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The Favors, Pt. 3

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

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Summary: Reader assumes that Bucky is experienced due to him being a ladies man in the 40s, however, she finds out that he’s never been touched and decides to help him out. (3 part smut series, virgin!bucky)

Warnings: language, smut, penetration, drinking, brief mention of anxiety, descriptions of nudity, hickies, fingering, unprotected but reader is on birth control

A/N - this ones a bit longer cause I added a little more plot to it. But here’s the grand finale. Once again will mention that I am not great at writing smut so bear with me. Also I didn’t proof read this, there’s prolly mistakes everywhere.

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“Looks like you’re having fun.”

He’d been staring down at his drink intensely, furrowing his eyebrows and frowning, for god only knows how long. He was sitting in a far corner of the room, away from mostly everyone but close enough to the bar that he wouldn’t have to walk far for a new drink. You’d seen him from across the room, looking irritated as ever, with many other empty cups surrounding him. It’d be concerning for a normal person to have drank that much but you knew he was fine. In that aspect anyways. His head shot up quickly when you spoke, almost as if you startled him. Actually, you probably did because he was so lost in thought.

“Having the time of my life.” Bucky said with a grimace before gulping down what was left in his glass.

“I’m sure you are. I love the look you’ve got goin on here, the suit and tie with resting bitch face is a great combo.” A smirk tugged your lips as you spoke and for a brief second you thought you saw a smile start to form on his. Then he rolled his eyes and looked away again.

“You know, you’d maybe, just maybe, have more fun if you socialized a little bit.”

That earned you a glare, one that implied you just said the stupidest thing in the world. Once again, Tony threw a party, well, a formal party. You had no idea what the occasion was, not that you cared. It was an excuse to dress up and get drunk, so the reasoning behind the party didn’t matter to you, you were just glad it was happening. Bucky, not so much.

“Oh come on, don’t give me that look. You know I’m right.” You teased with a soft punch to his shoulder.

“No.” He denied with a dramatic head shake.

“Yes. You can’t just be at a party and hide away in a corner.”

“If I had it my way, I wouldn’t be here at all.” He grumbled, his hands fiddling with the empty cup.

You knew he hated parties, or any social gathering. Or basically just being around people in general other than his very few friends, on some days he didn’t even want to be around them. You knew he was anxious, you could tell by the way he was fidgeting and because he’d briefly spoken about his social anxiety before. You were well aware that this was hard for him. But you also knew that sometimes he needed to be pushed just a tiny bit outside of his comfort zone, you knew it’d be good for him.

“Come on, Bucky. Just for like ten minutes.”

“I’ll pass.”

You sighed in defeat before sitting down next to him. “If you won’t talk to anyone else, then will you at least talk to me?”

“I guess so.” He smirked just the tiniest bit at you, then he let his eyes quickly roam your body before averting his gaze.

The two of you sat and talked for a bit. You teased back and forth. You people watched and made fun of some of the drunk idiots around you. He couldn’t deny that the party was more bearable with your company.

“Wanna go dance?” You asked suddenly, causing his heart to skip for a minute. He examined the crowd of dancing people before responding.

“I don’t know if I’d consider that dancing.” He chuckled a bit. “Just looks like a bunch of people humping each other.”

You laughed a little bit at that, you loved when he acted like an old man. “If I convince them to play a slow song, then will you dance with me?”

“Maybe.” He smiled softly.

So you did, you payed the guy on music ten dollars to play something not so upbeat. To your surprise, none of the other guests seemed to mind, they just kept on dancing with each other as they had before. With that, you took Bucky’s hand and led him to the middle of the floor. You moved your body close to his and wrapped your arms around his neck. His own, shakily found a spot on your hips.

You looked up at him, admiring his beauty, as you swayed. You noticed he was barely making eye contact and that his body was tense. So you moved your self in a little closer and dragged one hand to his back, rubbing it in gentle ministrations.

“Relax, bud. It’s just me.” You reassured gently. He smiled and you felt the tension from his shoulders decrease. “You look good, by the way.”

“Thanks.” Bucky blushed sheepishly. “I, uh, you look good too. Stunning, I mean. You’re beautiful.” He then rambled out nervously.

You didn’t say anything back but instead rested your head against his shoulder. You then felt his arms wrap around your lower back tightly. You stayed dancing like this till the end of the song was near. You lifted your head to meet his big blue eyes that were now full of affection. With a sudden rush of confidence, he brought one hand to your chin and lifted your face to meet his own, kissing you sweetly. Your tongues gently grazed each other.

It wasn’t like you’d never kissed before, but this was different. It was real, there was more behind it than just trying to be experimental. This had real emotion and affection in it. When he broke away you were almost saddened, not wanting it to be over. So you pulled him in again. Kissing him just an lovingly as before, but with each second that went by, things sped up, got more passionate.

You were no longer dancing even, the song that had been playing was over. You were just standing there making out. It took a couple of minutes or so for you to realize that you were in public, people were probably staring. You broke away.

“Let’s go somewhere more private.”

That more private place ending up being the hallway. The second you two were out of the room, you were immediately all over each other. He was more passionate for you than ever in this moment, practically hungry for you. The kissing got more and more sloppy by the minute but it was enjoyable. Next thing you knew there was a hand on your ass, grabbing and squeezing it borderline aggressively. This made you pull him in further to you, you took his free, metal hand and placed on your breast so he could fondle it as well. After a few more minutes of this, you felt something hard brushing against your leg. In between kisses, you mumbled, “my room. now.”

It wasn’t far. One floor up one the elevator and then the first door beside of it. You managed to get inside without breaking away from each other for more than a few seconds. As soon as you entered the room, you pinned Bucky against the wall. You stopped for a second slipped off his blazer, his lips now messily red from your lipstick. You went back to his lips while you unbuttoned his white shirt, he then began to unzip your dress and it slid right off of you with a little tug.

Your tongue trailed his until you found a perfect spot on his collar bone. You started to suck on his soft skin while he moved his hips against you. His breathe was heavy, you could hear every inhale and exhale as clear as day and his chest was heaving against your own. After a few moments he started to lift at your legs hastily. You knew what he wanted so you lifted your arms around his neck once again as you kissed. He picked you up, your legs wrapped around his hips and he carried you to the bed, where he then threw you down.

He was now looming over top of you, his huge body only inches above your own. He lifted your upper body slightly, just enough to where he could unclip your bra and then let you fall back again. He threw the bra across the room before hungrily pressing his lips to yours. His giant hands roamed your body freely, touching whatever he pleased.

After a moment, he put his attention on your breasts, putting your tender nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. You moaned slightly before speaking out. “Getting a little confident, huh, Buck?”

