Life Itself Is The Most Wonderful Fairy Tale. Hans Christian Andersen

“Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.” –Hans Christian Andersen

unexpected luck?

Summary: Your parents kick you out after they find out you are pregnant. Pregnant by a Shelby. But even John does not react to the news as you would have liked.

John Shelby x reader.

Words: 2784

Warnings: None, correct me if I´m wrong

English is not my mother tongue, so forgive me for mistakes.

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Your whole body is shaking, the strict glance of your mother burn under your skin. 

,,Who is it?” she asks with an angry voice, but you only shake your head. You couldn't answer. It only would make them angrier.

Your fathers fist hits the table. ,,Tell me! What's his name? Who got you pregnant? Or do you not even know? "

,,Shelby.” you whisper, tears running out of your eyes. 

,,You get yourself knock up by one of this fucking gypsies! I never trought that you are that dump.” your mother cursed. 

,,Get out. Ge out of my house! You brought shame on this family. I never want to see you again. After today, I no longer have a daughter.” your father say with a calm voice, and you know, when his voice has this tone you doesn´t argue. You just did what he said. So you grap your coat and run out of your house. The cold air hits you wet cheecks, tears still running out of your eyes. You run trought the dark streets, your lungs burn but you don´t stop until you stand vor Pollys door. It´s the only place you could go. You knock a few times at the door and it tooks a moment for Polly to open her door. She only wears her nightgrown, worry all written over her face. As she sees you she realxes for a second, than she saw your terars. ,,Y/N, what happend?” she asks and drag you inside in the warm house. You sad yourself in the kitchentabel still crying, Polly sits beside you strokes your back and remains silent. She waits for you to start speaking. . ,,My parents throw me out.” you said after a moment. 

,,Why?” 

You know she already knows, you saw it in her face yesterday, after John makes fun of you for sleeping the whole day and still being tried. Last week you ask her if she ha cherries in the house. Polly knows normally you hate cherries. You knows it since a few weeks, but hasn´t told John. Because you are arfraid of his reaction. He was only 17 Years old, you even a year younger. No one of you was able to look after a child. 

,,I told them that I am pregnant.” you whisper. Polly takes a deep breath and than she smiled warmly. 

,,What wonderfull news.” she said, you know she lied, its not. Times were hard and it doesn´t get better when you bring another mouth to feed at her table. But Polly knows that you need someone to reacts with joy. 

,,Have you told John?” she asks, don´t doubt for a second that he is the father. You two were dating for almost 1 Year now and both of you are head over heels in love. John doesn´t even mind that you can´t bee seen in public together, he understands that your parents would send you to your aunt in London in the second they will find out that you are dating a Shelby. Your parents hate the Shelbys, because of their not so legal business and because their are Gypsies. For your parents their were a plague, but you doesn´t mind. You fell in love with John in the second you meet him. You has a project at school with Ada, so she took you to her place and after a few minutes her brothers came through the door. Laughing and chase eachother through the small kitchen, of course the tea Ada hat place at the tabel spills all over you. John laughts at you and his blue eyeas sparkled in the light. In that moment you lost your heart to him. 

,,No.” you answerd. ,,I am to afraid. What if he insists that I get it taken away? I don't know if I can do that.” 

,,Should he do that, I'll take my kitchen knife and cut off his fucking cock” 

You can't help but laugh softly. Polly wipes the tears from your face. “Go to sleep now, it's late. And if you want we can tell him together tomorrow. Okay?"

,,Okay. Thank you Polly. " She gives you a warm smile and then sends you upstairs. You quietly open John's room door, his loud snoring sounds in your ears. You drop your coat on the floor and slip off your dress. Only in underwear you climb into the warm bed. When you snuggle up to his side he wakes up, immediately his arms close around you and he presses a kiss on your forehead. ,, Y / N. What are you doing here? ”He asks in a sleepy voice.

“I'll explain it to you tomorrow. I'm too tired to talk right now. "

John gently strokes your arms and pulls you closer to his warm chest. ,,Okay.“ He's too tired to worry about why you sneak into his bed in the middle of the night and it's too dark for him to see the tears on your face. He kisses you and crosses his legs with yours, he wants you to be as close as possible to him. You listen to his calm breath and his heart. The rhythmic beating of his heart and the familiar smell quickly lull you into a dreamless sleep.

