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Running For You... (Part 2) (Bucky x Reader)

Word count: 2,326

Summary: Hired by Tony Stark to conduct a public relations campaign for the Avengers, Y/N and Bucky managed to keep their relationship secret from the rest of the team. But when her work for the highly public figures leads her to accept a position with a prestigious international firm in Tokyo, the two decide to split. When her new job isn’t all she expected, she’s reminded of a promise Bucky made her. 

A/N: So I finally got around to writing the second part of this fic and surprise! There will also be a Part 3 posting soon! Sorry this took so long, I started some other fun projects, you can check them out on my Fanfic Masterlist. A special thank you to @prettyyoungtragedy for all of her encouragement and help with this fic! 

“Running for You” Part 1 

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     Bucky groans when he hears his phone ringing in the middle of the night, lighting up the dark room and stirring him from his sleep. It’s not a text message, he realizes, the device is still jingling after several seconds.

     Rolling across the bed, he lifts his head from his plush pillow and glances at the phone on his bedside table through squinting eyes. The brightness makes the screen difficult to read. He blinks repeatedly, willing his eyes to focus on the blurry text. Who would be calling at this hour?

    “Buck?” The voice beside him purrs, reaching for him. “What is it, baby?”

     He lifts his flesh hand to rub his eyes, then feels his heart falter suddenly in his chest when he’s finally able to read the name on the screen. Y/N.

     With the promise he’d made to you nearly a year ago ringing in his ears, Bucky lunges for the phone, nearly knocking it off the nightstand in the process. He fumbles with it for a moment before bringing it to his ear with a shaking hand. 

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I’ve been waiting for this for so long and I’m so happy it’s finally here!! This was amazing as always and I can’t wait for part 3 😁❤️ I just want them to get back together so bad 😭

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We want more… (Three shots… sequel)

After a very, very long night; you, Steve and Bucky fell asleep in Steve’s bed. Your bodies tangled together along with the bed sheets that were half on and half off the bed. You’d found throughout the night that the boys were like radiators, if you wanted you could just be naked in bed with them and be perfectly warm. Not that any of you would complain about that. No, you were happy and content with how the three of you were right now. As were the boys. Bucky was sleeping happily on his side with his left arm slung lazily of your waist, his fingertips brushing Steve’s waist as he thought about last night. Steve had his arm around your shoulders as you laid your head and arm on his chest. Your left leg curled around his and your right foot tucked between Bucky’s legs. Steve however was the only one awake.

He’d been to sleep but woke up a few moments ago thinking about what the three of you had done. He didn’t regret it by any means. God he loved the two of you and he was glad to feel that love back. However he didn’t love knowing that your, whatever it was (you needed to talk about it) wouldn’t be accepted. Hell, that’s why back when they were kids Bucky and Steve agreed that they were ‘just’ friends. But times had changed. If they wanted to tell people they were gay, they could but, they weren’t. They, didn’t know what they were. They found each other attractive but they found you attractive too. They loved each other and you.

“What time is it?” you murmured against Steve’s chest, waking him from his thoughts.

“Hmm…” Steve glanced over to the clock behind Bucky’s head on the bedside table. “Half past nine.” he sighed happily as you snuggled closer to him.

You slowly began to draw patterns over his chest, kissing his shoulder lightly a few times before talking again. “How come you’re awake? Did we not tire you, Cap?” you smirked against him.

Steve chuckled pulling you closer to him, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Just, thinking.”

“About?” Bucky grumbelled sleepily behind you.

You looked over your shoulder smiling down at him. He shifted closer to you, snuggling into your back. “About, what we’ve done.” he sighed.

You frowned sitting up quickly turning round to face him. Your fears waking as you heard those words. “You’re regretting it, aren’t you?” you closed your eyes shaking your head. You’d told yourself time and time again someone wouldn’t feel right about the situation. You didn’t blame him. Could it work, what ever this is? “I knew it. I knew this would happen.” you pulled the covers up, wrapping them around you as you slid off the bed.

“No! Y/N, listen.” Steve stood up from the bed quickly, not caring he was naked as the day he was born. “Just, listen.” he placed his hands on your upper arms. You nodded dropping your gaze to floor. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, not with out tears if he said he regretted it.

Bucky sighed tiredly as he sat up against the head board, the covers laying across his waist leaving his bare chest on show. “Come ‘ere, Doll.” He patted the bed by his side where you’d previously been. Once you were tucked under his arm against his chest safely he turned his attention to Steve. “Go on then, punk.”

Steve sighed heavily as he sat on the end of the bed with his back facing you. “I was thinking… how, for me… last night was… we… we made, love.”

Silence filled the room for what seemed like hours for Steve. After a little while you turned your head to look up at Bucky. After a few more quiet moments the pair of you began laughing. “Thanks guys.” Steve stood up in a strop and went into his bathroom slamming the door.

You bit your lip feeling slightly guilty for how you reacted but he was something of a drama queen some times. You didn’t mean for it to sound horrible. “Are we bad people?” You asked looking up at Bucky.

“Yes.” He smirked at you, only for a brief moment before sighing. “He’s right though. Isn’t he?” He asked looking down at you with worried look.

You nodded once again biting your lip. “In ever way but-“ You sighed shaking your head. “I’m struggling with the idea of the pair of you loving me. I get how, you two can love one another. You’ve been best friends since you were kids. You’ve been through hell and back and your still by each other’s side.” You sighed sitting forwards. “I don’t want to be a bit a fun, Bucky… I’ve been telling myself since I met Steve he could never love me like I did him because, I’m nothing compared to Peggy, or Sharon, or you.” You closed your eyes letting your head drop.

