human being but it wasn’t instant so he needed medicine etc. Bucky froze when she stood up and rush to him, being this close, there was a significant height difference so she had to look up at him, he found it adorable and liked it very much. ‘’Uh..’’ he felt his mouth open but couldn’t speak, he closed his mouth and it hurt a bit due to the bruise, ‘’Just.. got into a fight.’’ It wasn’t a lie, he was beating the shit out of bad men and they jumped on him. Ever since Wakanda he never killed an enemy, his move was to get their weapons and neutralized them. He wasn’t a killing machine anymore and he wanted to show that. ‘’Come.’’ She said and Bucky followed her immediately, like a trained dog. Y/N took him to the back, there was a storage place, ‘’Sit.’’ She said with authority that it made Bucky sit in a second. He was a solider after all and he was prone to follow rules. Y/N brought a small first aid kit, pulled a chair to sit in front of him, she placed the kit on her lap. Y/N was used to cleaning up bruises so her hands worked like magic, the only sound was the freezer working, the white florescent lights made the storage place look like an interrogation room but Bucky felt somewhat normal. He usually let no one touch him and this girl was patching him up. She cleaned the small cuts and open slits with antiseptic and then rubbed some ointment, she was surprised to see him sit like a statue, unmoving. Lastly she placed a band aid on the cut on his cheek, it was deeper than the other cuts. ‘’Change the band aid every day.’’ She said and stood up, ‘’You need first aid kit at home so I’ll give you one,’’ she closed the kit and handed it to him, ‘’just this once. Don’t get into trouble again.’’ This was the first time she was talking to him as a normal person than their usual customer and employee dynamic. He also got up, ‘’Thank you.’’ He managed to say, he wasn’t use to people just helping him or being nice for the sake of kindness and humanity other than Mr. Nakajima and Mrs. Rodriguez and the pain in Bucky’s butt Sam Wilson.  Bucky was used to being treated like an object to serve the needs of bad people. He just stood there, one hand in his pocket, the other holding the kit, he was dressed in black, black pants and boots, black hoodie, leather gloves. She was also standing there, her pretty eyes looking around than him, ‘’I..’’ she began, ‘’I should get back to work.’’ She said and head to the door, Bucky followed in silence. He could feel the pull between them, wherever she went he would follow and he liked it, as he walked behind her in the store he knew that he wasn’t going to stop. He was going to see her, follow her, be her shadow and he was fine with it. A protective shadow who would o anything and everything for her.

She walked behind the cash register, ‘’I want to pay for the kit.’’ Bucky said, he didn’t want to put her in any bad situation, ‘’No, It’s on me.’’ She said calmly, she felt safe and could be more rational now that there was a space between them, his outfit, the way he held himself and his bruises made him look so virile that she had forgotten a man could look and have that energy. He sighed, ‘’Alright.’’ And then there was a pause between them, ‘’I should go.’’ Bucky announced, he raised the hand he was holding the kit, ‘’Thanks again.’’ His ocean eyes couldn’t stop staring, ‘’Next time you’re buying it so don’t fight.’’ She found herself being bold, deep down Y/N didn’t want him to fight and get hurt, he had a pretty face and she wanted it to stay like that. ‘’Yes ma’am!’’ Bucky said respectfully, if it meant that getting into trouble and getting few bruises would make her open up to him then he was planning to hire some men to beat him so that he could come back to her with an excuse. Y/N chuckled at his response, ‘’Good night.’’ She said as he was walking out, ‘’Night.’’ He replied and left the store.

Bucky walked to the empty alley he parked his bike and leaned on it, after their small interaction he wasn’t going to go home, home could wait. He was going to wait like he did last time, make sure she got home safe and then he was going to get back to Alpine and rest. He observed the small kit, she just touched that and now he was holding it, in his large hands, he could feel his cold heart beat faster, this was the first object that Y/N had touched and he got to keep it to himself. His distorted and dark mind wanted more but he calmed himself, they had plenty of time for that.

When her shift ended Bucky had been waiting in the dark alley for hours but his body didn’t feel any exhaustion, not when it come to her anyways. He got onto his bike and kept a safe distance, he made sure to wear his helmet, he didn’t want her to see him and be scared of him. She looked so fragile, helpless, and vulnerable and so.. so perfect.

Once she reached her building Bucky exhaled deeply, she was at home, he could go back to his.

Y/N opened the door slowly, it was locked which meant she didn’t have to be silent, on edge.. he wasn’t at home. She walked inside, closed the door behind her and leaned on it, exhaled deeply. She didn’t know when Leo would come back and honestly she didn’t care much. Her weary mind was reliving what happened on her late night shift, after not seeing the Rose Guy for a week he showed all bruised, from the beginning he looked like he had a dangerous life but she never thought she would see him like this. He was a scary man but the way he obeyed her tonight surprised her, she said follow he followed, she said sit and he sat… Y/N was so tired that she slowly sat on the floor, she couldn’t stop thinking of him, how he was calm, how his blue eyes looked at her.

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Silent Obsession

Summary; After he became a civilian Bucky's mind, body and soul was trying to adapt to his new life. He swore to himself that he was going to live the rest of his life alone, until he saw her. His distroted mind and broken soul ached to be with her, to be around her all the time. Could he manage it or ruin it for both of them?

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Words: 2.387K

Warnings: Stalking, mention of abuse (slight)

Chapter Three

Bucky was as if someone hammered him on the spot where he left his bike before he walked into the store, it was open for 24/7 so she must be on the night shift, was this her daily routine? During the day she was at the flower shop and at night she was at the store, his dark mind was going to places he couldn’t hinder, ‘’Was she sent by the HYDRA?’’ this couldn’t be a coincidence or was it just fate?

The world was getting smaller and smaller these days, as his mind was screaming at him his body was like a marble statue, unmoving. He was leaning on his bike, the treat he got for Alpine in his leather jacket’s pocket. ‘’Why does she have two jobs?’’ he asked himself, was she paying a debt or she had mouths to feed back at home? He could understand that because he was the eldest of 4 siblings, he had to quit school and start working, his father George Barnes had died and he became the man of the house real quick and then he enlisted in the army when the war broke out. ‘’Was she married? No, too young, plus no wedding ring.’’ As he dwelled on these thoughts he watched people go in, buy things and leave the store. From where he was he could see her standing, smiling at every customer, ‘’Does she have to smile to everyone?’’ a whisper behind his ear, ‘’James! Get a grip, she is no one to you, get back home!’’ another whisper. The next thing he knew he stood there, leaning on his bike till dawn, watching her greeting morning worker and giving him the uniform and then leaving with weary shoulders. Her hands in her jacket’s pockets, her brown bag tucked on her shoulder, she was walking, Bucky’s feet started to move, stealth in his steps, his feet had its own mind apparently. She was across him on the other sidewalk so she didn’t notice a thing, one could hear people waking up and the city becoming alive once again with the first lights of the day. Buses were on duty, people were heading to their jobs, life as normal as it could get. She was a strange creature to him, so calm mannered and focused on her jobs, Bucky could sense that she was a hard-working woman and he liked it but also detest it at the same time. She deserved to lay back and take it easy but she must be in a situation where she had to hustle, Bucky bet that she had side hustles as well.  She wasn’t taking any buses or heading to the subway, she was determined to walk back home and so was Bucky. He wanted to see her building, was it a safe place? As they walked the streets he could see that it wasn’t safe, he hated that. He hated that she wasn’t in a safe environment, he hated that she didn’t have someone to look after her. She reached to a building after 20 minutes of non-stop walking, on their separate walks Bucky noticed few things, how she never looked at any shop windows or street food carts, she must be starving but her head was low, was she ignoring the delicious smells or shiny objects on purpose so that she wouldn’t have to buy or dare to want. Bucky knew how scary to dare to want something because it meant hope, and hope was a dangerous thing . Without even looking around her she walked inside through the brown doors of the building, it was similar to Bucky’s building but shabbier, he waited outside for two minutes and then walked in behind her. He was just going to check her mailbox or maybe find out which floor and door belonged to her, was it crazy? He didn’t answer that question and it hung in his mind, screaming at him.

The inside mailboxes were on the wall, just like any other apartment complex, he found her name and

‘’Y/N Y/L/N’’

Her mailbox was empty, he figured that she must be doing everything online and no one sends letters these days other than important governmental forms. He sighed, he wondered which floor and the door was hers, the elevator was out of order so if it was at the top she must be climbing the stairs still, Bucky stopped before the stairs which were covered with a dirty carpet, one couldn’t tell the color anymore. He sighed again and started to climb the stairs, the building had 5 floors, he quickly climbed the stairs, as he reached the 4th floor he heard and saw a door closing, was it hers? His heart was beating wild, what would have happened if she were to just take the trash out and saw him standing there? He slowly approached the door and saw the number, it was 8.

He wasn’t sure if it belonged to her and he was about to leave and he heard sounds, ‘’Where were you?’’ a man said with a gruff voice, he heard some glasses being moved on the floor, ‘’I was at the night shift.’’ And it was her soft voice but this time she sounded more cautious and alert. ‘’You should’ve told me that you got a second job Y/N!’’ the man said clearly unhappy and he sounded young, couldn’t be her father for sure. His hands were in fists, ‘’I’m going to make breakfast.’’ She replied, and then no sound followed. She must be in a relationship and living together in a shitty apartment. His ears were ringing and he  could feel his blood boiling, Bucky waltzed out of that building, not looking back, if he looked back he knew that he would break down the door and ask why was her wrist bruised.

Y/N’s hands were shaking as she made breakfast, bacon and eggs for Leo and cereals for her, she didn’t have appetite lately. She made coffee and poured orange juice as well for him, he was in the shower, as she looked around she saw empty beer bottles on the small living room, he was invading her space for sure. She picked up the empty bottles and threw them in trash, opened the curtains and windows for fresh air to come and cleans her space, ‘’When did we turn into this?’’ she asked herself, a drunk gambler and his bread winner girlfriend. Leo was in debt and it was a lot, in order to hide he came to live with her but she was telling Melanie that Leo was in love with her and moved in with her. What was she suppose to say? That their love died years ago and she was the only escape he could use? She wasn’t exactly getting young and Leo was the only one she had for years…. She sighed in grief of their deceased love and got back to the kitchen which was connected to the living room, it was a small one bedroom apartment. She was almost finished with her cereal when he came out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, he was handsome still with his blonde hair and beard, she used to get butterflies seeing him, she used to forget to breath when she saw him and now all she could think about was the bruise on her wrist. Leo wasn’t like this before, they met in high school, he was the bad boy and she was the nice girl, everyone wondered why Leo was with her, she was getting good grades, respectable young girl… when her parents died Leo was the one who helped her, so she never forgot that, during hard times he was with her but now… things have changed completely. ‘’Huh?’’ Leo’s voice brought back to the reality of her situation, ‘’Nothing, I just zoned out.’’ She replied and smiled but it was a dead one. Leo was too occupied with his bacon and eggs to notice it.