 You wake up before the sun really comes up. John is peacefully sleeping next to you. And even if you are emotionally and physically exhausted, you cannot lie down. Carefully you free yourself from Johns embrace and climb out of bed. You put your dress back on and sneak down the stairs. Tommy is sitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea and the newspaper. A cigarette hangs in the corner of his mouth, the smell of the smoke makes you sick for a moment.

"Good morning Tommy."

,,Good morning Y / N. What are you doing here? Didn't even know you slept here. It was suspiciously quiet for you to be there. "

"Shut up, Shelby." Those nights got you into this shitty situation in the first place, or the afternoons by the river, or the evenings in the back alley next to the Garrison. You don't even know how long you've been pregnant. 5 weeks? Maybe 6? Or longer? You take a cup of tea and fill Tommy's cup again. Then you let yourself fall on the kitchen table. Tommy's gaze attentive is to you. You haven't looked in the mirror, but you're sure that you look like a mess.

"Are you okay?"

"No." You shake your head and take a sip of tea. Before Tommy can ask any further questions, John comes down the stairs into the kitchen.

"I thought I had dreamed that you were here when you weren't lying next to me this morning." He says, he sounds happy and you'd like to start crying right away. He puts a kiss on your lips and lights up on one of Tommy's cigarettes. Polly walks into the room and gives you an encouraging smile. "Slept well?" She asks the group. Tommy and John nod but you just stare into your tea. Polly pats you on the shoulder as she walks past you. "Tommy. Please leave us alone for a moment." Tommy looks confused at his aunt, but then gets up and disappears from the kitchen with his newspaper. John looks back and forth between you and his aunt in confusion, his happy smile has disappeared from his lips.

"Can't we wait a little longer?" You ask quietly, but Polly shakes her head.

"Wait with what?" Asks John skeptically, he grabs your hand but you pull it away and clasp your cup. He looks at Polly. "Wait with what?" he repeats his question. Polly takes a deep breath, lights a cigarette, and joins you at the table. You wish to be very far away, your whole body is shaking and you feel sick. He will leave you, you and the child. His child. ,,What the fuck is going on here? Would someone please talk to me? Y / N? What's happening? Please talk to me. "He sounds a little desperate, fear is reflected in his blue eyes.

“I have decided that Y / N will be living here from now on. This decision stands and will not be discussed. "Says Polly determined and looks at you encouragingly. You knew that Polly would never put you on the street, not like your parents. But to hear that you have a home here, no matter what, it lowers your nervousness a little.

"John." You start and stare further into your tea, but John carefully grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. "I'm pregnant with your child. Our child." Shock and disbelife are reflected in his face, he lets his hand drop. He doesn't say a word, then he gets up and storms out of the kitchen.

"JOHN!" Polly yells after him, but you collapse and start crying again. He didn't say anything and just ran away. He left you, just as you feared. Although you didn't actually think he would ever leave you. Maybe force you to have an abortion. But in none of your horror scenarios that have been going through your head for the past few days he has left you. Even in your worst nightmares, you can't imagine him leaving you. Still, he just did it.

Tommy comes back into the kitchen.

"What's going on?" He asks, then his gaze falls on you. You are still crying at the kitchen table, subconsciously you have placed a protective hand over your stomach. Tommy notices this and understands immediately. "Where is John?"

"Run away. Like a bloody coward. "Polly sounds angry. She hadn't expected such behavior from John. Polly sits down next to you and rubs your back soothingly.

"I'm tired," you utter between sobs.

"Of course." Polly says gently. "Get some sleep and I'll bring you some food later." You nod and drag yourself up the stairs, Finn is sitting on the top step.

"I was listening," he says quietly, sounding incredibly guilty.

"It's okay."

"What does it mean to be pregnant?" Asks the little boy.

“It means that I'm going to have a baby. And you have a nephew or a niece. " Finn nods even if you're sure he doesn't really understand. After all, he's only four years old.

"Then why are you sad?" He asks.

"Because your brother is a fucking ass."

"No cursing around Finn." Tommy calls up the stairs, which puts the slightest smile on your face.

You bend down and kiss Finn's hair. "Polly is waiting with breakfast." The little boy jumps up and runs down the stairs. ,,Are you not coming?"

