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Oh my God! pt 1 Mythology AU

A/N: This is an avenger x reader. English is not my native language so I apologize for any mistake. Italics mean that the character is thinking. The Marvel characters belong to Marvel, the gifs and images belong to their owners, I only own the plot.

Warnings: None

-Humans…- (Y/N) thought as she walked up the avenue of the city. -Always so noisy. I almost forget how rambunctious they can get…

She preferred the apparent tranquil of her domains, so full of life but so enormous that all the hubbub of it becomes an almost mute background harmony, yet it’s still there.

-Noisy and imaginative- looking up, the female stopped on her tracks as she came across one of the temples that these puny humans had erect on her honor. A big polished stone structure held up by many columns, and with a trident sculpted on the pediment.

She could only just hold her laugh as she caught a glimpse at her representation situated, on a little pool, inside of the temple. Cold, marble eyes stared right back at her, set above a frowning mouth covered by an abundant beard. Going down, the flat, pale, naked body rested upon a stone, coming out of the water, holding up in its hand a trident made of solid gold that shined under the orange light of the late afternoon. Don’t get her wrong, the statue was beautifully made, the artist was great, really, but, for her, it was a little too…well, male.

Shaking her head, (Y/N) continued her journey navigating through the sea of people that were out for walks, socializing, hearing the philosophers debate, or buy some goods on the stands of the market. Swimming through the busy agora at that hour was no easy feat, people were not always at their politest and the vast amount of white clothes could make someone lost their path.

-“Make way, γυναίκα!” (woman)- yelled a big and sweaty aristocrat while shoving her, and sending a dirty look in her general direction, not really acknowledging her. –“Damn these wandering fools, standing on the path of the higher ups! We better not arrive late for the elections at the Forum”

-“They should learn about social propriety, right μέλι?” (honey)- The jeweled woman on his arm spat, looking down on (Y/N).

The water on the cups and basins of nearby merchants started to ripple as (Y/N) stumbled and to an upright position after being thrown out of balance by the rude humans. The thought of following him and drowning him when he went to drink crossed briefly her mind, but was put off by the remembrance of the meeting she had to attend. He was probably already waiting for her…Leave it to him to be there at the agreed upon hour, not a minute early, not a second late. Calming down, she continued her upwards path towards the shinning temple on the top of the hill.

Overlooking the city, the temple was beautiful, but smaller than her own to her secret delight. Sleek columns and clean lines, supporting a red roof with an owl on the pediment, that gave protection to the sculpture of a woman in battle armor and with a round shield by her feet. In the shadow of the great marble woman was waiting, serious faced, her meeting for the evening.

-“Oh, Wise One! Do not look at me with that guise, Great Athena, for I might cower upon your immense grace!”- (Y/N) doubled at the waist on a mock bow.

-“You should’ve been here in time, I wouldn’t be upset at you. You are 6 minutes late, Poseidon”- said the figure, crossing their pale arms, the frown on their face deepening in an attempt to suppress the light smile threatening to show at her quirkiness.

-“C’mon!! Six minutes! That’s nothing compared to the span of our lives! Don’t be like that, Steve! I’ve been mauled over by unrespectful pedestrians, ignored and looked down by them too…not to mention that I’m out of the water! And all of this for you!! Why won’t you give me a good-heartened greeting and gift me with one of your beautiful smiles, Virgin Warrior? It’s the least you could give me…”- She dramatically complained, clinging to one of his big muscled arms, distracting her momentarily from her pained feet, not used to wearing any kind of foot-wear.

-These arms thou…- She thought, lightly squeezing.

-“So what was so important that you called upon this goddess to rise from the sea? Has some pitiful quarrel taken place between you and Hephaestus? Fighting for the love of Ares again? Should Hermes run with the notice for the gods to assemble again, ready for battle? Maybe Aeolus should still the winds for war? Or Angelos warn her brother of the incoming mass of dead mortals that are to swarm their realm when this is over? Should I rise the waters again to drown the souls of- mphmm!”- he put one of his big hands over her mouth stopping the rambling.

-“Would you just let me speak? By the Titans (Y/N)! Stop!”- He laughed at the frown on her face. Huffing she released his biceps and took a step back from his body.

-“Well when you only have sea-life to talk to, you become a little bored. They only have just about enough themes to engage in small talk, never anything too deep. And then, the nymphs are just the worst. Real gossipers. The only good thing is that I get to know what happens out of my oceans…”- (Y/N) pouted, admiring how the fading light of the day created lovely shadows on the very female representation of her friend in the center of his temple.

-“You know that you’re always welcome at Olympus, you’re always very welcomed at my house, (Y/N)”- his sapphire eyes softened, looking at the young goddess, his family love for her shinning through. Love reflected with the same intensity by her own eyes when they locked with his.

With an audible sigh, she said- “I know, Steve. But you know how I feel out of the waters…”.

-“Like a fish out of the water?”- he joked lightly, making her smile, and both laugh a little.

-“Very funny, Pallas Athena. But, now, really, what happened? Another fight with Tony?”

-“No, he’s good. Pestering Hera, as always…”

-Poor Pepper- She thought.

-“Is Hecate why I called you. We’ve been planning a party for his nameday. I thought that Circe and you could arrange a distraction for him while we prepare the feast and Persephone does the decorations.”- He hummed with a low voice, knowing that you weren’t exactly Stephen’s biggest fan.

-“Really? You called me out of my home to play a fair monkey for that man-witch?”- (Y/N) held a little grudge towards Strange since he turned her pet dolphin on a grabby octopus that wanted no other thing than constantly cling to her face, shooting her clean white robes with his black ink. It was her favorite chiton, and the stain lasted for weeks!! How dare he!!- “You know what he did to me!”

-“(Y/N), please, Circe can’t do it alone. And you know that if you are there, his attention will be on you only. We’ll be free to do our part”- he pleaded- “it’s only for a few hours, and it’ll be worth it. Almost all of our schedules meet for the first time in a long time. We’ll be able to be together for other thing that is not war. We all need it.”

-“All of us will be there? Even Zeus?”

-“Yes, Thor too”

-“Bia? Asclepio? Dolos? Dike? Apoll-”

-“Apollo, Nike, Artemis, Hera, Hades, probably Macaria and Menoetes, Tique, Dionysus, Nyx, Aeolus,… and yes, Ares too”- he said with a knowing smile.

She shifted in the temple shadow to try –and fail- to hide her light blush from the blonde.

-“Okay… but just because I don’t want to leave Wanda alone to distract Stephen. The Titans know what could await us if those two decide to have a go to see whose powers are the best…”- she conceded avoiding the god’s amused eyes.

-“Of course. That’s very kind of you Poseidon. The party will be due in a fortnight, come to Tony’s at the Olympus. We will be there to start the plan.”- he explained, giving her an hug and turning to leave.

-“M’kay. ‘til then”

-“Until then, yes… Oh! And dress up nice, he’s coming back from war!”

And with that he turned into an owl and disappeared on the already dark sky, leaving (Y/N) behind, trailing to the ocean in hopes for it to help cool down the warmth that surged in her cheeks and ears at his insinuation, and to slow down a little her racing heart at the prospect of getting to see the God of War’s breathtaking azure orbs.

Seven-Thirty, Part I: Saturday

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You were planning on a productive – if lonely – weekend, but the little girl across the hall has different ideas about how you and Bucky Barnes should be spending your time.

Word Count: 5206 words (this is part one of three)

Warning(s): A tiny use of mild language. 

Author’s Note(s): This was written for @propertyofpoeandbucky‘s 2nd Mysterious Writing Challenge. My prompt was “Babysitter AU.”

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Saturday

There’s a moment, on Friday afternoons, when the world seems to melt away. In the closing of your apartment door, the careful sliding of one, two, three locks (this is New York, after all). And then begins the ritual, a slow unfurling of self from the layers of the week’s disguise: a blazer draped carelessly on the couch; bags flung in the general direction of your desk; the crisp sigh of a can of cheap beer. 

You come back to yourself on the couch, something dramatic on Netflix playing in the background. A period of calm is claimed in the easy, anonymous scroll of your phone. In those moments, it doesn’t matter that you’re alone, that everyone was too busy to make plans and that the people you love are slowly outgrowing the throbbing pulse of a nightclub, the frenetic enjoyment of one more drink, one more dance. They turn instead to the lure of more adult rites: mortgages and engagement rings and diapers. Carefully planned vacations, instead of haphazard road-trips. 

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Most Wanted (5/8)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 5k

Summary: The life you dreamed of wasn’t the one you lived. Day in and day out you tried to change the outcome, but somehow you always ended up right where you began. Fed up with it all, you wished upon a star and was granted with Bucky Barnes, and it wouldn’t take you long to realize that whatever mess you were about to get tangled up in, it would change your life entirely. (Disney’s Tangled/Modern!AU)

Warning(s): fun, fluff, banter, fluffy!Bucky, fluffy!reader, someone catching feels?

A/N: written for my darling, @ciarawritesmarvel. This chapter is quite informative, and hopefully gives you guys a few answers to your questions, so be aware of the info ;) ! I love you all, I hope you love this chapter! Also, gosh, don’t kill me with the length of this, but that gif tho? Disclaimer: gif credit goes to its rightful owner! 

| Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Most Wanted - Masterlist | Masterlist |

Times, where Bucky wanted to scowl at Sam for interrupting him, were more common than any average person could come to guess.

This time was no different, and initially, Bucky hadn’t even heard his friend call his name as he found himself too preoccupied with exploring the smallest fractions of details outlining themselves in your eyes as you looked at him. Your head rested comfortably against his shoulder as your lips formed a tender smile, and Bucky was merely left to fall under the enchantment.

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Peach Scone - The Surprise (5/6)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: In where Bucky has it so bad for you, he cannot find the words to confess his feelings. After an entire year of failed attempts, plus a declaration of love for scones, he decides it’s about time the words come out of his mouth. Only Bucky knows himself and is certain it’s gonna be one hell of a challenge.

Words: 4,055

Warning(s): fluff, this one’s way softer than the others, Bucky is a love-struck fool but with a tiny twist because he thinks he’s a genius, 

A/N: Bucky tries a new approach in this chapter! I hope you enjoy! second to last chapter!! 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 6 | Peach Scone - Masterlist

Bucky beamed with joy.

And it wasn’t only because he would be spending the entire day with you.

But because today would be different from all your previous encounters. The first significant difference would be that Bucky had weeks to prepare himself for your outing. The second difference would be as a result of that, he was calmer, steady, and feeling more like himself than he had in ages. The third and last difference would be the fact that to be calm, steady and feel more grounded he had nearly been down on his knees, begging Banner and the rest of the crew to find him something strong enough to contain his nerves for the entirety of the day.

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Good Enough

Summary: From this ask:  i read your deadcrush miniseries and ig i got caught in the feels and love the way you write 💛 i was wondering if you could write something bucky x y/n where she’s younger but they’re in a stable relationship and she becomes pregnant? like she‘s happy and excited but bucky is kinda worried bc of his genes, past, etc.

Pairings: Reader/ Bucky

A/N: So sorry this took like five months! 2.5k words. Fluff with a little cussing involved.

“How do you feel about the color orange?”

It’s a Friday night in the tower, almost bedtime when you embark of a journey of questions, carefully placed breadcrumbs for Bucky.

“I feel… fine?”

“Light orange or dark orange?”

“What’s dark orange look like? A dirty penny?”

“Light orange it is.” You scrunch your nose at the thought of painting a room the shade he’s imagining.

“What for?”

You shrug.

When you both brush your teeth, you take glance at him in the mirror, eyes trailing from his brow to his chin, attentive to the way his nose slopes and his jaw cuts. Jesus, you’d be lucky if–

Bucky mutters from behind a mouthful of toothpaste suds, “What is it?”