“You’re everything.” Bucky whispered placing a kiss on your shoulder. “And, yeah, me and Steve have loved each other since before I can remember but I’ve loved you too, since the first time you said hello to me and told Tony to stop behaving like moody teenager when I first moved into the tower.” He grinned against your arm.

“I’ve loved you since the first time we met on board SHIELD and you rolled your eyes at me and said-“

“You can just be Steve Rogers, some times.” You giggled a little at the memory of when you first met Steve and Bucky. How things have changed since then. You looked up over to Steve stood in the doorway.

“I love you, like I love Bucky.” He walked over to the bed sat down next to you like Bucky did. “With all my heart and… I know three people in a relationship is, insane, even for the century but-“

“Who gives a fuck.” Bucky grinned.

“Buck-“ Steve frowned a little at him. Always the mother hen. “But he’s right. As long as we’re happy, I’m willing to give this, us a go.” Steve smiled softly as he lent forwards and pressed a kiss to your lips gently.

Bucky hummed against your shoulder as he pressed a kiss to it. “And me.” He smiled.

You nodded taking a deep breath. Thinking like Bucky for once, who didn’t care what people thought (most of the time) you began grinning. “Me three.”

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The Sweetest Escape

A/N: Submission to @caplansteverogers “Fluff Challenge” 😄😄

I’m taking a bit of a different approach to fluff and putting a little spin on it. The fluff of a different type of relationship. 😉 Hope you enjoy the twist! This was really difficult to get out of my head and onto paper for some reason, so I could really use the feedback.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader.

Prompt: “Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweatshirt? It smells like you.”

Summary: Working to keep her casual relationship with Bucky secret from the rest of the team, Y/N’s not sure how she should say goodbye to him when he is assigned to a lengthy mission. 

Warnings: Secret relationship. Adult themes. Mentions of rough sex. Daddy kink. Light sub/dom play. And of course, fluff. 😘

Word count: 2,492

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     Whatever you offered, Bucky took eagerly. He could pull you into his lap and ask you how your day was with a soft kiss to your forehead, or he could bend you over the bed, wrap that metal hand around your throat, and fuck you until you saw stars - he always seemed to know what you needed most from him.

     The man was a natural dominant; in addition to his obvious masculinity, he was protective, thoughtful, and caring. He cherished your vulnerability and respected your limits, it was a lovely and empowering balance.

     For several reasons, your involvement with Barnes wasn’t something you were ready to let the team know about. So far you’d been able to keep most of them in the dark, but you weren’t kidding yourself - there was no fooling Natasha. Her expertly trained eyes never missed a thing. When she noticed Bucky stealing glances at you and your suddenly timid behavior around him, she knew something was up. She would raise a perfectly manicured eyebrow questioningly at you, but drew no attention to the matter, silently pursing her lips together as she made a mental note of every move you made.

     It was the rest of the compound’s inhabitants that you had to be ridiculously careful of. The compound was constantly bustling with activity, people running left and right from mission to mission, training sessions, debriefing meetings, and public appearances. Not to mention Stark’s state of the art security cameras everywhere. It all left very few windows of opportunity for the two of you to actually be together.

     But you sort of liked it that way. You got to be your usual independent self all week, and on the nights Buck would sneak into your room - the Winter Soldier’s legendary stealth had proven to be very helpful to the situation - you could binge yourself silly on him for a few hours.

     He made you feel safe and valued despite the distance you had to keep in front of the team, checking in on you via text almost daily without fail. Other days it was a handwritten love letter slipped quietly beneath your door. His sweet gestures of sincerity made your entire body flush with heat.

     You could easily see yourself falling head over heels in love with Bucky all too quickly, and you knew that you needed to pace yourselves. You didn’t want this thing between the two of you to move too fast, to spin out of control. His past weighed heavily on him, and you didn’t want to further burden him with a pressures of a serious relationship when he was already dealing with so much.

     Unarguably, it was best for the both of you to keep your emotions carefully in check. For now, a night together here are there was enough to get you through.

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     Both limp and languid from pleasure and exhaustion, naked bodies tangled together as she nuzzles against his chest, he feels ten feet tall and bulletproof.

     This must be how Stark feels in the suit, he thinks as he drags his fingertips lazily across her damp skin. Responding to his touch, she hums softly, snuggling herself closer still against him. A wave of possessive pride washes over him. 

     He squeezes her hip in his large hand, reassuring her, wanting her to feel safe here with him. He smirks, realizing no serum could make him feel more invincible than she did. Carefully, he lifts her still trembling hand to his lips and places a kiss on each quivering fingertip.

    “Such a good girl for me. So good.” He murmurs against her skin, planting soothing kisses across her palm and wrist. He smiles to himself, thoroughly content as he feels her breathing slowly returning to a normal pace.  

      His time with her was an escape from the rest of the world. When he was with her, he wasn’t a headcase or a ruthlessly tortured soul, but a man she trusted to give herself to completely.

     Feeling her slipping blissfully into sleep, he releases a content sigh. It felt so natural to let her come to him like this, to be her safe place. With him, she could let her guard down and release her most vulnerable emotions; the need to be owned, the need to be consumed. She didn’t tip toe around him as though he were a bomb that could be set off by the smallest wrong movement like so many others did. She wasn’t afraid of him in the least.