The man didn’t even respond, rather just moved his mouth to the inner edge of your breast were he began to give you a hickey just as you’d done to him a few minutes before. You moved around him to slip off your own thong, pulling it down enough just to leave room for him. You grabbed his metal hand and brought it to your pussy, he thankfully took the hint and inserted two of the cold fingers. Still sucking on your skin, he started to pump his fingers back and forth forcefully, causing you to whimper in pleasure.

A few moments later you grabbed his wrist to stop him, he pulled his hand away and tried to kiss you on the lips again but you didn’t let him. Instead you grabbed his shoulders and flipped him over. He was now laying on his back, you straddled over his thick thighs whilst unzipping his pants. You practically ripped his bottoms off, bringing them down released his large, pink cock that was already leaking precum.

“Wanna feel your cock in me, Buck.” You hummed lustfully. “Do you want me to ride you, hun?”

He swallowed and nodded his head quickly.

“Words, Bucky.” You commanded. You grabbed his dick and squeezed it gently.

“Yes. God, Y/N, please. Wanna be in you, wanna fuck you.”

You started to pump your hand very slowly up and down his cock, making him moan loudly.

You leaned in to kiss him passionately again, when you broke away, you rubbed his chin, feeling the stubble on your finger tips. “You’re so pretty.”

You peppered kisses from his neck all the way down to his happy trail.

“Gonna have to ride you, cause you’re so fuckin pretty.”

“You’re prettier.” He mumbled sweetly. You smiled and hushed him, before spitting all over his dick. Making sure it’s nice and wet before it goes in.

“You ready, buck?” You said, leading his cock to your entrance.

“Yes, yes.” He said frantically, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait. His cock was practically throbbing at this point.

You lifted your hips a bit to settle on it, you started to push it in, hurting you since it was so large. You put his cock in as far as you could with slight winces because of the size. You then lowered yourself back down and rested your hands on his belly while you bounced up and down. Both of you were moaning loudly. Bucky grabbed you and started to thrust his hips upward.

He was getting increasingly loud, practically screaming out your name. You felt so good around him, you were so tight wrapped around his length, so warm. He felt amazing to you too, you weren’t sure if you’d ever had a dick this big inside you. The fast pace you both were going at made it feel even better, it was painful for you but in the most pleasurable way possible.

“Y/N…Y/N, I’m not gonna last much longer.” He whined, with you still moving up and down on his cock quickly.

“I’m gonna cum, Y/N”

“It’s okay.” You whimpered. “Cum for me.”

You started to go faster, as quickly as you could, moaning out his name repeatedly. Bucky half moaned, half shouted, the word “fuck.” Then you felt a hot liquid pooling inside you.

You threw yourself off of him, letting the sticky liquid make a mess on your bed. You hear him panting beside of you, you’re panting yourself truthfully. You look over to find that he was already staring at you with wide eyes, mouth hanging slightly open.

“How was it, since it was your first time and all?” You asked.

“Really fucking good.” He said bluntly before his demeanor suddenly shifted. He seemed almost shy now, much to your confusion. He opened his mouth to speak but then shut it quickly as if he couldn’t find the right words.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, I just-“ Bucky cut himself off mid sentence and looked away from you.

“You what, hun?” You spoke gently, with a hint of concern in your voice.

“I love you…” He mumbled, barely audible.

You sighed and raised an eyebrow. “Bucky, I can’t hear you when you mumble like that.”

“I said I love you.” His voice was deep and his words flew out quick. He avoided eye contact out of nervousness but he also felt the need to further clarify his feelings. “I’m not just saying that because we had sex, I’ve loved you for months.”

You didn’t answer immediately, you were in shock and it took you a moment to process that information. When you didn’t answer, regret filled his head, he wished he wouldn’t have said anything until-

“I love you too, Bucky. So much.” You finally responded gently, and then you shifted your body to cuddle against his chest.

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Tag list: @your-not-invisible-to-me @lilakings @winterwhore @lonewolf471 @barnesand1

YES THE FUCK IT IS BABY!!!!!!

get ready for me to be insufferable again. i’d say and for me to be back in my bucky phase, but i never left 😄

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Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Reader gives Bucky a massage, he realizes how much he likes her touch. // Or a friends to lovers story.

A/N - I’ve been working on this for like 3 months now lmao. This is wayyyy different than I originally sat out for it to be but that’s okay. I’m really proud of it and absolutely love it and I hope you guys do too. It’s really just a fluffy lil love story.

Warnings: language, sexual references, Bucky’s shoulder and phantom pain, touch starved!Bucky, grumpy!Bucky, but he has a soft spot for reader, some PTSD stuff, Bucky’s also anxious, and he’s dumb and doesn’t realize reader loves him too, teasing, drinking, takes place during and after TFATWS

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It all started with his shoulder. Because of course it would. Of course, amongst all the other shitty cards life dealt Bucky, chronic pain had to be in the deck. Unexpectedly, shoulder pain was apparently the rain that preceded a rainbow.

It felt like hell decided to take home there. An overall soreness, a dragging weight that felt like a boulder sat in his skin, along with an pricking sensation that was comparable to a hundred needles driving into his non-existent arm; which was a feeling he still couldn’t wrap his head around.

His spine felt twisted, convoluted by the 65 pounds of metal it upheld. He felt as if all the damn muscles in his back and neck were on the verge of giving out. This oh so common feeling resulted in a bad day. Bucky cursed the goddamn universe for giving him this daily predicament when painkillers were ineffective on him.

Also, the pain wasn’t ideal to endure in the midst of the chaos he’d gotten himself into. Between the flagsmashers and doing anything, any work he could to get a lead; Zemo being an conniving instigator, always trying to prod at Bucky’s head or give some kind of twisted sentiment to purposely offend someone; amongst many other undesirable circumstances from the past few weeks that he’d been repressing, Bucky’s threshold for irritation had been passed. He was just glad to finally take a seat and possibly bring his pain to a minimum.

You trotted into the open room, your attention falling upon the large figure slouched into the couch cushions. Your attention was on him most of the time anyways but your curiosity peaked at this particular moment.

Bucky wilted into the sofa, head flung backwards, eyes tightened shut and lips pursed into a thin line. His position looked like a poor attempt at alleviating discomfort. You could practically feel this stiffness of his body from where you where standing, as if he was the epitome of rigidity.

Bucky was utterly still besides the frequent expansion and collapse of his chest and the flaring of his nostrils each time air passed through. You watched his brows crease as he attempted to shift a bit, he shook his arm and rolled it in the air before letting it plop down on his stomach.

After your observation, you plodded past him, making a detour from your original route into the kitchen instead. You rustled through the cabinets to find what you needed, or more so what you thought would possibly cheer your friend up a bit.

You half way debated on wether you should actually bother Bucky or not. He’d been rather snappy the whole day. Words few and far in between, yet each one was laced with annoyance, leaving a sour punch to whom ever they were directed towards. There was a lack of his usual playfulness in his grouchy attitude.