After four years it makes sense that he would be able to figure out when you’re keeping thoughts to yourself. He’s in your head, Bucky Barnes. Even when he’s not there, you’re thinking of him. Every second of the day, really. It’s Bucky breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and all other hours, too. It makes you a little bewildered with joy that you can feel so much for a single person.

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Play Along (Smut)

Warnings: unprotected smut, little it’s bit of exhibitionist kink if you squint (Wrap before you tap), i think that's it (let me know if there's more)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are assigned together on an under cover mission and things aren't what you thought they'd be

A/N: This was my first time writing smut so be gentle with me. Reader does use female pronouns

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Jogging down the corridor of the building, Y/N glanced down at her watch. Late, of course. One of the top four most skilled Shield Agents, in espionage and yet punctuality is not her forte, at least for debriefings that is.

Picking up her pace to a sprint she glanced at the numbers written along the meeting rooms before stopping at room 407, straightening herself out before opening the door. As the door opened she was met by the glaring eye of Nick Fury, who stood at the head of the long table before glancing around the room, noticing Natasha, Clint, and Bucky all seated at various points around the meeting table.

“Well look who decided to grace us with her presents” he started. “What happened, get caught up talking to the level 1 agents again?” He followed her as she took a seat next to Bucky. Giving him a light nudge and smile, to which she was met with the same smile and light nudge back.

“Ya know I was gonna lie and say that but honestly Nick, my alarm didn’t go off so my 20 minute desk nap became a 25 minute desk nap. To which I apologize” she hummed, grabbing a case file from the center of the table.

From quickly glancing at the file Y/N let out a whistle “Damn I pity the poor soul who’s doing the deep cov-” she stopped looking around the room, noticing everyone was staring at her with an amused smile on their face. “You’re fucking kidding me?!” she shrieked “You’re sending me in deep cover to Strasbourg?!” she moved to lean against the table.

“You and me both L/N” Bucky matched her enthusiasm.

“Why are you sending us?! No offense Barnes, but do you remember what happened the last time we did deep cover together.” Bucky smirked at her response, remembering. “Yeah Y/N we remember, Laura and I are still trying to buff out the dent in the gun you borrowed, besides are you afraid you’ll have to play real Wife to your Work Husband?” Clint smirked watching as Y/N pointed across the table at him, pointing her finger accusingly.

A blush spread across her and Bucky’s faces as she pointed back to Clint “We are no different than you and Natasha, besides that was not my fault” she moved to point to Bucky before poking him in his shoulder “I told Bucky not to grab the bathtub when he chu-”

He pointed back at her, “Me?! You told me to gra-”

“REGARDLESS of the damages done to any weaponry or safe houses, Barton and Romanoff are too well known in Strasbourg. Hence why you and Barnes are the only other two agents qualified for the job.” Fury tapped the table causing a projection to appear in the center of the table.

“L/N, meet Emilia Carver otherwise known as “The Eye”...she sees everything and is one of the most elusive ghosts in Europe.” The projection showed a lady of similarity to Y/N, of course there were a few things off about the two but for the most part they could have been related. Clicking the next slide it showed the same girl lying on the ground in some room.

“Last week Barnes and Barton found her dead in bunker just off the coast of Naples, you will go in her place with the Winter Soldier to secure a package.” he clicked the slide showing a man “This is Nathan Lark, we have reason to believe that he holds sensitive information about the inner working of our black-ops team and their current locations and targets, secure the package and then the missions over”

“That's all great Fury, but how long? Because I made plans to go to Disney with the family” Clint glanced up from the file.

“For you and Romanoff, a few weeks. You’ll just be on stand by working comms and technicalities. For L/N and Barnes, a month at the least.”

Dragging her eyes from the screen over to Bucky they locked eyes for a moment before Y/N spoke “Won’t it look odd, The Eye and the Winter Soldier together?”

“No” Bucky spoke before Fury could “I’ll fill you in on specifics on the way to Strasbourg, but for now…” he swallowed “the two had a shared history…” he looked back down to the file.

A laugh left Clint “Sure if that's what you wanna call it Bucky” looking over to Clint, Y/N furrowed her brows before looking over to Bucky who just shook his head.

“I’ll tell you later”

Y/N just nodded looking over the file once more before letting out a sigh before closing the file.

“When do we leave?”

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Looking out the window, Y/N tapped her foot against the floor of the train as she readjusted the sunglasses that had slid down her nose. Her focus shifted from the window to Bucky who had taken up the seat beside her.

The two sat in silence before Y/N spoke first, “So what did you mean, by The Eye and The Winter Soldier have history?” she watched as Bucky avoided her gaze.

A laugh came from the intercom before a groan filled Y/N and Bucky’s ears “What fun conversations always start when you ask an assassin how they know another assassin”

Pulling his own intercom from his ear, Bucky let out a sigh. “Hydra used to loan The Winter Soldier out to do freelance work… a way to keep a steady floor of money without using the governments” he leaned over pulling Y/N’s intercom out from her ear as well. “I met Emilia on a loan out both of us were doing. She was going to work from the inside and I was gonna work from the outside making sure she was clear…. Hydra thought we worked so well together that they kept loaning me to her on missions.”

He groaned before fully turning to face Y/N, “Listen… we are both professional agents so I’m just gonna be straight with you L/N. Emilia and The Winter Soldier used to be an item among the Assassin and Ghost community. So when this train lands in Strasbourg we have to be all in 100% to this… we were very….” he struggled with the words to describe the strange relationship.

“Physically forward” Y/N guessed

“For lack of a better word, yes”

“Is that how Clint knows?” she cocked her eyebrow

He nodded before placing his intercom back in his ear. “Something like that”

Following Bucky’s actions. “Did you two have a nice conversation?” Clint’s voice hummed.

“So what was she like?” Y/N moved her head to look back out the window.

“Forward” Bucky immediately shot back

“Is that gonna be our word of the day?” Y/N smirked before letting her thoughts trail for a moment, “If you two were so widely known, are we sure that I’ll pass as Emilia?”

“We’ve got you covered Y/N” Natasha's voice followed in her ear along with the clicking of a keyboard “We wiped all previously known images of Emilia from all possible databases, they’ll have to go with it.”

“Thanks Nat.” “Just doing my job…” Y/N could feel Natasha’s smirk “ we’ll touch base with the two of you in a few days about what to do next. For now, get to the hotel and establish yourselves.” With those last words Natasha and Clint clicked off the intercoms leaving Buck and Y/N by themselves as the train approached its destination. Standing from his spot, Bucky grabbed down both of their bags from the overhead holder before handing one off to Y/N.

“Oof.” she groaned “What did you pack?” she readjusted her grip to hold the bag with one hand,

“The basics” he pulled out a pair of sunglasses for himself before he slipped them on before he took Y/N’s free hand in his leading them off of the train and onto the platform.

Looking around at the platform Y/N took in her surroundings before leaning over to Bucky, “You’ve got fans.” she hummed motioning over to a pack of men seated at the small cafe, they kept looking between her and Bucky, then other to the exit of the platform.

Unlacing his hand from hers, he slung his arm over her shoulder before leaning down to whisper in her ear. “The true welcome for wanted assassins” Y/N smiled chuckling.

“If we leave, are they gonna follow us?” She bent her knees slightly to set the bag she held on the ground before she turned her body into his, wrapping her arms around his neck still smiling.

“More than likely.” He glanced around pulling her closer to his form.

“I suppose we have to play along with everything now don’t we?” she leaned up to his ear. “Let the games begin” she unwrapped herself from his form going back to pick up her bag “So what are the chances we get to the hotel without a fight” she laced her free hand back into his.

“About a fifty-fifty chance.” Bucky pulled her towards the exit watching as the group of men stood up from their spot, walking towards them. “Make that thirty-seventy” he glanced over his shoulder,

“How about twenty-eighty” Y/N gripped his hand a bit tighter motioning to the two men who walked directly in front of them.

Gripping her hand back, neither of them said a word as the group of men that surrounded them, brought them to an SUV.

“Is this really necessary?” Bucky huffed as they stopped in front of the vehicle.

“Just get in the car” one man said, taking the bags from Bucky and Y/N’s hands, before Bucky could comment back, Y/N opened the door to the car.

“Oh come on Soldier. What's a little fun?” she chuckled getting into the SUV, with his eyes still trained on the man Bucky climbed into the car.

The two sat in silence snuggled close to one another as Y/N glanced over her shoulder. “You know Barnes, I don’t think I’ve seen you be this touchy with anyone. Even at office parties” she mumbled

“Like I said, very forward…” he hummed. “So did you get a chance to look at how many cars there are?”

“one car in front, two behind,” she tucked herself further into Bucky’s side. “Who did you piss off the last time you were here?”

“That's… a very long list, at least we’re heading to the right hotel” he looked down at Y/N’s hand as he took it in his hand. “Who do we have to thank for the escort?” he spoke to the driver and passenger, never taking his eyes off of Y/N’s hand.

He was only met with silence as the car pulled up to the hotel. Getting out of the car first, the men who had followed them formed almost like a pathway into the hotel, stepping out first Bucky held his hand out for Y/N to help her out.

“Go inside and go to the second conference room to the left” one of the men said.

“And if we don’t?” Bucky challenged

“Go inside” He repeated before Bucky pulled Y/N into his side as they walked into the hotel following the instructions of the goons.

As they approached the conference room Y/N stopped Bucky’s hand before he could open the door.

“What if we’re being made?” Y/N’s eyes widened as she whispered her grip on Bucky’s arm tightening

“We haven’t” he placed a hand over hers

“But what if we’re about to be and whoever this is knows what the real Emilia is like” she bit the inside of her cheek.

“Y/N we’ll be fine” he gave her a soft smile, he placed a hand on her shoulder “You ready?” Y/N nodded to him, as he opened the door.

Creeping into the room, they were met with a chuckle.

“Emilia Carver, I haven’t seen you since you were just a girl.” the voice called.

Eyes flying to the front of the room, they landed on a woman, older, graying dark hair, and cold eyes.

“Dorthy” Y/N breathed out, Bucky’s eyes flickered between Y/N and the woman.

“You know Dorthy Underwood?” Bucky looked between the two.

“Now, now you’re not the only person I’ve been in contact with.” Dottie stood from her spot. “Like I said I haven’t seen her since I was a girl.” walking over to Y/N she pulled her into a hug “I hear my Goddaughter is in town and you think I’m not gonna pay you a visit” she squeezed her shoulders “Now let me take a look at you” pulled away she examined Y/N.

“My Emilia I haven’t seen you since you were ten and now look at you” she took a strand of Y/N’s hair and twirled it around her finger “Such a sophisticated looking young lady, I hope you’ve been treating her well Soldier” Dottie glanced over to Bucky “Because if I hear that you’ve been mistreating my goddaughter, I would be very very unhappy” Bucky stiffened his stance

“He’s treating me just fine” Y/N smiled, eyeing Bucky “I assume you sent the escort, you scared the crap out of us”

“Oh my dear didn’t mean too, now go relax” she turned her attention back to Y/N “I hope the two of you don’t mind I upgraded your room” she smiled. Letting Y/N walk back over to Bucky “The two of you are here on business?” “Yes.” Bucky took Y/N’s hand back in his hand, squeezing it tightly “You as well?” He watched as Dottie nodded “My Emilia would you give me and the Soldier a moment please?”

Stepping out into the hallway Y/N made a mental note to tell Clint and Natasha of Dottie’s presents the next time they spoke.