On the other hand, Bucky didn’t remember how he walked back to his bike and rode back home. The ringing in his ear didn’t stop till he reached home and picked up Alpine to calm himself, in chaotic situations or if he ever got triggered he would always pet Alpine, her purring calmed him all the time. ‘’Here Alpine.’’ He said as he got the treat out of his jacket’s pocket and opened the metal can with one quick move, Alpine happily ate the treat and Bucky watched her. ‘’Fuck..’’ he sighed, ‘’She has someone Alpine.’’ He spoke to his cat as usual. ‘’I should stop, shouldn’t I?’’ the cat was eating her delicious treat so he was left with his thoughts on his couch, covered in white fur. He huffed and laid his head back, closed his azure eyes but that didn’t help, he saw Y/N, her smile, her pure face, it was just too much and the fact that he didn’t get any sleep made him feel uneasy, he never slept too much but he needed at least 4-5 hours of it to function properly. Bucky got up, took of his jacket and threw it on the wooden floor and laid on his couch, his flesh arm covering his eyes he tried to get some sleep.

Y/N took a shower, didn’t forget to lock the door. She didn’t want to be disturbed and she knew Leo, no respect for privacy. His presence made her take a quick shower, she used to love getting a shower for a long time but now her body kept rushing her, after shower she wore the clothes she brought in the bathroom, an oversized shirt, baggy shorts, she brushed her hair and dried it. She didn’t have much skincare routine because the products were expensive and she didn’t have a budget to spare right now.. or ever. As she looked at her blurry reflection on the steamed bathroom mirror her mind went back to last night when she saw him. The ‘’Rose Guy’’ it was a nickname Melanie came up with, she chuckled and closed her mouth with her hand immediately, why did she chuckled? ‘’What a coincidence.’’ She said and applied her one and only moisturizer on her face. She wasn’t being honest with herself, ever since she saw him she kept thinking about him, the dark haired and blue eyed stranger looked fascinating to her. He wasn’t a talker unlike her other customers who loved to make small talk with her or Melanie, they loved to tell who were they buying the flowers for or what was the occasion etc. but not him. Something in her hoped to see him again next Monday for roses, when her mind wandered to a place where she was questioning who was the roses for she stopped herself and  got out of the shower, she wanted to sleep before going to the flower shop. Juggling two jobs wasn’t easy and it took a tool on her.

Bucky on the other hand slept for about 2-3 hours and then lifted himself from his couch, Alpine was on the coffee table, watching him, ‘’Hey.’’ He greeted with a rough voice, petted her head and got up, he hit the shower, a quick one and then got dressed, he got his dirty clothes and headed downstairs of the building where the washing machines kept, as he was doing laundry he read a book, he had so many books to catch up and he was reading the Hunger Games, he promised Sam to read the books first and then watch the movies. He was halfway through it and he enjoyed it very much, a messed up society where tributes have to fight to death to win a prize, it sounded very interesting to him. As he was reading he imagined Katniss as Y/N, they were both strong women who have to be tough and get by. He huffed and placed the book aside when his laundry was clean and dry, he got his clothes back and headed upstairs. On his way he saw Mr. Nakajima, ‘’James! Lunch?’’ the old man asked, ‘’Sure Mr. Nakajima, let me put these and I’ll meet you there.’’ The old man nodded and reached for the elevator, he remembered the time where he first met, the elevator wasn’t working and no one was doing nothing about it so he took the liberty and fixed it himself. He was handy with anything, of course he didn’t tell anyone that he fixed it himself and over the months when the washing machines made a problem he tended them, the only good thing came out of HYDRA was his knowledge of fixing things and it came in handy these days.

As he got dressed he headed out, to meet with Mr. Nakajima and eat lunch at their favorite Japanese place which he visited yesterday. Leah was there, talking to him and he entered the place. ‘’Here is your buddy.’’ She announced which made the old man look over his shoulder, ‘’Great! I’m starving.’’ The man said and Bucky sat next to him. They didn’t have to order because Leah knew their classic lunch order so they decided to catch up and the topic came to Bucky being alone. ‘’You should be with someone,’’ Mr. Nakajima said, ‘’Everyone needs someone James.’’ Bucky knew the old man had no ill intentions and just saying this opinions and he was right, the problem was to trust and let your guard down and that wasn’t something he could imagine himself doing and the fact that he was the Winter Soldier and committed number of violent crimes including Mr. Nakajima’s son’s death.. Bucky was intent on being single. He didn’t want anyone to crumble under the burden of his petrifying past. ‘’Don’t you find anyone attractive, boy?!’’ Mr. Nakajima protested and Bucky’s weary head immediately pulled up an image of her, Y/N…

‘’What if I do?’’ he found himself asking which made the old man smile, ‘’Who? Is it Leah?’’ he was excited, one could see. Bucky shook his head as no because Leah just brought their lunch and left with a smile. ‘’Then who?’’

‘’You don’t know her.. to be honest neither do I…’’

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Chapter Four

Bucky Barnes Fanfiction!

Silent Obsession:

Summary; After he became a civilian Bucky's mind, body and soul was trying to adapt to his new life. He swore to himself that he was going to live the rest of his life alone, until he saw her. His distroted mind and broken soul ached to be with her, to be around her all the time. Could he manage it or ruin it for both of them?

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Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four

Silent Obsession

Summary; After he became a civilian Bucky's mind, body and soul was trying to adapt to his new life. He swore to himself that he was going to live the rest of his life alone, until he saw her. His distroted mind and broken soul ached to be with her, to be around her all the time. Could he manage it or ruin it for both of them?

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Warnings: Dark Romance. Stalking.

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Chapter Two

It had been a week since the game night, Sam had mentioned a mission coming up, it wasn’t soon but Sam didn’t have to hear him say yes, he was always ready for a mission.  A mission was an only thing that made Bucky comfortable, he had been so use to being a soldier and a killing machine that it made his mind calm and relaxed, he liked planning and following the plan, getting the bad guys behind bars or under the ground was something he knew how to do, getting a new life? That was something else. He had woken up in cold sweat, on the floor of his living room, he had a thin blanket on him, covering his bare chest and he could feel his dog tags stuck to his wet chest, he was hyper-aware of the sweat, the dog tags, his navy blue shorts and the blanket on him, he sat breathing heavily.

He woke up before his alarm which was set to 6 am. It was 5.38 in the morning, the nightmare felt too real, as if he were there pulling the trigger. He huffed and got to his feet, he marched to his bathroom to start the day a bit early. As he took a shower with warm water his mind drifted to the girl he had seen a week ago. Was she also getting ready for work or was it a day off? His mind already making a plan to ride the bike near her workplace, maybe Mrs. Rodriguez needed groceries and he could pick them up, on his way he could also take a tour around a certain flower shop. He left the shower, dried himself with a towel and walked to the bedroom to get dressed. He wore a dark grey hoddie, black pants, boots and leather jacket with leather gloves. Alpine was content, not moving a muscle on the couch, he put some cat food and water in her bowls and got his house and bike keys from the kitchen counter, ‘’See you later Alpine.’’ He said and rubbed her head before he left his apartment. He first knocked on Mr. Nakajima’s door, they were on the same floor, ‘’I’m coming!’’

he heard the old man’s yell, he was moving slow due to his age. Mr. Nakajima answered the door with a grumpy look as usual, ‘’Hey Mr. Nakajima, I’m heading out do you need anything that I can get you?’’ every time Bucky saw the old guy he felt this sour feeling in his stomach, the sour feeling of regret and punishment. Bucky was punishing himself, in his mind he murdered Mr. Nakajima’s innocent son and Bucky had to pay the price, to him it didn’t matter if he was a brainwashed solider at the time. ‘’No, thank you but do ask Mrs. Rodriguez.’’ He was a simple man with few words, didn’t like to talk too much and always straight to the point, Bucky saw himself in him. ‘’Will do. Have a great day.’’ And the door shut to his face.

He used the stairs as usual and reached Mrs. Rodriguez’s door and knocked softly, soon the old lady answered, ‘’James!’’ her brown eyes got  brighter with seeing him, ‘’Such a handsome face to start my day.’’ She added and Bucky smirked, ‘’I have some errands to run, do you need anything from outside?’’ The old lady smiled kindly, ‘’Ah, you’re a life saver James. I need eggs and flour. Here let me get my purse.’’ But Bucky stopped her, ‘’Please Mrs. Rodriguez, I’ll get back with those soon. You always share what you bake so let me.’’ He raised his gloved hands in protest, he learned from his ma that he should be a gentleman and help women all the time. ‘’Dear James! You’re such a sweet boy, not many left like you these days.’’ She looked sentimental, maybe she remembered the times where men were real men. ‘’See ya later.’’ Bucky said and headed to the stairs again to leave the building. He didn’t have any errands to run, he just needed and excuse, an excuse so that he could justify his actions to his rational side of his brain. He got onto his bike, these past 7 days all he could think about was her. Her kind smile, skillful hands, soft demeanor, she represented everything he wasn’t and that draw his attention, on his bike he tried to focus on the road, his first stop was the market, he got some flour and eggs and then he left the market, few blocks down was the Floral Fantasia, his main goal. In his one hand he was carrying the bag and marching the pavement like a soldier in his heavy boots. A man on a mission. As he saw the place his heart started to beat faster than normal, the shop was open, it was 2 pm, the city was busy per usual. Cars and bikes were passing by, life was flowing for everyone around him. A kid passed, probably 7 or 8 years old, holding his mother’s hand and in his other hand he had candy, they stopped at the lights, the kid looked up to Bucky, his green eyes went wide, Bucky knew the kid recognized him. He was wearing a Captain America t-shirt of course he knew who was the Cap’s childhood best friend. Even though Bucky’s hair was short and he covered his metal arm at all times his face was the same, he had to leave before the kid made a scene but something happened that he couldn’t understand. The kid with green eyes smiled at him ear to ear and then his mother urged him to walk. He froze for a second, didn’t know what to do and then he saw the green light so he walked. His feet took him to the shop like a trained memory even though he had been here once. Carefully he pushed the door and walked in, the bell rang as he got inside, the same fresh smell hit his nose and his distorted and dark mind associated the sweet scent with her. This time she wasn’t at the back, she was at the front, behind the cash register and her head lifted as soon as she heard the door being opened and that damn beautiful smile, deep down he knew that she had to smile like this to everyone who came in and it didn’t sit right with him. She was wearing blue jeans, a bit baggy, maybe she had lost some weight but

