#✦ letters // james buchanan barnes. ✦

[buckybringsviolets]

Just a tiny sweet Buck letter 🥰💌

Hey doll,

I'm really bad when it comes to writing things like this. Or saying them. But I wanted you to know that I love you. Yes, I said it. I do love you. Never thought I would be saying that, not after Hydra, after everything I became, everything I did. Who in their right mind would want to be with a monster?

I know what you would say to that, Bucky, you are so not a monster, never were one. That fucking awful organization used your body for their twisted wants. That was not you!

You are honestly too good for this world sweetheart.

But you get it, you understand where I am coming from, what I've been through. You've never pushed me for anything. You don’t lecture me to stop thinking badly about myself, having faith that one day your words will sink in. You have just stood by me. Quietly there when I come back from a solo mission gone bad. Taking care of me, both physically and emotionally. Not one other person has done that. Only you, baby girl. Only you.

Those nights, the ones that I wake up in a fucking sweat, shivering, shaking. You come to me, gently putting your arms around me, silently letting me know that you are here for me. Stroking my hair, softly humming some beautiful song in my ear, until I'm sound asleep, not waking until morning. A beautiful nightmare-free sleep.

You don't pry when I have moments where I don't want to talk to anyone. I know you understand that I can't, won't, talk about it. You leave me be. But I know you're watching me, thinking you're so sly, sitting in the fucking corner, hiding in another room but so close by, never out of earshot. I know you doll, you're worried but try your hardest to give me my space. Maybe someday I will let you in with me when I have those times. Until then, thank you. Thank you sweetheart for knowing me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

It’s Valentine’s, and while I can’t be the man you deserve, I can’t do things with you that the average guy can, I can give you my time, my love, and my devotion. You're my Valentine, today, tomorrow and forever.

I love you doll,

Bucky

[yours-dearly]

Tangled in my soul

My dearest, I long for you greatly

The feeling of dried blood on the tips of his fingers while he rubbed them together was distracting, he made the choice to focus on that instead of what had beed occupying his mind , but once the door slammed open he was brought back to where he was currently seated outside the office of LT. Williams, looking down, he took notice of the absence of blood anywhere near - for the time being he reminded himself - and that his fingertips was clean or well at least they looked like it.

After following the lieutenant into the small space he took notice of how his left leg seems to have gotten worst since last time, he didn't have time to think about it when the higher rankings man rasped out a cough and started speaking “ welcome back CPL. Barnes it's good to know that you've made it “ , despite the warm words the tone that was carrying them was not delivering the sane warmth, it was empty and monotoned like he just said those same words over and over until they lost the soul within them now only syllables rolling off onto the air.

“ S’good t’be back lieutenant but we both know y’aint bringing be here for all’at so get to it “ I ain't in no mood for formalities he thought but kept the last bit reserved in his mind , the older gave him a side eye from where he stood looking almost reliefed to get to the point, “ well aren't ya in a hurry , and here I was thinking you'd be happy to hear what I have for ya “ he spoke finally looking at him in the eyes before taking a seat the chair screeching lightly under his weight with how old it was .

“ the last time you ‘ had something for me ‘ -” he mimicked his tone not thinking it through earning a stern look before muttering an apology and continuing”- ya had me shipped off to a hell-made-hole almost freezing alongside my men, I feel i shouldn't be all'at optimistic with ya “ he finished and the cold started creeping up on him again, like the mere mention of it was enough to summon the winter.

“ nah don't you worry , it ain't an order I just thought ya’d like to know that you got promoted, congrats Sergeant “ well- that took a turn and not the one I was expecting he thought and although it was a ‘ promotion ‘ he felt the heaviness of the syllables tug at his shoulders but he smiled nonetheless “ well I sure wasn’t expecting that “ he spoke his forehead wrinkling with the rise of his eyebrows.

He ran, sprinted, head first from that tent into his own ,he needed to write to her , short tempered because that could have waited, lunching himself onto his seat he fished his pocket for what was sitting heavily in it since he got it , for what tugged at the strings of his heart with every second calling him oh so desperately.

He carefully unfolded the pages , he can't afford even a mere fold in his darling's very own dear words , the words that kept him from losing his sanity ever since he got drafted into this hell of a war

My dearest, james

I hope this letter finds you well and warm, it's been a while since I received anything from you so if you haven't lost your hands yet I better not find my mail box empty.

It's been really hectic here jamie, bonnie got a telegram a few days ago regarding the death of Daniel, sweet soft Daniel oh how cruel it was to watch it all down on her , so please for my sanity come back to me because I don't know what I'd do with myself if you didn't .

how's it been going? You back yet oh I hope you are, I hope you are nothing but warm and safe I really do , I know I can't keep the nightmares away , I'm no medic either so all I can do is sit and hope and pray for this big act of horror and terror to end so could finally come to me , to your ma , to your home.

I'd make you the warmest meals , hold you close and never let you go unless you are so sick of me , I'd bring you all the sweets that you love from mrs. Ann 's bakery, everything you my heart will ask for I'd kiss the pain awwy and stand guardian of your dreams at night but until then I'm sitting playing your laugh like a broken record so I'd never forget it , so I'd never forget you .

Not that I'd be able to even if I tried

Tell me more about it there, your fears, your nightmares and demons, I want to share your pain buck , your pain is my pain ever since you took your heart with you to the front lines and laid it vulnerable because that'd be the only explanation to my heartache.

I'm writing to you sitting on nails and daggers until I hear from you , Can't get my mind to do anything else, Can't worry or care about anything except you , so please once you can once you're safe write to me james write and make it long so long it's enough until the next one because getting enough of you was never and never will be something that I can manage to do .

Yours, truly and utterly yours

Y/n

He felt warm, the winter is no longer there and it's spring now , it's the only way there could be butterflies and he felt them all too well, he grabbed his pen Can't leave the pretty dame all worried now can we ?

My dearest, y/n

how much I'm wishing to hold ya right now, to melt your beautiful body with mine and to tangle our desperate souls with each other you can't even imagine sweetheart it's all that I think about everything pretty here is you and you are everything pretty.

I'm sorry I couldn't write to ya sooner it's been shitty awful and once I got back I got called into the lieutenant office, nothing that pretty head of yours needs to worry about ya officially are the girl of a sergeant

Sergeant Barner's got a ring , I'm still not planning on telling ya about the stuff in here - the bad ones at least which is the most of it - and I still want ya away from those terror speaking radios only music and laughing and everything good should get to those ears of your , and I don't want you biting those nails

I'm sorry about Daniel and bonnie , things like that really stop my heart love because what if it was me ? I don't want to leave knowing I would hurt you, that's your plan eh? To make me determined to come back to ya , well i gotta tell ya you don't need one sweetheart, I'm coming back and hearing your stop-all-of-the-wars laughter

Are you laughing enough doll? Are ya smiling the same way that I left ya to be? I hope to god you are because I can deal with nightmares and bombs and death but not with a world without your smile or laugh, you gotta guard your happiness sweetheart, for me, and don't let this war steal it or why the hell am I fighting for ?