"Leave Y / N alone today, she is very tired and needs to rest." Finn still looks confused but doesn't question his aunt's words. You open John's room door, the bed is unmade and his things are scattered all over the place. You sigh, push a pair of dirty pants aside with your foot and lie down in his bed. The sheets smell way too much of John and tears are streaming down your cheeks again. You curl up and cry yourself into a restless sleep.

 You are woken up by loud screams from below. You can't understand exactly what is being said, but you can hear Polly's angry voice. You carefully wrap yourself out of the sheets and creep into the hallway. Finn is already back at the top of the stairs and you let yourself sink down next to him.

"Are you listening again?"

"Yes." You concentrate on the voices, although the door has been closed you can now hear them clearly.

"... like a goddamn idiot, how could you do that? You impregnate her and then run away! What kind of man are you? "

"Shut up your fucking mouth Polly. I didn't run away. I'm here now, just had something to do first."

"Buy a train ticket?" You hear Ada's angry voice, of course the whole family has already been informed about the situation. "Or borrow money for the doctor? What are you going to do John? Do you want to force her to have the baby removed? Y/N is the best that ever happend to you and she brings you wonderful news! And what are you doing? You run away even though she needed you. "

You hear glass breaking. Probably John's patience has come to an end, and then he reacts like a wild animal in a cage, he attacks.

"Stay here." You say to Finn and run down the stairs. You have to prevent bloodshed between the siblings.

You open the door and enter the room, immediately everyone is quiet and looking at you.

A relieved smile appears on John's lips and he comes up to you to pull you into a hug.

"They didn't want to tell me where you are." He whispers, his voice sounds relieved, but you tense up and push him away from you. Tears gather in your eyes.

“I don't want an abortion. I know we're too young but I can't. I could never come to terms with the idea of ​​killing my baby. "Your hand wanders back to your stomach to place it protectively on your unborn child." I know it's unfair, but I made my decision and if you did then want an abortion, then.. then… I don't know either. " you take a deep breath. "Don't worry, you don't have to take care of us, I can do it myself."

,,What? No! Why is everyone here always talking about a fucking abortion? That child will stay right where it is  for the next nine months. And you don't have to do anything on your own. "

You look at him confused. "Then why did you run away? If you're not angry, why did you leave me? "

,,I did not leave you. Sure, I was shocked and yes we are young but a child! You have our child, why should I leave you? I love you Y / N and I will love our child. I just had to do something. "

“What was so important? What's so important that you leave me alone in the worst moment of my life. "Tears are running down your cheeks again, you can't understand why he ran away the moment you needed him. John takes a deep breath and takes yours hand.

“I'm sorry I ran away, I know it wasn't the right reaction. But I need a ring for a proposal. "He smiles at you and then goes down on one knee. With his free hand he pulls a silver ring out of his vest pocket. Polly and Ada utter a surprised cry while you just put your hand over your mouth and look down at John in shock.

"Y / N, would you do me the honor of making me the happiest man in the world and marrying me?"

You can only nod. John smiles in relief, gets up and kisses you full of passion and love. "Yes?" He whispers against your lips.

"Yes of course you fucking idiot." When he puts the ring on your finger, his hands are trembling slightly.

Arthur and Tommy start clapping and cheering. Ada pulls you into a tight hug, you smile at Polly over her shoulder and she smiles back, all the anger is gone and suddenly there is a happy mood in the air.

 A week later you and John step in front of the altar. You sent an invitation to your parents, but they didn't show up. Of course it hit you, but you don't need them. The moment you walk out of the church with John by your side, you know everything will be fine. After all, you're a Shelby now.

There's a little party at the Garrison, of course John's whole family is there, and a couple of friends, Freddie Throne flirts with Ada all the time, but her brothers are too drunk to really notice. You smile at Ada across the table and raise your glass. She rolls her eyes and turns back to Freddie.

"At least the kid isn't going to be a bastard," laughs Arthur.

"Shut up you fucking asshole." You and John shouts at the same time.

Arthur starts laughing and Tommy gives him a brotherly slap on the shoulder. "Y / N already sounds like a Shelby."