didn’t buy a new pair, and she had a white tank top and a blue shirt on top, her golden name tag on her left side, Y/N… what a name, a certain feeling of possessiveness washed over him, he wanted no one but himself to say her name. His eyes wandered on her chest and up her face. ‘’Hello Sir, how may I help you?’’ she asked with that soft voice, he approached, he placed the bag he was carrying on the white counter and he leaned on it with his two hands, towering over her, with broad shoulders,  ‘’I would like to have a bouquet of red roses please.’’ He said with a flat tone but his eyes weren’t flat at all. His ocean eyes found her Y/E/C eyes and dared her to look at him directly. The other girl was watching the scene unfold and didn’t make a sound. ‘’Of course.’’ She nodded and Bucky noticed the pink dust on her cheeks, his eyes followed her every move. She got the roses and everything she needed to make that bouquet, Y/N noticed the flour and eggs inside the bag, ‘’Do you bake?’’ she asked out of curiosity, he didn’t look the type, with her question he paused, observing her first, was she interested? Maybe or maybe not. Her hair falling from her shoulders and covering the side of her face, he wanted to reach and tuck a strand behind her ear and he had to struggle with himself to not do it. ‘’No.’’ he said and then the stillness followed, she looked up for a second to meet his gaze and when he didn’t continue explaining she lowered her head to do her job, he felt bad, very very bad. ‘’Uh- a neighbor of mine does. She needed the ingredients.’’ He shortly explained and it made her look at him again, if it meant that him talking would make her look at him, Bucky would never shut up, even though that wasn’t characteristic of him at all. ‘’How kind of you to get her groceries.’’ She commented and for once in years Bucky blushed, he lowered his head, he didn’t know what to do with that strange heat in his cheeks. He bit his bottom lip in desperation. ‘’Please praise me more..’’ his mind begged in silence, even though this was the second time he saw her, Bucky knew he was getting hooked but in silent obsession.  

‘’All done.’’ She announced later, till then he noticed he watched her like a predator and to their audience it must have been a good show. ‘’That’ll be 40 dollars.’’

Bucky reached to his wallet inside his leather jacket, got 40 USA dollars and extended to her with his non metal hand again, just to feel that tiny touch through his gloved hand. A sudden rush of worry washed his entire body when he saw a red hand mark on her delicate wrist, and then rage followed. His blue eyes looked at the bruise and then up at her pretty eyes, she realized what was happening and quickly got the money and placed it on the cash register. ‘’Have a great day Sir.’’ She said with a quick breath, ‘’Thank you. You too.’’ He said slowly as his mind was contemplating on what to do. He got the roses and his bag and then unwillingly left the flower shop.

Why did she have a bruise on her wrist?

Why did she look apologetic as if it was her fault?

Did she fell or…

He didn’t want to think further, he placed the things on his bike’s small compartment and got onto the bike, the Harley’s engine was heard by the girls inside the flower shop and he rode the bike, not knowing a pair of pretty eyes watching from the window of the shop. On his way back home his mind didn’t give him a rest, he exhaled deeply as he parked his Harley and got his things, with a stern look he got inside the building, climbed up the stairs to Mrs. Rodriguez’s door and knocked. The woman was surprised again, she didn’t expect Bucky to give her another bouquet of red roses but she was happy, thanked him so many times and promised to keep baking for him. Her presence gave him comfort and he liked that. Later he climbed up to his place and unlocked the door, Alpine greeted him with meows and rubbing herself on his legs, he closed his door behind him and locked it. ‘’Hey baby girl.’’ He greeted, he was grateful that he had Alpine, she was the one who kept him alive and gave him a reason to wake up every morning and recently there was another reason to wake up from his nightmares... as Bucky remembered her he remembered the mark on her wrist. He flung himself on the couch which was covered in Alpine’s white fur but he didn’t mind.

‘’Come here sweet girl.’’ And Alpine jumped on his lap, he removed his gloves and started petting her, she was purring and he loved the sound of that. ‘’It’s stupid.’’ He found himself taking to his non verbal cat, ‘’Why do I even care? She is no one to me..’’ he was rather chatty today. Alpine was rubbing herself and body on his palm and meowing softly as if she was trying to give her ideas, he chuckled, ‘’I’m going insane aren’t I Alpine?’’ He got up and looked at his silver watch on his wrist that was non vibranium. It was 6 pm, he was hungry and decided to eat outside. There was a small Japanese place nearby, a place he usually went with Mr. Nakajima but tonight he wanted to go alone and eat some sushi, maybe a bowl of ramen. He liked Asian food and even though that place was small it was the best. He never trusted big restaurant chains because the food was mediocre in those places, however in small business, especially a family restaurant had the most tastiest dishes. ‘’Alright alright, I’ll get you something extra!’’ he protested to Alpine who was protesting as he left his flat.

The place was crowded and it was easy to blend in the crowd, a trick from his Winter Soldier times. It was a rather dark place with small dark brown tables and a bar place, one could see the chef making the dishes behind the bar, the delicious smell of soy sauce made his stomach growl, he sat behind. It was an old style restaurant where they had a menu book and order, he liked it very much. He decided to order a plate of sushi and a beer so he raised his hand, the waitress and she was also the bartender Leah came to get his order, they got used to each other, he was a regular customer here. ‘’Where is your pal?’’ she asked smiling, ‘’Oh, he was tired so you have me.’’ He replied and gave is order, ‘’Thank you.’’ Didn’t forget to thank her, the service workers were the backbone of this country and he was careful to treat them with respect.

He could hear half Japanese and half English words from the customers, most were also regular, he could speak Japanese thanks to his training under HYDRA he could speak so many languages. They were talking about mundane life problems, how they’re paying their mortgage, their kids and wives, the restaurant had mostly male customers so topics were sports, their wives and kids and their debts. He felt an outsider every time he heard the conversations, he never had a wife to complain about, hell he didn’t even have a proper long term relationship, yes he was popular among the ladies back then but mostly short term and then the war happened, the rest was history. Now he was 106, didn’t look like it but felt like it in his every fiber. His order came as he was thinking about his life and having a crisis, he thanked again to Leah. ‘’Let me know if you need anything else.’’ He nodded and she walked away. As he took his first bite he imagined Y/N sitting before her, eating together, it was such a simple daydream but felt so far away and out of reach.. he shook his head and focus on his plate.

It was maybe around 9 pm when he left the restaurant, he had few beers and talked to couple of guys, ‘’Damn, I forgot!’’ he talked to himself, he promised Alpine to get her a treat so he hopped on his bike and rode to nearest convenient store.

He walked inside the store, no one was around, it was getting late. He walked the aisles and found a treat for Alpine and marched to the front to pay and he dropped the can. It was her, now she had a blue uniform, a name tag again and she also froze when she saw him but she was the one who quickly shook her head and smiled, ‘’How may I help you?’’ said looking up at him, Bucky picked up the metal can and placed it on the counter, she scanned it, ‘’That’ll be 5 dollars.’’ She replied, his mind was hazy. He gave the 5 dollar bill, ‘’Thank you. Have a great night.’’ She smile and said, but he could see the realization in her pretty eyes. ‘’Thank you.’’ He managed to say and left in hurry.

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Chapter Three

Silent Obsession

Summary; After he became a civilian Bucky's mind, body and soul was trying to adapt to his new life. He swore to himself that he was going to live the rest of his life alone, until he saw her. His distroted mind and broken soul ached to be with her, to be around her all the time. Could he manage it or ruin it for both of them?

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Warnings: Dark Romance. Stalking.

Words: 3013K

Chapter One

‘’You’re alone.’’ His therapist said in a calm manner but Bucky knew she was frustrated with him. ‘’You’re 100 years old, you have no history, no family-‘’ he had to cut her off, ‘’Are you lashing out on me Doc? Because that’s really unprofessional.’’ It wasn’t a nice session to say the least. He was a civilian now and he had to get therapy once a month, at first it was every week and it was horrible. He never believed in shrinks, maybe that was his old fashioned side talking  but in Wakanda, he was making progress. Sometimes he would just sit in his small flat and imagine that he was in Wakanda again, in his small hut, surrounded by divine nature and animals… how he missed that place. Bucky observed his Doc, she was in her middle ages, married and had two children, one could see the photos on her glass desk, she always had a plain shirt and plazzo pants, her hair tied back. Thanks to his training she could deduce human behavior so meticulously perfect that he didn’t even need to talk to them to get to know them. He would just know. ‘’Your homework,’’ she began, obviously fed up with him not being so cooperative, ‘’Stop ignoring Sam Wilson’s calls and start making new friends. I know you’re not gonna but-‘’ she sighed, looking at his stoic expression, ‘’go on a small date.’’ With her last sentence he scuffed and rolled his blue eyes, that was out of the question for him. How could someone trust him and how could he trust someone?!

‘’At least call Sam back.’’ She pleaded.  The session was over, he got up from his seat, ‘’Will do.’’ He gave her a soldier salute and then waltzed out of her office, as he was about to close the door with his high senses he could hear the woman sigh and write on her notes. The soft sound of pen making contact with paper filled his already buzzing mind. He marched the halls of the building, he noticed the way people who work here avoiding making eye contact, moving out of his way. He knew the effect he had on people, they were afraid of him, as they should be because he didn’t even trust himself, he was healed in Wakanda, thanks to the community there especially Wakanda’s highly trained Dora Milaje but he was in fear that one day he was going to snap and become the Winter Soldier again. Of course his therapist didn’t know this fear of his, he wasn’t good at opening up, giving details.

Today he was off, didn’t have anything to do so his plan was to go the pub near his home and drink, maybe see Mr. Nakajima, Bucky was living in an apartment complex with his neighbors but he was only talking to Mr. Nakajima and Mrs. Rodriguez.