Watching as Y/N left, Bucky turned his attention back to Dottie who walked over to him. “I mean what I said, just because I haven’t seen her since she was a girl doesn’t mean I don’t still care for Emilia, as I said she is my goddaughter after all” she took the time to look over Bucky’s attire, the classic half leather jacket/vest he donned, she reached up to fix the collar of his jacket. “I know of your relationship with my Goddaughter, how you two have your public relations and your interests together, all I ask… not while I’m in the hotel” she pulled on his collar. “I know that I can’t stop the two of you from whatever it is you want to do” she let go of his jacket walking back over to the other side of the table “but I am always aware…” she motioned to the door that he could go.

As he opened the door to join Y/N in the hallway Dottie called out to him “I hope the two of you will join me for dinner at some point” before he closed the door and led Y/N over to the elevators.

One of the men from before closed on the elevator for them before he spoke “Floor 14” before the door opened and Bucky and Y/N stepped in.

As soon as the doors closed and the two were alone Bucky signaled for Y/N to be quite before he pulled a small device out from his pocket and scanned around the elevator before he stopped it.

“How the fuck do you know Dorthy Underwood?” He turned to Y/N.

“I’ve read the Shield files on her. Did you know that she was Emilia’s Godmother?” Bucky shook his head “Do you think she’s gonna be an issue?” “I hope not, our records show she had no history with the target but we’ll have Nat and Clint double check…. When we get to the room we have to do a bug sweep” Bucky ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

“This is Emilia’s godmother. Do you really think she’d bug the room?”

“We’re not in the Shield room anymore, besides she's not the only one in the hotel who could be watching us.” Bucky moved to press the button to start the elevator back up.

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After an hour-long sweep of the hotel room, they had found two bugs they couldn’t rid the room of. A microphone and camera placed all the way up on the chandelier of the room. It wasn’t easy pretending to look for bugs the camera noticed but somehow Bucky and Y/N did it.

Relaxing back onto the couch, her legs bend into it as she got cozy, Y/N smiled for the camera signaling over to Bucky, pulling him to her, her hands roamed his chest as she leaned into his ear

“We need to have Nat and Clint track back the bugs, maybe they could disable the mic and put the camera on a loop” she whispered, Bucky let out a chuckle as one of his hand moved to hold her waist and the other went to gently rub circles on with his thumb on her thigh that rested closest to him.

“What you don’t wanna play along anymore Y/N” he joked leaning into her neck,

“I mean unless you wanna play so far along you have to fake fuck me” Bucky’s movement against her thigh came to a halt “Bucky?” she whispered again “Please tell me tha-”

“Like I said Y/N” his voice became so low Y/N could barely hear it “Very public relations” he moved to look her in the eyes.

“Even if there were bugs in the room?!” she quietly shrieked, he just nodded. Y/N let out a small groan resting her forehead against Bucky’s “Its just faking it right?” Bucky nodded again before he spoke.

“We don’t have to Y/N” he started “He cou-”

“No, we gotta make sure this is believable right?” she cut him off

“Y/N…” he grumbled “You have to understand the stuff we would do…. It…” he paused “It could be a lot, and I don’t wanna hurt y-”

Taking his face in her hands, Y/N’s fingers danced along his jaw as she pulled him into a heated kiss shifting to straddle his lap. Pulling away from his reddened lips she leaned back to his ear “I’m an adult Buck, I’ll tell you if it becomes too much” Bucky nodded before recapturing her lips in his.

His hands continued to roam her body before hovering just above her ass as they continued their heated makeout. Y/N pulled her lips from his before moving to kiss down his neck “you know you can squeeze it if you want” she mumbled “If we’re faking this, we might as well give the camera a show”

Taking her word for it, his calloused hands squeezed Y/N’s ass, gripping onto it for dear life as she kissed her way down his neck leaving an array of hickeys in her wake.

Letting out a groan as he heard Y/N lips part from his skin, Bucky moved one hand to hold her by the small of her back and the other to wrap around her leg before he stood.

Letting out a squeak, Y/N kept her face buried in the crook of Bucky’s neck sucking a deep purple spot onto it.

Making his way over to the bed, Bucky paused just before his knees hit the edge before he turned around to sit back down, “Do you like this shirt?” he mumbled onto Y/N’s skin.

“What?” she hummed without paying attention.

“Do you like this shirt?” he watched as Y/N struggled to answer the question

“It- it's a shirt I don’t really know ho-” before she could finish his hands reached up to the top collar of her shirt before his grip tightened and ripped it down the back.

Letting out a gasp Y/N recoiled from Bucky’s neck gripping onto the fabric that now struggled to stay upon her shoulders. Taking a few moments to collect her thoughts before she looked at Bucky with a smile on her face struggling off the shirt, leaving her in her bra before she dove back to him, capturing his lips.

Had she known she’d be having fake sex with her hot co-worker she at least would have worn something other than her granny panties and her ratty travel bra.

Placing a hand on her back, Bucky flipped Y/N over so her back was rested on the bed before he started to strip away at his own clothes as Y/N discarded the rest of her’s. She turned to crawl upwards to the headboard, and so she could hide the blush that covered her face knowing that it would only intensify watching Bucky strip.

She was halfway to the head board before she felt the mattress dip and a cool hand on her waist, turning she was met with the casual smirk that rested upon Bucky’s lips. Which were now red and swollen from how hard the two had been kissing before.

Pulling her in for another kiss, Y/N shifted so her back once again rested on the bed before Bucky pulled away, grabbing a cover from the bed and pulling it over the two of them. He moved to her ear whispering softly. “I’m gonna pinch your waist, and that's when your gonna-”

She cut him off “Oh Mr. Winter Soldier sir, you’re so big” she laughed in a fake high pitched voice.

He laughed, dipping his head down to her neck. Her arms wrapped around his form, one going to hold his shoulder and the other to the base of his neck. Feeling the pressure on her waist, Y/N let out a small moan for the camera before burying her face into his neck. Bucky followed after letting out a groan as he started to shift to make it look like the bed was moving ever so slightly.

This motion continued for a few moments before Bucky let out a frustrated groan in Y/N’s ear.

“Buck are yo-”

“Don’t talk Y/N” he mumbled

“Bu-” she tried to continue

“Fuck it!” he hummed “I’m just gonna fuck you” his voice deepened

“What?!” she shifted

“Y/N, I like you… and this” he groaned again at the thought “Do you like me too because I really like you and I would be lying to myself if I said that I haven’t thought of beneath me like this but if you don’t like me and I have to continue to fake this then-”

“James.” she stopped him moving to hold his jaw “I trust you” she smiled widely.

“Great” before either of them could utter another word Bucky’s head dipped down to devour her lips as his hand moved to tear away at her bra and panties. Earning another gasp from Y/N, taking the opportunity at hand Bucky’s tongue explored Y/N’s mouth. A low moan came from the Bucky as he took in everything.

Her body.

Her scent.

Her taste.

Everything.

One hand was brought up to cup her face as the cool metal of the other trailed down between her legs, lightly ghosting over her heat before they slowly circled her clit.

Letting out a breathless moan Y/N’s hands gripped at Bucky’s shoulder.

“Buck please…” she whined into their kiss “I need you” she pulled away to rest her head against his.

Letting out a chuckle he nodded, moving to sit up he slid his boxers down, allowing Y/N to throw the remains of her bra and panties from the bed. As soon as Bucky had thrown his boxers off he leaned back down, attacking Y/N’s neck, and teasing her heat. Letting her slick coat his dick before he whispered in his ear.

“Remember what I said earlier, if its too much-” She shook her head “I believe those were my words” she hummed placing a light peck upon his lips. “Show me what I’ve been missing soldier”

A smile graced his lips as he bent back down to support his weight on one arm before he guided himself into her entrance, slowly.

Groans and moans filled the air as they adjusted to the new feeling each was given. Y/N’s hands squeezed at Bucky’s shoulders as she tried to relax onto his size, and Bucky’s head hung low kissing along Y/N’s neck as he was overcome with the feeling of plush and warmth.

“Are you okay” he kissed the shell of her ear as she nodded “Are you sure”

“Y-yeah” she stuttered “You-....You’re just…. A lot” she hummed trying to form words, she could feel Bucky smile against her skin as one of her hands moved to tangle her fingers in the hair at the base of his neck. She would never tell this to Bucky’s face but she almost missed his long hair… the thought of gripping onto it as he made her feel euphoric.

“Y/N?” she was pulled out of her haze when Bucky whispered her name, lightly kissing along her jaw. “Are you still with me Sugar?”

A smile overtook her lips at the nickname before she spoke. “I’ve never been better” she pulled him back in for a kiss.

Growing bold, she moved her legs from framing his waist to wrapping around it and locking at the ankles before she pulled him even closer, allowing him to bottom out.

“Fuck!” ripped itself from Bucky’s throat as he pulled away from their kiss resting his forehead against hers. “Fuck, you….you” he chuckled slowly, almost painfully pulled his hips back from her before snapping them back into her.

Moans tore out from both of their mouths as he rocked back and forth into Y/N, her grip at his waist tightening with every thrust. His metal arm rested her hip bone lightly holding it down as the other went to tangle itself into the hair at Y/N scalp lightly tugging at it.

“If I had know… that fake fucking… Oh SHIT!” Y/N moaned as his vibranium hand moved from her hip to circle her clit.

“You were saying Sugar?” he smirked with a shit eating grin

“Fuck Bucky!” she moved to bury her head into the crook of his neck “Oh god Buck, don’t… god don’t stop please” she whined into his neck.

“I don’t intend to do” he kissed the side of his head, resting his head against hers.

Y/N’s feet moved to unlock her ankles before sliding down to his ass, feeling, guiding him as he fucked into her. As if she could pull him even closer if it were possible.

As Bucky’s actions continued his thrusts grew more erratic as he neared his end, moving his hand to pinch at Y/N’s clit a scream ripped from her throat.

“I wanna feel you Sugar” he hummed as Y/N let her orgasm wash over her, Bucky moaned feeling the way her body shuddered beneath him as her heat clenched around his dick before his end overtook him as he gave one more thrust into Y/N.

Pulling his face away from her, he moved his hand from her hair to cup her jaw, prying her away from his shoulder. He entangled their lips into a soft kiss, allowing both of them to slowly come down from their highs before he pulled out of her and collapsed at her side. His arms moved to wrap around her waist tugging her into his body he continued to kiss down her neck and shoulders as Y/N placed her hands on his shoulders to steady her racing head. She chuckled.

“What were you gonna say earlier Sugar?” he hummed as he kissed back up her shoulders and neck.

Moving to rest her head against his chest she snuggled into him before she whispered “Well I was going to say, if I had known that a mission like this would lead to fake fucking, lead to real fucking… I would have requested a mission like this from Fury a while ago”

He laughed, moving to adjust a few pillows under their heads.

“I hope whoever’s listening and watching had as much fun of a time as we did” Y/N laughed at his words before her eye’s closed, as she drifted off to sleep.

Smiling to himself Bucky traced a pattern along Y/N shoulder as she slept, chuckling before he too closed his eyes. His final thought before sleep overtook him was that this was going to be an interesting mission after all.

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Imagine being Bucky's baker girlfriend.

Bucky loves your pastries. In fact, he had stopped buying pastries in the supermarket. He only eat yours now.

He always watches you bake in the kitchen, he loves seeing you in that cute apron, your smile on your face, the flour on your cheek.

He loves being your beta tester when you try new recipe.

But what he love more ? Licking the cream or chocolate off your fingers once your done. He'll take your hand and bring each fingers into his mouth, licking them until they're spot clean. All while looking straight into your eyes, groaning in pleasure.

After that it usually end with you on the kitchen counter wearing nothing but your cute apron as Bucky fuck you senseless, whispered and grunting to your ear how good and tasty you are while his huge cock pounds you and his balls slap your ass. He'll make sure to cum fully in you, to fill you each of his enormous loads.