     He snorted in amusement at the thought. Hell, you trusted him to take your throat in his hands and squeeze the breath from you, to grip your hips so roughly bruises the shape of his fingertips would appear on your skin, to tie you up and tangle his hands in your hair and pull back on it until tears ran down your cheeks.

     He’d been thoroughly surprised by your desires - you put on such an independent front, who would believe you craved to submit? Craved the praise, craved the escape? But once he’d thought it over, he realized it made perfect sense - you yearned for someone else to take control, to take all responsibility out of your hands for a moment and take care of you. Having a man worthy of your complete and utter trust to submit to was the ultimate erotic experience to you.  

     If a beautiful dame wanted to express her vulnerable urges to him, who was he to turn her down? He had quickly mastered the gentle prompting and encouragement that made her feel the most comfortable with him, which affectionate pet names made her beam at him in adoration. Little girl, princess, kitten. He couldn’t resist seeing her eyes light up like that, feeling her body immediately respond with excited twitches and a pounding heart. How could he refuse this small request from such an eager little sub?

     He had to admit, she could be a dirty little dame, but what kind of man would he be if he didn’t appreciate that? The women he’d bedded before the war had been meek, making love to him silently, under the covers and with the lights off.

     But her. Oh God, she was a vision, a passionate force to be reckoned with. Baring herself to him boldly and without hesitation, lust burning in her as she explained what she wanted him to do to her. He had easily picked up the kind of firm handling she required. It had been enthralling watching her come to life under his dominant ownership, discovering what made her gasp and writhe with need.

     To the rest of the world, you were independent and impermeable. But for him, you yearned to please, sucking his metal fingers between your pouted lips, delighting in the gasps and growls you drew from him, your eyes twinkling with devious glee. You craved his hands on you, and you didn’t care if it seemed desperate - it felt so good to let go, to be his. It felt so right surrendering yourself to him so completely.

     For him, entrusting yourself to him was validating. Holding you he felt capable, in control, and worthy of your trust. It awakened something deep inside him that made him feel more like the man he’d been before he fell from that train in the Alps. It felt strangely calming and right, like the pieces of himself Hydra had torn away were slowly falling back into place. Because of that, it had never been just about the physical with you.

     After a long week apart, he loved to pull her into his lap and ask her about her day. He loved to cover her in teasing, exaggerated smooches and whisper sweet nothings about how badly he’d missed her while they pretended to be nothing more than friends for the sake of the team. He delighted in the coy smile that would come to her lips then. She’d tilt her head and gaze innocently at him for a moment, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck or twining their fingers together before indulging him in the minute details of her day that only a lover would delight in hearing. He hung on her every word.

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     The compound is silent in the still hours of the early morning. There’s a cool chill in the air and goosebumps have begun to prick up on your naked back. You wake slowly, missing the warm body that had held you so lovingly all night. Reaching across the bed for him, your heart aches in your chest when your fingers brush nothing but the cool sheets. 

     Feeling tears suddenly sting the back of your eyes, you press your face into the pillow. 

  “Damn-it.” You whisper. You knew Buck was leaving for a mission with Steve at 5am sharp, his first since the two of you had started sleeping together. 

     Swallowing back the emotion that has suddenly washed over you, you sit up slowly, wrapping the sheet around you for warmth. You start suddenly when you see him sitting at the foot of the bed in his grey sweats. He’s bare chested, and his long hair is bushy and wild with bed head. 

     “Go back to sleep, doll.” He chides gently. 

     He’s been watching me sleep, you realize as you flush with warmth. Feeling relieved that he hadn’t left for the mission without waking you, you smile at him, holding the sheet close. 

     You watch him rise to his feet and tug his red Henley on over his head, reaching next for his black Under Armour sweatshirt. It’s hooded and its liner is exceptionally warm. You know this because it’s your favorite piece of clothing to steal from him. It holds his earthy, masculine scent particularly well. 

     “Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweatshirt? It smells like you.” You ask with a small smile, deciding he deserves the ego stroke of knowing that you’ll miss him, having pulled three mind-blowing orgasms from you last night. Not to mention the indulgent hours spent cuddling up together afterward.

     “Mm, what a good idea sweetheart.” He hums, praising you as he sits back on the bed and pulls you into his lap. “Can’t have you forgetting daddy.” He gives a lazy smile, teasing you with the name and instantly making you core curl with lust. The name had tumbled from your lips as a desperate whimper one night. Ever since, it had become something you would whisper against his skin, how you let him know that you needed to be vulnerable, that you needed to be his. He delighted in using it against you, knowing the effect it had on you.  

     “I would never.” You insist, fisting your hands in his shirt. He presses a kiss to your forehead then takes your chin tenderly between his thumb and forefinger, lifting your gaze to his.

     “Behave while I’m gone, kitten.” He says firmly, his commanding tone making you squirm with arousal. You nod in understanding, realizing that this is it. He has to leave and you don’t know how long the mission will be. Feeling your heart sink in your chest, you feel suddenly desperate.

     “Will you call?” 

     The metal hand caresses your cheek lightly. “You know I can’t, it could compromise the mission.” His eyes are soft, asking you to understand. You let your cheeks tug downward into a disappointed frown. He chuckles affectionately and cups your cheek in the cool metal palm. You take each other in for a long moment.

     “I need to be going, Steve will be getting up for the mission soon.” He says finally, running his thumb across your bottom lip, still swollen and puffy from the rough kisses of the night before. But he makes no attempt to move from his position.  