“Yes, because she is  a fucking Shelby. Isn't it Mrs. Shelby? "

Hearing your new last name for the first time makes you feel warm and you can't help but smile at your husband. "Of course, finally I'm your wife, Mr. Shelby."

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MASTERLIST

Game of Thrones

Promise (Jon Snow x Y/N)

Knights and Heros (Sansa Stark and Robb Stark)

Lord Stark (Robb Stark x LannisterReader)

House of the Dragon

Dragons and Roses (Aegon II Targaryen x Y/N Tyrell) series masterlist Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 [coming soon]/ Part 4

Dawn and Dusk (Aegon II Targaryen x Sister (Reader)) - smut/ 18+

Bounded by... (Helaena Targaryen x Aegon II Targaryen) Bounded by fire and pain (Helaegon// Green siblings) Bounded by fire and love (Helaegon) - smut/dark/18+

My Mothers Rage (Helaena Targaryen)

melting Ice (Aemond Targaryen x Reader)

She was sunshine I was midnight rain (Aemond Targaryen x WifeReader)

Learn to Love you (Aemond Targaryen x WifeReader)

Shameless (IS)

Where's my fucking teenage Dream? (Lip Gallagher x Milkovich Reader)

Peaky Blinders 

unexpected luck? (John Shelby x Y/N)

This isn't "goodbye", this is simply "see you later" - Series    Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3 

MCU 

 A Relationship with Bucky Barnes 

 Ghost of you (Bucky Barnes x Y/N)

Right in front of you (Bucky Barnes x Y/N) AU

Can I get the prompt “I’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again” with Bucky…but with reader saying it to Bucky? 🥺

I just want to hold our sad boy and make him feel safe and loved 😭❤️

(thank you in advance)

Homecoming ✗

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: “Of course, Bucky’d been a soldier twice over—in service of country and in service of something else. Drafted once and brainwashed another. But he supposed death looked the same no matter the reason you were pulling the trigger. It always looked the same—felt the same—in his nightmares.”

warning(s): 18+, minors dni, mentions of nightmares, mentions of blood, mentions of PTSD, mentions of war, mentions of death, allusions to sex, canon-typical violence

word count: 1.2k

( masterlist // ko-fi // library )

Bucky was just a baby when the First World War had ended—“the war to end all wars,” they had called it.

They’d lied. Bucky had paid for that lie.

Bucky’d been just a baby when the soldiers came home. He didn’t remember the celebrations. It was only through his mother’s recollection that he’d known about how New York harbor had flooded with men cheering and women crying and children shouting. The pubs had been run dry by the weekend’s end. Across the city, a man couldn’t get a pint for nearly a week after.

It was the kind of homecoming he’d dreamed about when he’d managed to find some sleep in the trenches of Europe.

Bucky had been five—maybe six years old—when his Uncle Philip had come to stay with them. His ma’s baby brother, Philip had inherited dark brown hair that curled around his temple and blue eyes that shifted nervously when he spoke. He slept on the sofa in their living room for a year and a half, nursing hangovers and crying in his sleep and holding a rag over the black eyes he’d earn from picking fights down at Molly’s pub, before Bucky’s ma had enough of him and sent him away to live with an aunt.

“He wasn’t always like this,” Bucky’s ma had sighed sadly at the dinner table, head in her hands. “War has a way of changin’ a man.”

Dr. Raynor would have probably diagnosed Uncle Philip with PTSD. One afternoon with Bucky, and she’d rattled off the acronym. Post-traumatic stress disorder. Raynor said it was common in soldier who’d seen combat. Soldiers like Philip. Soldiers like Bucky.

Of course, Bucky’d been a soldier twice over—in service of country and in service of something else. Drafted once and brainwashed another. But he supposed death looked the same no matter the reason you were pulling the trigger.

It always looked the same—felt the same—in his nightmares.

They’d began in Italy in the cold of 1943 and had followed him through space and time to 2023, a subconscious stain on the folds of his brain, a permanent impression of death and pain.

Sometimes, it was his blood he saw in the snow. Other times, the blood ran from someone else’s temple.

He screamed just the same.

Bucky was embarrassed—mortified, really—the first time he’d stayed the night. He’d been avoiding it for months, making up excuse after excuse for why he couldn’t stay. His cat couldn’t be trusted to be left alone all night. He had to be up early for his therapy appointment. He wanted to check on Yuri.