The reason why he was helping Mr. Nakajima was that when he was the Winter Soldier he had killed his son, he was trying to make amends and this was his way of saying sorry. He was helping him and keeping him company. Mrs. Rodriguez on the other hand was just a sweet old lady who would bake for him and Bucky would take out her trash and help her carry the groceries. As he was marching to his Harley he thought about Doc’s words, ‘’You are alone…’’ no, he wasn’t. Even though his friends were old he still had some people around him… maybe he should return Sam’s calls.

On his bike he had an idea, he was stopping at the red light, Mrs. Rodriguez once mentioned that her husband, until his last day he would get her a bouquet of red roses every week. Bucky wanted to surprise the old lady who was like a mom to him at this point, (even though he was actually older than her) it would be a nice surprise. The city was crowded as usual, he loved to watch people, most of them were in hurry. Hurrying to pick up their kids from school, getting groceries, trying to run to their appointments… life was normal for them but for James Buchanan Barnes Jr. life had never been normal. Even back in the 40s he was protecting his ma from his dad, he was hustling jobs before he became a soldier. It was never easy for him and it wasn’t going to be, he had made peace with that but sometimes, especially late at night as he laid on the floor of his small living room his mind dared to dream. A nice home, lights are on, soft music playing at the background and a woman greeting him as he enters their home… In those split seconds he would stop himself as soon as he realizes that he was dreaming something that could never happen. He didn’t see himself worthy of that kind of life.

He parked his bike on the empty ally and looked around, there was a flower shop across the street so he walked up to the shop. His boots heavy on the pavement, he had his black hoodie and his black leather jacket on top with black jeans and boots, he never forgot his leather gloves, he didn’t like people seeing his metal arm. He didn’t want to be recognized as the Winter Soldier, he was just Bucky.

The tall glass showed the inside, it looked like a cozy place, the door of the place was dark green, there was a writing on the tall glass it said ‘’Floral Fantasia’’  as he opened the door he could hear the golden bell that was attached to the door, the floors were dark wood, one could see the various types of flowers in large vases. The strong scent of freshness filled his nostrils, he had never smelt that many flowers in one place before, there was a young girl behind one of the counters and she was busy with decorating a vase, ‘’Hello Sir.’’ She smiled, Bucky didn’t return the smile, he was still standing, the door behind him. ‘’Y/N!’’ the young girl called, apparently she was busy to take his order. She smiled apologetically again, her blue eyes ran up and down on him, as she turned to go to the back of the flower shop she gave him a quick look again, Bucky could tell that this blue eyed blonde woman found him attractive, which made him feel nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Soon the blue eyed girl returned with another girl, now Bucky was close to the counter that had the cashier, waiting impatiently, he was about to leave when he saw her.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=66A_3uwuZ_I (this is the song that plays when Bucky sees her for the first time)

‘’My friend will take your order Sir, sorry to keep you waiting.’’ The previous girl said but Bucky almost didn’t hear her. His deep blue eyes focused on the new girl and as soon as he saw her something in him shifted. She looked up with those pretty eyes, eyes that could destroy empires, there was a height difference between them so she had to look up at him. She smiled kindly at him, she didn’t have any make up on, she was wearing a simple white long sleeve shirt, why was she wearing that in this heat? Bucky was covering his arm so he had to,  her blue jeans fit her hips perfectly, her long hair tied carefully, Bucky could feel his heart picking up the pace, his flesh palm getting sweatier with a certain kind of feeling he couldn’t quite place. ‘’What would you like to have Sir?’’ she simply asked, Bucky had to clear his dry throat before he could speak, ‘’A bouquet of red roses.’’ He replied with a cold tone but deep down he could feel the strange attraction towards her. He watched her skillful hands work on the bouquet, she must have been doing this for a long time, ‘’Here you are.’’ She finished her work of art and extended the bouquet and he specifically got the roses with his non metal hand, just to feel her fingers brush the leather and maybe feel a fraction if he was lucky. ‘’That’ll be 40 dollars Sir.’’ He got the money from his leather wallet and used the same hand to give the money, their fingers brushed again, he wished he didn’t have the gloves but he had to. ‘’Thank you so much, have a great day.’’ She said smiling as she placed the money, he only nodded and left the place in a hurry. His mind was going to dark places such as waiting outside till her shift ends… he forced himself to walk to his bike, he placed the roses carefully on the small trunk that was at the back, got on the bike and started the engine and waited. His thoughts occupied by the girl’s sweet smile and beautiful face. He exhaled, ‘’She is just attractive, that’s all.’’  He thought, ‘’If it was the 40s I would’ve asked her out on a movie night, maybe we would go to the beach and drink coke..’’

After waiting on his bike for few minutes he left the empty ally.

‘’Gosh! He was dreamy!’’ Y/N’s work bestie Melanie pointed out as soon as the man left. They had to finish up the vases for a wedding. The bride had chosen white tulips with slight green here and there, Y/N’s focus was on the glass vase she had just finished decorating, she sighed, deep in thoughts. Was she going to have a wedding one day? ‘’I’m sorry, what did you say?’’ she asked, Melanie was sitting on one of the tables, swaying her legs like a child, her blue eyes looking at Y/N, ‘’The man who bought the roses, he was so hot!’’ she tried to remember but all she remembered was a stern look and a tall muscular frame, ‘’Oh, you think so?’’ Y/N had started a new vase, her hands quick. ‘’Girl, didn’t you even look at him. I wish he would come back! You know what, if he comes again I’ll let you know so that you’ll see how hot he is.’’ Melanie was persistent, ‘’Alright alright, get back to work.’’ Y/N said, she was few years older than Melanie and also their boss made it clear that when he wasn’t around Y/N was in charge because she was responsible and always got the job done no matter what. ‘’How are thing with your boyfriend?’’ Melanie was a chatty one, Y/N’s hands started to shake when she heard the question maybe because she didn’t eat lunch yet, ‘’He just moved in with me.’’ Y/N replied, forcing a smile. They had a huge fight this morning, that’s why she was wearing a long sleeved shirt, ‘’Oh after 5 years, finally!’’ Melanie said, it was true, Y/N and Leo were together for five years, she didn’t remember the time they were so in love, maybe the first year of their relationship… Leo was so nice and kind.. she often wondered what happened to that sweet boy who was replaced with a gambling monster. Leo had to move in with Y/N because he was in a lot of debt, she was helping him for maybe two years, giving him money and food and now he was in her small apartment, he had to be under the radar for a while so her place was the perfect solution. Y/N’s weary head felt more heavier than usual, she rested her hands on the counter for a split second, eyes closed, ‘’You okay?’’ Melanie immediately noticed her friend being dizzy, ‘’Yeah, just, I need water.’’ She managed to say, Melanie rushed to the back, they had a small kitchen at the back and a lounge area, she brought a tall glass of water for her friend, ‘’Here. You can sit for a while.’’

Y/N only nodded, her arms feeling weak.

Bucky never used the elevator, he was climbing up the stairs holding the bouquet in one hand, the other free. The government had placed him in that apartment complex to make him adjust to the new world, he had to be among people all the time and he detested it most of the time. The apartment’s flats were occupied by various people, old, young, single, married, so many different lives that made him feel stuck in a time capsule, he wasn’t that young boy who got drafted to war, he wasn’t a killing machine either, what was he now? He had no idea. He walked up to Mrs. Rodriguez’s door, knocked on it thrice, waiting patiently, soon the door opened and the old lady’s brown eyes smiled at him. He noticed that every time she saw him there was a light in her eyes, it made his heart get a warm feeling. ‘’Hi, Mrs. Rodriguez, these are for you.’’ He extended the roses, his mind flashing him with the image of that girl who had made the bouquet, so sweet, so innocent looking..

‘’Aw, James!’’ she was one of the rare people he revealed his first name, she was now smiling ear to ear, there was dust of flour on her chubby fingers, she must have been baking again, per usual. Her pink apron was old and stitched so many times it reminded him the old times where one had to stitch their clothes, no one could afford a new one. ‘’These are beautiful. Thank you so much, you’re such a gentleman, girls must be all over you.’’ It made him scoff but he gave her a smirk, whenever he was around old people or people he was comfortable with his old self would come out with smirks, eye rolling and smug attitude. ‘’Wait!’’ she said as she walked back inside and brought back cookies, ‘’They are still warm.’’ She was so generous ‘’Thank you so much Mrs. Rodriguez, I’ll bring back the plate.’’ He gave her a smile and said goodbye, his flat was upstairs so he climbed the stairs again.

He reached to his dark brown door, immediately he could hear Alpine’s soft meows. He opened the door and was greeted by her, she was meowing as if complaining, ‘’Yeah yeah, I know I’m late. You’re just like my Ma.’’ He locked the door as he entered, his curtains were closed, there was a grey sofa in his living room, no rug, a small TV, it was a small place, connecting the kitchen and living room. At the back there was a bedroom and bathroom. He placed the plate of cookies on the white counter, noticing Alpine’s food bowl empty, ‘’Oh that’s why you were complaining.’’ He filled the white bowl, and made sure she had water as well and then he hit the shower, he stood there under the cold water, he hated the cold but it woke him up. The cold made him remember Siberia’s freezing cells, a memory he would kill to forget. After the shower, he removed the blanket over the mirror to see if he had to shave or not but he could wait for a few days, he covered the mirror again, he didn’t like seeing his reflection because it made him feel distorted to see a man who is 100 something years old still alive with a Vibranium arm, he walked back to turn on the TV, he had a towel wrapped around his waist, his dog tags hanging and sticking to his broad chest, there was a game tonight and he didn’t want to miss it.  He sat on the sofa as he zapped and found the channel, once he had found the channel he went to his fridge which only had frozen pizza and beer packs. He threw one pizza into the microwave and  got few beers, as the pizza was getting warmer he walked to his bedroom door, he opened it and hit he lights. He was actually using his bedroom as a dressing room, he had a wardrobe and a bed that has never been slept on. He wore shorts and threw the towel on the bed, and walked back to get the pizza. He liked game nights, it reminded him the old times where Bucky and Steve would listen through radio with friends. There was a dominant knock on his door, he huffed, Bucky took the pizza out of the microwave and walked to the door with cautious steps, other than the government only few people knew his location. When he checked the peephole he saw Sam’s face, he lifted one of his hand to show that he brought a six pack. ‘’Drop the weapons Bucky.’’ He rolled his eyes, Bucky huffed again and answered the door, ‘’Be quick.’’ He assured Sam inside because he didn’t want anyone of his neighbors to see his vibranium arm. ‘’It’s game night! Oh great you have pizza!’’ Sam placed the beers on the counter, got himself one and then dropped to Bucky’s sofa. Without a word Bucky popped another slice into the microwave for Sam.