     “Then why don’t you, daddy?” You purr, batting your lashes coyly at him. Letting the sheet fall slightly, you wiggle a bit in his lap, knowing the effect it will have on him.

     “You’re so hard to leave, babygirl.” He admits, his expression turning somber. The sincerity in his eyes making your chest ache with longing. 

     “Will you miss me?” You ask softly, unable to stop yourself. 

     “My good little girl?” He asks the question as though it were obvious, arching a dark eyebrow at you. His hands slide down your body and slip around you to grab possessive handfuls of your ass. “Of course I will.” The reassurance immediately makes you beam.

     “I’ll miss you too Buck.” Leaning forward, you press a quick kiss to the tip of his nose. He closes his eyes, savoring the tenderness of the gesture. When he opens them again, a dopey smile covers his face as he stares adoringly at you. With a reluctant sigh, he coaxes you out of his lap. He strides to the door, his hand stalling on the knob.

     “There is a letter though.” His eyes glint teasingly. He’s taken measures to reassure his little girl while he’s away. “You just have to find it.” He calls softly before exiting and closing the door quietly behind him.

     You give a delighted little squeal. You loved Bucky’s handwritten love letters, they were impossibly sweet. But where would he hide it? You furrow your brow as you try to think, eyes scanning the room carefully. Your heart jumps suddenly in your chest.  

     His sweatshirt.

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Your writing never ceases to amaze me 😍 I’m a sucker for dom!Bucky and slowly falling in love relationships so having the two together made my heart melt ❤️ Even though this was difficult for you to put on paper it doesn’t look like it at all. It’s all so well written and thought out and incredible!!

When History Did Not Cooperate (Pt. 2)

(Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes x Reader Fic)

Summary: Ever since 6th grade history class, Y/N has been fascinated by one of history’s greatest mysteries: who killed United States President John F. Kennedy? During Bucky’s days as the infamous Winter Soldier he was credited with over two dozen kills, including the assassinations of numerous political leaders. Y/N is desperate to question the man she suspects pulled the trigger on that sunny day in Dallas in 1963. But if she does, she risks losing one of her closest friends…

Warning(s): Angst to fluff.

Words: 2,319

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Read “When History Did Not Cooperate” Part 1 HERE!!

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     Standing in the hallway in front of Bucky’s room with your arms folded across your chest, you tap your toe anxiously as you gnaw on your bottom lip. You’re deep in thought as you study his closed door intently. 

     Bucky hadn’t been himself the last few days. No one had seen him leave his room recently and he had missed two team meetings. That was pretty unlike the respectful and responsible Buck you knew. In your typical anxious nature, you were terrified his sudden absence was because of something you had done.

     The last time you’d seen him, he’d easily laughed off your silly question about the Winter Soldier’s possible involvement in the Kennedy assassination, making you realize just how inconsistent the logistics of the Kennedy assassination were with the Winter Soldier’s style. It seemed unlike Bucky to be upset over something he’d already laughed off.

     Suddenly, a possibility that was much worse popped into your mind and you gasped, hand flying to your mouth -  what if he’d realized how you really felt about him? What if he was disgusted by it? What if he didn’t want to be friends with you anymore because of it?

      “Urghhh!” You groan as you rub your hands over your face in frustration, pressing the heels of your palms to your closed eyes. “Damn it.” You mutter to yourself. 

     Gathering your courage and composing yourself with a deep breath, you step up to Bucky’s door and rap your knuckles softly against it. Leaning your ear against the door, you hold your breath as you strain to hear any noise coming from the other side. You listen for any indication that he’ll approach the door, knowing from experience that the board just inside his room squeaks slightly when it’s stepped on. But this time, there is no squeak. Beyond the door, nothing stirs. 

     Well, at least he’s avoiding everyone and not you specifically, you think as you lean back with a relieved sigh. There’s no way he could have know that it was you knocking and not someone like Steve or Sam without getting up to gaze through the peephole in the door. This does ease your mind slightly, but you are still worried about him. You frown slightly. This doesn’t solve why he hadn’t left his room recently. 

     Maybe he’s not even in there. A small voice in your head whispers. You bite your nails anxiously as terrible possibilities whirl in your mind. Was Bucky a flight risk? Had the Winter Soldier somehow been activated? Could he have exited through a window and repelled down the tower? Surely not, you reason with yourself. But he may have slipped out his door in the dead of the night. Perhaps you should ask Tony to check the security tapes. 

      You quickly turn on your heel and head to find Steve.   

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    Steve knocks on your door that afternoon, looking as though he’d just come from the gym. His skin glistens with sweat, his grey t-shirt damp. He hooks a thumb over his shoulder, pointing down the hall. 

     “He’s in the common room. I got him out of his room, but I can’t get him to say much. He’s not exactly chipper, but I’ve seen him worse. He tends to pep up a little when you’re around. Maybe you could give it a shot?” Seeing the excitement in your eyes, he quickly steps out of your way and you dart off, hurrying toward the common room. 

     “Buck.” You say with a smile as you enter the room, letting out a relieved sigh when you see him sitting on the couch in a white t-shirt and a pair of sweats. A hint of the silver chain of his dog tags is visible just beneath the collar of his shirt. His unbrushed dark hair falls around his face, looking a little tangled and bushy.

     His head perks up at your greeting and he gives you a timid smile. “Hey Y/N.” 

     “Hey ya bum, where’ve you been?” You tease lightheartedly. “I haven’t seen you out of your room since, like, last week.” You plop down on the couch beside him. You notice he looks tired, little purple bags sweeping beneath his blue eyes and several days worth of unshaven stubble decorating his jawline.