How about food ? Ya eating well? And pancakes don't count sugar, please eat well I'm dying here not being able to check up on ya , to protect ya from All the guys I know were waiting for my departure to sneak up on ya n try n snatch ya , i know there's a lot cause I got the prettiest dame in Brooklyn, hell in the whole of New York.

Give em the cold shoulder sweets , be rude and bitchy - sorry but yeah give to em , men sometimes don't understand "no" steve got into enough fights about that for me to be burning here , speaking of the little rascal gemme a realistic check up on em please and give ma and Becca my dearest regards, keep each other save while I can't please.

I can't fit everything that I have to say to ya in a million letters but this 's all I can do for now , but don't hold back on me my darlin not one bit , send me anything 'n everything ya got happening there I'll be waiting for ya ' on needles n daggers ' .

yours faithfully sergeant James Barnes

Hey, it's my first time writing something I wrote it in a hurry so there might be a few mistakes here n there also english isn't my first language, feel free to point out any mistakes and tell me if you'd like for me to write more of this

( also someone teach me how to tag )

[navybrat817]

Hello!! I love your writing so much and felt compelled to tell you about Hozier’s song “Too Sweet” and instantly thought about Nick Fowler and Bucky Barnes (or really my obsession with Sebastian Stan)!! Not that you have to write anything, but I hope that song gives you inspiration or motivation to write something!! I just really wanted to share that song with you since I look forward to all your writings! ☺️💗

Hi, nonnie! I'm so glad you like my nonsense. And yes! Hozier is a gift to us all and I adore Too Sweet. I actually listened to it a bit ago followed immediately by Sleep Token's Give. I think many of us are going to be inspired by it.

Grumpy and Sunshine vibes. "You're too good for me" vibes. All the vibes. I'm here for it. ❤️

Love and thanks! ❤️

PS - As I'm getting ready to post this, Sleep Token popped back into the rotation with Sugar. Oh, the thots...

[dear-reader-letters]

Welcome to my passion project, Dear Reader!

A little about myself: I am a college student who loves to write. I am a part of a ton of different fandoms, but my most involved fandoms are Top Gun and Marvel.

I am in love with the concept of creating personalized letters from some of your favorite characters, and as much as emails are convenient, I prefer physical mail. Nothing compares to the excitement a physical letter brings me, so I wanted to share that with everyone here.

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Steve Rogers

James “Bucky” Barnes

Peter Parker

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[not-that-syndrigast]

Happy Birthday to the gayest movie ever made; captain america the winter soldier

[ervotica]

Bucky as the winter soldier will always leave tears running down my thighs! Especially in Civil War🥵

YESSS that red henley does things to me😍😍😍 gonna have to start writing for him again methinks

[fanaticalfemalefan]

No because you dont understand how much I need this film adaptation to happen. The description of the film is SO good in the story. It sounnd beautiful and irreverent and masterfully made.

It is so crazy sometimes that Not Easily Conquered isn't as main stream as my brain has made it out to be. Like I have to remind myself that "Womb to Tomb" is not cannon. And one of the things I want most is to see that film adaptation by Joe wright.

i don't care about new mcu releases, i want the not easily conquered movie adaptation directed by joe wright

[moonpascaltoo]

james buchanan ‘bucky’ barnes

masterlist • marvel • 04/04/24

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs

𑣲 video games I @twoghostsfromeden

Sam Wilson attempts to teach Bucky how to play video games, but you have a different idea

𑣲 just like dad I @ladyfallonavenger

The Reader loses Bucky in the snap and life presents a whole new challenge.

𑣲 coming in hot I @nexusnyx (ao3 link)

When your best friend Sarah recommends you a mechanic of her brother’s trust, all you can think about and pray to is that he doesn’t rip you off. Your car is your prized possession and amidst all the worry and concern of your medical studies, drowning in even more debt sounds as suffocating as it would be. Of course, you never thought of the possibility of the mechanic being the problem. A hot, polite, gentle, and silent-type of problem. Drowning in debt would be easier to navigate than the blue of Bucky Barnes’s eyes.

𑣲 wallpaper I @cosmicbucky

bucky finds out how to change the wallpaper on your phone, and takes every opportunity he can to do so. until one day he doesn't have the heart to.

𑣲 consequences I @duuhrayliegh

𑣲 letters to santa pt2 I @ellemj

𑣲 need and wants I @/ellemj

𑣲 against the rules I @/ellemj

Bucky's trying to fuck you senseless so you'll have to sleep over. Isn't that how a friends with benefits situation is supposed to work?

𑣲 i hate you I @/ellemj

y/n has these weird mind powers where she can feel others feelings or make others feel hers...she accidentally during a very heated fun time projects everything she is feeling to Bucky, basically doubling his pleasure

𑣲 trust I @kgficz

Set during the end of ‘Captain America: The Winter Soldier’. You had been forced to work as a nurse for Hydra’s soldiers, you never expected The Winter Soldier to be one of them. What happens when he starts to care about you?

𑣲 glitter and goo I @welldonebeca

When you have to go on a mission to a different planet together, Bucky is hit by a mating ritual flower, and some feelings you two have been hiding come up

𑣲 accidental pic I @mostlymarvelsstuff

Reader recives Buckys nudes accidentally

𑣲 just friends I @cadaverousnight

A night of drinking makes Bucky bold and a harmless text makes him bolder

𑣲 Worlds Collide I @espinosaurusrexex

The world is ending. And there are two types of people: The ones that embrace the last pieces of happiness left, and the ones that just don’t bother anymore. When those two clash, there’s no way of knowing what will happen. But maybe, some hopes and dreams aren’t so different after all and the both of them get a chance at becoming more than just acquaintances.

𑣲 refuge I @/espinosaurusrexex

You had a track record of cracking tough cases, but this one proved to be your breaking point. The Winter Soldier was out there, thirsting for blood, operating in total anonymity, and leaving a trail of bodies in the cold Colorado snow. Then, just as a snowstorm was about to paralyse the town, Bucky Barnes appeared on your doorstep – lost, sweet, and in dire need of help. It all seems too good to be true, but what happens when his secrets come to haunt him and Bucky’s blurred past reveals a predicament neither of you saw coming?

𑣲 happy little accidents I @/espinosaurusrexex

In a world after the war, Bucky tries to get pieces of his old self back by joining an art class. He meets you and instantly falls head over heels. Now he just has to work up the courage to ask you out.

𑣲 serious questions I @/espinosaurusrexex

Bucky agrees to go on a date to make his colleagues shut up. Now, he just feels sorry for the poor woman that has to spend an entire evening with him. He really tries to make it work, though, because he actually enjoys her company.