However, you had a gut feeling about the cause of his increased moodiness, and felt that you could be of help. With that reasoning, you poured two glasses of Zemo’s whisky, then carried them towards the couch.

The sudden feeling of cool condensation touching his palm alerted the man to your presence. Bucky’s forehead crinkled. His nystagmic eyes followed your movements inquisitively, as settled to his right.

“What’s this?” He mumbled, staring down at the cup as if it were an oddity.

“A drink.” You stated the obvious and he gave you a peculiar look. “It’s not fuckin poisoned.”

“Oh good, I was so fuckin worried about that, you gave me a real scare.” Bucky sneered. “Not like any poison could hurt me anyways.”

You grinned at that and watched him take a mouthful. “You good?” You quieted your voice and provided a more caring, worried tone.

“I’m fine?” He shrugged, saying it as a question rather than a statement.

You rolled your eyes immediately, then took a sip of your own drink. “That’s a load of bullshit. You’ve been bitchy all day.”

Bucky screwed up his face, squinting his eyes at you as if you’d just offended him deeply. “No I haven’t.”

“Yes you have.” You mocked teasingly. “You’ve been in a shit mood, what’s wrong?”

He paused to glare at you, then spoke without breaking his interrogative stare. “Is that why you brought me a drink?”

“Maybe.”

“So if I agree, will you feel bad for me and keep ‘em comin? Or better yet, bring me snack, I’m kinda hungry.” He propositioned with a mini smirk. You playfully punched his leg at the request. “Ow!”

“I’m not your fuckin servant.” You gritted with faux anger but failed to restrain the smile that grew. “Seriously what’s up with you?”

“Nothing.” He broke his eye contact with you and shook his head.

“You’re a shitty liar, ya know. And you keep makin that one face.” You pointed out blandly.

“What face?”

“I don’t know, the one you make when somethin’s bothering you.”

He grunted, then rolled his eyes and swallowed the last of his liquor. “You’re dellusional.”

“And you’re a liar.” You shot back.

“Will you let me sit in peace?”

“If you tell me what’s wrong.” You counter offered.

Bucky sighed and licked his lips. “My shoulder and back hurt. Now will you quit fucking gripping at me?” He reluctantly revealed with a semi-nonchalant tone despite the highly contrasting body language.

Your lips set into a slight frown, him confirming what you thought the issue was. “Arm?”

“The one and only.” Bucky grumbled.

“Phantom pain too or just muscle?”

“Both.” His voice was now hushed, embarrassed more with every moment of this conversation.

“Set up a bit.” You commanded with the wave of your hand, you then stood up yourself and began to walk.

“What are you doing?” His features knitted together forming a scowl.

“Chill out.”

Your response only made him more skeptical of your seemingly spontaneous behavior. “No, what are you doing?”

“My god, Bucky relax. You’re gettin all defensive for nothing, ya big idiot.” You laughed as you strolled to the back of the sofa, right behind where he was seated.

You trailed across his back to find where metal ended through the fabric of his shirt. You then placed your hands onto the taut muscles of his shoulder and lower neck. There was no give to them, you’d merely rested your fingers there for a few seconds but could already feel the knots.

“You’re touching me, I have every right to-oh, oh fuck.” Bucky haulted his complaints with a blissful noise when you pressed your thumbs into the most strained area and began to move them in circular, forceful motions while your other fingers worked more lightly in surrounding.

“See? Not so bad. Figured it’d make you feel better.” You hummed.

You forced your digits deep into the knots, grinding at them to loosen up his body. You payed attention to multiple spots, all along the rugged path of where his arm began as well as his spine and middle back, even his other shoulder. You massaged each gently and took your time.

Throughout, he’d relaxed into your touch. The man released a few soft moans but when you reached a particularly tight spot around his ribs, he moaned rather deeply, sounding guttural.

“Woah Barnes, I think you’re likin this a little too much.” You laughed, still working into him.

“Fuck you.” He bit, almost breathlessly.

“Kinda sounds like you are fucking me.” You teased boldly, with a flirtatious undertone.

“Maybe I’m daydreaming it.” Bucky deadpanned.

“Oh good, how hot is dream-me naked, scale of 1-10?” You played along, trying to remain as blank as he did but amusement still poked through.

“Negative 20.” He bit his lower lip and exhaled through his nose, attempting to hold back the tiny laugh that almost escaped him.

“So hateful, I’m hurt.”

“Mm.” He grunted, the pushed his body further into finger tips, causing the entirety of your palms and forearms to linger on him.

It was an action he’d done sparsely throughout the massage. You’d readjust yourself and a few moments later, his back would press right into you once again, as if your fingers weren’t enough and the inch of air between your bodies was unacceptable.

At first it wasn’t on purpose, it was rather instinctual. The pure ecstasy your touch brought was subconscious but it grew into a forefront, hungry, craving for more. He was intoxicated on the way your gentle, warm hands took care of him. Touching him with a kindness and special affection that he hadn’t felt on his body since Steve, and even then very sparingly.

Bucky didn’t realize how dazed he’d become on the feeling until you pulled away. Until you ruffled his hair, in one final moment of contact and then said goodnight. Your sudden stop and disappearance left him inexplicably disappointed. His shoulder felt much nicer, much more relaxed, yet there was something in him that felt unattended to.

The following morning, that odd feeling still resided in him but grew in intensity when he saw you. Something about it made his heart pang, almost as if he missed you, like he craved you.

You’d called him out for staring, for standing in the middle of the floor still as a statue, watching creepily. Bucky just shook his head defeatedly and claimed to be tired. Once brought back to his senses, he also didn’t understand how his tiny crush had grown in intensity over night. How it went from liking you normally, to what he could only assume was yearning for your company.

Oddly, he suddenly wanted to be by your side at all times but was admittedly rather terrible at hiding it. He tentatively followed you around and always stood next to you on the day’s mission work. Sam even questioned Bucky privately about why he was trailing behind you like a lost puppy, which earned a him death stare.

Something in his head was pestering him to get closer, to find an excuse to spend time with you and it wasn’t letting him rest. So Bucky found himself in the doorway of your guest room, his hands frantically wriggling, sweat starting to form on the right one. You laid, sprawled out on the bed, scrolling mindlessly on your phone. You hadn’t realized he was there, so it wasn’t too late for him to back out, but fuck he couldn’t resist.

“Are you busy?” He asked, causing you to look up from your phone.

“Nah, what’s up?”

“My shoulder hurts.” Bucky stated awkwardly, but at least it was true, his shoulder did always hurt.

You smirked, knowing what he wanted. “My hands are magic, huh?”

“You’re mildly okay.” He scoffed.

“No, no. I’ve gotta be a real good masseuse to have mr James Barnes begging for more.”