     Bucky shrugs. “Oh, nowhere really. Just catching up on sleep and such.” 

     You raise an eyebrow skeptically as you study his face. “You look exhausted Buck, is everything okay? Let me walk you to the med bay, maybe you’re getting immune to your insomnia medication and need a prescription change.” You give his knee a reassuring squeeze. 

     “I’m fine. There’s nothing Y/N, really.” He insists. Shaking his head, he rises to his feet. 

      “Buck, what’s going on?” You jump quickly to your feet and move to stand in front of him, blocking his way. He could easily overpower you, but you know he won’t. He’s too respectful for that. 

     “I’m worried about you, Buck.” You confess. Placing a hand on his chest, you gaze up at him with pleading eyes. When all else failed to sway him, you knew Bucky couldn’t turn down a wide-eyed dame.    

     His lips purse into a thin line, brow furrowing as he looks down at you. He sees the determination glinting in your eyes, he knows how headstrong you can be. You notice a muscle in his cheek twitch as he clenches his jaw, considering. 

     “It came back to me in a dream that night.” He says softly, making a wave of uneasiness wash over you. You fall silent, listening intently. 

     “It was like I was right there living it all over again.” He mutters as he stares down at the floor, purposely avoiding your concerned gaze. “I could see it happening right in front of me - the warehouse, the breeze, Mrs. Kennedy’s pink jacket - everything.” Goosebumps rise on your skin as he recalls the details of the assassination. The air between the two of you is suddenly thick, heavy. You feel your breath catch in your throat, your chest tightening.

     “He’s one of history’s most influential leaders, he could have done great things for the country, for the world if I hadn’t…” He shrugs, swallows hard before adding in a soft voice, “I thought you’d hate me. I wouldn’t - couldn’t if you…” He turns silent as he stuffs his hands into the front pockets of his sweats, head hanging in shame like a small child waiting to be scolded. 

      “Buck…” You start, but no words come. Completely taken aback by his admission, you blink several times and make a conscious effort to close your gaping mouth. You had thought he’d been right after all - that taking out a target in broad daylight, in front of hundreds of witnesses - was far from the Winter Soldier’s usual secretive mode of operation. 

     You knew your shock was not going to make the situation any easier on Bucky. Swallowing hard, you take a moment to collect yourself. You wet your lips with your tongue as you carefully consider your next move. You quickly decide it must be a drastic one. Bucky needs to understand just how much you don’t blame him for the Winter Soldier’s crimes. 

     Through with hesitating, you place your hands squarely on Bucky’s broad chest and give him a firm push. He stumbles backward a step, falling back to sit on the couch with a thud. You immediately move into his lap, straddling his thick thighs and taking his handsome face in your hands. The stubble decorating his jawline prickles your palms. Surprised, he gawks at you with wide eyes.

     “Barnes.” You growl as you stare him down determinedly. “You listen to me and you listen well, damn it. I would never blame you for the Soldier’s crimes.”  

     Apparently, you’d done a shit job of expressing that to him because here he was, standing before you and doubting your belief in his innocence. The thought of failing Bucky makes your chest physically ache and you swallow back the lump that has suddenly appeared in your throat. 

     Seeing your emotion, Bucky’s expression immediately softens from shock to concern. His large hands settle on your hips. “Doll,” He says softly, eyes searching yours. “Please don’t cry.”  

     “You’re a good man, Bucky Barnes.” You growl out as you blink back the tears welling in your eyes. “A damn good man.” He was your teammate, he was your friend. You would walk every step of a difficult path with him, you would fight his battles with vicious ferocity. 

     “And I’d kick the ever-loving shit out of anyone who had the stupidity to say otherwise.” You insist, eyes bearing into his.

     Bucky opens his mouth to speak, but no sound comes. Lost for words, he purses his lips together and you feel his hand move to the back of your head, pulling you down to him. You accept his embrace eagerly, winding your arms around his muscled frame and nuzzling your face against the warm skin of his throat. He tucks his chin down, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead as he snakes his arms around you.

     You burrow yourself into him, letting him envelop you. He’s so warm and solid you can’t help but melt against him. The two of you stay that way for a long while, silently comforting one another.

     When you finally raise your head from his shoulder, you start slightly when Buck tilts his head down, grazing his nose against your cheek. You feel your heart catch in your chest at his nearness and you freeze all at once. When his eyes flicker up to yours, then back to your lips, you realize what he’s asking.

     Hesitant, you tilt your head slightly, nudging the tip of your nose against his. Your eyes lock then and the two of you linger there for a moment, a scant breath between your lips, hearts caught in your throats. When he finally closes the gap, his full lips brushing lightly against yours, you let your eyes fall closed and relax into the kiss.

     You feel your cheeks flush with heat as the world begins to spin wildly around you, but Bucky is the only thing you can care about in this moment. Moving from their current position on his shoulders, your hands curl around the back of his neck, fingers weaving in the dark hair there as his lips leisurely caress yours. Your heart is pounding so forcefully in your chest that you’re sure he must be able to feel it, but still he keeps his leisurely pace. 

     His mouth moves warmly against yours, lips parting ever so slightly for his tongue to caress your bottom lip. You open yourself to him immediately, embracing the full, heady taste of him. His hands slide from your hips to your lower back, pulling you gently closer until your chest is flush against his.