𑣲 bad boys don’t buy flowers I @/espinosaurusrexex

Bucky would have never thought, he’d be chasing after a girl. Not when all of them usually fell at his feet. But when he finds himself entangled in a deal born out of a desperate argument with his assistant, he realizes there is nothing he wouldn't do for you: The independent florist who is adamantly dragging him to the homeless shelter every chance she gets. There is just one problem: Bucky doesn't know how to tell you. And the teasing from his friends is certainly not making things easier for him...

𑣲 new slang I @/espinosaurusrexex

𑣲 remember me I @/espinosaurusrexex

After a fight against the most notorious Hydra agent of all, Steve and you discover that your assumed diseased friend Bucky is still alive. Old wounds resurface as you are confronted with the grappling reality that you have lived vastly different lives for the past 70 years. Will he remember your shared history? And most importantly: does he still feel the same?

𑣲 unexpected I @pellucid-constellations

With all of his rough edges and impassive glances, Bucky Barnes looked to be the last person you’d find at an elementary school bake sale. Too bad Steve couldn’t make it, and dealing with a class hopped up on sugar wasn’t a feat you could manage alone

𑣲 i need him like water I @/pellucid-constellations

You think Bucky’s having an affair. He thinks… well you aren’t sure what he thinks. But he must notice the living room light is left on. Every night.

𑣲 flowers in the compound I @/pellucid-constellations

That girl from the flower shop seems to be taking up a lot of Bucky’s time.

𑣲 grip I @/pellucid-constellations

You knew Bucky didn't like his arm. You just didn't know how much until he accidentally hurt you with it.

𑣲 counting I @/pellucid-constellations

Time heals all wounds. Bucky’d been holding onto that proverb ever since blip. But time had never been particularly kind to him, so he opted to keep track of the sweet girl’s in his apartment building instead, the one that made him banana bread and took him to diners at two in the morning. Sometimes, you didn’t keep the same schedule. That made Bucky panic.

𑣲 everybody talks I @nickfowlerrr

𑣲 come back to you I @buckyalpine

What happens when a time travel mission ends up with a version of Bucky from the 40′s standing on the time travel platform.

𑣲 did you hear I @/buckyalpine

𑣲 40s bucky w/ nurse!reader I @/buckyalpine

𑣲 sunshine I @/buckyalpine

𑣲 spiral I @/buckyalpine

𑣲 pick me I @/buckyalpine

𑣲 untouched I @/buckyalpine

𑣲 tongue twister I @/buckyalpine

𑣲 wait what pt2 pt3 pt4 I @/buckyalpine

𑣲 can you not pt2 pt3 I @/buckyalpine

𑣲 choices pt2 I @/buckyalpine

𑣲 drabble I @/buckyalpine

𑣲 aching I @bbyboybucket

After Reader gives Bucky a massage, he realizes how much he likes her touch

𑣲 tiny match maker I @jamdoughnutmagician

Adjusting to his new life outside of the superhero business, Bucky makes the acquaintance of a very young, inquisitive girl.

𑣲 metal arm brrr I @bombsonboard

Every problem needs a solution. Bucky just isn't the biggest fan of yours.

𑣲 the cards were dealt I @bucky-fricking-barnes

Bucky and Y/N are the children of the two most prominent mob bosses in New York. When their parents use them as part of a deal, they’re left to figure out how their lives fit together.

𑣲 a different kind of valentine pt2 I @holylulusworld

Your fiancé breaks your heart on Valentine’s Day out of all days.

𑣲 happy birthday big grump I @/holylulusworld

Your new neighbor is a professional grump. No reason to not be nice to him on his birthday.

𑣲 april fools day (stucky x reader) I @/holylulusworld

Steve and Bucky ask you to join their prank.

𑣲 siren be bound to me I @darkdemeter

He is your captain. There is no place you'd rather be than by his side, nothing you could ever want for that is not him. You owe everything, your entire self, to him. And yet overboard and on the tide you set sail across in search for a great and ancient treasure, a song continues to seep through the cracks of your heart and soul... a song so familiar yet unknown.Forgotten. And Bucky reminds you yet again that there no place else for you that isn't beside him, that there is nothing out there

𑣲 curiosity killed the cat I @queers-gambit

after rescuing you from kidnappers, you overhear your boyfriend-turned-savior complain about how clingy you've become

𑣲 i’d back off if i were you I @thighs-of-betrayal-blog

𑣲 an unforgettable love I @/thighs-of-betrayal-blog

𑣲 hold the door I @/thighs-of-betrayal-blog

You’ve never met your new neighbor, not until an incident happens involving the apartments elevator. 

𑣲 out of practice I @drabbles-mc

reader is a mom, bucky hasn't dated in like 70 years

𑣲 next door to love I @jobean12-blog

When you made the move to the city you never expected your new neighbor to be so sweet and helpful...or hot.

𑣲 this spells love I @/jobean12-blog

Bucky is your best friend and he really is the best but he wants more, he wants everything, but the idea that it could ruin your friendship and he could lose you is too much...

𑣲 boom clap I @/jobean12-blog

Before tonight you wouldn't have been able to label your relationship with Bucky but after he gets home earlier than expected from a mission and shows up at the bar everything changes.

𑣲 everything you want I @/jobean12-blog

there’s no one you trust more than your husband and he always knows exactly what you want.

𑣲 meet my family I @skaye44

Your parents want to meet your boyfriend Bucky which you agree, but the whole family invites itself along for the meeting.

𑣲 my sun my star pt2 pt3 I @cosmos-coma

You wait up late for your boyfriend Bucky to return from his mission, but it isn't Bucky who finds you

𑣲 my everything I @mrsbarnesblog

The last thing that Bucky ever expected to see was the love of his life from the past trapped in one of the Hydra bunkers in the cryofreeze chamber. Yet here he was almost two days later, staring at your still unconscious body through the window at the medical wing, imagining the horror and disgust on your face when you found out that he was no longer the innocent and happy boy you knew before

𑣲 i trust you I @/mrsbarnesblog

when Bucky comes back from a mission with a knife wound there is only one person who can convince him to get help

𑣲 5+1 I @mrs-elsie-barnes

Whether it's on a mission, a work event or a holiday, your sleeping arrangements never seem to work out as planned. It doesn't really bother you until...it does. Confronted with a night sleeping apart, you and Bucky finally talk

𑣲 just like that I @navybrat817

Bucky suggests staying in a hotel together before an undercover mission, which would be fine if you didn't have a massive crush on the super soldier.

𑣲 begin again everything i wanted I @sergeantbuckybarnes

When you go to meet your friend at her work you see a cute guy had been stood up, so you’re going to be the best date of his life.

𑣲 amnesia I @/sergeantbuckybarnes

During a fight in Madripoor you get hit in the head resulting in forgetting the last ten years of your life. And most important, your boyfriend.