Bucky shrugged. “Well, I’d rather ask you than Sam. Or psycho.”

“So I’m your favorite, is what I’m hearing?” You questioned playfully.

“Hell no, I hate you all equally.”

“Really? You like me and Zemo equally?”

“Good point….I like him better.”

You dramatically gasped and feigned offense. “I hope your shoulder hurts like a bitch.”

“It does.” Bucky stated, his tone not even sarcastic this time.

You laughed as you sat up and patted the bed. “Come here.”

Bucky felt the nervousness wash out of his body and internally cheered at your notion. He sat on the bed side and you positioned yourself on your knees behind him. You silently began to work your magic on his body, relieving tension every second and placing him in a quiet paradise.

He liked that about you, about spending time with you…the fact that you didn’t have to talk. Chatting wasn’t necessary to enjoy his company and he appreciated it, because if Bucky was honest with himself, conversing wasn’t a strength he possessed. Anything beyond mission talk or teasing, and his brain would shut down, taking it seemingly 1-3 business days to reboot.

You never pressured him into opening up more nor were you like everyone else, who made off handed comments about how he should be more social. You just understood and accepted, which graciously provided Bucky with a sense of comfort.

After a while, your hands slipped away and returned back to towards your own body. Bucky turned to look at you and you flashed him a tiny smile to indicate you were done.

He nodded in understanding and shifted a bit as if he was going to leave, however you spoke up. “Thinkin bout watchin a movie, you can stay and watch it with me if you want.”

“Yeah, uh, sure.” His agreement was quiet and monotonous.

When you adjusted yourself on the bed and leaned against the headboard, your bicep brushed against his. You settled close enough to his body that your arm remained lightly touching him and your thigh was about to ghost him. Any time you moved slightly, you’d somehow unintentionally touch him.

You seemed rather unbothered by the lack of personal space, your eyes were glued to the screen. Bucky’s were glued to you, a pounding startled his chest from the faint contact. So minimal but to him it felt so intimate.

Soaking in that tiny bit of shared space made a light bulb turn on in his brain. He

realized then what he was wanting so badly…to feel you.

He felt ashamed, he bit down his lip and a crimson color creeped over his face, but you didn’t notice due to your attention being elsewhere. His own head was screaming at him though, berating him for being a creep who wanted to touch his coworker.

It was like a craving though, something that wouldn’t die. Sure, he couldn’t ask without it being the awkwardest thing in the world and result in an upfront rejection. He certainly couldn’t just hold you without permission. But he could give himself a little taste right? It wouldn’t be so wrong to ‘unknowingly’ let his thigh skim yours if he shifted a bit to ‘get comfortable’.

So Bucky did just that, and you didn’t mind, you didn’t bat an eye, you stayed like that for the rest of the movie. He let himself have that tiny win, that itty bitty taste of the most delectable dessert. It’d suffice and fufill his need.

Except it didn’t.

The desire for you ate away at him over the next few days, it clawed up through his chest and was desperate to break free. Your normal presence wasn’t enough for some reason. It wasn’t enough to just talk with you, or sit next to you for a meal, or stay by your side on the mission.

He wanted to feel you. Bucky couldn’t look at you without thinking about it, without imagining your hand in his or your arms around his waist. This escalated to when his mind was too overwhelmed with demons, it started to comfort itself with illusions of you. Fantasies of you being there to tell him it’s okay, as you bring your warmth up against his body, tenderly putting him at ease with your compassion.

In those passing days, he started to accidentally bump into you in the hall way, or reach for something at the same time so your fingers would brush. As the mission continued, Bucky started to give you pats on the back when you did well, or elbow you when teasing. If he was walking beside you, he occasionally would swing his hand a bit so it’d ‘mistakenly’ graze yours.

Each time was like a short high, his mind turned to mush and his heart skipped a beat. He’d never show that these little ‘accidents’ had an effect on him. He’d sometimes have to grimace to hold back his impending smiles, to keep himself collected and not seem like a complete fool.

He started asking you to go on walks with him when he was bored, and eventually would even come to your guest room before bed to hang out.

That’s when he realized despite wanting to touch you so badly, he was okay with just looking, just observing and admiring you. He thought you were so beautiful and took in every part, all the littlest things, the way your nose crinkled when you laughed, the curve of your lashes and the way your eyes popped when light hit your iris. He liked your hair, and the way you slightly parted your lips when you were in thought. He appreciated the outline of your figure and the skin that showed when your shirt rid up.

He liked listening to you talk, your voice was melodic to him and your words always captivated his entire attention, nothing else could be more interesting than what you had to say. Anything that came from your mind was golden in his opinion. He thought you were the damn funniest person and loved how often you joked with him, you were sure to always bring a smile to his face. Bucky was gone for you.

Your friendship blossomed further, your bond was stronger than before. Thanks to you and Sam’s joint effort in re-exposing Bucky to socialization, he’d learned to come out of his shell over those weeks. He stopped being so reclusive, even if he stayed on the quiet side, he attempted to be around others because in small amounts, it actually made him feel good. He started sharing more of himself with you and Sam, even Sarah, allowing you all to get closer and pushing his fears aside. He started to laugh more often, it didn’t feel so foreign in his mouth anymore.

Much to Bucky’s surprise, he didn’t have to move past his invisible attempts at tactility because with time, you were the one who made the leap to further intimacy, and hell, he was glad. Glad to finally know what it was like to feel your warm embrace and even more so to know that you wanted it, you wanted him.

The first time you actually hugged him was after leaving Sarah’s house and parting ways at the airport. You dropped your luggage, then wrapped your arms tightly around him and snuggled your body up against his. It had caught Bucky off guard, he initially froze at the unexpected gesture before he slowly returned it. He thought his whole heart, his entire being, was going to melt into a puddle. You stayed in his arms for a bit longer than necessary, like you were savoring it as much as he was.

“For being so moody all the time, you give really good hugs”, is what you mumbled against his collarbone.

After that, hugs became a common greeting and goodbye between you two. They then transformed into more, you’d lay your head on his shoulder if you were seated next to him or mess with his hair, you’d even playfully wrestle with him.

The more open you were, the more relaxed Bucky became with fulfilling that craving he had. He started to put his arm around you, you took that as a notion to start cuddling with him at any given chance. You’d always nuzzle your head into his chest or call dibs on the position of big spoon. You became incredibly tactile, always touching each other, in any platonic form.

Then there was the first time you held hands.

Oh god, did that do Bucky in. It was at a PR dinner, celebrating Sam’s title of Captain America and giving him a grand introduction to the world. Pictures, interviews, all the good stuff. Beyond supporting your friend though, the two of you along with Joaquin were asked to come for good press as well. Cap’s crew needed to make their formal debut.