He’d run out of excuses, and, honestly? He’d wanted to stay.

He wanted to wrap his arms around her as she slept. He wanted to wake up next to her in the morning, kiss her cheek and hear her yawn. He wanted to listen to her say she loved him in that deep, sleepy voice he’d only been privileged enough to hear over the phone. He wanted to roll her on her back and make love to her in the morning before the sun rose.

He wanted to stay.

So he’d packed an overnight bag and set his toothbrush on her counter and held her in his arms and listened for her breathing to slow, and he’d stayed. He’d fallen asleep, a smile on his face, and awakened to screaming.

“Bucky,” she’d called out for him softly. “Bucky.”

He’d stopped screaming. Her hands were flat against his chest. His heart was hammering away in his chest so violently that he wondered if she couldn’t feel it too, the dangerous rhythm replicated into the skin of her palms.

“Sorry, sorry,” he’d choked. It was dark, and he couldn’t see her face. He was thankful for that. “I, uh, was dreaming.”

“It’s okay.” She sounded tired, voice deepened with sleep. There was an edge to her voice. “I can turn on the lights—”

“No,” he’d said too quickly. “I’m—I’m okay.”

There was a pause, then, and Bucky’s heart plummeted fifty feet. A violent drop. He half expected to feel his back against the snow.

But then her voice was warm and light, a sweet, sightless helium he could trust to inflate the thin skin of his heart. “Can I hold you?”

It rose, tentatively, in his chest.

“Uh,” he’d wiped at his sweat-covered forehead. “Yeah. Yeah.”

Her arms were all soft where his were hard and muscled or metal. Her fingers, gentle and light in their movements, rubbed abstract images into the bare skin of his shoulder. She touched him, not like he was broken and she might slice her fingers on his rough edge, but as if he were precious. Her fingers ran across his skin as if she were intent on reading each scar as a hieroglyph. Goosebumps rose in their wake.

Bucky laid against her in silence for nearly forty breaths. Twenty rises and twenty falls of her chest.

“I’m never going to let them hurt you again.”

He’d lifted his head, sure the beat of her heart in his ear had blundered his hearing.

But she’d said it again: “They’re never going to hurt you again.”

Her arms were still wrapped around him, soft and undefined. Her fingers, curled around the slight wave of his hair, had never known the curve of a trigger. Her hands, clean of blood, held him steady.

She couldn’t hit an unmoving target from ten feet away. He’d never felt safer.

Bucky bit his tongue to keep from choking on tears. The taste of blood filled his mouth as he admitted, “That’s only half of what I’m worried about.”

“I won’t let you hurt anybody else,” she promised. “You won’t hurt anybody. Nobody’s going to hurt you. You’re safe.”

He swallows hard, the taste of blood disappearing down his throat, replaced by the taste of salt that collects against the shape of his mouth.

“Safe,” Bucky repeats, the word shaky on his lips.

Bucky Barnes knew lies. He’d paid for the lies of far better men than him. He was still making payments on the lies of evil men. A lie was costly. It smelled expensive. James Buchanan Barnes could sniff out a lie from a mile away.

“Safe,” she confirms, soft arms and warm hands encircling his waist. “I promise,” she whispers, a non-lethal index finger finding a runaway curl at his temple.

Bucky had nodded slowly, pressing his nose into the smooth column of her neck and breathing in deeply. Truth smelled like her shampoo.

In the end, homecoming was different than he had dreamed.

It wasn’t loud cheering at the harbor, or stale beer sloshed across bar tops, or dancing until your feet bled. It was the dead quiet of night, the stillness of your own heart in your chest, the silence of your mind. It’s the absence of violence, a promise of a life without it—no more bloody feet.

For the first time in decades, Bucky had thought of his Uncle Philip as he’d dozed off to a restful sleep. He closed his eyes, said a prayer like his ma had taught him, and hoped his familiar blue eyes had known peace.

Hi Chrissy! If asks are open I’d love to see TFATWS!Bucky falling in love with his f!neighbor? Some mutual pining/fluff would be super cute. Love banter too. Maybe he always shows up at her place at random times just to see her until he tells her how he feels. Hope you’re well 🥰

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐫 | 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

Pairing: tfatws!Bucky x f!neighbor!reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: SFW! Drinking. Fluff, mutual pining. A little angsty close to the end. Reader can be any race!