𑣲 diamonds I @angrythingstarlight

𑣲 chubby!bucky I @/angrythingstarlight

𑣲 more chubby baker! bucky I @/angrythingstarlight

𑣲 blow me away I @/angrythingstarlight

You just discovered that your boyfriend has never had a blowjob before and that’s a travesty. Good thing you’re about to blow his mind.

𑣲 not so bad I @literaryavenger

It's Bucky's birthday, but doesn't want to make a big deal out of it.

𑣲 happy birthday I @/literaryavenger

It's your birthday and the only person who doesn't seem to be excited about it is you

𑣲 body and soul I @theladybarnes

Reader has a conversation with Sam that leaves her a little confused before her date with Bucky. Includes probably the best romance movie quote to ever grace films.

𑣲 you’re my desire pt2 I @marvelouslizzie w/ @/notafunkiller

Your best friend drags you out on a double date. You were supposed to be Steve Rogers' date, but plans change pretty quickly and you end up in Bucky Barnes' arms.

𑣲 she chose me I @notafunkiller

Steve's hopes get crushed when he wrongly assumes you'd choose him over Bucky.

𑣲 bucky has a crush I @assembletheimagines

𑣲 buckyvision pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt5.5 pt6 pt7 pt8 pt9 pt10 I @fictionalmemoirs

𑣲 eye for an eye I @christowhore

you come home one night to find bucky in bed with another woman. after threatening divorce, he begs for your forgiveness and tells you he'll do anything. he should’ve known to always be careful with what you wish for.

𑣲 just one more minute I @/christowhore

you grow tired of bucky constantly leaving you in dark when it comes to his feelings. finally, you have enough.

[m4rv3l-girl]

Hi I was wondering if you'd be able to maybe write fluff about Bucky and his dog tags? Like he leaves them at your place after a movie night in hopes you wear them and you did and he gets all proud and happy that you openly are his but subtly? Thank you love your writing!

Engraved

Bucky x Y/N

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Movie nights with Bucky Barnes had become a comfortable routine. It wasn’t something you’d planned, not exactly. The first time, he’d just shown up at your apartment, an old VHS copy of Casablanca in hand, and mumbled something about how you “needed to be properly educated.”

One movie turned into two, then three, and before you knew it, Friday nights were permanently reserved for the two of you—him stretched out on your couch, a bowl of popcorn balanced precariously on his chest, and you curled up beside him, legs tangled together like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Last night had been no different. He’d fallen asleep before the end credits rolled, his weight warm and solid against your side. You’d thought about waking him, but the sight of him—peaceful, unguarded—was too rare to disturb. Instead, you’d thrown a blanket over him and let him sleep while you quietly cleaned up. It wasn’t until morning, after he’d mumbled his goodbyes and disappeared out the door, that you noticed what he’d left behind.

His dog tags.

You found them resting on your coffee table, the thin silver chain catching the light. Your fingers ghosted over the cool metal as you picked them up, the engraved letters sharp and familiar. James Buchanan Barnes.

You weren’t sure if he’d left them by accident or on purpose, but the thought of him wanting you to have them sent warmth pooling in your chest. They were his, but they felt like him, like some quiet claim he’d placed on you without needing to say a word.

A smile tugged at your lips as you slipped them over your head. The weight of them was steady, grounding. It was different from wearing a necklace, less decorative, more meaningful. Intimate. The kind of thing you’d have to be willing to explain if someone asked. The kind of thing that meant something.

Bucky showed up later that evening, knocking on your door like he always did—two short raps, a pause, then another. You pulled the door open to find him standing there, hands tucked into his jacket pockets, eyes flickering over you like he was cataloging every detail. It took him a second to notice, but when he did, his breath hitched.

His dog tags, resting against your collarbone, nestled into the valley between your breasts like they belonged there.

His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words. Instead, he stepped closer, fingers brushing the metal where it lay against your skin.

“You’re wearin’ ‘em,” he said, voice softer than usual, almost awed.

You swallowed, suddenly hyperaware of how close he was. “Yeah.”

A slow grin crept onto his face, something warm and proud flickering behind his eyes. “Look good on you, doll.”

Heat crept up your neck, but you didn’t look away. “Guess that means they’re mine now.”

Bucky huffed out a breath, something caught between a laugh and a sigh. His thumb traced over the engraving, barely there. “Guess it does.”

The moment stretched between you, thick with something unspoken. The dog tags were subtle, not an obvious declaration, but Bucky had never needed words to make himself clear. He was looking at you like you were the best thing he’d ever seen, and it hit you then—this was his way of showing you were his. Not in a possessive way, but in a quiet, steady kind of love that didn’t need to be shouted to be real.

Bucky ducked his head, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then another to your cheek. When he pulled back, his grin was still there, softer now, but just as proud.

“Keep ‘em safe for me, yeah?”

You smiled, fingers curling around the cool metal. “Always.”

His eyes lingered on you for a moment before he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. He shrugged off his jacket and tossed it onto the couch, his usual spot already claimed as he made himself comfortable. You followed, perching on the arm of the sofa as he reached for you, his hand wrapping around your wrist before tugging you down beside him.

“You really like ‘em, huh?” he murmured, fingers brushing over the chain again, as if reassuring himself they were still there.

You nodded. “I do. Feels… right.”

Bucky exhaled, something deep and satisfied in the way his chest rose and fell. “Yeah, it does.”

A comfortable silence settled between you, the weight of his hand against yours, the warmth of his body close beside you. Then, with a chuckle, he nudged your shoulder. “So, what’re we watchin’ tonight?”

You smirked, reaching for the remote. “Hope you’re ready, Barnes. It’s a rom-com kind of night.”

He groaned, but the way he settled in, arm draped over your shoulders, told you he didn’t really mind. Not if it meant spending the night with you, dog tags and all.

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Heyy, I love doing fluffy little fics like this! I hope you enjoyed it ❤️

[accihoe]

Christmas Surprise

Pairing: Sergeant!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: I don't want to spoil it, read and find out 💕

Warnings: mentions of war and army stuff

A/n: Merry Christmas, folks. I hope you all have a blessed day. I think it's kind of obvious what the story is about, but I hope you like it.

Read this pls❤️

Xxxx

"It's a pity James won't be making it this year. He's scarcely been around for Christmases since Papa passed, and Y/N seemed to have changed that, I thought. Though I suppose he is part of the army now, and they need him for war and all that."

"I was under the impression that all soldiers in training got Christmas off. But I know nothing about military matters, so don't trust my judgment."

Y/N stood in the hallway as her sisters-in-law spoke, Rebecca and Rudy (I made Rudy up for the sake of the story). Her heart beat heavily in her chest as she stared at the framed sketch of James Buchanan Barnes, drawn by Steven. G. R. .

With a smooth of her hands down her apron, she walked into the kitchen. The chatter instantly and awkwardly shifted to the peas that stood on the counter, and Rudy scattered to look for the rolling pin, that was tucked into the front pocket of her apron.

"It's alright, I heard. And Rudy's right. Jamie was supposed to come home four days ago, but for some reason him and his commando friends got refused dismissal or something."