     When his lips slip from yours you whine softly at the loss. You hear him chuckle deep in his chest at this as his lips dance across your cheek, over your jawline, and down to the sensitive skin beneath your ear. Light as a butterfly, the kisses make you blush and you shy away from him slightly.

     Confused, he raises his gaze back to yours, searching your eyes. Feeling suddenly bashful, you bite your lower lip and avoid his gaze, though you let him nuzzle your noses together and rest your forehead against his. Your eyes fall closed, savoring the tenderness of the gesture.

     “Doll?” He questions softly, whispering against your skin. You nearly moan when he nips gently at your bottom lip, asking for permission to take you again. Feeling your belly curl with lust and your nipples beginning to ache for his touch, you find your courage once more, letting your mouth find his again. Smiling against your lips, he returns the kiss eagerly.

     Your hands curl into fists on his chest, grasping the fabric of his white t-shirt. Sensing your growing need, his large hands have begun to roam over you as his tongue again slips between your lips and explores your mouth. They spread over your curves, caressing you with firm and encouraging squeezes. You can’t help but moan into his mouth as your body instinctively responds to him, your hips twitching against him, needing friction.

     “Have you guys seen Mister Star- whoa!” At Peter’s voice you jerk back from Bucky, but his strong arms don’t let you move away. He tucks you against his chest, keeping your blushing face from Peter’s view. 

     “Damn it, kid!” He roars, chucking a couch pillow at the intruder who has already turned and retreated back down the hall.

     “I didn’t see anything, I swear!” Peter calls over his shoulder.

     Cheeks flushing uncontrollably with warmth, you clasp your hands over your face in an attempt to compose yourself. Your heart is soaring in your chest. It feels like it’s about to burst through your ribs and scurry out onto the floor to break out in song and dance. You know that if you look up at Bucky and meet his gaze, you’ll erupt into an embarrassing level of giddiness.

     Still scowling and thoroughly irritated at being interrupted, Bucky turns his attention back to you. His expression softens when he sees the state you’re in and he clears his throat, eyes shifting nervously as he desperately tries to think of something to say. He tenderly coaxes your hands away from your face. 

     “Let me buy you dinner, doll.” He says sweetly, pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of your nose.

     Biting your bottom lip to contain the giddy smile that threatens to expose the extent of your joy, you can only nod eagerly. 

   Shaking his head at you, Bucky chuckles softly. “C’mere, doll.” He says as he pulls you back into his chest, wrapping his arms around you comfortingly. 

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Okay I’m so upset tumblr didn’t send me a notification for this and it’s taken me this long to come read it on my own because I’ve been so excited for this and OH MY GOD IT’S WONDERFUL. This is amazing, you’re amazing, and I’m smiling like an idiot because it’s so good and ugh I just wanna give him a big hug. (And ngl when Peter came in I almost lost it that kid’s too cute.) You did such a good job babe ❤️

Reasons [Bucky Barnes x Reader] Oneshot

Reasons: In which Bucky tries to rationalize with himself that there are so many reasons to protect you from him.

Words: 1933

Warnings: Idk, self-criticism, language, brief mentions of panic attacks, and fluff(?) that hopefully makes up for it.

A/N: I need to learn how to write summaries. This is my first piece that I’m posting so please give me feedback!! I hope this doesn’t disappoint :) Also, if you’d like to give me the honor of writing from one of your ideas, please do not hesitate to leave a request. Xx, Kaitlyn.

P.S.: This oneshot is based on this beautiful post! X.

Bucky couldn’t help but admire you as you stood on your front steps, looking as beautiful as ever. The sun was starting to go down, painting the sky with streaks of gold and orange and crimson, but he wasn’t paying attention to the sunset because he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. It was the middle of fall, but it was hot as hell, and there was a voice in the back of his mind asking him why in the name of God he had chosen to wear a long-sleeved shirt and a leather jacket today.

You, on the other hand, had opted for something much more appropriate; the yellow sundress you wore was the same color as the bouquet of sunflowers Bucky had bought you earlier that day, and it made Bucky realize why so many people said yellow was a happy color. It might just be the fact that you wore it that made him love it so much, though.

To an onlooker, you two couldn’t look more different. You with your sundress and your hair that blew in the breeze like you were hiding a fan somewhere to make you look picture perfect, and him with his jeans and his leather jacket and hair that desperately looked like it needed a haircut. You two looked like a cliché “you would never think they’d be together” couple.

Bucky was pulled out of his thoughts when you stepped closer to him, your hand resting on his arm as your lips curled up into the most gorgeous smile he’d ever seen.

“I had a really great time today.”

The sound of your voice made his stomach fill with butterflies, and he wondered when he turned into a schoolboy again. But, wait, he’d never gotten this flustered around girls as a schoolboy… It was only with you. He was just about to agree with your statement when you started to lean closer to him, your eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks when your eyes fell shut. His heart almost stopped and he began to panic, his mind starting to reel with a frenzy of thoughts.

He hadn’t kissed you yet, despite the fact that you two had been dating for months. He needed to go slow, and you understood that. He didn’t want to get himself too attached to you for fear that he would get his heart broken, but more than that, he didn’t want to break your heart. He didn’t deserve you. He just wanted to make things easiest for when you, inevitably, he presumed, decided that you couldn’t handle it anymore.

But you had no intention of ever doing that.

So now, looking at you leaning close to him with your eyes closed and waiting for him to finally let his lips find yours, all he could do was think about the small leather-bound notebook that was hidden away in the back of the drawer of his bedside table, filled with writing about numerous things. The most recent pages, however, he’d written with you in mind, and he could almost see the chicken-scratched words in front of him like headlines on a newspaper.