A/N: This is sooo cute! Thank you for your request!

bucky barnes masterlist

After decades of brainwashing and torment, Bucky never thought he was worthy of love. He slept on the floor, feeling like he didn’t deserve his bed. He drank away his sorrows, hating the fact that he couldn’t feel the effects of alcohol and forget everything he’d done. Every victim, every person he hurt, he painfully remembered.

He felt he’d just adjust to civilian life and live the rest of his days alone. He’d be the lonely man walking around the streets of Brooklyn, drinking by himself at the bar, going home to an empty apartment.

However, things changed when he came home one afternoon to find you, helping the movers into your new apartment, which was right next to Bucky’s. Your back was turned towards him, so the first thing he noticed were the shorts you were wearing, your legs completely on display. He looked away quickly, not wanting to be impolite. They were nice legs, though he didn’t want to be caught staring. Then you turned and made eye contact with him, a bright smile spreading across your face at the sight of your new neighbor.

Bucky was shocked. Even in the 40s, he hadn’t seen a person quite as striking. He’d never seen a face that suited a body- or a smile that suited a face- more. You walked up to him, introducing yourself and that you were new to the area. Bucky, still unsure of what to say, just smiled in response and shook your hand, finally finding the words. “I’m Bucky. Nice to meet you.”

You wouldn’t leave his mind for a long time. He’d listen closely- for once being grateful for his enhanced hearing- to perfectly time leaving his apartment when you left yours. You just had a way of speaking, a way of being, that was charming to him. There would be days where you’d walk out of the building together, striking up a quick, lighthearted conversation. Nothing more than, “I hear it’s supposed to rain later today,” or “Any weekend plans?” He hardly knew anything about you, what was he doing falling for you like this?

“Hey, just so you know, I’m having a few people over on Saturday. We won’t be too crazy, I promise.” You said to him one day. You’d been knocking on everyone’s door on the floor to let people know- not for the attention, just so that you’d be as respectful as possible. There were older people, families with babies- the last thing you wanted was to disturb one of them in the middle of the night with anyone being too loud or obnoxious music.

“What’s the occasion?” Bucky asked, intrigued.

You smiled, visibly amused, “It’s Halloween.”

“Oh.” He internally winced. It was so obvious, the apartment lobby had been decorated with orange and black dollar store streamers and pumpkins. He’d been so far removed from civilian life that he had forgotten what actual civilians were celebrating.

“Well, you’re welcome to come over if you want. Costume or not, it doesn’t matter.”

“Thanks, but parties aren’t really my thing.” Bucky said. He internally winced again, knowing he must’ve sounded rude.

But you hardly even noticed, “No worries! But it’s really just going to be my friends and I drinking and watching Beetlejuice or something… hardly even a party.”

Bucky smiled. “Well, I hope you have a good time. If you need anything, I’ll be right here.”

When he closed the door, you let out a smitten sigh. You had to admit, he was really cute. Maybe you wanted to let him know about the party in case he did want to show up. Finally tell your friends about your cute, quiet, mysterious next-door neighbor. Maybe you’d get another chance; “accidentally” break your dishwasher in hopes he’d know how to fix it.

When Saturday came, it’d gone exactly how you thought it would. Some friends showed up in costume, others didn’t, you all talked, drank, ate the snacks that you made and others brought, and put on a Halloween movie at the end of the night. You were grateful none of your friends were too loud, but you all still managed to have a memorable night.

When the smoke alarm started to go off in the hallway, you shot angry eyes at your friends, knowing one of them had to be responsible. But everyone you had invited was sat innocently in your living room, not a soul was standing near anything that could possibly catch fire. Telling your friends to stay calm and put, you peeked your head out your front door, noticing Bucky in the hallway, fanning an old newspaper above his head to keep the smoke away from the alarm. A few other heads poked out of the apartments, just to make sure they didn’t have to evacuate the building.

“Is everything okay?” you asked.

Bucky looked embarrassed. “I wanted to try actually making something for dinner instead of going out like I always do… didn’t exactly work out.”

You covered your mouth, trying to contain a laugh. He noticed and slumped his shoulders, smiling back. “It’s okay. I know, I’m an idiot.”