Rebecca sighed, setting down her eggnog, and went to Y/N, laying a hand on her shoulder.

"Y/N/N,"

"Becca, it's quite alright. I really understand your concern, I do. I just feel bad for Jamie. He often spoke of his fondness for Christmas."

Rebecca gave another sad sigh and looked at Judy, who understood the silence.

"Well, on a different note. We've managed to scrounge together some canned versions of James's favourites. It ain't the real deal,"

"But it's pretty damn near."

Rebecca finished Rudy's sentence, allowing a little humour to fill the space. Y/N chuckled lightly, picking up a can of peas. This Christmas would be their 5th without Rudy's husband Joe, their 3rd without their father, and their 16th Christmas without their mother. And now, it would be their 3rd with Y/N, and 1st without Bucky. The three sisters (minus Y/N, merely Bucky's girlfriend, but they went by that nickname), were left to spend Christmas by themselves.

A knock at the door pulled the three women from their thoughts. They shared a look: that was not a feminine knock. It could mean one of three things;

•James was home by some miracle

•They were about to geat dreaded news about James

•The old man next door sent by his wife for sugar

•Rebecca's secret admirer (though this thought was only shared by Y/N and Ruby, and had James been there, him too)

"I'll go get it."

Y/N rushed to the door, heart pounding excitedly. To her dismay, it was Tom, the butcher's son. Y/N's heart sank and her smile faded to an annoyed expression.

"Tom. What can I do for you?"

"Merry Christmas, beautiful."

Y/N sighed, about to close the door when he handed her an envelope. Y/N cocked a brow, hesitant to take it.

"What's this?"

"It's from the post office. Mr. Bennett asked me to deliver it to you. Says the sender pleaded."

Y/N reached to take it but Tom pulled it back.

"Uh uh, first, Malcolm sent you something, and you need to take it before I give you your letter."

Y/N groaned, rolling her eyes.

"I am not obligated to take it."

"Well I'm not obligated to give this letter to you. It's just a favour."

Y/N narrowed her eyes and pressed her lips into a fine line.

"Fine."

Tom picked up a wrapped tin box and handed it to Y/N. Her gut sank, she knew what was in the tin. Tom placed the letter on the box and left. Y/N retrieved inside silently and placed her belongings upstairs in her room. She locked her door and ripped open the paper, sighing heavily when she saw the note on top of the expensive boots she'd been dreaming about.

Just a glimpse of what a real man could give you. Merry Christmas.

The note read.

She felt too bad to open the letter she knew was from James.

-Fast forward to eating time-

After the girls had dished up and said Grace, they sat at the table, ready to eat. Another knock sounded at the door, a man's knock. But a specific pattern belonging to only one man.

"James!"

The three girls said together and got up, but Y/N beat the rest to the door. The door was jerked open, blowing Y/N's hair from her face from the friction. Her stomach swarmed with fiery butterflies when her eyes registered the man before them.

"Buck,"

His signature grin spread across his face before he stepped forward, dropping his bags. Before she knew it, her lover was crushing her bones (just about) in a hug. Y/N's arms wrapped around his neck as he stood on a step lower than her. She felt his figure move as he inhaled her scent.

"What are you doing here? I thought you weren't allowed?"

"I'm not. But no command from any general jackass is gonna stop me from seeing my baby on Christmas."

Y/N laughed, pulling away to flick his forehead before hugging him again. The 'three sisters' made quick work of fixing Bucky a plate while he freshened up upstairs. Y/N couldn't keep her eyes from James as they ate the lunch. She could see the beginning of stress on his features, the slight fatigue from training, but there was something else.

He'd always been a pro at masking his true feelings, but the usual "Bucky shimmer" in his eyes was missing. He tried hard not to lock eyes with Y/N over lunch, but he couldn't keep his eyes from her. Though it'd been a mere two weeks, he'd missed her.

"Becks? I feel something is the matter with James. But I don't want to worry him asking, or pry, he just- oh I don't know he seems off."

Rebecca put down the plate she was washing and turned to Y/N with her own signature look.

"If anyone knows him well, it's you. So I'd say to trust your gut."

With that, Rebecca returned to washing the dishes. Y/N smiled faintly at the tilted floors of the Barnes' kitchen and nodded to herself.

"If it's alright with you, I think I'm going to have a word with him. See if he's alright."

"It's fine by me. Judy's the one you should be worryin' about. Now go, shoo, before she comes back from her rendezvous in the powder room (yes I'm implying that she's taking a dump)."

With a giggle shared between the younger girls Y/N scurried upstairs, knocking on the door of the guest bedroom, her bedroom for the holidays.

"Give me a moment."

James called back.

"Jamie, sugar, it's me."

"In that case give me two moments."

Bucky sassed. At least he was being himself. Y/N pushed the door open, thankful it wasn't locked. She instantly knew what was off. The stupid boots from Malcolm.

"What happened to respecting a man's privacy?"

He frowned at her.

"Darling I don't believe you get much of that in the army, and besides, I don't want us to spend the little time we have together on the blessing of a day brawling about a stupid third party inconvenience."

"So the fella you've been seeing is called 'stupid third party inconvenience?'"

Y/N shook her head with a soft laugh.

"I'm not seeing anybody, James."

"Then what's this?"

He pointed toward the boots, that remained untouched. Y/N sighed, putting the lid over them.

"My letter is right next to them. You didn't even open it. Though perhaps a mere letter that I split my ass to get to you isn't 'manly' enough is it?"

"James, language, and please, let me explain."

His furrowed brows dropped slightly, and Y/N took his silence as her opportunity to explain.

"You remember that rich kid whose father owns the country club?"

Bucky nodded apprehensively.

"I accidentally knocked my bag off a table a few weeks back, and he assisted me in picking up my belongings. He hasn't left me alone since. He's had his friend, or more like servant Tom deliver things to me ever since. Tom wouldn't give me your letter unless I accepted his gift. And I knew what it was going to be, but I was so horrified at his gesture, that I felt too ashamed to open your letter. I'm sorry."

".....Well he's not man enough to enlist."

James said after a moment of silence. Y/N chuckled through her nose and nodded.

"And he's not man enough to deliver the gifts himself."

Y/N nodded, smoothing a hand down James's arm, and then took ahold of his hand.

"You're all I want, Bucky. Believe you me. There's no overly priced pair of boots that could make me change my mind about that."

It was Bucky's turn to laugh at her comment.

"But does he know you've got a suitor?"

Y/N nodded, an irritated expression across her features.

"He knew when I dropped my bag, he knew when I was at the train station to send you off and he waited there to talk to me. And the gifts have ampled since your departure."

Bucky's jaw ticked, and Y/N felt his fingers clasped around hers twitch.

"What do you say you and I pay him a visit and return his gift?"

"Isn't that a little rude, especially on Christmas day?"