Reasons not to kiss her:

1. This sort of love is not allowed. You are both too soft, and the world around you is all knives and chipped teeth.

Bucky was hardly soft, but when he was with you, he definitely let his walls down. He couldn’t help this. You made him feel safer than he ever had in his entire life. You were safer than any walls he had ever built, and thank god because when you came into his life it was like you were stones hurled full force at the glass surrounding his heart. He let you in in ways that he had never expected to do with anybody. But he couldn’t bear the thought of one day having his guard down and having something awful happen to you. He knew how cruel the world was, and all he wanted to do was protect you from it.

2. No one ever taught you how to love. Your war paint and scarred hands could never hold her like she deserves.

You know the few moments just after you wake up and it feels like you’re floating? When you’re in this state that’s between dreams and reality, and you can just be without having to worry about anything that’s happening? Bucky hardly had any of those moments anymore, what with all of his nightmares that burdened him, reminding him constantly of what he had done. You always reminded him that he didn’t do it. But he knew that wasn’t true. It was him. His body. His hands. Maybe not his mind, but it was him. You did not deserve the kind of person that everyone was afraid of. You deserved someone who could hold you in soft arms. Even when he did have those ‘in between’ moments in the mornings, they didn’t last long, because he would pull himself out of bed and you would be the first thing that came to his mind when he saw himself in the mirror; he was a monster who didn’t deserve to hold the sweet girl that loved him so fully that he couldn’t help but feel guilty. That’s how he ended up punching his mirror, and how Steve had to tend to his wounded hand at four thirty on a Tuesday morning while simultaneously trying to prevent Bucky from having a panic attack.

3. No one has ever loved you this full surely you would drown in it all.

Bucky thought of this reason as he tried not to wince while Steve used an alcohol-soaked cotton ball to clean the cuts on his flesh hand. You loved him so fucking much, so much more than he had ever had the privilege to feel, and it overwhelmed him sometimes. And he felt guilty, so fucking guilty, because why was he feeling negatively about the fact that you loved him? He couldn’t help it. He wasn’t very good with emotions, so being with someone who was so full of them and expressed them in their purest and fullest forms sometimes made him unable to breathe. He didn’t know how to handle it, and that made him feel even more guilty. You shouldn’t have to calm him down while you express your love for him.

4. She belongs in a museum, and you are merely here to gaze. Look around you, all the signs scream ‘do not touch.’

This one came to Bucky after you dragged him to a museum. He didn’t want to go, because he joked that he didn’t want to see things from the 40s that made him feel old and like he had a place in the stupid museum where children and parents alike could gawk all they wanted. The thought was wiped from his mind when he saw you standing among the paintings and sculptures looking more beautiful than anything that was on display. It wasn’t him that should be in the museum–it was you. You were gorgeous and pure and delicate and surely he could break you just as easily as the stupid blue ceramic vase that had one of those ‘do not touch the art’ signs in front of it. His place was only to gaze upon you and your beauty. You were a masterpiece that needed to be guarded from harsh wandering hands.

5. She touches you like you’re fragile, and if you break you won’t be able to put yourself together again.

Despite how fragile you were, you treated him delicately, too. You knew that in contrast to Bucky’s hard exterior, he was fragile and needed your help sometimes. Bucky had a lot he had to deal with, to put it lightly, and you tried to do your best to support him through it. Bucky appreciated it, of course, because he knew more than anyone else that it was a day-to-day struggle with the fact that he was only one thread away from breaking at any point, and the threat of that thread snapping was terrifying for him. He feared that he’d be gone for good if he were to break like that, and that he’d be an unstable mess of a man that couldn’t fix himself.

6. She is all bubble gum skies and ChapStick kisses, and you cannot watch the love run out of another person’s eyes.

Every time you touched him or whispered soothing words into his ear, he felt a mix of adoration and love and guilt. You were one of the purest people on this earth, he was sure of it, and he could not be the person to ruin you. He would never be able to live with himself if he knew that he was the reason that the light faded from your eyes. Bucky loved that light so much, it made his heart swell with joy, and when you smiled he swore to himself he would never let anything hurt you. Especially himself.

7. If you jump, she might catch you, and then you’d have to watch as she tumbled through the dark.

You constantly swore that you would stand by his side no matter what, and he couldn’t decide how to feel about that. Of course it thrilled him to have someone who loved and cared for him so deeply, but it also scared him to his core. What if one day you followed him too far into the dark and he was the reason you were falling into the bottomless hole that was his life? What if he couldn’t pull you back out because he was already in so much deeper than you were, and all he could do was watch helplessly as you fell, too?

8. Her gaze is too gentle. You will not be the one to tell her that not everything can be fixed with a smile.

You two were like opposing forces. You were honey and warm breezes and you would never hurt a fly. Bucky was barbed wire and smoke and he had a death count that was more than he’d care to think about. He would protect you with his life, because he never wanted anything to taint the pureness and beauty you possessed.

9. She is so good. She is so good, and you cannot ruin one more good thing.

He would protect you with his life, but could he protect you from himself? He constantly ruined good things without meaning to, so how was he supposed to protect you when he could hardly protect anything else? He had had enough of being the reason good things went bad. He couldn’t be that reason anymore, and especially not with you.

10. You will not watch her crumble under the weight of your sins. She is too light, too breathless to be caught up in the dizziness of your heart.