It was nice, the lavish food and elegant venue, the even gowns and tuxedos. It was an interesting change of pace for friends who typically hung out at home with some beers. It would’ve have been a perfectly nice time if wasn’t for three grueling reporters, who poisoned things with their nasty venom.

Comments and questions about the winter soldier went flying, the first were mild but they grew into much more vindictive words. It eventually was shut down, they got bored of hearing answers of how utterly normal Bucky was. He gave them no reaction, his demeanor was chillingly cool and unbothered.

On the inside he was writhing, a goddamn anxious mess, and with every question his head became more brutal of a place to be in. He was good at masking though, great, a talent even. The last thing he wanted was to make a scene, to give them a reaction, to be humiliated further by display how easily triggered he was.

You knew. He had no idea how but you did; you always did, you could read him like a book with merely a single glance. He swore you had some secret power or something, because logically you shouldn’t have been able to see how hurt and anxious he was; but you did.

You didn’t say a single word. You subtly reached under the table and took his hand. Your grasp was firm yet tender, your thumb soothed over his skin in circular ministrations. It was a private comfort, you reassured him without anyone else’s knowledge of it.

It brought him a sense of calm he couldn’t understand. There was no logic for how a simple hand on his could put him at such ease, more than that even. It was as if everything else just stopped, as if nothing mattered except the way your soft palm and delicate fingers transferred their affection and support to him, sending a bush of warmth to his heart and an explosion of dopamine in his brain.

He knew you had to feel something to in that moment. Anything. That was the only time he questioned if your touch was more than platonic, if he meant something more to you.

Bucky decided against that however. It was a silly little hope derived from the spindle of thread his own crush left behind. You wanting him just wasn’t viable, but a man could dream and also could take as much as he could get.

Bucky got as close to you as possible without pushing that boundary into romance that he knew you very much would not want.

He immersed in all little things, all the soft touches, heartfelt laughs, and allowed himself to pretend you loved him. Just for a moment each time, just to get that rush of serotonin that filled his brain and butterflies that filled his belly. It was nice to imagine even if it wasn’t true.

As the months started to pass by, you learned his soul, and he learned yours. Bucky hadn’t felt so open and free with a person in decades.

You were there on his good days. When he felt like going out in public, when he cracked lots of dry jokes and sparred with you. The days when he’d talk your ear off, ranting like crazy about how he hates rap music and how coke tasted better in the 40s.

But you were also there for the bad. The times when the missions were triggering, the times his nightmares got too bloody and his memories too violent. You were there for the panic attacks, the days he didn’t even feel like showering, the moments he got too angry and aggressive.

You’d seen it all and never judged, still stayed by his side. With tears running down his face, as his body quivered, you had cupped his jaw warmly and brushed your thumb over his teardrops. You cradled the back of his head and brought it into your chest, holding him tightly when he broke down more after your gentle gesture.

Being with you, even just talking to you over the phone, was equivalent to coming home after a long day of work. Bucky loved you with his whole being.

He never let himself be delusional though, he had to remember that you were just friends. He simply pushed down the detrimental thoughts that came along with that knowledge, he had too much negativity in that head of his already.

As long as you were in his life, it didn’t matter if you were his girl. You’d always be there either way and that’s all he needed.

Except Bucky didn’t take one thing into consideration.

He never thought about you getting a boyfriend, he never considered the idea of another man taking his spot in your life, taking you away from him. Until you told him you were going on a date that is.

Some random man you met in a coffee shop and he gave you his number. You’d apparently been texting for a week when he asked you out. Bucky was appalled at the idea of you being interested in a guy you’d met once. Appalled and green with envy, that is. However he’d told you over the phone, “that’s great”, and pretended as if he supported it.

But it ate at him. Nagged him to death, the idea of you sitting at dinner with someone else, finding him handsome and charming, the absolute nightmare it would be if you liked him. That random getting to learn about about you, to hear you talk about yourself, to admire your beauty, and god forbid, touch you in anyway.

The more Bucky imagined the possibilities, the more chill he lost. By the end of the week, he’d drove himself berserk, and Sam was the one to suffer a two hour phone call filled with Bucky’s confessions (which he was already well aware of) and dramatic ranting. All of which, he responded to with “Man, quit flipping your shit and just tell her you like her.”

Which was great advice. In theory, that is, because Bucky had decided that it was a set up for a soul-crushing rejection that he wouldn’t be able to withstand. So he said he’d do nothing. He’d just suck it up, let you have your date, and try to be happy for you.

He lied. Bucky changed his mind on a whim that Saturday night and found himself knocking at your door, which soon was opened hesitantly.

“Uh, hey?” You said, staring at him quizzically.

Bucky pushed past you and let himself in your apartment, while you stared in bewilderment.

Your eyes narrowed as they followed his form, you then shut the door behind him, still a bit surprised at his sudden appearance. “Why are you here?”

Bucky looked you up and down, real slow with his eyes taking their time on each part of you as if he was hypnotized by you. “You look nice.” He mumbled, still dazzled by how pretty you looked.

“Thanks, answer my question.” You insisted hastily and it brought him back to his right mind.

“Wanted to hang out with you.” Bucky blankly answered and shrugged before sitting on your couch.

“Okay, for one, I’ve told you a thousand times that you can’t just show up here and put me on the spot. And two, you know I have a date tonight.”

“And?”

Your eyebrows crumpled in half annoyance and half disbelief at his audacity. “And I gotta be at the restaurant in like 20 minutes. Get your ass out so I can lock up.” You demanded, gesturing at him then the door.

“Nah, I think I’m gonna stay right here.”

Getting impatient with his antics, your voice rose to a higher pitch. “Whatever, stay then. Don’t eat my whole fucking fridge again and if you leave before I get back, lock the door.” You told them proceeded to start gathering your belongings.

“You shouldn’t go, Y/N.”

“What?”

“Cancel your date.” Bucky suggested in a way that sound more like an order.

“Why?”

He stared at you for a moment, racking his brain for a reason. “Because…it’s not safe.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” You sighed exasperatedly.

“It’s dangerous. That guy could be a creep, kidnap you or something.” Bucky suggested with loads of faux concern, evidence in his lack of eye contact.

You aggressively laughed and accompanied it with an incredulous head shake. “I’m a goddamn avenger and I’ve kicked your ass multiple times, I think I can hold my own. You do realize how absolutely absurd you sound, right?”

“What if he’s secretly some kinda super villain? Then what are you gonna do?” Bucky countered, eyes widened theatrically.

“Yep, Jacob the accountant is totally super villain material.” You sassed.

“I don’t trust him. Even his job is criminal cause it’s so boring. That’s why I’m not letting you go.” Bucky’s tone shifted to one more serious and angry, as did his facial expression.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re on about.” You spat then rolled your eyes and picked your purse up. “And I don’t know why you care about who I date so much but I’m gonna be late, goodbye Bucky.”