"Dollface, we're amidst a world war, I couldn't give a damn about being polite to a jackass who's tryna steal my girl."

"Buck you know he'll never succeed, right?"

"I do trust so. But still, I want to rub it in his face."

"James, baby, come on. If we give him a reaction, he'll probably like it. It'll give him the impression that he's getting to you."

"You were always the clever one in this relationship. So what do you suggest we do, miss smarty pants?"

Y/N hummed, pretending to think as she rubbed her chin.

"Well, for starters, you never call me that again. And, perhaps you and I dress nicely, beg Becca to use her camera, and post him a picture of us with Christmas regards written on the back."

"Not mean enough."

"There's a twist?"

James cocked an eyebrow, intrigued.

"I'm wearing the boots he sent."

James's face broke out into a boyish grin.

"Sounds more like it. I'm in. Get dressed, dollface, I'll use my baby blues on Becks."

"Work your magic Sergeant."

Y/N called as he left the room.

Xxxx

Fin. Merry, merry Christmas, people. I've derailed a little, I'm sorry. Never forget the true meaning behind Christmas, and never forget that you're loved.

Lots of love and best wishes

(Yes I am planning on a pt.2 depending on how well this does)

[crowsofdarkness]

Moment Of Weakness: Chapter Twenty Four

-gif not mine. credit to owner-

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Content Warnings: language, 18 + smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence, kidnapping, faking a pregnancy.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Authors Note: I just wanted to remind everyone who reads this, there are heavy moments of cheating/having an affair in this story. You might not agree with the actions of "reader" or Bucky but it does pertain to the storyline. If anyone is interested, tags are open for this! Just send me a message or comment!

Tags: @cjand10 @generalmoonpolice @sapphirebarnes @baw1066 @nameless-ken @minami97 @bookofriverr

I opened the door to my apartment, letting the larger man walk in before me, and shut it quickly, locking it behind me. Bucky looked around the small space that was littered with boxes, some unpacked, some not even touched. He gave me a confused look. 

“I moved last month,” I informed while hanging up my purse and jacket. 

Bucky stood out of place so I offered the couch to him, which he accepted with a nod. 

“Why?” He asked while sitting down. 

I decided to sit on the single chair on the other side of the room. 

“It’s kind of a long story,” I said. 

Bucky leaned back into the couch. “You can start off by where the hell you’ve been the last eight months?” 

I quietly scoffed and did my best to keep my anger at bay. If I pissed him off, he wouldn't agree to help me. 

“I needed space from you, Bucky. It wasn’t healthy for either of us if we continued the way we were,” I defended. 

He shrugged. “So why did you come back?” 

My fingers began to fidget with the loose strand of fabric on the chair I was seated on and I let out a deep breath. 

“I think I’m being followed again.” 

Bucky shoulders tensed as he sat up straighter. “Why do you think that?” 

I gave a half shrug. “It started a month ago. What started off as feeling someone watching me as I walked or through my windows became my car being broken into and stolen. Then my house was burglarized. Whoever did it destroyed almost everything and tore it apart, as if they were looking for something.”

“Were you hurt?” 

I smiled fondly at the concern in Bucky’s voice. 

“No, thankfully I wasn’t home. But after that night, I packed up my things and moved here,” I motioned towards my apartment. “Things were quiet for a few weeks until last night.” 

I handed Bucky a folded up letter that I received in my mailbox yesterday. Bucky’s eyes scanned over the words a few times, the anger radiating off of him in waves. 

You’re going to get what you deserve. No one can keep you safe. Make sure to keep an eye open wherever you go. 

“Do you have any idea who sent this?” Bucky asked through gritted teeth. 

“There wasn’t a return address,” I shook my head. “But I have a feeling about who it could be.”

He sighed while pinching his eyes closed. “Yeah, me too.” 

I tilted my head in confusion. “You do?” 

“There’s been some talk on the streets about Clint’s original hit on you being reinstated,” Bucky said. 

To say I was shocked was a lie; that’s exactly who I thought was behind all of this. But my lips parted when something clicked into place about tonight.

“Is that what you were asking that guy about tonight?” I asked. 

He hesitated, body tense, before eventually nodding. “He was the last one to know about Clint’s whereabouts but Budapest is broad. It could have been yesterday or six months ago.” 

My heart skipped a beat when I realized that Bucky was trying to fight this on his own for me. For my safety. 

“I would ask if you would help me but it seems like you’ve already been doing that,” I chewed on my lip.

“It’s you, Y/N. I would do anything to protect you,” he vowed without missing a beat. 

Silence fell between us for a few moments as I racked my brain for what to do next. I could either have him leave, only calling me when he found out some more information about the hit. Or, I could have him stay a bit longer to have us catch up. 

That was such a bad idea, I mentally smacked myself for even thinking that. 

“Aren’t you going to say I told you so?” 

Bucky’s sorrowful voice caused my eyes to land on him. “What?” 

“You were right.” 

I shook my head, confused. “About what?”  

“Natasha. She lied about the pregnancy,” Bucky rested his elbows on his knees, letting out a deep breath in order to keep his tears at bay. 

My heart ached for him, only slightly. I tried to tell him about it way before, so the pain he was feeling was his own fault. 

“Oh,” I muttered. 

“I asked her about it.” 

“Oh,” I said much louder. 

Bucky looked at his hands with heavy shoulders. “She denied it at first, said that she was pregnant and she had all the proof. But when I asked her to take another pregnancy test in front of me, she came clean.” 

I hummed while nodding, not entirely sure what to say. 

“I had her move out the next day and the divorce was finalized last month,” Bucky informed. 

“Oh,” I repeated yet again. 

He chuckled slightly. “Is that all you’re going to say?” 

I shrugged. “What else do you want me to say, Bucky? Good for you? It still doesn't change the fact that I tried to tell you and you blew me off.” 

“I went home that night and confronted her about it.” 

His face was set hard while breath was even and steady, meaning he was telling the truth, and leaned towards me to grab my hands. The warmness of his flesh and the coolness of the vibranium one made my heart flip a few times over. 

“This still doesn't change anything,” I said with stern eyes. “I’m not going to fall back into you because now you’re single.” 

Bucky nodded. “I know. So I’ll make you a promise.” 

My brows raised with interest. 

“When we’re finished figuring out how to end Clint and the hit on you, if you want me to, I'll stay away. Until you’re ready, if you’re ready, give me another chance.” 

He brought my hand to his lips, ghosting a few kisses over my knuckles. No matter how hard I swooned over him, I continued to keep my stern posture, not wanting to let him know how bad he was affecting me. 

“I’ll wait as long as you need me too; years if I have too because heaven knows I’m not getting over you,” Bucky mused. 

I swallowed the large lump in my throat, my heart swelling double its size because of Bucky’s proclamation. All I could do was nod, unsure what words, if any, would come and make sense. 

Our eyes watched each other for a few beats and it wasn’t until I felt us slowly closing the space between us that I let out a small cough, sitting further back into my chair. 