Because after all, Bucky may adore each of your pastries, but you remain his favorite of all time

Hopelessly Devoted (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Words: 3.7K

Warnings/Themes: Domestic Life, Domestic Fluff, Talk of marriage, Talk of having kids, Marriage Proposal

Characters/Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Dr. Raynor

“How are things going with Y/N?”

He stared at the wall behind the woman. Can’t really say ‘older woman,’ seeing as how he is practically twice her age. But she does look older, he thought to himself. And she likes to nag like his grandmother did.

“Fine. Things are fine.” He’d do anything to be out of this room and with Y/N instead. He’d rather be with her than do anything else, in fact. That’s how ‘fine’ things are going.

“And you two are still doing your own exercises at home?” She questioned him again, her passive-aggressive notebook still sitting on the table next to her. If he were being honest, the exercises he and Y/N did at home helped him far better than sitting in this room with this old crone.

“Yeah.”

“And how are those going?” Question after question. Y/N didn’t need to ask so many questions. She just knew. Granted, her ability to slip into others’ minds helped. Bucky hesitated before giving an answer. If he answered at all the Doc would see that as cooperation and he didn’t feel like doing that. If he lied, she would see through it. But if he told the truth… She would probably see it as progress, and he might be able to quit these court-mandated sessions soon. Truth it is.

“I didn’t have a nightmare last night,” he offered, not quite meeting her eyes, looking at the middle of her forehead. Her eyebrows rose.

“Good. That’s very good.” She paused to observe him; her gaze was cold and calculating compared to the one at home. The one that holds his gaze with so much love and understanding that it makes his chest feel like it was splintering.

“What did you dream about?” She asked.

“That’s kinda personal, Doc.” He hoped the lilt he forced into his voice would satisfy her, trying to imply it was some intimate dream about him and his girlfriend. In a way, it had been.

“This is therapy; it’s supposed to be personal.” She gave him a flat look. Darn. Bucky rubbed his palms on his jeans and looked out the window. He should have just lied.

“James, what did you dream about?” She asked again, her tone slightly softer. “Did you hurt her? In your dream?” She read his anxiousness wrong. Y/N wouldn’t have; even without her powers.

“I said I didn’t have a nightmare.” It would have been the worst nightmare he could possibly have. He couldn’t even bare to think of hurting her. Luckily, he has not had a dream of hurting her. Not after she had laid his ass flat multiple times with just a brush of her powers over his mind. Not after she shoved the soldier back into the basement of his mind when they first met in Berlin.

“So, it was a good one?”

“I didn’t say that.” No, but it had been. It was everything he had dreamed of. He and Y/N, married. A nice house with a white picket fence. The laughter of their kids in the backyard with their dog. And the two of them slow dancing in the kitchen, flour in her hair from baking. The sunlight was soft as it filtered through the lace curtains.

It was everything he had thought he’d have when he had come home from the War. But he never did.

And now that he was getting a taste of it… He didn’t feel like he deserved it.

A tone filled the room, some musical piece to indicate their session was over. It pulled him from reliving his dream. Saved by the bell.

“Well, we’ll pick up here next week, then.” She uncrossed her legs and grabbed her notebook, writing a few notes. He wasted no time to shoot off the couch and make his way to the door, barely mumbling a farewell to the Doc.

“But James,” she called as his metal hand wrapped around the door handle. He paused but didn’t look back at her. She sighed. “You do deserve whatever you dreamt about.” How she knew what kind of dream it had been was beyond him, but her words had his chest constricting.

“Bye, Doc.” He left the room.

Bucky returned to the Compound around lunchtime; he knew she would be in their shared apartment with food waiting. She always ordered the best comfort food on the days he had to see Dr. Raynor. Sushi.

Her singing reached his ears before he opened the door; the sweet sound sent his heart soaring. He smiled as he silently walked to the kitchen and leaned against the doorframe. She had yet to notice him, with her headphones in and her focus on the dough in front of her.

She was an absolute vision. Her hair was up in a messy bun, secured by a floral pattern scrunchie. She wore one of his white t-shirts that hugged her in all the right places, paired with floral pajama shorts. Simple white socks covered her usually frigid toes.

And she was singing like an angel. A song he hadn’t heard yet, though that was not a surprise. But man, did he sure love hearing her sing.

“My head is saying, ‘Fool, forget him.’ My heart is saying, ‘Don’t let go, hold on to the end,' that’s what I intend to do. I’m hopelessly devoted to you.” She swayed as she rolled up her dough, completely lost in her song.

He let her finish her song before coming up behind her, just as she was placing her unbaked cinnamon rolls in the pan to proof. She smiled as he wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“I was wondering when you’d come and give me a hug. You were standing over there staring at me like a creeper.” She chuckled, twisting in his hold after placing a tea towel over her pan. She removed her headphones and placed them and her phone on the counter.

“Sorry, I was enjoying the view too much.” He returned her smile before pressing a kiss to her lips. She grinned into the kiss, threading her floury hands into the short hair at the base of his neck. When they parted, their eyes locked, and he rested his forehead against hers. Their eyes glazed as he allowed her into his head.

It was something they both agreed on. After every session with Dr. Raynor, Bucky would report everything that had happened during the session, including the things he thought about but didn’t say out loud. They both knew it would be easier for him to open up about certain things with her over his shrink, so the issue was never pushed on him to be more open with the Doc.

“Hm… I have to say I agree with her parting statement,” Y/N remarked as she pulled away. “But first, let’s eat. I could feel how hungry you are.”

Bucky forced a smile and helped her set out the sushi she had kept in the fridge until he got home. She had ordered a lot more than she normally did. Probably because of his dream last night. He didn’t show her his dream. Rather, his emotions were so high during the dream that she somehow got sucked into his mind and was living it with him. They had a small talk about it that morning before his appointment.

They ate in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying the food and each other’s company. This is why he preferred his exercises with Y/N over his sessions with Dr. Raynor. Y/N never pushed him to talk. Never used a notebook as a weapon to get him to talk. She was patient and warm and kind. She understood that adjusting to this new life of his was hard; especially after everything he has done.

Forced to do. He reminded himself. It was one exercise Y/N had him practicing. Just rewording his thoughts. He didn’t have to believe it, not yet, but he just had to say it to himself. Eventually, he’d find himself believing it, she had said. She said it with such conviction that he couldn’t help but believe her. Because that’s how she got herself out of her dark place.

“What was that song you were singing?” He asked after they had eaten their fill and were cleaning up. She nearly dropped the dish in her hand as she whipped her head around to look at him. You would have thought he had slapped her with the look of pure shock and offense on her face.

“Excuse me? What song-? What?” She sputtered and shook her head in disbelief. He gave an incredulous laugh at her behavior.

“Is it really that much of a surprise that I don’t know it?”

“Yes!” She answered quickly. “It absolutely is, seeing as how we’ve known and been together for literal years, now. I can’t believe we’ve never watched Grease!”

She didn’t give him time to question anymore as she snatched the plate from his hands and carelessly tossed it into the sink and began pushing him to the bedroom.

“Dishes can wait! You get your old ass into some comfy clothes while I set up the classroom, because you’re gonna learn just how great of a movie Grease is, and you are going to like it.” Her tone left no room for arguments as she gave him one last push into the bedroom before disappearing into the living room.

He chuckled but did as he was told and slipped into some gray sweatpants that Y/N had once told him were obscene, and a cozy black hoodie. He took an extra moment to grab the large, fluffy blanket from their bed so they could cuddle under it.

When he entered the living room the movie was already pulled up on Prime Video and she was nowhere to be seen. The smell and sound of popcorn cooking gave away her position in the kitchen, along with her singing.

He grinned and tossed the blanket onto the couch before sneaking into the kitchen. She had just pulled the bag out of the microwave and was putting it in the large bowl, two sodas already on the counter. Defenses down. Shot clear. She set the bowl down and reached for the candy in the cabinet. Taking the shot.

Swooping low, Bucky knocked her legs out with his arm under her knees, the other wrapping around her back and lifting her into the air. A shriek of surprise turned into laughter, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his face to hers. She gave him a loud, sloppy kiss.

“Should we get this show on the road?” He asked when they parted. She nodded and grabbed the bowl and candy and sodas, holding them in her lap as it seemed he wasn’t putting her down until they got to the living room.

He deposited her on the couch and sat next to her, pulling her legs onto his lap, and tossing the large blanket over them. She pressed play and nuzzled into his side. Bucky wrapped his arms tighter around her, kissing her temple.

As they watched, Bucky would ask questions or make comments on the characters. Y/N was happy to see him so engaged and genuinely enjoying the movie. Over the years, she would watch movies with him, trying to catch him up on pop culture. His favorites so far had been the original trilogy of Star Wars.

“Danny is a bit of a tool,” Bucky said out of nowhere. They had been sitting in silence during the prom scene and had finally reached the drive-in scene. Y/N left out a barking laugh at the sudden declaration.

“You know, he definitely is!”

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By the time the movie ended, it was mid-afternoon, and Y/N was yawning. It was her usual nap time. Her work for Tony Stark and the Avengers usually had her sleeping at random times, just as inconsistent as Bucky’s sleeping schedule, mostly because part of her job was to help Bucky.

“How’d you like the movie?” She asked, stretching out her legs before standing from the couch.

“Definitely in the top ten.” Bucky’s eyes raked up her stretching form, the shorts, the way his shirt hugged her curves, and her messy bun at the top of her head. It all had him feeling like the luckiest man in the universe.

“Only the top ten? Why? And in what place?” She stood in front of him with her hands on her hips and a slight pout on her lips. This was definitely in the top five for her.

“Don’t get me wrong, the movie was great, and I loved it. But I’d probably place it at number six.” Okay, sixth place wasn’t that bad, just one movie away from being top five.

“Okay, so the top three I know is the Star Wars trilogy, and fourth place is the first Hobbit… But what is fifth place? What’s better than Grease?” She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. Bucky laughed awkwardly and looked away, a blush on his cheeks.

“Nothing…” He had seen this movie a couple of times and he loved it. The characters, the music, and the plot, it was all great. But it seemed… a little embarrassing for him to like it. He was still very old-fashioned and the style of dancing and clothing in this movie had him a little flustered.

“Oh, come on! What movie?” Y/N stepped forward until she stood between his legs and then bent over him, caging his head with her arms resting on the couch behind him. He turned his face to the side, not wanting to look into those inviting eyes.

She could just look into his mind with her abilities, but that would be an invasion of privacy and when she gained these powers, she vowed to never look into someone else’s mind without consent. Because consent is sexy.

“You can’t laugh.” He mumbled, still not making eye contact with his girlfriend. She rolled her eyes but smiled anyway.

“I’d never laugh at you, dear.” A blatant lie, they both knew.

“Liar.” Bucky reached up to pinch her side. She squealed and her knees buckled, allowing him to pull her onto his lap. “Just this morning you laughed at me because I asked where that kid’s parents were.”

Y/N let out another laugh as she recalled Bucky’s reaction this morning to a TikTok she had been watching. Some pre-teen girl was cursing about something wrong in her life and Bucky happened to catch the colorful language as he passed by.

Y/N definitely agreed with him, but coming from the 106-year-old soldier, it just sounded like the most grandpa response he could have come up with.

“Oh, but it was the cutest thing!” She snuggled into him, pressing her face into his bearded cheek. He let out a hmph and tried to turn his face away again. But her hands came up to hold him in place and she littered kisses all over his face. “Please, Buck? I won’t laugh.”

Bucky knew if he looked at her, he’d see those big puppy eyes and he would immediately crack. But her hands running over his chest and neck were having the same effect anyway. He tossed his head back against the back of the couch with a groan. She grinned, knowing she got him.