‘’So, you’ve been ignoring me because….’’ Sam pointed it out as they were watching the game, it had been 20 minutes. ‘’I was busy.’’ Bucky cut short with a raspy voice, ‘’Busy with what? Hanging out with old people?’’

Bucky snapped, was Sam spying on him? Or someone else getting information on him? His distorted mind started to went into a whole spiral, was Sam trustworthy? Was he also following Mr. Nakajima and Mrs. Rodriguez?

‘’Relax blue steel!’’ Sam raised his hands in defense, ‘’I don’t got nobody on your tail! I saw your neighbor on the way to you, sweet old man asked me if I was heading to your place.’’ Bucky’s eyes travelled on Sam’s smug face to detect if he was lying, he couldn’t find any proof so he dropped it, for now.

‘’They might be old but they’re still people so I’m doing what Doc says.’’ He defended himself with an annoyed voice, finished his beer and got up, ‘’I’m assuming that your future girlfriend is going to be what-‘’ Sam pretended like he was calculating, ‘’around 80 years.’’ And laughed out loud, he couldn’t realize the change on Bucky’s face, his mind went to the girl he saw today, at the flower shop.  ‘’Yeah, right.’’ He didn’t have the energy to protest to Sam.

Something in Bucky kept whispering, a soft voice calling him, he knew from the very first start that he wouldn’t be able to stay away from her.

Thank you for reading. :)

Chapter Two

Shattered Pieces

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Genre: Romance.

Warnings: Smut. +18. Wrap it before you tap it guys ;)

Summary: Bucky and Y/N were in love back in the 40s but Hydra took Bucky away from Y/N. Y/N tried to find him but HYDRA stopped her and she paid a price. Now all they knew was Bucky was dead, however they were wrong. Can she face the new Bucky, the infamous Winter Soldier?

This story takes place in Captain America The Winter Soldier.Sorry for any tyops. Likes and comments are welcomed in this house lol, stay safe my dudes!! 

Chapter 6 Final

It had been days and Shuri was stuck, she finished the vibranium arm and gave it to Bucky, but she couldn't make a device to bring his memories back. She was scared to tell Y/N so she decided to give them few days.

Y/N was getting ready for bed, she trained all day and now she was tired. After that dinner Bucky was more closer to her, they were talking often and he was helping her gardening. She looked out from her window and saw his place, there was no light, however she started to hear some noises. ''Is he okay?''

She decided to check if something was wrong, she was wearing her black nightgown so she threw a cardigan on her shoulders and walked outside. Hesitantly came to his carpet door, she was right he was screaming. With a rush of adrenaline she walked inside, there was no one but him. He was on his bed and having a nightmare and she could see the thin sweat on his naked chest, she came closer to the bed.

It broke her to see him like that, in pain and alone. Y/N laid her hands on her shoulders and started to shake him, ''Buck, wake up.'' but he wasn't hearing her. ''No- stop..''

She got on top of him and cupped his sweaty cheeks, ''James! Wake up.'' and he opened his eyes, but something was wrong. He wasn't fully aware of what was happening so he, -with a quick movement- pulled her under him. ''It's me Buck. You were having a nightmare.'' Y/N as shocked how quick he was, his deep blue eyes were staring into her soul, he was panting heavily. ''Did- did I hurt you?'' He asked, Y/N's hands were on his shoulders, she liked how the vibranium felt. ''No, I heard your screaming and decided to came and check on you.''

Bucky was filled with strange emotions, in his dream he was sent to kill Y/N and right before he accomplished his mission thankfully she wake him up. 

''I thought-'' He wanted to explain but later he gave up, ''Screw it.'' and he planted a kiss on her lips. 

Y/N was shocked by his sudden action but she didn't complain. She kissed him back with passion, he was yearning for this moment and lost himself in this familiar feeling. When they parted they found themselves smiling like two idiots they were. 

''Don't stop.'' Y/N begged, it had been so long, Bucky didn't mean to stop but he just wanted her to verbally give him consent. Y/N's legs were on his waist and she could feel his growing member, Bucky removed her cardigan and attacked her neck. He knew where her sweet spot was and he sucked and kissed that place which made her shiver and moan out loud. Bucky had a smirk on his pink, swollen lips. She kissed him like there was no tomorrow, like there were just them in Wakanda, in the entire universe. Bucky's flesh hand went between her legs and felt the slick fabric of her underwear. 

''Someone is eager.'' He said with that husky voice of his, he removed her nightgown and her wet panties. He only had a black underwear and Y/N helped him get rid of it. The tip of his member was covered with pre-cum, she decided to give it a few pumps while kissing him and she recieved moans and curses from him, 

''Fuck doll. You killing me.'' 

She smirked, she was proud of herself. Bucky stopped her hand, ''If you keep going like that i'll cum. I wanna feel you doll.'' it excited her. She laid back, ''If I hurt you just tell me and I'll stop. Okay princess?'' His fingers were playing with her pussy, it was hard for her to speak, he placed his middle finger in, ''Use your words.''

''Yes Sarge.'' She knew the nickname had an effect on him.

''Damn baby, fuck!'' he fingered her wet cunt, the obscene sound made his cock ache, he grabbed her boob with his vibranium hand and played with the tit, sucked on it while looking at her. The scene before her eyes was divine, heavenly, otherworldly. He added second finger and his thumb was playing with her clit. It was like he knew how to please her, as she came on his hand she screamed, ''Bucky!''

He pulled out his fingers and licked them, ''Hmm, doll you taste delicious.'' he was back, her Bucky was back and it made her smile ear to ear. He kissed her and she tasted herself on his lips, his chest was on her chest, she loved how intimate they were. 

He placed his tip on her cunt, ''Ready for me doll?'' 

''Yes please.'' 

He didn't waste any seconed and placed himself in her fully, her head fell on the pillow, she arched her back. It had been a while since she slept with anyone and the feeling of Bucky burried inside of her almost made her cum undone. She knew he was hesitant, still afraid of hurting her so she looked into his deep ocean eyes, 

''I love you.'' she shocked herself, it just slipped out. 

Bucky's mouth slowly opened, this woman before him just confessed her love, it filled his heart with the sense of home and warmness. 

''I love you.'' He said and started to move inside her. It was intense.

Y/N was tense but after hearing him confessing his love, she shed few tears. She felt his teeth on her neck leaving new bruises as he was moving. As they came she knew that she will be walking funny tomorrow, Bucky came in her and collapsed on her heaving chest, her hand went to his long black hair. ''I've changed my mind.'' Bucky said, his head was still on her chest, ''About what?'' Y/N asked scrared, when it came to Bucky it could be anything. 

''I don't want to spend my years in a cryo. I want to be with you again, I want you to tell me stories of us back in the day. If that's okay with you-'' she could see how insecure he was, ''I will take care of you now.'' Y/N said looking into his beautiful eyes.

''It's a rotten work.'' He replied, feeling unworthy of love.

''Not to me, not if it's you.''

                                                   The End

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Shattered Pieces

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Genre: Romance. Smut in the future. Angst.

Warnings: None. Long ass chapter, get a cup of tea for this lol

Summary: Bucky and Y/N were in love back in the 40s but Hydra took Bucky away from Y/N. Y/N tried to find him but HYDRA stopped her and she paid a price. Now all they knew was Bucky was dead, however they were wrong. Can she face the new Bucky, the infamous Winter Soldier?

This story takes place in Captain America The Winter Soldier.This will be a short story. Sorry for any tyops. Likes and comments are welcomed in this house lol, stay safe my dudes!! Text me if I forgot to tag you <333

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Chapter 5

(Flashback)

Y/N wore her red swimsuit, it had a cute bow on the waist, she had to sneak out early in the morning before her mother made her take care of her little siblings. a week ago Steve invited her to Coney Island, it was summer and he wanted to swim so she agreed. Steve's mother and her mother were childhood bestffriends so that's how they became friends. They were going to meet on the same spot where they went last year, she checked her bag to see if she got everything and then she left her neighborhood. She was early so she laid he towel on the hot sand and decided to sunbathe before he came.

Bucky was begging Steve to introduce him to Y/N for days now, he saw her leaving Steve's house with her parents and ever since he wanted to talk to her but Steve only thought that Bucky was being Bucky, a ladies man, that's why he didn't want Bucky to break her heart. Yesterday Steve gave in, he promised to take him to Coney Island to meet Y/N. Now they were looking for her on the beach, ''Where is she?'' Bucky asked excited, he was carrying the big umbrella -not like he was going to let Steve carry it- ''Right there.'' Steve pointed and they walked to her. Y/N didn't hear them coming but two shadows blocked her sun so she opened her eyes, when she saw Steve she stood up and hugged him tightly, ''Hey buddy!'' she was the only girl Steve felt comfortable to be around, Bucky was in awe of her beauty. Her red swimsuit looked perfect on her, showing her curves. ''Hi, I'm Bucky.'' Y/N turned to him, she never saw him before but Steve talked about him alot. She touched his hand lightly, ''Y/N.'' she simply said, not interested. Steve could see that Bucky's usual charm wasn't working on Y/N, she wasn't a simple girl after all. 

As the day went by they talked, Steve sometimes left them alone, Y/N understood what was going on. ''I have 4 siblings.'' Bucky said, the subject was family, ''I have 3 small ones. And let me tell you it's no fun, it's like I'm their ma sometimes.'' she confessed, taking a bite from her hotdog. ''I know what you mean. Hey, would you like to swim with me? It's hot here.'' Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, ''Alright.'' 

She wasn't a good swimmer and Bucky took advantage of that, showing her new positions and getting small chances of touching her. He was a fun guy to be around, at the end of the day without realizing Bucky fell in love, and so did Y/N. They spent all of their money and hopped on the back of a truck to go back home. Steve noticed their happines, they looked cute together. Y/N was playing hard to get first but one day Bucky broke a beer glass on a dude's head because he was flirting with his gal, and that day they both expressed their feelings. 