“Hold on a minute.”

“No!”

You slid past him through the door way and trotted towards the elevator. He failed so miserably in his attempt but he couldn’t just let you go. He’d rather lose you knowing he tried than to just give you away to another man. It was now or never.

“Fuck it.” He mumbled to himself and ran after you.

Bucky grabbed you by the arm and pulled you in, the his lips crashed quickly onto yours. His tongue dipped on to yours and they weaved together. He melted into you, It was rushed, passionate and also a bit messy, but most of all, full of pent up affection. It poured out of Bucky and onto you during every second his mouth was on yours.

There was a moment of silence afterwards, just the two of you becoming lost in each other’s soft, adoring gaze. Neither one knew what to say. You were too stunned to speak, Bucky was too afraid of the repercussions of his own impulsivity. He knew he had to explain himself though, so he put on his best brave face.

“Y/N, I can’t let you see another guy because I- god…I-I’m in love with you, okay?” He broke out anxiously, every little fear being evident in his eyes.

You looked at him through your lashes with a loose smile. “It’s about time.”

“What?”

“I didn’t actually like that dude, I just thought you weren’t interested and figured I should try to move on. Luckily, I was wrong.” You laughed and then said more tenderly, “I’m all yours, Bucky, I always have been.”

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MARVEL - BUCKY BARNES X READER

Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

-fever    (fluff/flirting)

-All the way Bucky told you ‘i love you’ (image, fluff, hurt/comfort) 

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Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader (Revenge saga)

the stark!reader one shots are virtually all present in the same universe as are about my OFC called Revenge

Stark!reader facts

This are backgrounds info for my OFC!Stark (Stark!reader) that are useful to have more insight for the one-shots that I publish. all can be read without this info but it helps make some of implied facts  in the one-shots more clear. 

-what the hell?   (stark!reader) (fluff/blurp)

-I wish he was here too (stark!reader) (fluff/angst)

-Rebecca (stark!reader) (fluff/minor angst)

-The Gala Part 1 2 3  (stark!reader) (fluff/angst) 

Tonight is your big come back to stark industries after your brother’s death. Thankfully Bucky will be by your side. (more focused on tony’s death and grief)

-Rogers! The Musical (Stark!reader) (fluff)  Ft. Clint Barton and Stark!Reader (Platonic, best friends)

As your best friend Clint is in town and his children want to go to see the new Rogers! The Musical you/stark!reader bring along your boyfriend Bucky and your friend Sam to the show

-Five Christmases in y/n stark’s life (fluff) (Tony Stark and Stark!reader (platonic, siblings) ft Steve rogers x Stark!reader)

You are tony’s sister this are five of your Christmas throughout your life. Mainly tony stark being cute and taking care of his little sister. 

-Your First Christmas with Bucky (Stark!reader) (fluff) 

-St. Valentine Day (stark!reader) (fluff)

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COLLABORATIONS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT THIS IS FOR 18+ READERS

Hello i’m A. i’m writing ff with adult content inspired by L’s stark!reader one-shots

Relax (smut/fluff) (Inspired by The Gala)

Silence  (smut/fluff) (stark!reader) (Inspired by I wish he was here too)

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One ff out each week (they vary in length and type)

Most are of OriginalVampire/Witch!Wife!Reader (Theoretically all are in the same universe but is not a series or they don’t need info from other parts)

The more Klaus and BestFriend!Reader with implied Elijah x Reader are signposted as such

Klaus x best friend reader centred Materialist with elijah x reader

Headcanons

-Headcanons of being Elijah’s wife and an original (Part 2)

-Headcanons of being Klaus’s best friend (Part 2) 

-You and elijah falling in love when human (fluff)

next instalments will be in the Mikaelsons family x reader materialist

Images

-All the way Elijah told you ‘i love you’ (fluff/angst, hurt/comfort) 

Rewritten canon Scenes / reader insert

-Dinner with the Salvatore brothers (Mikaelson reader insert scene from TVD 3x13) (funny/comical image)

-Being daggered (reader insert scene from TO 1x01) (angst) (more Klaus centred)

-You and Elijah say goodbye (reader insert TO 3x22) (hurt/comfort)

-1492 (reader insert TVD 2x19) (fluff)

-1919 (reader insert TO1x15-16 flashbacks) angst and fluff

-Where it all started (rewrite TO 3x18) angst  OUT NOW  

One Shots

-The Painting (fluff) 

-Vacation (fluff, canon divergent)

-St Valentine’s day, Really? (fluff)

-Bandits (hurt/comfort) 

-Muse (fluff, suggestive themes)

-It’s not your fault (hurt) 

-Three Christmases blurb (fluff blurb) NEW

Long One Shots

 -A Mikaelson Christmas: - Morning - Day - Evening 

(family fluff, elijah x reader fluff, reader x bestfriends!klaus-rebekah)

-Marcellus: (Part 1) - (Part 2)

(family fluff, elijah x reader fluff, reader and bestfriends!klaus raising marcel)

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-Let her go: 1 2 3 4 5 (angst with happy ending, fluff flashbacks)

the hollow takes you. now elijah has to save you (TO 4.9-4.11 rewriting/reader insert )

Human AU

-Drunk (more klaus centred, elijah at end and start) 

-The birth (fluff)

Social media AU

-Mikaelsons + reader incorrect chats 1 (18 +)

Smut 

NEW NEW COLLABORATIONS MINORS DO NOT INTERACT THIS IS FOR 18+ READERS (coming soon) Hello i’m A. i’m writing ff with adult content inspired by L’s one-shots

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Quiet

Bucky Barnes x Shy!Reader

A/N: as always, gentle reminder that English is not my first language :P Feedback is very well appreciated! I have a second part planned for this one :) -C

Word count: 1.2k

You’re shy. It’s not a secret. You have a hard time handling social settings and you really only speak when it’s absolutely necessary.

When you were in the field, physically fighting was your last resort. You were a witch, like Wanda, so you stuck to using your powers as much as you could, staying in your comfort zone.

The team was really sweet about it. They never pressured you to speak and they never pushed you to say or do anything you didn’t want to. You mostly kept to yourself, especially during the first 6 months as part of the team.

One day, you decided that maybe you should socialize a little more, that these people were trustworthy and they cared about you. You came out of your room and you remembered Steve’s words, “we have movie nights every Saturday, you’re always welcome to join us”

All eyes were on you as you walked into the living room and you hated it “hey, Y/n!” Tony said welcomingly and the others waved or said hi too.

“Hi” you heard Bucky say, looking up at you from the couch, smiling.

You smiled back, your face beet read, and sat next to him.

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Bucky loved when you talked to him.

The first time you spoke to him, it had been a month since you sat down with the team to watch a movie. It was the morning and as always, Bucky was the first to be awake, having a cup of coffee by the counter.