“Fine.” He hesitated for a moment, chewing on the inside of his lip. “It’s… di…cing..”

She tilted her head in confusion, “Come again?”

“Dirty Dancing! Okay? I like Dirty Dancing.”

Y/N had to press her lips into a tight line to stop the laugh that was bubbling up due to his outburst. She wasn’t laughing at his choice of movie, but just the way he said it. His face was bright red, and he was glaring up at the ceiling.

“Awww, Buck! That’s so cute!” She squealed and smothered him in kisses. He groaned and stood up, dropping her to the couch as she laughed.

“You lair! You said you wouldn’t laugh!” He made to stomp away but she rolled off the couch to the floor and grabbed his ankle.

“I’m not laughing at your choice of movie, I promise! I love that movie, too, Buck!”

“Nope, too late. Release me, you leech.” He began shuffling his way to their bedroom. She wrapped her arms around his ankle and forced him to drag her.

“Never!” She cried in defiance and reached up with one hand to tickle the back of his knee. He buckled and hit the ground. She could feel his panic as he began to army crawl away. She cackled evilly as she grabbed the back of his hoodie and dragged herself forward to straddle his back.

“No! Please! Lemme go- HA!” She had begun her assault on his sides. His scream-laughing had her chest filling with light and joy. It wasn’t so long ago that he never even smiled. So, to hear him let loose in such a way made her feel like the luckiest woman in the universe. To be able to have him like this. To love him like this. She wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Her fingers slowed until they rested along his scapulas. He turned his head to stare at her from the corner of one blue eye. His brows were drawn suspiciously. However, the soft smile on her face had his face relaxing into an easy smile. She leaned down and pressed a warm kiss to his stubbled cheek.

“I love you, Bucky,” She whispered in his ear before standing up. He was quick to his feet and even quicker to pull her into his arms. His lips sealed over hers in a chaste kiss.

“I love you more, Dollface.” He said in between peppering kisses over her face. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning into his affections.

They both lived for days like this. It was a battle getting here, but it was well worth it. The calm that enveloped their cozy apartment, the warmth that filled everyone who entered. The quiet as they lay in bed, and the ruckus of them teasing each other. This was Bucky’s entire world. Right here. In her arms.

They had calmed down and were simply holding each other, both lost in thought of their love for the other. She gently stroked her fingers down the back of his head, letting her nails scrape against his scalp. She could feel the goosebumps rising under her other hand.

He was giving her the same treatment with his arms wrapped around her waist, his right hand tracing up and down her spine. He was so warm against her. She sighed contently against his skin, dropping a kiss to the space his shoulder met his neck. He hummed in happiness.

Oh yeah, he was going to make the dream he had last night come true. The second she fell asleep for her nap he was going to look up rings. And maybe a house. And at the shelter for a dog, or maybe a cat. Hell, he should look at baby cribs while he’s at it.

“What are you thinking about so hard, Bucky? I can smell smoke,” she teased. He grumbled and nipped her neck.

“Rude. And here I was thinking about how good you would look in a wedding dress.” He released her and tried to pull away. “But nevermind.”

“Wait! What?” She tightened her arms around him, preventing him from going anywhere, not like he truly planned to anyway. He was far too happy in her embrace to be out of it for long anyway. “You were thinking of me in a wedding dress? Is it because of your dream last night?”

Bucky stepped closer to her again, his hands on her hips stroking circles with his thumbs. “Well, yeah. Last night was the first time I dreamed of us being married… But it’s not the first time I thought about it.”

Hope and unadulterated joy filled her chest. Not a day went by since she confessed to him last year that she didn’t think of what it would be like to be called, Mrs. Barnes.

“Come here!” She pulled away from him and grabbed his hand, dragging him into their room. He had whiplash. One second he was saying he wanted to marry her and the next she was dragging him through their home.

In the bedroom, she went to the desk and pulled a notebook from the drawer. It was the one she kept with her during briefings and other meetings.

“Do you remember a few months ago when we were in a meeting and you asked what I was doodling?” She held the book to her chest nervously. Her feet were pressed together, fidgeting. He nodded slowly. He wasn’t entirely sure where she was going with this.

“Okay, well, I wasn’t really doodling… I was writing this.” She opened the notebook to a page in the middle and handed it over to him. He took it with shaking hands as hope and anticipation flooded his senses.

Mrs. Barnes <3

It was written over and over again on the page. Some with her first name. Some with her first and middle. She even looked to be practicing different signatures with Barnes as her last name.

“I’m sorry… it’s kinda weird, I’m just now realizing… We can forget it-”

He silenced her with a soul-searing kiss. He was never forgetting this. She wanted to marry him just as much as he wanted to marry her. Her hands dropped the notebook to instead grip his hoodie and pull him in closer.

When they pulled away their faces had matching love-drunk grins.

“I don’t have a ring and I don’t want to let you go to kneel, but will you, Y/N L/N, do me the very high honor of marrying me?” Bucky’s blue eyes peered into her own, bright and hopeful. She giggled and pulled him into a tight hug, her arms now around his neck and her lips against his ear.

“Of course, I will.”

Something I've been debating....

I need help deciding.

Should i do two versions of my bucky story, one with the OC and then the second with a slightly detailed reader (like detailed background/family/last name, certain parameters she abides by, ex -> is able bodied, certain characters are able to pick her up, is no taller than 'x'.) ???

Help 😐

It's just that nobody has read my story, it's an oc story (hydra hurt us, but he brought us together) and I want someone to read it, not all of its out yet but I've been working really hard to write it and I've been doing so much research just for no one to read it...

I mean it won't be as good I think with it not being an oc but she's not very defined other than her name and details (skin, eyes, hair) which is easily changed to neutral stuff...

So please let me know.

Something I've been debating....

I need help deciding.

Should i do two versions of my bucky story, one with the OC and then the second with a slightly detailed reader (like detailed background/family/last name, certain parameters she abides by, ex -> is able bodied, certain characters are able to pick her up, is no taller than 'x'.) ???

Help 😐

It's just that nobody has read my story, it's an oc story (hydra hurt us, but he brought us together) and I want someone to read it, not all of its out yet but I've been working really hard to write it and I've been doing so much research just for no one to read it...

I mean it won't be as good I think with it not being an oc but she's not very defined other than her name and details (skin, eyes, hair) which is easily changed to neutral stuff...

So please let me know.

Something I've been debating....

I need help deciding.

Should i do two versions of my bucky story, one with the OC and then the second with a slightly detailed reader (like detailed background/family/last name, certain parameters she abides by, ex -> is able bodied, certain characters are able to pick her up, is no taller than 'x'.) ???

Help 😐

It's just that nobody has read my story, it's an oc story (hydra hurt us, but he brought us together) and I want someone to read it, not all of its out yet but I've been working really hard to write it and I've been doing so much research just for no one to read it...

I mean it won't be as good I think with it not being an oc but she's not very defined other than her name and details (skin, eyes, hair) which is easily changed to neutral stuff...

So please let me know.

Omg!!! I live this story so much and I def would be putting my scent on everything of his 🙂🙂🙂

A Crown of Flowers

Pairing: Shifter!Bucky Barnes x Shifter!Female Reader Summary: You make Bucky a crown of flowers and he gets a little closer to the shifter quickly stealing his heart. Word Count: Over 2.2k Warnings: Shifters, flirting, slight possessive behavior, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Previous Part of AU: The Pull of Gravity A/N: More Wolfie and Little Red! I really need to give this AU a name. ❤️ Beta read by @whisperlullaby (thank you!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics! ❤️Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky considered himself to be a dangerous predator. A good man by nature, but vicious when the occasion called for it. Sam told him more than once that he didn’t look approachable even when he wasn’t in wolf form. A far cry from his younger years when he charmed most people around him with a smile. Life in the woods and seeing the things in both his human and shifter form changed him. He hoped for the better, even with his sometimes grumpy nature.

He was far from the predator he claimed to think he was thanks to the crown of flowers on his head.

“You look so pretty, Wolfie!” you smiled, reaching over to adjust the crown. Your eyes narrowed at the unmistakable growl that left his lips. “Oh, don’t you dare growl at me. That may work with your pack or family or whatever you call them, but not me.”

His lip lifted in a softer sort of snarl, but you remained unafraid as you tucked a lone flower behind your ear. You somehow convinced him to sit in the garden beside you and it felt nice. When was the last time he took a moment to appreciate the beauty of it? “And what are you gonna do about it? Bite me again?”

“Don’t tempt me,” you smirked, playfully snapping your teeth for good measure. “I don’t know why you have that look on your face. The crown looks nice. Steve’s wearing his with pride.”

“He’s just being nice to you,” he said.

But if we’re comparing crowns, mine is nicer and I refuse to let those words leave my mouth.

“Yeah, he’s a nice guy. That’s why he gave me your shirt,” you said, gesturing to the fabric that covered your skin.

Shifters ran warm, but it was starting to get darker and colder. You hadn’t had a chance to get the red cape of yours that you mentioned. Steve was kind enough to get you a long shirt of Bucky’s to wear, to both his and your disappointment when you covered yourself up. It was also smart on the blonde’s part not to give you one of his own shirts, as if he sensed that Bucky wouldn’t like anyone else’s scent on you.

I’m possessive and I’m fucked.

“We should probably head inside. I’m sure you’re starving,” he said, knowing if he dwelled for too long at the thought of his scent on you that he’d fuck you right there in the dirt.

Only if you wanted that.

“In a minute. I want to enjoy the view a little longer,” you said, leaning back on your hands to look up at the sky. While you took in the sight above you, he kept his eyes on you. “It’s nice here.”

“Yeah, it is,” he agreed, taking a quick look around as he inhaled the comforting smell of his surroundings. Your fragrance in the mix added something he didn’t know was missing or longing for. “It’s home.”

“Home,” you whispered, as if the taste of the word was bittersweet. No doubt a part of your story he knew you wouldn’t tell him today. “How did you two meet? You and Steve. Did you grow up together?”

“We did. He’s been my best friend since he was a runt. We’ve always looked out for each other,” he said, taking another flower to put behind your other ear. Your hand shot out to grip his wrist before he got too close. “You’re quick.”

“And strong, but not quite as strong as you are,” you smiled, releasing his wrist and tilting your head to allow him to continue. He tried his hardest not to smile at the compliment. “Must’ve been nice to grow up with a shifter friend.”

“It was, especially since we’re both wolves. My parents were shifters, too, but not having to keep it a secret from Steve made it a little easier. I don’t know. It’s hard to explain.”

“Because you understood what the other was going through. You had someone to confide in and I’m sure he did the same in return. I’m also guessing you both understood the need to keep it a secret with people outside of your circle, as well as the need to protect each other,” you mused, tilting your head to gaze at him with a wistful stare. “You weren’t alone.”

Shadows clouded your eyes as he inhaled slowly, mentally noting the subtle change in your scent. He caught shifts occasionally with Steve and the others when their moods changed, but this was something different. It was as if he could taste your tears on his tongue, but you weren’t crying on the surface. At that moment, he wanted to crawl inside your mind and heart to soothe whatever pain you tried so hard to hide.

Who hurt you? Tell me so I can deal with them.

“May I ask you a question and you don’t have to answer it?”

“Okay,” you answered.

“Why did you decide to come here?” he asked.

You breathed out when you shrugged. “Besides being wildly attracted to your rugged good looks?”

“Yeah, besides that,” he smirked, taking your hand in his. Yours was soft on the top and rougher on the palm. It suited your form. Playful and endearing, but ready and willing to fight.

His was rough all over.