You let out a laugh, which was music to Bucky’s ears. He’d just wanted to have another quiet night. Now he’d be known by the entire floor, including you, as the idiot who almost set his apartment on fire trying to make a simple dish.

“Do you need a fan?” you asked, to which Bucky tucked his lips in and nodded.

You walked back into your apartment to grab your standing electric fan, peeking at your friends’ concerned faces. You assured them everything was okay.

The next morning, after all your friends had left, you knocked on Bucky’s door again, a plate full of leftover food from the night before in your hands. He answered, taking one look at the plate with a smile plastered on his face. “I can’t keep taking things from you,” he said.

“It’s alright. This isn’t even half of what was left. Give me my fan back and we’re even.”

Bucky smiled, invited you inside, and set the fan next to you as you put the plate on his table. His apartment was nearly empty, which struck you as odd. He analyzed the plate you brought him. Some sweet foods, some savory, with a few candies and store-bought treats on the side in case he didn’t like anything that was homemade. It was thoughtful. It made him feel like someone cared about him.

After that day, the two of you had a routine going. He’d happily repair something in your apartment and you’d thank him with a plate of food. You’d offer to try something he made, and if it was edible, you’d celebrate with him with a bottle of wine. The two of you were definitely growing closer, sometimes going as far as sharing a plate or feeding each other if one of you was extremely eager for the other to try it.

When you awoke one night to a yell from next door, it concerned you. Lightly knocking on his front door, hoping not to startle him, you waited for him to come to you. He answered, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and dog tags around his neck, and he was nearly drenched in his own sweat. “Are you okay? I heard someone yelling.”

You peeked behind him, seeing a thin blanket and throw pillow on the hardwood floor of his living room. Had he been sleeping there?

“I’m alright. Don’t worry about me.”

“Are you sure? You know you can talk to me-“

“Dammit, I said I’m fine!” Bucky raised his voice, startling you. You didn’t expect him to snap at you like that. You stepped back, and though it was the smallest of motions, Bucky noticed. He noticed immediately that he scared you. That maybe, if only for a split second, you saw him as the monster everybody else had told him he was. “I uh- I’m gonna go back to bed now.” he said, slowly and quietly closing the door.

For a week, Bucky didn’t talk to you. You didn’t bring over a plate of leftovers, you didn’t ask him to fix anything, you didn’t come out at the same time as him to walk out of the building in the mornings. He’d become a hermit, locking himself in his apartment and staying there for days.

You started to accept that whatever was growing between you two was gone now, and would likely never come back.

You were about to check out for the night, sat in your living room watching a rerun of an older sitcom, when there was a knock at your front door.

On the other side was Bucky, holding a bag of takeout in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. He could hardly get out his apology when you sighed in relief and leaned to kiss him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his words nearly muffled by your lips still against his, “there’s so much about me I need to tell you. So much that you don’t know. I don’t know if you’ll still like me after. But you make me feel the best I’ve felt in a really long time. I really like you.”

You melted into his touch, not wanting your lips to part away from his. “I really like you too, Buck.”

Inviting him inside, you never wanted your lips to leave his. It was never anything more than just kissing, but it still felt fulfilling. For weeks, the two of you had been hoping and wishing it would come to this, and now it finally happened.

You didn’t know exactly what you were in for when it came to Bucky, but you didn’t care. He made you feel good too, and you’d spend however long he would let you reminding him that there was someone out there who cared about him.

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒏𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒔 》𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔

pairing 》 bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary 》 bucky comes home from a mission after being away for a while.

warnings 》 mentions of case details, I don't think there's any others

word count 》 1,119

a/n 》 I thought of this idea and I haven't written in a long time. I really hope you all like it! thoughts are always appreciated 💗 if anyone needs anything my dms are always open :)

Bucky Barnes was a snuggler, there was no other way to put it. He always wanted to cuddle, in the morning, at night, during the day. Every minute of every day Bucky wanted to cuddle and there was nothing more adorable than his puppy eyes when he was asking for a cuddle.

Bucky had been on a long mission. It originally was only meant to be for a few days but things went wrong and it had been going on for way too long in his opinion. It had been almost a month since he’d last seen you, last felt you in his arms, felt your heartbeat. He needed to be with you and the whole ride back to the compound all he could think about was finally being back in your arms.