“Good morning, Y/n” he said to you as you walked in, not expecting you to say it back, but saying it anyways to make sure you knew you were always welcome to be where he was. He noticed your puffy eyes and messy hair, she’s so cute in the mornings, Bucky thought, well she’s always cute.

“Good morning, Bucky” you said quietly before grabbing a cup of joe of your own and retreating back to your room.

Bucky couldn’t move. He thought your voice was the most beautiful sound in the whole world. It was just as smooth and sweet as honey, and he thought that if you asked him to walk through fire, he would. He would do anything you asked with that sweet voice of yours and he would do it without a second thought.

The second time you spoke to him, it was during dinner. You were all seated at the table and the team chatted and bickered with each other, while you stayed quiet as always.

Suddenly, Bucky pulled away from his conversation with Sam and sneezed into the inside of his elbow.

“Bless you,” you said sweetly before you could realize it.

The entire table went silent and you were sure you could hear a pin drop. All eyes were on you and you blushed, you we’re clearly uncomfortable. You weren’t used to all the attention.

“Thank you, Doll” Bucky said, smiling at you.

You nodded and quickly looked back to your plate. Bucky noticed how uncomfortable you looked and cleared his throat, urging the rest to go back to their conversations.

The third time, was Bucky’s favorite so far.

He was sipping his coffee while F.R.I.D.A.Y played his playlist. When Y/n walked into the kitchen, the sun was still rising “Good morning, Bucky” she said sheepishly when she noticed him.

“Mornin’ Doll” he smiled ear to ear, and it made your heart leap in your chest. You liked it when he called you that.

You recognized the song that was playing and Bucky watched as your expression turned into one of melancholy and nostalgia, your eyes glimmered like the stars.

“I like that song” you said unexpectedly and Bucky nearly fell out of his chair.

“Yeah?” Bucky said, his heart beating rapidly. Every time he got to hear your voice felt like a miracle.

You nodded, smiling and looking at the floor “my mom used to sing it to me before bed” you sang along quietly as your favorite part came along.

“While I’m alone and blue as can be, dream a little dream of me”

Bucky almost melted at the sound of you. He thought you would’ve given angels a run for their money. He was completely infatuated by you and everything about you. She’s like a fairy, Bucky thought in disbelief. How could someone be so wonderful?

“You have a beautiful voice, darling” he couldn’t help calling you pet names. He was head over heels for you and he could count the sentences you had said to him in one hand.

Your eyes widened, butterflies soaring in your stomach at the sound of the pet name “I- thank you. Bye, Bucky” you were clearly flustered.

Bucky watched you leave with a ridiculous smile on his face. God. She’s adorable.

From that day on, you gave Bucky little snippets of yourself, and he felt comfortable asking you questions, knowing you would answer. He cherishes the tiny conversations stupidly close to his heart and he has every one of your phrases tattooed onto his memory

“I like the caramel creamer. It reminds me of fall”

“I have a slight obsession with Notting Hill”

“I love that song”

“What was Brooklyn like in the 40s?”

“Bless you, Bucky”

“Thank you, Bucky”

“Good morning, Bucky”

“Goodnight, Bucky”

Bucky thinks he could listen to you talk about absolutely anything for hours on end.

The team definitely noticed that you only ever spoke to Bucky, and they all talked about how cute the two of you were, Sam teasing Bucky occasionally, just enough to make him blush but never making fun of you. They were all glad you had someone you felt comfortable talking to.

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Even though you were perfectly comfortable with talking to Bucky, you still hated being the center of attention and you were easily overwhelmed in large groups of people. Baby steps, sweetheart, Bucky had told you.

On one Sunday morning, you entered the kitchen and the entire team was sitting at the counter having breakfast, while Bucky sipped on his coffee from the other side of the counter, leaning against the table top next to the coffee pot.

You weren’t expecting this many people. Your eyes widened and you stopped in your tracks “Good morning, everyone” you said meekly. Everyone greeted you back, smiling.

“Mornin’” said Bucky to you, sweetly.

You walked over to him sheepishly and reached for his hand. He held your right hand while you poured your coffee with your left hand. When you turned around all eyes were on you and your hand linked to Bucky’s. It made you sweat, you didn’t know what to do, so you just left.

“Can you guys be fuckin’ normal?” Bucky snapped

“What?” Tony asked defensively

“Every time she walks into the room you go quiet and stare at her like she’s some kind of animal” Bucky was frustrated “Just stop it, okay? Don’t stop your conversation when she comes in. And certainly do not stare at her! can you not see how uncomfortable it makes her?” He complained

“Oh my god.” Sam said.

“What?” Bucky replied.

“You’re in love with her” Sam said in disbelief.

Part 2

Quiet II

Bucky x Shy!Reader

Warnings: men (jk just one creepy guy but nothing particularly triggering)

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: this is the second part to this writing; thank you so much for all the love on this one, I’m a bit overwhelmed from all the sweet messages, you’re all very kind <3 Please send me an ask if you’d like i’d love yo talk to u! Requests are open :) - C

Bucky’s mouth dropped when he first saw you.

For the past few months, you’d been a little more vocal towards the team, still shy and easily flustered though. Bucky absolutely adored making you blush. He hadn’t told you he had feelings for you, in fact he was terrified to do so. He hopes he finds the courage to do it tonight. Tony was hosting a gala and the team had been pestering you to go, so you agreed. Bucky promised to be at your side the whole time.

You were wearing a green satin dress, with a low cleavage and a slit exposing your right leg. You were glowing. Wanda had gotten you ready, doing your make up and combing your hair to perfection.

When you walked out to the living room where everyone was waiting, she did jazz hands around you “Voila!” She said, smiling brightly “isn’t she stunning?”

Tony whistled and Steve punched him lightly on the arm. Bucky turned around and his jaw hit the floor. You were glowing. “Oh my god, she looks like a princess!” Nat said cooing.

You shook you head and covered your burning face.

You felt one warm soft hand and one cool, firm metal arm wrap around your wrists, pulling them away from your face. “Don’t hide, Doll, please. You look beautiful”

Your heart nearly melted and you hugged him tightly, with your face in the crook of his neck “you look very handsome, Buck” you said quietly, just loud enough so that he could hear “you always do”

A shiver ran down Bucky’s spine and suddenly he felt tongue tied.

“Alright, come on lovebirds,” said Sam “we’re running late”

You smiled at the term ‘lovebirds’ and your cheeks glowed pink

“C’mon beautiful” Bucky took your hand and you followed into the compound’s parking lot.

The team got into the limo Happy was driving, and Bucky turned to you.

“Wanna ride with me?” He asked in a loving tone

“You have a car?” You asked, curious

“Not quite” a smile pulled at his lips and you followed his sight to a shiny black motorcycle.