“I got the sense that you’re not a bad guy. And I know if I would’ve pushed hard enough to make you go your way while I went mine, you would’ve let me,” you told him, gently running your thumb along his palm. You didn’t seem to mind his calloused touch. “My instinct said I could trust you, so I came here.”

Something warm wrapped around his heart at your admission. He wondered how long it had been since you put your trust in someone else. “I’m glad you did,” he said, his voice soft. He was glad you accepted his offer.

You smiled before you dug your nails into his hand. “I don’t trust easily, Wolfie. Don’t make me regret it,” you whispered.

A whispered threat is often more terrifying than a scream.

“I won’t, Little Red,” he promised, his voice at the same level as yours as he leaned in closer. “But while we’re on the subject of things given and earned, don’t break my heart.”

He heard the air leave your lungs as you loosened your grip and laughed, a sweet, beautiful sound. “You can’t give me your heart.”

“Why not?”.

“Because you’ve known me for a day and part of that was spent killing and burying a guy. That’s not romance. That’s a murder. What love story starts with murder?”

Ours.

Bucky tilted his head like he was actually trying to think of another couple. “Technically, it started when you came into my territory. So our story actually began with you trespassing,” he smiled.

“And it continued with you stalking me. Trespassing, stalking, murder. Just a day in the life of a shifter,” you teased before your smile fell. “Even if you’re joking, why would you give your heart to me? I haven’t done anything to earn it.”

“Because I know you don’t trust easily and you still took a chance by coming here,” he replied. You chose to walk beside me. “So if you can give me your trust, why am I not allowed to give you my heart?”

“That is different!” you said, booping his nose with your finger. “I know you’re attracted to me and I suspect you don’t open up to many people either, but wanting me and wanting me are two different things.”

He brought a hand to the nape of your neck as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I can do whatever I want with my heart,” he whispered, closing his eyes when your breath touched his lips. “I just need to hear you say you won’t break it.”

A heartbeat passed before you spoke. “I won’t break your heart, Wolfie.”

Thank you.

Bucky wanted to close the gap and kiss you. It would’ve been easy to lay you down in the dirt and indulge himself in the warm haven between your thighs. But he would let you take the first step. If you were willing to trust him, he could calm his primal urges until you allowed him to unleash them.

“I think I want to play tomorrow,” you said, leaning back slightly and breaking the temporary spell he was under. “What’s there to do around here? Besides each other?”

The deep rumble in his chest only made you smirk. “Why do you keep teasing me?”

“Because it’s fun,” you said with a lift of your shoulder. “I’m not teasing you just to tease you. I very much plan to let you wreck me and I’ll happily welcome you into my mouth and pussy.”

Fuck. She’s trying to kill me.

“I may sit on your face for good measure,” you added, resting back on your hands again. You didn’t quite open your legs, but the stance was wider than before. “You strike me as someone who gets very hungry.”

Bucky ran his teeth along his bottom lip. “And you strike me as the type who’d ride my face to indulge me.”

“Oh, I would. And I’ll make you wear a flower crown while you show me what you can do with your tongue.”

Suddenly flower crowns are my favorite thing.

“I’d say it’s time to eat, but that’s maybe the wrong choice of words!” Steve called out from the other end of the garden.

Fucking punk and his fucking-

“Why are you yelling?!” Bucky shouted back as he threw up his hands. “Why don’t you walk over like a decent human being and tell us?”

“You’re yelling back at me!” Steve pointed out as your shoulders shook with laughter. “And I’m not walking over there when you two are seconds away from going at it.”

“We won’t go at it today, Steve!” you announced, giggling still as you pushed yourself up and dusted the dirt from your legs. “We’ll wait until tomorrow before we cause more havoc. I think we caused enough for today.”

He chuckled after a moment. It had been a day. “We’ll be right there, Steve,” he said, shaking his head as he watched his friend hurry away. “Punk.”

“I like him,” you said, taking his hands to pull him up. “You never answered my question. What’s there to do around here?”

“There’s a pond not too far from here that’s pretty much ours at this point. No one else really goes there,” he said, adjusting the crown so it stayed on his head.

An amused look crossed your face, but you quickly let it fade. “Maybe we can go for a swim,” you suggested before you turned on your heel. “Maybe I’ll even let you chase me.”

“You’ll let me chase you?” he asked, taking in how good you looked in his shirt. It somehow made the curves of your body more tempting than before. “Hunt you down?”

“If you’re good,” you said over your shoulder. “If I do decide you can chase me and you catch me, you can have me then and there. On one condition.”

Bucky had to will his cock not to twitch. How could he make time go faster? “What’s that?”

“Don’t laugh,” you warned as you turned back toward him. Your finger tapped against your thigh before you lifted your chin. “I want a warm blanket when I go to sleep tonight.”

He didn’t laugh at your request. He wouldn’t dream of it. But it did surprise him. It was a simple ask, but maybe it was much more significant in your eyes. “You can have my bed and the blankets on it.”

“You’re giving me your bed?” you asked, your eyes widening as he nodded. “No, I’m not making you sleep somewhere else just because I’m staying the night. We’ll share your bed. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

“Thank you, Wolfie,” you said.

“You’re welcome, Little Red.”

You tapped your thigh again with a small smile. “Can you show me your bed before we eat?”

“Sure,” he smiled, motioning for you to go with him. There was a spring in your step as you walked beside him and he couldn’t wipe the smile from his face when he let you into his small hut. While everyone used the common area for living, they also had their own sanctuary for privacy and sleep. “This isn’t much, but-”

You darted past Bucky and launched yourself onto his bed. With a happy sigh, you rolled back and forth, your body eventually touching every inch of the mattress, blankets, and pillows. He didn’t ask what you were doing or why because he sensed your happiness.

He wasn’t about to interrupt that.

You sat up with a grin once you stopped. “Now that you have my scent all over your bed, we can eat,” you said, skipping over to grab his hand.

You’re possessive of me, too.

“I’ll give you the grand tour of the hut once we’re done,” he joked.

“Looking forward to it,” you said with complete sincerity.

Just like he was looking forward to having you around a little longer.

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So I will be doing a second version, the second version will take quite awhile for me to do, since I still have to finish the original and then I have to switch it all over.

Something I've been debating....

I need help deciding.

Should i do two versions of my bucky story, one with the OC and then the second with a slightly detailed reader (like detailed background/family/last name, certain parameters she abides by, ex -> is able bodied, certain characters are able to pick her up, is no taller than 'x'.) ???

Help 😐

It's just that nobody has read my story, it's an oc story (hydra hurt us, but he brought us together) and I want someone to read it, not all of its out yet but I've been working really hard to write it and I've been doing so much research just for no one to read it...

I mean it won't be as good I think with it not being an oc but she's not very defined other than her name and details (skin, eyes, hair) which is easily changed to neutral stuff...

So please let me know.

The last goodbye || Bucky Barnes One Shot.

Word Count: 1290

Warnings: sadness, character’s death.

Author: Beast

"... Y/N, please, you good know I need to be there."

And as always his voice was lovingly but yet firm. You raised your head up, looking at your reflection in a mirror. You were in a bathroom, trying to gather yourself back in a row. Your eyes were hurting from crying, your cheeks were swollen. You hated it. Everytime when you have to be left alone in a house, you were turning into a mess, trying to stop him by all costs. But he never let you to do it. You knew he loved you the most, like no one else on this world. But he was a soldier and he also loved his country and was always serving for its safety.

"C'mon doll, I don't wanna say goodbye in that way."

Obviously he didn't want. You were his princess. His everything. And he was suffering just like you when you both were torn apart, at the two ends of the Word

You splashed your face with a cold water, then you dried yourself with a towel. Before you had left the bathroom, you took few small breaths.

And he was still there, just like you had left him.

Standing in the middle of a living room, dressed in a black combat pants, black combat boots and that stunning dark blue coat with two rows of buttons.

You sighed sadly. "Please.. Listen to me, James.." it was one of that little moments when you were calling him by his name.

He tried to not show a kind of a confusion which was crawling on his face, but he failed. "Y/N, really, do you trust me?" he asked. You nodded without a hesitation. "I do."

Bucky took few steps towards you and as he stopped few centimeters from you, he reached his hands and took your face in them. "So now listen to me carefully, doll" brunette asked Simple

You nodded slightly, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

"You are the most important person in my entire life. I love you more than anything else. My love towards you is unconditional, you know it. But I'm a soldier, Y/N. I'm obligated to serve for my country. And nothing and no one can change it, doll. I know you're scared. So am I, but it's my duty and I have to follow orders" he slowly swallowed, sighing shortly after. "I will be back soon, doll face" his thumbs were slowly stroking your cheeks while he was talking to you.

You let out a quiet whimper and put your hands on tops of his rough palms.

"I know, James." And you knew. He was a good man and he loved his country. And you couldn't just say "no." It would be too hard for him to leave when you two would be resentful at each other.

You took a deep breath and stroked over blue material at his shoulders. "Be careful, tiger. Get 'em and come back to me.." you clenched your fingers at material of his coat, closing eyes for a second to hide tears.

He leaned down to you and kissed slowly each of your eyelids. Then he hugged you tightly to his chest and you both were standing like this, listening to each other's heartbeats.

Bucky finally kissed the top of your head and he said how much he loves you once again, before he took his backpack and threw it over his shoulder. Then he left your house, stopping for a second to give you a look.

"You're my everything. No matter how far I am, I am always thinking of you. And I will always love you and protect you, no matter what.." he said before he left, quietly closing the door behind him.

You quickly went to the kitchen and you shifted a curtain aside to look after him.

He put his backpack to a trunk of a huge Jeep and before he got in, Bucky turned around and looked at you once again.

You put your hand on your chest, waving at him with second one. He waved back and blew you a kiss.

And after that he was all alone with the other guys from his unit. Guns, gear, and sadness everywhere. The reality of the separation was quickly becoming real and the six months in front of him before he would be home again seemed like an eternity.

Bucky was sitting at the backseat. His hand wandered to the pocket of his jacket. He blinked and he pulled out a silver necklace with a pendant. Bucky opened it and he smiled softly. He was looking at your little picture, it was taken by him on your first common anniversary. Bucky sighed and put necklace on his neck. "I love you, Y/N" he mumbled under his breath, looking through the window.

Five weeks later you heard a knocking to the door. You got up from the couch and walked to open the door.

You held your breath back when you spotted Steve Rogers. "S.... Steve..?" you asked with trembling voice. "Morning, Y/N..." he whispered, crumpling his hat in his hands.

You were observing him with wide opened eyes. "Steve..." you leaned your hand against the door frame. "It's about Bucky.." his voice was a mixture of fear and sadness. "We.. There was an accident during our operation... I... I couldn't do anything else.." Rogers was stammering. "Steve.. Come in, we won't be talking in the open door" you moved aside, making a space for him.

Steve entered your house with a hesitation. You led him to the small living room, where he took a place on the leather couch. You sat down next to him, your heart was pounding in your chest. "Steve.. Just tell me what had happened.." you asked him, putting your hand on his shoulder. "No matter what you're gonna say, I'm gonna take it.."

He hesitated for few long moments which seemed to be an eternity to you.

"There was an accident.. We were chasing Hydra.. We were in a train, a fight had started..." Steve was fretful while he was talking.

You felt like your body started to tremble. "Where is James..?" you simply asked.

"He fell off the train.. I am so sorry, Y/N... I am so so sorry..."

You automatically covered your mouth with both hands and second later your started sobbing loudly. "Oh my God... Oh my God!!" you yelled with all your might.

Steve wasn't waiting, he slowly wrapped his arms around you, taking you in a hug.

"It is hard for me too, Y/N... I know... Hush... I know.." he was whispering, stroking over your trembling back.