Their relationship had it's ups and downs, they could be really jealous and possessive, and it caused ugly fights. One time Y/N left finger nail marks on a girl's face just because he touched Bucky's arm. After Bucky joined the army their parents knew about them so it got serious. And then finally he proposed to her, he had it in his mind for months, as he was visiting her they decided to get ice cream and watch the sunset. The orangy colour made her skin look divine, her scent was something he could never forget, right at that moment he knew he could not live without her so he proposed, they didn't need rings or a fancy restaurant. She said yes, all night they danced in their small home and made love. Their love was something all their friends envied, however they turned into Ikarus, life seperated them and made them fall, hard. 

As she was telling their love story briefly she watched the way his expression changed. In the beginning he looked happy but towards the end he got sad and angry, it was like he remembered some parts, when she finished a thick silence filled the room, it was a lot to take in. ''A beautiful and tragic story.'' Finally Bucky spoke giving her a cup of coffee. Their fingers slightly brushed, it gave them a shallow breath. ''Yeah, if it wasn't for Hydra we would have a family and be burried side by side.'' She confessed what she thought, she always wanted to grow old with him but life had it's own plans for them. ''I still have the letters you sent from army, I can give them to you.'' She opened her backpack and pulled out the yellow papers. Bucky took them carefully, he was eager to learn so he started to read them. ''I remember this, it was the day when Steve saved me and I felt like I had to write to you and give you the good news.'' A tremulous smile touched his face as he finished reading all the letters, ''Why do you still keep them?'' he asked, she rolled her eyes ''You were the love of my life Bucky, after losing you those letters kept me alive.'' her comment startled him. Because all his life he was nothing but a disaster, taking lives and destorying families so the idea of someone loving him so deeply left him speechless.  She took them back and he watched how she was regardful to them,

''Does she still love me?''

he didn't dare to ask, not yet at least. ''What is your plan? If you don't leave Steve will find you.'' He shrugged his shoulders, ''I haven't decided, but I don't wanna run anymore.'' he was tired, after years of brainwashing and being an assassin takes a toll on you. She stood up, it was time to leave. Y/N got close to him and stood still right in front of him, he was still sitting so he moved his head up to meet her gaze. She traced his cheek with the back of her hand, Bucky closed her eyes with the action, ''Old habits die hard.'' she thought. ''I can't expect you to be the same man I fell in love in 1936, because none of us is the same anymore, but please find your way back to me.'' He opened his eyes to see her, she knelt to gave him a kiss on his cheek, ''Good night James.'' a tear found it's way out and left a warm feeling on his cheek.

Soon disasters followed one another, Bucky was framed for the bombing at Vienna and later they found out that it was the plan of scientific genius Baron Zemo who was after revenge. They had to take Bucky away from T'challa, and Tony Stark and it was hard for Y/N to fight her friends. However, they managed to take Bucky to Wakanda it was Steve's and Y/N secret. No one could know.

Their plan was to make Bucky remember, but the problem was that Bucky wanted to be frozen again and wait for God knows how long, Steve suggested that he sould at least try to remember and Bucky finally said yes. It was their first week on Wakanda, Steve had to leave so it was just Bucky, Y/N and the rest of the Wakanda. The new king -T'challa- and his family welcomed them with open arms, Shuri -king's baby sister- was a genius and she promised to Steve that she would design something to make Bucky remember his past vividly, but Bucky gave them a deadline, they only had a month and that was it, if the plan was to fail he would go back on ice.  Their first week went silent, Bucky's broken silver metal arm was gone and Shuri secretly was making a new one with the vibranium, it was a unique metal which could absorb, store, and release large amounts of  kinetic energy. King gave them small houses on the country side, the houses had dome roofs and they were by the river. Y/N loved the place, she made  herself a garden for flowers and some fruits. 

It was late night, Y/N was on her garden watching the river and the shiny stars above her, she was the one who didn't want to live in the same house with Bucky because she knew that it would be too much for both of them. Bucky, the White Wolf as they called him, needed to rest his mind first. Shuri came to see her, she was a nice girl and respected Y/N dearly. ''What a beautiful night.'' Y/N said welcoming her, ''It is.'' she came and sat on the cold grass, ''Would you like some tea? I just made it.'' Y/N offered kindly, ''I'll get it.'' Shuri said and walked inside, even though they just met they were becoming close friends quickly and it made Y/N smile, it had been a long time since she had a girl bestie. ''I hope you have some good news.'' Y/N finally spoke, Shuri was busy with her new technological designs to make Bucky remember, ''I know you want the device to work immediately but I'm actually stuck. Don't tell my bro that.'' her comment made her laugh, ''I promise.'' she finished her tea. ''I've heard that he was your boyfriend. Have you guys been spending time together?'' Shuri asked curiously, ''He has been avoiding me ever since we got here.'' she looked over her shoulder to see his small house, his light was on and she could see his shadow. Shuri gazed at where Y/N was looking, ''It's must be killing you, I'm sorry I didn't want to upset you.'' she shrugged her shoulders. ''It's okay Shuri, I just... I don't even know what I want. Sometimes I want him to look at me like the way he used to but sometimes I don't want him to remember anything about us.'' It was a confession night for Y/N, it was nice to have a female friend who listened. ''Why?'' 

A soft wind moved the skirts of her white dress, ''It's gonna break him to know that he spent his entire life away from me, away from the love of his life, yeah he told me that himself after beating a dude just because he looked at me more than 5 seconds.'' she smiled at the lost memory. Shuri was shocked, ''Wow! I'm impressed sis.'' she didn't want to spy on her anymore so she stood up, ''Why are they calling him The White Wolf?''  Y/N asked standing up, everyday she heard Wakandans call him that. ''Because he is white and he is strong like a wolf.'' It made sense now, ''Good night Shuri.'' As she watched Shuri leave she saw Bucky standing on his treshold and watching them silently, Y/N hesitantly took a step towards his house but he slithered back in. It broke Y/N's heart but she knew he needed time and space to come around. 

Next morning Y/N woke up to the children's laughter, it was sunny outside. She dragged herself off of her bed and walked outside to see, the scene before her eyes surprised her. Bucky was playing with the kids around him, putting one on his shoulders with his one hand, and he was doing it so effortlessly. She didn't want him to feel uncomfortable so she walked back inside to make herself breakfast, if she looked back she could see him watching her walk inside, his smile faded away. ''Did I want her to see me like this?''

Bucky was avoiding her for days now, it was because he was scared that any moment he could turn into The Winter Soldier and attack her again. He obviously didn't want to hurt her but watching her from a far made him realize that she was sad. He sometimes watched her gardening, talking to the locals and baking for kids. She always had a sincere smile on her face whenever she had a company, always treated them kindly. Their houses weren't far away so he could smell the delicious food she was cooking or he could hear her sweet laughter. He didn't hear her laughter that much but it was cute to hear every once in a while. Now he was on his bed, thinking about his life and the horrible things he had done, ''I deserve to be frozen again.'' he was deep in thoughts but he heard someone's footsteps coming towards his place. Super soldier serum gave him many  gifts and among them there was the gift of hearing things which most people are deaf to. His body tensed, whoever was coming stopped, took a few step back but came back. ''Bucky?'' He heard Y/N say, ''Bucky, are you awake?'' she sounded hesitant. He left his messy bed and opened the thick curtain which was used as a door. She was standing in her purple dress, her Y/H/C looked and smelled fresh, like sweet fruits. She had no shoes, they were mostly walking barefoot all day in Wakanda. She noticed he didn't say anything so she spoke trying to not look at his broad shoulders, ''I made mashed potatos and meatloaf, you used to love them.. and yeah, if you are hungry you should come.'' she tried to sound normal, Bucky was surprised because he didn't expect her to invite him for dinner. As he was standing there, looking into her Y/E/C eyes he noticed how the moonlight highlighted her face, revealing the sadness there, she thought maybe he wasn't in the mood so she walked back to her garden. ''Why didn't I say anything?!'' Bucky got angry at himself and followed her steps, she heard him following and tried to hide her smile. 

Y/N brought everything to the garden, it was really close to the river, she also had candles on the table. Bucky closed his eyes when he took the first bite and she heard him moan in pleasure and it brought back some naught memories, he opened his blue eyes to see her red cheeks. ''Guten Appatit.'' She said smiling, Bucky couldn't remember when was the last time someone prepared a homecooked meal for him, and he had to admit she was a great chef. ''I used to cook for you all the time James, even your mother used to get recipes from me.'' Y/N said, pouring a glass of wine for them, with the though of his family she noticed there was hurt in his eyes, ''Blue eyes, eyes that your mother had given you.'' she said calmly, ''I wonder what happened to my family.'' he confessed. Bucky spent his days thinking about his parents, his siblings, he would like to know how they died. ''I found their graves, but your baby sister is still alive, she is in a nursing home. She cried when she saw me and asked where were you.'' Bucky's shoulders dropped slowly, he took a deep breath, ''I would like to see her soon... before it's too late.'' he whispered more to himself.  Y/N held his hand gently, it was warm, ''You will, I promise.'' she had a loving, good heart and Bucky treasured such a rare character trait, he found himself lucky to be loved by someone like her, however that was decades ago, maybe she was just trying to be nice and help him, be his friend. ''I want her to love me again.'' it crossed his mind, but he didn't dare to say out loud. He ate like there was no tomorrow, ''Thank you again Y/N, you are a great cook.'' he winked at her and she felt the butterflies. 

''My pleasure, you can come and visit me any time you want Bucky because I have food and cookies everywhere.'' He remembered something, was silent for a second, ''We used to make cookies together right? I remember this smell and of course I made a huge mess on the kitchen,'' he kept thinking to remember the rest, ''it was before my army years, yeah? You had a blue dress and I touched your dress with my dirty hands. Do you remember?'' he was smiling ear to ear because it felt great to remember things on his own. ''Yes, it's right, I remember too.'' Moonlight made the tears look like diamonds, ''I didn't mean to upset you.'' Bucky said as soon as he saw the tears. ''No, I'm not upset, I'm just happy that you remembered.'' Bucky found himself holding her hand, ''Y/N,'' he began but as soon as he looked her in the eye he forgot what he was about to say. ''Yes Bucky?'' 

She tried to give him courage, he gave out a heavy breath. ''What I'm about to say will break her heart...''

''I should be frozen again.'' He finally said and watched her smile fade. ''Why? You said we have a month. Why are you doing this to me Bucky?'' She protested, she felt like she was so close and yet so far, Shuri was working on things to bring his memories back he couldn't give up now. ''I'm living with a fear of turning into my old self, The Winter Soldier. What if I hurt someone, what if I hurt you?''