“What time should I meet you tomorrow?” 

“For what?” Bucky asked. 

“Did you really think I would let you handle my problem by yourself?” I questioned. 

He was fast to disagree. “Not happening.  I’m not allowing you to get involved. This is some heavy shit, Y/N. You could get hurt.” 

I stood to my feet and placed my hands in the back pocket of my jeans. “You can say no all you want, Bucky. But we both know that I’ve never listened to you anyway.” 

Bucky’s jaw clenched before he let out a sigh. “We do things my way, understand?” 

With a hard squeeze on his shoulder, I nodded. “Sure.” 

Then, all of a sudden, something clicked in my brain and I sat back down in my chair. 

“What is it?” Bucky wondered. 

“You said that your divorce was finalized a month ago, right?” 

When he nodded, I continued. “Everything that’s been happening to me started about a month ago. So do you think it’s possible-.” 

“Natasha’s in on it,” Bucky finished my thought. “I had a feeling, that’s why I’ve been looking for both of them.” 

“Fantastic,” I grumbled. 

He reached for the letter, playing around with it between his fingers. “You said this letter got mailed to you, here at your new place, right?” 

I began to nod but stopped when I realized what he was getting at. 

“They have my new address.” 

Bucky motioned down the hall. “Go pack a couple of bags of things you might need. You’re staying with me until this is all finished.” 

“Uh, I don’t think that’s such a good idea, Bucky.” I wavered. 

“There’s plenty of guest rooms you can stay in, some even on the far end of the house so you don’t have to be near me,” he said. 

I chewed roughly on my tongue and cheek, hoping the pain from it would be more intense than the way my heart was pounding, thoughts of Bucky and I spending however many nights together. 

“This should be fun,” I muttered to myself while rising to my feet, ready to pack up my life yet again. 

[amathslutsguidetofandom]

Heyyy I absolutely love your work!! Could I request a drabble of Bucky being completely smitten with the reader or a headcanon when the reader is sick??? Merci beaucoup mademoiselle🫶💖

Two Floors

PAIRINGS: 40's!James "Bucky" Barnes x Reader

WARNINGS: FLUFF, angst (if you squint), mentions of not haveing enough money

WORD COUNT: 1,759 (got carried away lol)

*not proof-read*

ENJOY!

“Oh c’mon doll, can’t leave a poor man hangin’,” he says as he runs to catch up with you. You roll your eyes as he comes to walk along side you.

“Buchanan, I told you to go annoy Rogers instead. I have much more important things to do,” you bite in his direction as you make your way through the streets of Brooklyn.

Graduating high school, a month ago with your best friends, Bucky and Steve, was something your dreamed of when you met the two boys the first time your moved into the old apartment complex.

Since then, the three of you have become inseparable.

But something eats away at your heart, a painful piece of emotion that just slowly chews away at your peace.

“You got a job already?” Bucky asks as he slides his hands into his pockets. You adjust the strap of your purse on your shoulder and nod your head, “just a small secretary job at the library. Enough to earn something until I finally decided what I wanna do with my life.”

Bucky laughs and lets out a low whistle, “still that ‘always need to know whay my future is’ type o’ girl, yeah?” You shake your head and slap his arm, “quit it, Buchanan. Or I’m telling Winnie your being an ass.”

Bucky rubs his arm, a little sore from your slap. “My ma trusts you more than the Lord himself,” Bucky comments, the loosely swinging his arm over your shoulder.

You doesn’t push it away.

“That’s because I don’t go bring random girls back home and make them scream my name in the middle of the night,” you smirk as you reveal you know of his nightly activities.

Bucky stops, forcing her stop. The look on his face is horrific and you snort and slap his chest at his reaction. “How’d you-,” he starts, but you continue to laugh.

“Becca tells me everything, Buchanan,” you wink at him before you start walking again. He breaks out of his reverie and jogs to catch up with you, “doll, it ain’t like that.”

You laugh and shake your head, “do I look like I care who you mess around with, Buchanan?” He pauses and shakes his head, it looks like to you he’s a bit upset, “no, you don’t”

You were about to say something else, but something caught your eye.

You stop and gasp as you walk towards the window of the shop.

The great glass pane with the large painted letters on it does not stop you from viewing the contents inside of the store.

The dainty little locket sits at the back of the display, hiding behind all the extravagant jewels. You know that the owner would’ve expected people to look at the jewels.

But the locket, it hangs lovingly from a thin gold chain. The oval case rests just in between the collarbone.

You think it’s the most beautiful piece you’ve ever seen.

Bucky see’s you view the locket and how in awe you are in as you frame a picture of it in your mind.

“Why don’t you get it,” Bucky suggests, nodding at the piece of jewellry. You let out a sad laugh, “because it costs more than our parents’ rent combined, Buchanan.”

You bite your lip while still looking at the necklace, “a girl could dream.”

You sigh and pull away, “let’s go.”

------- The Rogers’, the Barnes’ and your parents all stand in front of you as they sing ‘Happy Birthday’ for the eighteenth time in your life.

After they finish the song, out of key, you drag the simple knife down the cake, and they start cheering.

Your mother cuts up slices and hands it to everyone, you get up from the dining table and smooth out the wrinkles of the emerald green cotton dress your mother sewed for you.

The dad’s gather as they converse about the lastest sports, the mom’s are in the kitchen laughing as the cook dinner. Steve, Bucky, Rebecca and you sit in the living room.

You go against the opinions of Steve’s and Bucky’s as they complain about how high school was the worst time of their life.

“Look guys, you can’t say that,” you chastise them softly, “Becca, you’re in your junior year. It’s one of the best times you’ll ever experience.”

Becca nods, as Steve shakes his head to Bucky and Bucky mouths a ‘No’ in Becca’s direction.

“Buchanan,” you throw the couch pillow at him.

-------

“Hey, can I come in?” Bucky knocks on the window of your bedroom.

The party was over, and you’re parents went out to have a quick little dinner. They were upset because they didn’t want to leave you on your special day, but you knew how hard they’ve been working, and they didn’t have time to themselves. So you pushed them out the door and yelled a ‘have a great time’.

Bucky crouches on metal ridges that is your fire escape, waiting for your permission to enter your room.

You jump out of bed and raise your window a bit higher so he can fit in. “Are you out of your mind, Buchanan?” You whisper-yell at him.

He shrugs, “what? I live two floors above your doll, nothing to be worried about.” The wink he throws you way, makes you roll your eyes.

But there’s a place in your heart where it instantly becomes warm.

Because, even if Bucky was a player at times, he still caught your heart.

You did roll your eyes at his antics. But your smile was true from how playful he is.

You’d say ‘Quit it, Buchanan’, but in your mind you’d always whisper a ‘Don’t ever stop’.

You knew you were falling for Bucky, but you always forced those feelings down.

Because you knew, he won’t feel the same.