"God... Steve! I won't rub along without him!" you were crying loudly. "Shh... You won't be alone with that.. I promised him if something will happen I will take care of you.." Steve was rocking you in his strong arms, calming you down. "Everything's gonna be alright.."

Three days later there was a funeral. A symbolical one, because Bucky's body hasn't been found. His coffin was wrapped in American flag.

Steve was standing next to you, trying to give you as much support as he only could.

Later, after the ceremony, Steve walked back to the car, you asked him for a few moments alone.

Walking in the direction the main gate of the cemetery, you were thinking of events from last few days. And about your last talk with Bucky.

You stopped for a while at the little knoll and you turned around to look at the grave of James. You sighed sadly, wiping the single tear from your cheek.

"Always, James. I will always have you in my heart. Rest in peace, my love.."

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Important files || Bucky Barnes x reader

A/N: story’s been written for @thepaperpanda writing challenge.

Summary: in the stormy night reader visits Bucky to share the fact of finding important files with him.

Words: 1265

The storm has come.

Bucky looked out of the window at the blizzard the weather-man had promised. But it was stronger. He watched as his driveway disappear in the sure knowledge that he’d only have to dig it out again in the morning. When the power winked out he raised his eyes to the heavens with a sigh and went for the flashlight, feeling his way to the cupboard only to find it missing. He vaguely recalled lending it to Sam. With a spark of relief he remembered there was still some life left in his laptop battery. From the light of the screen he could at least do some work. Already the temperature in the house had dropped so much he needed the duvet from his bed, but in the familiar glow of the screen and the clack of the keyboard, he could at least ignore the storm.

It wasn’t often for Bucky to do paperwork, however he didn’t want to step into next argument with Stark, so he reluctantly agreed to prepare some reports for him.

He was tired after exhausting day at the Tower. He had few trainings, including one with new recruits. He liked to share his knowledge with others, especially some regarding martial arts, but this new group was the toughest one.

Later, Bucky had a meeting with Steve and Sam. They were chatting over coffee. Bucky found himself enjoying moments like that. Steve was his pal, Sam could be counted like one, too.

Bucky smiled at the memory from few hours earlier.

Steve. His Steve has changed so much! Now, he was no longer a helpless man who needed to be protected. He “grew up”. He became strong and confident. Bucky liked that change, although he didn’t show he do.

Something pulled him out of his thoughts. Knocking.

He rose from his bed putting laptop on the night table. He rushed to front door and opened them.

“Y/N?” Bucky cocked his brow up seeing you on the porch. You were soaked from the snow and rain.

“Can I come in?” you didn’t ask, you only managed to jingle your teeth.

He blinked but nodded quickly.

“Sure, come in,” he shifted a bit to make a space for you to enter.

You eagerly stepped in, and smiles when Bucky helped you with your coat.

“Thanks.”

“No problem,” he responded. “What brings you here so late?” Bucky asked.

You put your bag on the floor, and you crouched searching through it. After a while you pulled a red briefcase. You looked up at Bucky handling it to him.

“I thought you may want to know..”

Bucky frowned a bit but he reached out and took the folder in his metal hand. He walked to the living room, and you followed him carefully.

Man took a seat on his couch. You didn’t know how to act, so you stood in the hollway just peeking into the room, and waiting at his reaction.

“C'mon, Y/N, I won’t bite,” he chuckled softly in a deep voice of his, then Bucky pointed at the armchair standing on the opposite side of the room, “please, Y/N, take a seat and tell me what’s that exactly?” he put up hand in which he was holding the folder.

You gave a nod.

“I started to work for Stark recently after they moved me to his department,” you started, “he left his office earlier today leaving me the keys. I had to lock his office and our open space,” you continued, “so I did. But before that I went to his office to put some important reports into his cabinet.”

You stopped to take a breath.

“Water?” Bucky offered.

“Yes, please…” you agreed.

He gave you a smile and he left the room. Bucky came back within two minutes, with two glasses of water in both of his hands. He handled one to you and you took it thanking him.

“So I opened his cabinet and few briefcases fell out of there. He always has a mess in documents,” you rolled your eyes, but when you noticed the cocked brows of Bucky, you shook your head, “forgive me that digression. And when I was gathering them, I found your name…”

Bucky frowned and looked at the briefcase he was keeping in his hand. Indeed, his name was written with capital letters. Man frowned even more looking briefly at you.

He quickly opened the folder and pulled a handful of documents. He started to read them.

The silence was insupportable. But you waited politely.

When Bucky ended reading he lowered his head down simply putting documents at the couch.

“I… I am in shock,” he mumbled in thoughtfulness. “I didn’t know they cut off all informations about me. They just erased the fact I exist. That’s why Steve was never truly looking for me… S.H.I.E.L.D. has made him believe I was dead…” a tear ran down his cheek. “Fuckers!” Bucky hit the table standing in front of the couch with his metal hand clenched in a fist.

“Bucky…” your voice was nothing more than a whisper.

“How do you think, Y/N, did Steve know? Did he have any suspicions that they could be lying?” Bucky addressed this question more to himself than to you.

Shyly, you got up and walked to him, you knelt in front of him and took his both hands into your palms.

“If he would have a single sparkle of suspicion, he’d do everything to find you, Bucky” you said firmly. “Don’t you doubt in this.”

You stroked his palms looking him straight in the eye. You knew he needed support now. You both could be only colleagues from work, but still, he was very important for you.

“Why…” his vocie broke into a stutter. “Why… You.. Helped…. Why…”

“I wanted you to know the truth. I’ve heard a lot about your conflict with Stark. And how it has influenced your relationship with Steve,” you explained shortly. “I saw that you were torn apart.”

He swallowed rubbing his temples.

“Now it does have sense,” he chuckled darkly. “I bet Stark knew about whole situation, but did literally nothing to clarify it.”

Bucky got up from the couch and went to huge window. He leant his forehead against the cold glass letting the sorrow overcome him.

You approached man and dared to put hand on his shoulder.

“Forgive me if I made you sad with those informations, but I felt you should know.”

He shook his head.

“I understand and appreciate what you’ve done. I was looking after those documents for so long. It hurts, but I feel kinda calm by now,” Bucky turned his head to you and gave you a smile. “Thank you, Y/N. Well, I’d like to do something in return…” his sentence hung between two of you like a sharp knife. The atmosphere became dense.

“Okay…”

“Would you mind if I would ask you for a lunch or something?”

You smirked. He definitely wasn’t good in talking. Especially to women.

“Sure, but I don’t want to cause you any inconveniences.”

“Y/N, hush girl,” Bucky smiled sadly. “At least let me do something for you. You did something for me, too.”

You nodded happily.

“Sure, Bucky. Thank you.”

He led you to the door and helped you with your coat.

“I thank you. It means a lot, Y/N.”

When you left his house you didn’t notice, that Bucky was still glancing at you through the window smiling softly.

And the power hasn’t been switched on yet.

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Commander of his heart ~ James Barnes x Reader romantic one shot

Words: 1400

A/N: It’s just some fluffy/romantic story for my lovely Pandas & their challenge! @thepaperpanda

Summary: Action takes place before events from World War II. Bucky & Reader have a romantic dinner, but what happens later make Reader happy like never before.

You put on red dress to your knees and black high hills. You make your hair into a braid and check yourself in a mirror for one last time. Smokey eyes, red lips, contoured eyebrows. You can admit you look sexy. You also hope HE’S GONNA LIKE IT.

You are ready for your date with the most incredible and interesting man you know. James Barnes.

You arrive on the place before the time. You are a perfectionist and you are always on the time.

You have a long black coat on you, it’s a chilly evening on Brooklyn.

When you hear footsteps nearby, your muscles tense.

It only deepens when a pair of familiar hands is placed on your shoulders.

“Excuse me, ma'am, you got lost?” Strong voice whispers straight into your ear.

You feel a shiver running down your spine, and you smile in the darkness of the street.

“Maybe. Do you want to help me find a proper way?” You reach your hand back to stroke his nape.

You hear him purring deeply.

“Your ask is my command, ma'am,” he giggles softly turning you around to face him.

And you melt within a second only by looking him in the eyes.

James is ao handsome and you literally can’t take your eyes of him.

He has short dark hair, but they look so fluffy.

His eyes are in the color of a stormy ocean.

And that smile on his lips…

You feel little weakness in your knees, fortunately he offers you his arm.

“Shall we, doll?” His voice is so deep and you can’t resist, you nod.

“With a pleasure, handsome.”

He takes you to a cosy restaurant.

You’ve been there few times before, and you’re glad he picked this place.

He’s a real gentleman.

First, he takes your coat and his own jacket, he carries them to the cloakroom.

Subsequently, James moves chair backwards for you a bit and push it gently forward shortly after.

He takes a seat in front of you, on the opposite side of the table, that mischievous smile is still present on his lips.

After the waiter took your orders, you smirk at Barnes.

“You look fabulous,” James says, and you know he’s telling the truth.

You blush.

“Thank you, Buck…” In this moment your voice is as soft and quiet as a warm summer breeze.

The waiter brings a bottle of the most expensive champagne.

Bucky waves his hand briefly to give man a signal to go away, so waiter nod and disappears between other guests.

“I’m happy you agreed to meet with me,” he’s still smiling and with every second your heart is melting faster.

You’re playing with lock of your hair playfully.

“How could I say ‘no’, huh?” You wink at him.

Bucky laughs audibly sipping on his champagne. He reaches for your hand above the table and you both tangle fingers together.

Your heart’s skipping a beat strongly in your chest.

“I’ve never met someone like you before, Y/N,” Bucky’s eyes are glistening in the light of lamps hanging under the ceiling. “You’re the best. Smart and beautiful, and yet so shy,” brunette lowers his tone, “it turnes me on.”

He teases the bottom of your hand and you can’t help but chuckle softly.

“Oh, Bucky!” You raise your glass. “To us.”

“To us,” he repeats, then sips his alcohol to the bottom.

The dinner goes amazing.

You both are happy by spending time with each other. You talk and laugh, enjoying meals.

When the orchestra starts playing the waltz, Bucky gets up and asks you to dance.

He has his strong arms wrapped around your waist while one of your hands is placed on his shoulder, and other on the chest.

You nuzzle you cheek to his neck.

“It feels amazing, Bucky,” you whisper. “Thank you for all of this.”

You hear him breathing out loudly.

“No need to thank me. It’s you who made my evening the most wonderful ever.”

Barnes is rocking with you in his muscular arms to the rhythm of the music.

You can give everything to make this moment never end.

You close your eyes and inhale his scent.

He smells splendidly. It’s a mix of nice perfumes, sipped alcohol, cigarettes and something more, which you can’t name, but somewhere in the back of your head this smell is associated with freedom and sense of security.

You both are like that for few next minutes, until the song is over.

Then he leads you back to your table. You end dinner and another bottle of champagne.

“It’s getting late, my dear,” you say with sadness. “I have to go back home. I start work earlier tomorrow, besides I bet you also want to rest a bit before next day on duty, don’t you, soldier?” You slip hand under your chin to rest it on your palm.

Bucky gives a small nod.

“You’re absolutely right, doll. Let’s go.”

You both get outside.

The night is cold, little cloudlets of vapor are exhaled with every word you speak.

“You live close enough so we can take a walk there,” Bucky suggests and you eagerly agree.

He offers you his arm and you take it.

He chooses the walk by the promenade at the Hudson river. You both are walking slowly holding hands.

“I’m so glad we’re together, Bucky,” you say openly when you stop for a while to look at the river illuminated with city lights. “You know, I’ve never had a real relationship. My friends were warning me of you. But I didn’t listen.”

He wraps arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him.