When he arrived back it was early in the morning, he knew your work schedule so he knew you weren’t working and he was hoping that you were still sleeping soundly in your shared bed. He’d never run so fast when the jet landed, the thought of you finally being back in his arms making him run faster than he ever has before.

When he arrived at the door to your shared room, he carefully unlocked it, almost sneaking into the room so if you were asleep he didn’t wake you. The apartment was quiet, the only thing that could be heard were the soft snores coming from your room. Bucky smiled to himself when he heard you sleeping, he loved the peace and quiet and how beautiful you looked when you smiled in your sleep.

He tiptoed into your room, thanking the lord for the shower he took on the jet on the way back. He carefully took off all of his clothes, being careful with his tactical jacket not to be too loud. He pulled the covers back, climbing in next to you. His arms instantly wrapped around you, sighing in relief when he could feel your heartbeat. You smiled so widely, turning his arms and placing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“You’re back” You whisper softly, your throat still a little dry from being asleep.

“I am! I’m sorry for waking you” He replies, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, I told you I want you to wake me up when you get back if i’m asleep, I’ve missed you my love” You smiled, burying your head into the crook of his neck, trying to get impossibly closer to him.

“I’ve missed you too doll” He smiles, snuggling into you.

You both stayed like this for what felt like hours, luckily you didn’t have to work so you could spend the day with Bucky just relaxing and doing some odd jobs around the place. You both eventually got up, deciding to go out for a walk and to get some breakfast from your favourite place.

As much as you didn’t want to leave Bucky’s arms, the excitement of getting your favourite food and going for a walk in your favorite place gave you the motivation to get up. Seeing the smile on Bucky’s face when you asked if he wanted to go warmed your heart. He truly deserved all the happiness in the world.

The walk to the small café where you and Bucky usually go for breakfast was a beautiful one. The air had a cold freshness to it, Bucky’s hand in yours and the beautiful sound of the chirping birds making your smile impossibly wider. The café had a beautiful view of the parks lake, the different kinds of wildlife making an appearance just as you were seated in your favourite spot, a corner directly by the window allowing you to look at the clear, shining lake just outside. It wasn’t very busy, only a few older couples sat scattered around the place all engaged in conversations of their own.

Bucky couldn’t help but admire the happiness radiating from you, the smile you gave him every so often making his heart flutter. His grip tightened on your hand, giving it a loving squeeze as he offered you a smile in return. You ordered your favourite, the waffles from this café were the best you’d ever had and the strawberries were so fresh and delicious plus the added bonus of chocolate in the morning made everything better. Bucky got his usual pancakes with blueberries and syrup. He could never forget the first time you took him to this place, it was your fourth date and you decided you wanted to show him your favourite place and boy was he thankful you did.

The conversation flowed between the two of you effortlessly like usual, he told you some things about the mission, only the bare details but it was all you needed to know. You told him what you’d been up whilst he was gone and all the things you planned to do now he was home.

After breakfast that you’d eaten way too much of, Bucky decided a nice walk around the lake would be the perfect idea. You both walked hand in hand, you snuggled into his side as you admired the lake and views in front of you. All the stress you may have felt before about Bucky on his mission or about work just disappeared the minute Bucky came home. When you could see him okay and unhurt, the biggest relief washes over you.

The walk home was just as beautiful as the walk there, you even found a huge pile of leaves that Bucky couldn’t help but jump in, dragging you along with him in fits of giggles.

When you arrived home you couldn’t wait to start the movie day you had planned for you both. You took the liberty of getting all of Bucky’s favourite snacks and drinks ready to binge watch movies he was trying to make his way through on his list of movies.

You created the perfect blanket bed on the couch, moving all of the pillows, duvets and blankets you could find, making Bucky chuckle when you tried to carry them all in your tiny arms. You set them all up with the help of Bucky of course. You jumped into Bucky’s arms the minute he sat down, snuggling into him as you wrapped the blankets around you both. Bucky started the movie, holding you safely in his arms as placed a soft kiss to your lips.

“I love you doll” He whispers softly as you smile impossibly wider up at him.

“I love you too baby” You reply, kissing him back sweetly.

There was no place you’d rather be.