Your eyes were wide and your mouth was wide open. Bucky laughed “that’s yours?” Bucky nodded “Oh my god” you ran your hands along the cool material of the bike “I’ve always wanted one of these. I don’t even know how to ride it”

“I can teach you how to ride it” he said with a small smirk

Your eyes widened slightly and you gulped, your heart beating rapidly.

“Yes,” you said, quiet as ever “Yes, I would like that”

Bucky felt his cheeks burn hot and he shook his head, smiling. You had managed to make him flustered. He cleared his throat.

“Let’s go,” he put a helmet on you and you smiled up at him.

He got on the bike and you got on, behind him “Put your arms around me. Hold on tight, doll”

You wrapped your arms around him and held on for dear life, Bucky noticed you were shaking a little. He took your hand and kissed it. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes” you said without a second thought.

“Relax then, darling. Been ridin’ since the 40s” he caressed your hand with his thumb before putting it back around his torso

You enjoyed the ride a lot. You liked seeing the city lights and the cool wind felt nice against your skin.

When you got there, Bucky swooned at how you hadn’t let go of him yet. “You can let go now, Sweetheart”

“Oh” you giggled and Bucky smiled at the sound. He got off the bike and took his helmet, and yours, off quickly.

“I-uh” you looked down at the slit of your dressed and your exposed skin. “I’m not really sure how to get off without- oh fuck it” you bunched up the skirt of your dress at the sides, your left leg completely exposed, right up to your hip bone, and you got off the bike swiftly, as gracefully as you could.

Bucky stood speechless and quickly looked away from you when your eyes met his, embarrassed to having been caught staring.

He held out his arm and you linked his arm with his. “Thank you for the ride, James” you said before kissing his cheek.

Bucky was sure you had some evil plot to kill him tonight. He loved when you called him James.

“Anytime, doll face”

You both walked into the party together and you immediately started to feel overwhelmed. You weren’t fond of big crowds like these.

Bucky sensed your nervousness “wanna go get a drink?”

“Yes, please” you said eagerly.

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Steve had whisked Bucky away from you to introduce him to some people when you were sitting at the bar, playing with the straw of your third drink.

“Hey gorgeous” you looked up to a pair of dark green eyes.

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak. You nodded.

“I have to say… you look fantastic in that dress” he looked you up and down and you didn’t like it. Not at all. “I’m Clark” he said smugly, extending his hand out to you.

You shook it quickly and looked away from him.

“You don’t have a name?” He chuckled.

At your lack of reply, he retorted “I’ll call you Mousy then. Since you’re so quiet” he said almost mockingly. You hated men like this.

“Why don’t you and I go somewhere else to talk?” He put his hand on you arm and you froze and the contact.

You stood up from your stool “n-no thank you,” you stuttered quietly before leaving quickly to find Bucky.

You walked as fast as you could and noticed he was following you, walking a few feet behind you.

You bumped into people and the noise was driving you insane. The music was extremely loud and you had to push past a sea of people. Your breathing was starting to hitch.

Finally, a miracle. You stumbled into Bucky and he caught you, looking away from his conversation with someone else and his eyes looked at yours full of concern.

“Excuse me,” he dismissed the old philanthropist that had been pestering him with questions about his arm. He put his arm around you and led you to an empty balcony.

You exhaled a shallow, uneven breath and looking behind you, the man didn’t seem to be following you anymore

“Everything okay, doll?” He held your chin in between in his thumb and index finger “what’s wrong?”

“Men” you huffed. “This guy was being weird and when I got up to leave he started following me” you frowned and looked at the floor “and there was so many people I had to push through and I didn’t wanna be rude but-“ you realized you were rambling and shook your head “sorry”

“It’s okay” he hugged you close, drawing patterns on your exposed back, his fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I’m sorry men are gross”

He held you for a little while and the steady sound of his heartbeat kept your nerves at bay and your soul at ease. His fingers on your skin felt like heaven and you never wanted to leave his embrace. He felt like home.

Bucky recognized the song that was playing through the speakers in the balcony and his ears perked up.

“Hey” he pulled away just enough to face you, his arms still wrapped around you “Wanna dance?” The sight of you under the moonlight made his knees weak.

“I’m not a good dancer” you said, letting shyness take over you again and scared of having to dance.

Bucky realized he really didn’t care about the dancing bit, he just wanted to have you in his arms.

“We don’t have to dance” the song was a nice smooth jazz “we can just stay like this and sway for a little while” he caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers, his knuckles tracing over your skin tenderly.

You smiled at the thought of that and nodded, hugging his torso and resting your head against his chest. You both swayed softly to the slow rhythm of the music and Bucky stroked the back of your neck and shoulders lovingly as you closed you eyes.

For the second time tonight, Bucky has a realization. He doesn’t want to spend another day where he doesn’t tell you how wonderful he thinks you are. He had been scared to tell you how he feels about you, not wanting to jeopardize your friendship, but quite frankly, he doesn’t think he can take it any longer. He wants you to know that he would do absolutely anything for you.

He wants you to know that butterflies soar in his belly when he sees you and his heart skips a beat every time he hears you giggle.

“Y/n,” he sounded so serious, you looked up at him with concern and hummed in response

“I-“ Bucky doesn’t remember the last time he was tongue tied over a girl “I think you’re the loveliest person I’ve ever met” he admitted earnestly.

Your eyes widened and your face felt hot. “I love seeing you get flustered, I love watching you speak, I love listening to you, I love being next to you” he spoke with a sincerity in his voice. You hands were posed on his chest “I love you”

His eyes are shining and you swear you almost see the glimmer of a tear forming in his tear duct. His lips are rosy to match his cheeks and you don’t think you’ve ever wanted to kiss anyone more in your life. So you do.

You press his lips to yours and you feel Bucky sigh in relief, his arms are tightly wrapped around your waist and he holds you impossibly close to him. He tastes like champagne and his lips are soft like satin. Bucky sucks on your lower lip and a small whimper gets caught on your throat. He thinks it’s his new favorite sound.

You pull both pull away from each other slightly, breathless, you forehead resting against his. Your hands cup his cheek and he leans into your touch “I love you, Bucky”

Your confession makes Bucky giddy and unfathomably happy. He pecks your cheeks and nose and presses several over quick kisses to your face, making you giggle.

You look at his icy blue eyes “how’d I get so lucky?” You think out loud.

He shook his head “I’ve been alive for more than a century and I’ve never come across a lady that makes me stumble over my words like you do, Doll” he’s entranced by your beauty and the way you look at him like he brought you the moon and stars “I have the prettiest girl in the world in my arms. I’m the luckiest man alive”

You heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest “Stop it” you blush and look away, hiding your face in his chest.

He laughs at your reaction and nuzzles his head into your neck, pressing a sweet peck to your shoulder “Nope” he tuts “I’ve made it my life mission to make you blush”