“I’m glad, too. My girl is the most adorable doll in the whole world,” he leans down to you and crushes his lips on yours. He tastes wonderful. You give kiss back.

Bucky looks you deep in the eyes.

“You came down on me like summer rain, wearing nothing but your love Y/N. The shivers I get when you call my name, can’t explain this, Y/N.”

You feel like tears are forming in the corners of your eyes, and one of the run down your rosy cheek. James wipes it with thumb.

Oh, you are so in love with this guy!

“I want to see every sunrise in your eyes, Y/N. I want to see every sunset on your smooth skin,” Bucky caresses your cheeks gently, then he places next lovingly kiss on your lips.

You wrap arms around his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss.

“You’ve changed my life, Buck.”

He smirks and laughs subtly.

Suddenly he takes two steps backwards.

“Bucky?” You ask confused.

The familiar smile is still present on his lips when he reaches to the internal pocket of his jacket. He pulls a little square box, and it’s when your heart stops.

Since that moment you feel like you’d be watching the movie in slow motion.

“BUCKY,” you cover your mouth seeing how man slowly kneels down on one knee.

He opens the box and you can see a beautiful ring with a crystal in your favorite color, namely red.

“We’ve been through a lot for last year, Y/N. You mean a world to me. I want to have you by my side forever. Beside, every soldier needs a commander of heart. Will you grant me this honor and will you marry me, Y/N?”

You feel how your knees get weak, but you manage to keep yourself in a place.

“Bucky… Of course! Of course, my love!”

You give him your hand and he places the ring on your finger. You pull hand to your face to look at it.

“Oh God.. Bucky.. The ring is resplendent! You shouldn’t have…”

He doesn’t let you end your sentence giving you a long passionate kiss.

You purred into it happily.

Bucky accompanies you to your flat to make sure you are safe.

You stand in front of your doors, and you find a courage in yourself. Well. Bucky is now your fiancé, so why not?!

“Will you stay the nigh” You bite your lower lip looking shyly at him, but when you notice sparks in his blue eyes, you’re sure you made a good decision.

“With a pleasure, Y/N,” he responds.

You both get to your flat. You lock the door.

You good know it’s gonna be the best night of your life.

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FORGIVE ME, I LOVE YOU || Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky got into an argument with you. But good thing is he realized his mistake rather quickly.

Words: 813 (it’s short, sorry guys!)

A\N: I made this little drabble for the best squad I’ve ever met. @thepaperpanda ~ guys, I ❤ you and thank you for the opportunity you had given me by your writing challenge. All the love to ya!

Bucky was at the office on the one of important team meetings. You were there also, taking you were working for Tony Stark as his personal assistant.

Tony dispensed some folders to each of team members. “Take a look at our new guidelines. I’ve decided to introduce a few changes into our previous regulations.”

Bucky exchanged surprised looks with Captain. “Wait, wait, wait. What?” Rogers asked frowning and shaking hia head angrily. “Why you didn’t consult this with us before?” Steve growled.

“To be honest I thought it won’t be a problem to you all,” Stark shrugged rolling his eyes. “But as I can see, Mr Rogers has an issue, as always.”

Bucky clenched his metal hand into a fist.

“Oh! Barnes, are you okay?” Stark contorted his lips in a wry grimace.

“Yeah. I am,” Bucky looked briefly at you.

You were sitting next to Tony making a notes from the meeting.

The truth was you and Bucky were meeting since few months. But you had to be very secret about it. You knew how Tony would react if he would find out. Besides, Bucky didn’t want to make himself any additional problems.

You threw him a mean look and Bucky turned his eyes away. This moment didn’t run of Tony’s attention, however he said nothing.

“Next time, consult such things with rest of the team before you will make them official, is that clear?” Steve asked firmly. He also looked at you. You ran your glace away.

Tony was silent for a bit, then he nodded insensibly. “Yes,” he agreed.

After the meeting, while you were walking along the corridor in the Tower, Bucky caught you up. “What the hell was that, doll?” He questioned out loudly. “Who does he think he is!?”

“Buck…” You started quietly, “don’t ask me. He’s my boss. I don’t have any influence at his decisions,” you explained shortly. “But that doesn’t mean I agree with him.”

“You cold make a statement, but you rather wanted to stay silent about things, huh, Y/N?” He lowered his strong voice while speaking to avoid others to hear your argument.

You cocked brews and took a step back. “What’s that? Why are you accusing me?” You whispered. “You know I would do everything for you.. For us..”

“He again made a fool from Steve,” Bucky crossed arms over his chest.

“Hah, so that’s the reason?! Steve. Great Captain. Friendship before love, huh?!” This time it was way too much for you to handle. You raised your voice, almost yelling.

Bucky growled deeply, turned around, and rushed back toward staircase. He stopped after few steps, and looked at you above his shoulder. “Maybe you like him more than you like me? But like you wish, go to him! Go ahead! If you want to be his puppy on the leash and obey his every word, no problem. It’s your shitty decision, Y/N!” He went away leaving you in a shock in the middle of the corridor.

So this was the real problem between you two. Bucky was jealous.

After the work you came back home, and got changed in some casual clothes. You decided to go out for a little jogging. You were living in the nice district at the suburbs. It was a calm and great place to live in, and you were enjoying that fact.

When you were running through near park, you heard your phone ringing. You ait on the bench and pull your phone out of the pocket, and answered the incoming call.

“Hallo?”

“Hi, Y/N.” It was no one else but Bucky.

“Sup?” You weren’t in mood for a conversations.

“Listen, doll, I wanna apologize.” Ok. It was something new and completely unexpected. “I judged you wrong, I should know how does it work.”

“Yes. Indeed.” You rolled your eyes but little smile appeared on your face. You were proud of him. It was a very first time when Bucky admitted that he made a mistake.

“Please, forgive me, I love you,” he muttered softly. “Don’t be mad at me any longer..”

For few seconds you remained silent, but then giggled and agreed.

“Yes. I forgive you.”

“Thank you, Y/N.” You heard a happiness in his voice. “And.. By the way. I really do admire your pretty butt in that tight leggings.”

You blinked and quickly got up from the bench looking around. How huge was your astonishment when you saw Bucky sitting few benches away from you.

You lauged and walked to him. Man got up also and wrapped his arms around your waist. His smile etched its way back into his face. His body was warm and toned as he hugged you, comforting to the touch. His voice was deep, with an serious tone. His lips brushed your ear as he spoke.

“I really do love you, Y/N.”

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THE MISTAKE || BUCKY BARNES X READER

SUMMARY: Bucky was hurt by you. You’ve cheated on him with his best friend. Will he prevail his anger and forgive you?

A/N: Hi. This story is written for @thepaperpanda and their writing challenge. My prompt was white. Thank you for allowing me to take part in this challenge ♥ 

WORD COUNT: 1117

You saw that disbelief in Bucky’s eyes when he was standing on the threshold of your bedroom glancing at you on Steve’s laps.

He was deeply hurt, you could easily feel it. Being his girlfriend has taught you a lot, most that when you’ll mess with him, he won’t forget and you’ll pay, sooner or later for what you’ve done against him.

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Call me \\ Bucky Barnes x reader drabble

Words: 940

Summary: You met Bucky in the club and you both got along pretty well.

The music was as loud as thunder; it made the cutlery on the tabletops rattle. Neon lights flashed everywhere like police sirens, but much more colorful. Bucky was sitting at the bar sipping on his whiskey and casually looking around. When you stepped in, his gaze fell on you. He checked out your body and bit his lower lip; you were so beautiful, full of grace and young charm that his heart skipped a bit within second.

You took a seat at one of the high bar chairs, you crossed your legs nicely. You ordered a drink with vodka and orange juice and when a bartender handled it to you, you politely thanked taking a sip.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

You cocked your brow turning head around. “Hey.”

Bucky was glancing at you liting his cigarette. “Do I know you? I have a feeling we did meet somewhere.”

You were even more confused then before. “I don’t think so.”

He raised his mouth corner in a wry smile. “Maybe I was wrong,” he smirked, “nevermind. I’m Bucky.”

You nodded slowly sipping on your drink. “Y/N,” you answered. “Nice to meet you, Bucky,” you reached hand toward him. Bucky took it and shook it slightly.

For a while there was a confusing silence between you two. Finally, Bucky has broke these silence.

“What such a beautiful lady is doing up here, completely alone, huh?” He asked, ending his drink and ordering another one. “I just had a rough day,” you were honest. “I just wanted to go out and have some drink or few.” He let out a soft giggle. “Same here, doll. Exactly the same.” You winked at him with a bright smile on your lips. “So, taking we both are here, alone… Would you mind to get along a bit?” Bucky smiled widely nodding. “With a pleasure, Y/N” man said.

You both had few drinks. You were talking about miscellaneous topics enjoying your common presence.

“Hey, let’s dance,” Bucky offered getting up from his chair. “We have to lit the dance floor a bit!” Giggling, you nodded. “Sure.” He offered you his hand and it was when you noticed the metal arm. You hesitated. “Bucky…” you whispered covering your mouth. “Your arm…” “Hush, doll. It’s alright,” he said softly leading you to the dance floor. “But, Bucky!” You were tipsy a bit and you really got terrified about  him. “You’ve been hurt..”

You both got on the dance floor. No one could see the dance floor, it’s wall to wall people dancing to the club music. There was no room for any more but somehow when Bucky and you hit it the space magically came. You were dancing like it was jive, twisting, turning, holding hands as we change sides. You both were all grins, you looked like idiots but you did’t care. “I have never had so much fun while dancing, Y/N!” Bucky smirked at you when you both were dancing together being hugged to each other. When DJ started a new set, you turned around letting Bucky’s hands rest over your hips from behind. He took a hold of them and you both were rocking together. You rolled your hips slowly from side to side and Bucky was so close to you pressing his chest to your back.

At the end of the night the dance floor was like an abused chess board. On it’s black and white squares were spilled drinks and broken glass. You and Bucky stayed until the staff asked you to leave the club.

Giggling and laughing, you got out and were waiting for a taxi to arrive.

Bucky puffed on his cigarette. “You know, Y/N. I’ve never, like really never, had such an amazing time like tonight,” he smiled, having his metal hand wrapped around your waist. You were leaning over him nuzzling to his chest and inhaling his scent. “Me either, baby.”

You glanced briefly at his metal hand. “So? Can you explain me this?” You pointed at his metal limb.

Bucky rolled his eyes laughing. “Sure. Like you wish, doll. I was a soldier. Many years ago. I was on the mission with my team and shit happened,” he let out a sad laugh. “I’ve lost my arm there. But I don’t like to remember that time, ya know?”

You nodded quietly. “Yes, Bucky. I completely understand. But, can I be honest?”

Bucky looked down at you. “Yes. Sure, Y/N.” You smirked. “It suits you. You look wild and alluring.”

Bucky smiled again and leant down kissing you passionately. You blinked but gave kiss back humming happily.

“But will you tell me the whole story…” you started after the kiss, but he only giggled and kissed you again. “One day, maybe.” Bucky ended his cigarette, and when the taxi came, he opened  the door for you. “Thank you for the evening, Y/N.” You got to the car but when you were about to ask him about his number, Bucky closed the door and the driver pressed the gas driving away. “NO, NO, NO!” you screamed but there was no room for the taxi to turn around. You looked back over your shoulder and you saw how Bucky was walking slowly on the opposite way along the street.

A tear ran down your cheek as you already were missing the guy. You reached to the pocket for your wallet and then you narrowed your brows. You pulled a wallet and something else. A little piece of paper. You laughed happily wiping tear away. It was nothing else but his number written there slapdash. And one short sentence. CALL ME, XOXO

A/N: @thepaperpanda - this is for your Colorful Writing Challenge.