''I trust you Bucky, with all my heart. Just wait for a month and if it doesn't work out I promise you I'll be the one to put you in cryo.'' Y/N said, even though she didn't like the idea she made a promise, but he had to try first.

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Silver

Mob! Sebastian Stan x Stripper Reader (Smut)

One Shot

We all deserve a mob Seb lol this is my first one shot, go easy on me. Likes, comments are welcomed in this fandom. <3 Sorry for any typos.

(Not my gif)

Sebastian Stan was the most famous bachelor and the most famous mob boss of America, and he was also an active business man on the covers of magazines.

Throughout his life he had many girlfirends, most of them for magazine papers, there was no love, just sex and none of them complained.

He was usually a serious man with no time to spend on women around him, they were too easy, always throwing themselves at him but you caught his attention.

You were hired by a rich man who owned the most expensive and aesthetically pleasing club in New Tork, the owner was selective but thanks to your flexible body you got in.

Soon all of the CEOs, actors, celebrities were asking for private shows and lap dances from you. You had a nickname like other girls in the club, it was Silver, everynight you could hear them talk about you,

‘‘Where is Silver?’‘

‘‘I want her to give me a private dance.’‘

‘‘Has anyone seen Silver?’‘

One night Sebastian was dragged to a night club by his friends Chris and Anthony. He didn’t wanna go but lately he was under a lot of pressure so he agreed.

There you were, on the big stage with a silver colour mask on your face, dancing like a Goddess.

Sebastian shited on his seat, trying to ignore the thightness of his pants.    Chris told him who you were and yoour famous private shows and he got excited.

      He talked to your boss and found himself waiting for you in a private room which were covered with purple velvet curtains.

The music started and you came inside. ‘’Hello Mr. Stan’’ your boss told you who he was and it made you nervous. His blue eyes were deep and you felt naked under his gaze, -well you only had shimering lace lingerie set- ‘’Hello Silver.’’ he greeted you with a hungry look on his pale face, he was sculptured by the Gods, she was sure. 

You shut down your nervous side, knelt on your knees and hands and crawled like a cat to the small metal pole. You started to dance for him.

The way you moved your body was intoxicating, he felt his heart race, his member twitched when you moved your ass up and down.

You were on his lap now, swaying your hair, moving your hips. He tried to touch your upper legs but you stopped him, ‘’Touching is extra Mr. Stan.’’ he could see your wink under that mask.

He pulled out his wallet and threw a thousand dollars on the velvet couch,    ‘’May I?’’ you let him touch you as you danced. You were grinding on his erect member, twerking. His head fell back, ‘’Fuck!’’ you heard him whisper under his breath.

You unclapsed your silver bra and threw it on the floor. His eyes wide opened, ‘’Fucking beautiful princess.’’ he said, the nickname made you even wetter. He touched yoour boobs, toyed with them, you couldn’t help but moan under his wicked touch.

His cheeks were red, he was a panting mess and you liked that. You had control over the mob boss. You kept on grinding on his thick member, you didn’t see it but felt, thick and big...

He could feel your wet core on his pants, making a stain, he pushed your hips lower and you both moaned. You were dry humping him and it was against the rules but you didn’t fucking care.

You made him come undone on his pants, ‘’Fuck baby girl..’’ he basically yelled. You felt his hot breath on your neck, he wanted to give you a kiss onyour bare neck but you pulled away, saw the disappointment on his deep blue ocean eyes.

‘‘Can I see your pretty face baby girl?’‘ He asked desperately, his large hands went to your face but you held them gently. ‘‘I don’t show my face to my customers, sorry.’‘ This was the first time he was rejected by a woman it made his blood boil, in a good way. You bolted to your feet, picked up your bra. As you were leaving you looked back, ‘‘If I like you maybe you’ll get a chance to see my face.’‘

Sebastian became a regular customer of the club, at some point you showed him your fcae. His pupils dialeted, ‘’Beautiful..’’ he said and caressed your pink cheeks.

The fact that only Sebastian could see your pretty face was a turn on, you were his girl. One night you were giving him a lap dance and things got out of hand.

He was balls deep inside of you and you were moving your hips to meet his merciless thrusts, ‘’Seb...’’ you screamed his name and it was music to his ears, he left hickeyes on your neck. ‘’Mine,’’ he said moving his hips faster, your legs were wrapped around his waist, fingers drawing up and down on his bare back. ‘’Mine!’’

‘‘Yes daddy, I’m yours,fuck..’‘ no man could make you cry in pain and pleasure like he could, with his new nickname his movements became more animalistic, like you switched something in his brain. He came inside of you, a primal sound leaving his swollen pink lips. You came after him, legs shaking, you were a mess. ‘‘Don’t think we are done yet sweetheart.’‘ Your foreheads were touching, it was a cute gesture and made you feel safe, protected. He winked at you and you saw the way he was looking at you, he adored you.

He took you to his house that night and let’s just say you walked funny the next day.

Shattered Pieces

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Genre: Romance. Smut in the future. Angst.

Warnings: Y/N was almost attacked. 

Summary: Bucky and Y/N were in love back in the 40s but Hydra took Bucky away from Y/N. Y/N tried to find him but HYDRA stopped her and she paid a price. Now all they knew was Bucky was dead, however they were wrong. Can she face the new Bucky, the infamous Winter Soldier?

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Chapter 4

A month passed since the incident, Bucky was nowhere to be found and Steve gathered a team of talented people to chase him. Y/N was also a part of the team, Natasha wasn't included but before she left town she brought files on Bucky from Kiev. 

The Intelligence Community was helping the team as well, Y/N first tried Brooklyn, she thought maybe Bucky remembered and started with Brooklyn but it was a dead end, however, finally they got signals from Europe.  He was a well trained assassin and knew how to hide, everyday Y/N's hopes crashed but with the dawn of new day she dared to hope again. What happened to Bucky was a tragedy and she wanted to make things right, they were on SHIELD's chopper heading to Romania. Steve was giving orders as always, Y/N's mind was somewhere else, she wondered what their conversation would be if they saw each other again. ''Y/N?'' Steve called her name for the third time, ''Yeah?'' she said with a faint voice. ''We are landing.'' The inside was loud so they were talkinf through black headphones, ''Alright.''

Team was tired so Steve gave them onre day to recover, SHIELD took care of the hotel, it was an expensive one. Steve and Y/N's rooms were on the same floor, ''I'm gonna take a shower, you should eat without me.'' she said. She was tired, the dark circles under her eyes were the proof of how hard she was working to find Bucky, Steve felt sad everyday to see his friend like that. ''Y/N, try to get some sleep.'' He said and went into is room.

She walked inside and locked her door, dropped her bag and hit the shower. It was a long and hot one, after that she got dressed because she had plans of her own. It was still early to travel and go to the places they marked on the map to find Bucky. She wore a simple blue denim pants, a black sweater and a black hat. She had a grey backpack, she  gave her tired self a look on the tall mirror before she left, ''God I look tired!'' they were in the capital city of Romania, which was Bucharest. The spies of SHIELD gave them few addresses of sububrs, dangerous places. ''If I were Bucky which place I would choose?'' Y/N thought, she was on a taxi and had a map on her lap. ''I would choose a crowded place to blend in, maybe an apartment building. Windows would be covered.'' 

She gave an address to the driver, she was watching the city through the dirty window, people minding their own business, everything seemed normal but nothing about her life was normal. The sun was setting and leaving an orangy red colour on the deep blue clouds, as she left the taxi she tipped the driver and kindly smiled at him, he was an old man with a deep accent. ''Sweet girl,'' he said, ''be careful around here.'' he was right the place looked shady. 

She watched the car leave, kids were playing together, throwing balls at each other, she was few women with bags, entering a tall apartment building. She sat on a bank near a big tree, trying to decide what she should do first. The last time she tracked Bucky she ended up being the toy of Hydra, she pushed the unwanted memories away. She opened her backpack and pulled a picture of Bucky, ''I have nothing to lose.''

For hours she asked people if they knew the man in the picture, some couldn't speak English, the ones that did couldn't help her. Now it was late night, children were already gone home, only stray dogs, and cats were out. She inhaled deeply, ''I knew it! I won't be able to find him on my own.'' she hated herself, if it was the other way around Bucky would've found her weeks ago. 

She gave a last look and put the picture back, as she was walking and looking around she decided to walk pass the tall apartment, the alley was dark. She was having a really shitty they and the last thing she wanted was some boys to chase her but here they were. 3 boys were sitting at the corner of a building but when they saw her they started to call out for her, she couldn't understand Romanian so she kept on walking, however the boys seemed interested. ''Nu vorbesc românește.'' She said which was the only sentence she knew in Romanian, it meant ''I don't speak any Romanian.'' but the boys started to laugh.  One of them was smoking and he threw the cigar on the ground, got close to Y/N. Y/N blocked his hand with hers, ''Leave and no one gets hurt!'' she yelled. 

She wanted to be heard by anyone but there was no one, or so she thought. She kicked the one close to her, he fell on his back. Other two pulled out their knives but something stopped them. They were looking at something behind her, they stood still for a second and helped their friend who was holding his crotch and struggling on the cold ground. Together they ran. She turned to see what was behind her and and saw him. Bucky was standing tall and looking at her.

''I told you to not come after me.'' He said annoyed, his ocean eyes regarded her with a strange calmness, she cleared her throat before she found herself lost in them, ''And I told you that I'll find you wherever you go.'' she snapped back. After leaving America Bucky did reaserch and collected pictures of her and Steve but he still didn't remember what she was to him before. ''Where do you live?'' Y/N asked, simply trying to strike a convo. ''You should leave. It's not safe out here.'' Bucky said and Y/N could swear that he was concerned for her safety and she smiled. He didn't wait for her reply and turned to leave but she spoke quickly, ''I can help you remember who you once were.'' He stopped in his tracks, she could see he was having doubts. ''Take me to your place and I will tell you everything. I know you want to know.'' She was silently praying that he would say yes, he turned back. Held her arm thightly, ‘’Follow me.’’ and he took her to his place.