His life was a whirlwind of disasters. He would not let you get swept up in the twister and thrown out of it broken and unrecognizable. Your love made his heart ache with wants and desires, but he swore to himself that he would not let you break because of who he used to be and who he had to face that he was now.

Bucky reached the end of his list, and it dropped him back into reality so hard that he almost fell on his ass. He looked at you in front of him, and his heart went from not beating at all to beating a mile a minute. He made a mental note to add another reason to his list.

Reasons to kiss her:

1. She loves you, and her eyes are closed, and didn’t your mother ever tell you not to leave a good thing waiting?

In that moment, Bucky decided that one reason to kiss you was better than a million notebooks filled with reasons not to.

So he did.

- Fin. X.

A/N: Okay so please please please let me know what you thought of this because I’ve been wanting to write for such a long time I just haven’t because I’ve been nervous. I’ve literally got a notebook with ideas in it so please leave me requests if you’d like to so I have more to write!! Xx.

I am freaking the fuck out. Freaking. The fuck. Out. I have been looking for a fic like this for so long because I have wanted to write and understand angsty Bucky because obviously he would feel these emotions; self loathing, self-hatred, unworthy, etc after everything he’s been through and GURL. HOLY SHIT did you knock it out of the park here. Holy shit this is so good. This is amazing. You fucking KILLED IT. The DEPTH and EMOTION in this fic… I feel like I’m going to have to read it multiple times to soak through and fully understand all the layers because it’s that FULL and LAYERED and EMOTIONAL. And holy shit I was so afraid he was going to break up with her and walk away THANK YOU FOR LETTING HIM KISS HER 💕💕💕💕💕

Oh my gosh you’re so sweet I’m actually blushing so hard right now ☺️ That is one of the nicest things anyone has ever told me about my writing!! I’m so so so glad you loved it so much, that means so much to me ❤️

An Early Gift

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 2698 Warnings: a touch of angst, lots of fluff

Summary: After reflecting on the last year of your relationship you and Bucky exchange Christmas gifts early

A/N: This is my submission for @buchonians​ 1K Writing Challenge! Congrats Steph and thank you for letting me participate! My prompt was #9 on the dialogue list “I should have told you a long time ago” As I was writing this I realized it was becoming a sequel to ‘Tis the Season You don’t have to read it first but go ahead and do it anyway ;) Also, one scene was kind of influenced by an episode of ER pic not mine (x)

Light snow began to cover the ground around the compound. Inside, logs were burning in the fireplace, its warmth extending throughout the beautifully decorated room. The lights on the tall spruce were twinkling, surrounded by an abundance of presents below. Christmas music filled the air as everyone sat around the huge dining table, partaking in the generous feast Tony always managed to cater so deliciously for holidays. It was Christmas Eve and you couldn’t think of anywhere you would rather be than here with your friends. As Tony began what would be a long speech to toast his friends (and also talk about himself in the process), your mind drifted as you reflected on the past.

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“God damn it” you looked up from your seat by the fire, the cafe was relatively quiet. The falling snow meant that customers were few and far between, not willing to risk the fast flurry of snowfall blanketing the earth. You had decided to take your break as Bucky took to creating the new variety of Christmas drinks for customers to enjoy, you shared a look with Steve. The newly graduated artist was currently drawing around the edges of the blackboard where the new drinks list would eventually be written.

“Why is this pattern so hard to do, everything looks like a dick. Snowmen are not supposed to look that” Bucky growled cleaning out the dirty jug into the sink, you watched as he grips the sides of the metal as the muscles in his back tighten. Steve gives you another look and you both cross over the small cozy cafe to the frustrated barista.

“Buck?” Steve walks around the counter to the brunette as you hop up onto the bar stool.

“Dicks, all of them. The all look like penises look” Bucky laments, pushing a cup of now cold hot chocolate you bite your lip to hold back your snigger. You look down at the erotic shape before looking back up.

“I’m sure it will bring Christmas cheer to the right crowd” Bucky groans at your joke as Steve shoots you a look, rubbing your boyfriend’s back.

“What exactly are you trying to achieve?” Steve asked gently as Bucky sighs.

“I want to do a simple snowman, but it’s just..not working” you smile softly as you watch your boyfriends. Steve nods softly at his words, you can practically see the gears shifting in his head.  

“You could always just use marshmallows” your suggestion is met with a blank stare.

“As much as I would love to do that, I just.. I want to put some effort into it. I want to make people smile” Bucky’s voice reduces to a whisper by the end of his sentence, you reach over to take his hand in yours

“And you will baby, you are the best barista on this side of town” you are rewarded with a small smile as the blonde man clears his throat.  

“Mind if I give something a try?” Steve asks gently, you rest your chin on your palm as Bucky nods stepping back to re-froth the milk for Steve’s use. Once the milk is steaming he hands it to Steve a look of curiosity and confusion on his face. Leaning forward you watch the foam art take shape, smiling brightly as Steve’s tongue pokes out the side of his mouth. A sure tell sign he was onto something amazing. In less than ten minutes the most charming design was presented to you and Bucky. The unmistakable shape of a reindeer completely with a red nose smiled back up at you. Letting out a delighted laugh you looked up at a bashful Steve rubbing the back of his neck

“Do you like it?” He mumbles, looking from you to Bucky who leans over. Pulling Steve face towards his he lands a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Where on earth did you learn that? Stevie, you’re a genius, now teach me” still laughing you bring the cup to your lips smiling at the sweet taste on your tongue as Steve shows Bucky step by step on how to make his next masterpiece.

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