His place was small, windows were covered with newspapers as she expected, dirty dishes were in the sink. Kitchen and the livingroom were connected, the source of light was a white light bulb, there wasn't a bedroom, his livingroom was also where he slept. As he closed the door she was standing, not knowing where to go. There was a brown couch with two pillows, they looked old, the walls were red and the rest were light green. He locked the door, she could see that he was trying hard not to look at her but why? ''May I sit here?'' She asked carefully, he simply nodded so she just sat. ''Nice place.'' Y/N tried to think of something and she cursed at herself for feeling like a school girl in front of him, ''After all these years do I still love him?'' he gave out a sarcastic laugh. She rolled her eyes which caught his attention, ''Why didn't you kill me in my house? Or that bridge? You could've easily ripped my head off but you didn't.'' she finally spoke after the silence. Bucky sat on his messy bed, got rid of his black jacket and hat. ''I wasn't sent to kill you, Pierce sent me to give you a message, but you attacked me, and then-'' he stopped, looked her in the eye. ''I remembered something, a memory. It made me stop chocking you to death.'' He was trying to be careful she could see that, ''What was it?''

''Do you really have to know doll?'' there he was, the Bucky that stole her heart 70+ years ago, it made her body completely warm to see that he was becoming more himself, ''I'm a curious gal, Sergeant.'' she slightly flirted, crossed her legs and took off her hat and jacket like he did. ''Okay... as I was chocking you with my metal arm on your kitchen island, I remembered a time where we,'' he cleared his throat, ''Having sex on a bed, I was chocking you and you were calling my name.'' he finally said it. His cheeks got pink, Y/N didn't expect that answer, her mouth was faintly open, ''Well, yes we used to do that sometimes.'' she wanted to punch herself for saying that. ''Why am I like this?'' Bucky's cheeks were red now, he looked at her entire body, a thought of how small she would be under him crossed his mind and that sent familiar signals to his body, he also had other steamy memories ever since he escaped spent his time by himself. ''You said you will tell me everything, I'm listening.'' Bucky said, he desperately wanted to know, ''What do you want to know? Steve? Me? or what kind of an asshole you were?'' Y/N couldn't help herself, she thouhght he would be offended by her remark but she caught a grin on his smooth looking lips,

 ''I forgot how they felt.'' 

he acted like he was in deep thought, ''I know that Steve Rogers was my childhood friend, I remember some stupid stuff we did back in the day, I want to know you. Who you were to me? How did we meet? What was I to you?'' His voice broke at the end, some light left his ocean eyes, Y/N wanted to hold him right there and never let him go but she knew it would freak him out, she had to tell the story first.

She took a deep breath, laid her back on the not so comfortable couch, ''I was Steve's friend and one day he introduced you to me. You were 19 and I was 15, it was the summer of 1936...''

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Shattered Pieces

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Genre: Romance. Smut in the future. Angst.

Warnings: None.

Summary: Bucky and Y/N were in love back in the 40s but Hydra took Bucky away from Y/N. Y/N tried to find him but HYDRA stopped her and she paid a price. Now all they knew was Bucky was dead, however they were wrong. Can she face the new Bucky, the infamous Winter Soldier?

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Chapter 3

They finally found her, she wasn't scared, she had nothing to lose because they already took everything from her. She took a pic of the letter from HYDRA and sent it to Nat and Steve. Steve called her from an unknown number, ''SHIELD started a man hunt for us, we can't ask their help. Come to the address I sent you. We made a plan.'' They couldn't talk the details over the phone so she left quickly. It was morning and the streets were getting crowded, Y/N parked her car somewhere and walked to the address. It was a regular American house, a black man opened the door, ''Were you followed?'' he asked leading her to the living room. ''No, I'm sure.'' She walked in and saw Steve and Natasha talking. ''Y/N what happened to you?'' She had a hand print on her neck and bruises on her face, the thing was that she couldn't use her healing powers on herself. ''You are not gonna like this, Winter Soldier was at my house.'' She told them everything, tall black man brought some ice for her, ''I'm Sam, Sam Wilson.'' they were using Sam's house to lay low, SHIELD was dirty and had HYDRA people in it. Steve told Y/N about Dr. Zola and his algorithm. Their plan was to kidnap SHIELD's officer in broad daylight. Sam offered his help, he was a pararescue in the army and he was the only one who could fly that metal wings. ''I can't ask you to do this Sam. You got out for a good reason.''  Steve as always didn't want anyone to get hurt. ''Captain America needs my help, there is no better reason to get back.'' Sam replied confidently, he was a nice man. ''I can help too.'' Y/N said Nat looked at her bruised face, ''If the Winter Soldier sees you again he'll kill you. Y/N.'' Natasha and Y/N became good friends over the year, Nat wasn't the warm one but she cared for the people she considered family. ''She can be the sniper to threaten officer Jasper Sitwell.'' Sam suggested, ''Alright.'' Steve said and they left the house together.

Thankfully Jasper Sitwell didn't disobey and told everything to Steve, Zola's Algorithm was designed to kill millions of people who were a threat to HYDRA, they put Jasper in a car, there wasn't enough room so Y/N got her own car, she was following them, on her right she had her sniper gun, Barrett M82 rifle. Out of nowhere the Winter Soldier showed up and blew her tires which caused her to crash her car, she hit hear head on the wheel, she had a head injury since she couldn't use her healing power on herself she blacked out.

Y/N woke up on a unfamiliar bed, ''Where am I?'' her head was hurting, she tried to get up, metal door was wide up. ''Hey there!'' She heard Steve, he was standing on the treshold. ''What happened?'' She sat on the bed and Steve came to sit with her. Y/N saw a water bottle on a wooden nightsand, ''You should drink your water first, we need to talk.'' Steve looked worried, ''Tell me.''  

 ''You hit your head and blacked out. Me, Nat and Sam fought Winter Soldier and his men. Y/N... I don't know how to say this but Bucky is alive.'' she dropped the bottle, water spilled on the floor. ''He is the Winter Soldier. Dr. Zola must have played with his mind, turned him into a killing machine. SHIELD caught us but Maria Hill helped us escape. This is Nick Fury's hide-out. Nick is also alive, he asked if you can heal him and Romanoff.'' Y/N couldn't believe him, her hands tightened into fists, ''He is alive... and he tried to kill me in my home, and on that bridge.'' her voice was a whisper, she was talking to herself but Steve heard clearly. ''Let's go to the meeting room, Nick came up with a plan.'' Steve helped her get up, he could see how confused and sad she was. They walked a long hall and entered a big room. Nick was sitting at the end of the table, Nat was close to him, she was holding her shoulder and she looked in pain. ''Let me help you.'' Y/N said and placed her hand on Nat's shoulder and few seconds later she was fine. ''Need my help Fury?'' He was a man who didn't like getting help but he was in pain. ''Only internal damage we don't have much time.'' Fury said, Y/N healde his internal pain.

The Winter Soldier was sitting on a chair, a man in a white suit was fixing the damage on his metal arm. There were machines around him, with the sudden thought of that girl he pushed the man away. All guards pointed their guns at him but he didn't care, they were in a bank's secret underground room. Alexander Pierce came with his men, ''Mission report.'' he ordered but Winter Soldier was too busy thinking of what happened today, the blond man called him ''Bucky'' , ''Mission report!'' Pierce's voice was coming from a distance, he remembered the girl, he made her crush her car. He started to remember things but Pierce didn't have time so he slapped him. ''The man on the bridge, I knew him. The woman you sent me after, I knew her too. Who are they?'' He asked confused, ''Your work has been a gift to mankind, you shaped the century. I need you to do it one more time.'' Alexander Pierce didn't answer his question. ''But I knew them.'' He insisted, his vision got blurry, a warm tear draw a straight line on his cheek, all he felt was pain, ''Wipe him and start over.'' Alexander said coldly, now Winter Soldier was pushed back on his chair, they put a machine on his head and started the process.

Nick Fury was holding a picture of Pierce when he was young, ''This man declined the Nobel Peace Prize, he said peace wasn't an achievement, it was a responsibility.'' he threw the paper on the table, ''See, stuff like that gives me trust issues.''Alexander Pierce and Nick were friends back in the day. ''We have to stop the launch.'' Natasha Romanoff said as always down to business. Now Nick and Captain America were arguing, and Steve brought the situation with Bucky, Y/N's heart sank to her chest. ''Look, I didn't know about Barnes.'' Nick replied, trying to calm Steve, ''Even if you had known.. would you told me? Would you even care to tell it to us?'' eyes were on Y/N, most of them didn't know the love affair Y/N and Bucky had, but she told Nat a year ago.

Next morning they all dressed up, Steve stole his old uniform from the museum, Sam was give a pair of wings, Natasha had a high-tech shapeshifting device. Y/N and Maria had agent uniforms, Steve and Sam were fighting in the field, Y/N was covering Maria because she took over the computers. 2 flashdrivers were inserted ,nto 2 helicarries, ''Two down one to go.''  Y/N said to Cap through the device on their ears, but the Winter Soldier showed up, he was expected to. He broke Sam's wings, Y/N was helping Maria and she heard Steve talking to bucky, ''People are gonna die Buck, I can't let that happen.'' Last night Y/N looked to the stars and made a promise, after this if Bucky was still alive she was going to make him remember them. She knew in her heart that Bucky would never give up on her. ''Please don't make me do this.'' Steve said desperately.

      Finally they took down the Zola's Algorithm but the helicarrie which Steve and Bucky were in under attack and they were going to crash to the lake. ''I'm going to the lake Maria, don't come after me!'' Y/N had hope that they were still alive, she couldn't handle losing them again, she reloaded her guns and took off. When she arrived she couldn't believe her eyes, Bucky was alive and he was dragging Steve out of the water, he saw her standing. ''You saved him.'' Y/N said smiling, strand of thick black hair, still wet fell across his deep blue eyes. He dropped Steve, Y/N slowly got close to him. ''Do you remember me Buck?'' She asked daring to hope, ''You are the woman I delivered a letter.'' he replied like he was reporting a mission. ''I'm more than that. You saved Steve because you know who he is, he is your bestfriend. At my house you didn't kill me because you remembered who I am.'' now she was right in front of him. She reached to cup his wet cheeks, it was something she missed, ''Please say something.'' he didn't know what to do or to say, a beautiful woman was crying and begging for him to speak. He held her hands, looked into her eyes, he felt a warm thing spreading in his chest. ''All I know is that you are someone I used to know. I need time to remember who I am, don't follow me. I'm no good for you.'' He said and turned to leave, Y/N held his arm, it was the flesh one and after all these years it felt good to feel his warm skin. ''It doesn't matter where you go Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, I will always find you.''

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