“What needed my attention so badly, that you had climb down to get here,” you cross your arms and narrow you’re eyes at him.

He smirks and sits on your bed, “well, I haven’t given you my present yet.”

You freeze.

You’re also confused.

“What? Of course you did, your family gifted me the Aesop Fable set,” you say as you walk to stand in front of him.

You vividly remember getting the gift, because it was something you have been telling Becca about for so long. And you squealed when you opened their present

But Bucky shakes his head, “no doll. They gave you, their gift. I haven’t given you mine.”

You pause, and you swear your heart starts beating a little faster.

“What”? You whisper, because you know you voice will crack if you spoke louder.

He pats the space next to him, “sit down, doll.”

You gulp and go sit down next to him, you obediently place you hands on your thighs as you wait for the next part.

Bucky gives a smile. But it’s different, you have never seen this look on Bucky before. The softness of his eyes, the way his cheeks are slightly flushed, the little crinkles at the corners of his lips as he maintains that smile.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny box.

The box looked like it was originally used to store a single chocolate ball, but the lettering on it worn out and the edges are a bit jagged.

You look at bucky with confusion, “what is thi-.”

He interrupts you, “just open it f’me, doll.”

And you do.

“Bucky, no.”

The locket stares back up at you, the gold glints under the light of your room.

“You-you can’t be serious, thi-this has to be a joke,” you turn to face him with tears lining your eyes. You heart has never beaten so fast in your entire life.

Bucky’s grin widens and nods, “got it this morning, just for you.” He says your name so softly that you think it might break if he said it to harshly.

You wrap your arms around his neck and push your head against his shoulder as you whisper your million ‘thank you’s’.

Bucky chuckles and rubs your back, “anything for you, doll.”

“Why, why me? Why this?” you shake your head against him.

“Because I gotta tell the girl, who lives two floors below me, that I’m in love with her,” Bucky pulls back and cups the back of your neck.

You gasp softly and furrow your brows at him, your shock so evident on your face.

“Gotta tell her that I’ve been after her since the day she moved into this building,” Bucky leans in and you follow.

How have you been so daft to not see this?

You close your eyes and stop until you’re a hair width’s away from Bucky’s lips.

“Gotta tell her how much I’ve been dreamin’ about her, and how she’s the only thing on my mind,” Bucky whispers, and you feel his breath hits your lips.

He softly places his lips on yours, and you move your hands to cup his face. You both move your lips in tandem to the other, as you try to feel more of one another.

He pulls away breathlessly and you follow suit.

“I’ve been meaning to do that for a long time, doll,” he chuckles and leans in to place soft kisses on your jaw.

You giggle and whisper a ‘me too’.

Bucky takes the locket from your hands and starts to put it on for you.

He soon as he done, he leans back and sees how beautifully the necklace sits just above the dip of your collarbone.

“Open it up,” he nods at the locket. You smile and follow his orders, you gasp as you see a picture of your seventeenth birthday, with the Rogers’ and Barnes’, at Coney Island. And the other side had a picture of you and Bucky at Prom.

You didn’t have a date, well you did but he stood you up. So Bucky stepped in and became your man for the night.

You look up at him and have no words to say.

“I-,” you start but can’t finish your sentence.

“I know, doll. I know,” he smiles. “Been saving those tiny pictures for a while, but it was worth it,” he leans in and presses his forehead against yours.

You close your eyes and relish this feeling that hangs in the air.

The feeling that you have been wanting to feel for so long now, it feels like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

“Bucky?” you whisper.

“Hmm, doll,” he whispers back.

“I love you.”

“I love you, doll.”

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OMG! MY FIRST EVER ANON!!

HELLO NONNIE!!!

Love this ask, I've always had this idea in mind, but never really knew how to write it.

I guess this is just a messy way of writing it lol.

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stuck in the middle (1) | bucky x avenger!reader 

summary: Steve’s silly joke happened to inspire the best, or possibly the worst, idea Wanda had ever come up with — send James Buchanan Barnes and y/n on an all-expenses-paid honeymoon in Hawaii. the problem? they cannot stand to be around each other.

warnings: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, explicit language, alcohol consumption, sarcastic!bucky

word count: 4,050

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Wanda had never considered herself too lucky, but she had not been entirely unfortunate either. 

She’d often get the last croissant at her favorite coffee shop or find money in every little corner of the compound — abandoned lockers at the gym, behind the coffee jar in the pantry, in the pocket of Tony’s pants that one and only time he had asked the girl to wash them for him.

Wanda could remember the day she had won her first contest vividly. The anxiety at the pit of her stomach, the crinkling of paper as she tore open a brown envelope, the pure joy when she had found out about receiving a pink toaster oven. That fateful day had forever been burned into her memories. 

A couple of weeks later, she had entered a second competition after accidentally stumbling upon it in a random magazine and won again and again until Wanda, getting all sorts of things for free, became a running joke at the compound. It had been no different after a major travel company had announced a contest for a free vacation in Hawaii months ago, she could sense, before she had even opened the oversized box Maui Dreams had delivered to the Avengers’ headquarters. 

Wanda had been right; she had not exhausted her luck yet. 

“Bucky, I’m sorry!” She threw the soldier a sheepish glance before dragging y/n out of the training facility that afternoon. Wanda had paid little mind to James, and if looks could kill, she would’ve been six feet under. 

It was only when the two girls had reached the compound’s kitchen did y/n notice that Wanda was still in her pajamas, holding a bright pink paper slip. The redhead’s expression was a mixture of anxiety and bewilderment, and y/n couldn’t decide which one she’d prefer to experience first if neither wasn’t an option. 

“Training with Bucky is a nightmare, so thank you for the temporary rescue, but,” she gestured to the paper Wanda was holding before getting a water bottle from the fridge, “what’s this, and why is it making you upset?” 

“This,” Wanda held up the CONGRATULATIONS: HAWAII AWAITS! letter, “is a note granting me a free vacation in Hawaii.” She chewed on her lip, staring at y/n. “Hawaii!” 

“Yes, Hawaii.” She nodded, unsure as if one wrong word would cause Wanda to lose her temper. 

“This,” she waved the paper in y/n’s face, “is a free pass for a week in paradise, and I cannot go! I read their terms and conditions and, shit, I even emailed them, but,” heavy accent laced itself around her words, “they’ve decided that for the reason that Vision is a robot, and I’m a foreign weapon of mass destruction we cannot go.” She spoke mockingly, rolling her eyes. “They worded it differently, but it seems ridiculous nonetheless.” 

“Modern problems require modern solutions.” She offered Wanda a half smile, trying to make a joke out of the situation. “Besides, they might’ve been right about the destruction part of the email.” She added in a much quieter voice, referring to the complex of buildings her teammate had recently destroyed. 

It had been purely an accident, a blunder of magic most would've had a difficult time controlling if one was to ask y/n. However, it had been a pure catastrophe if one was to ask the American government. 

“It was an accident, and the houses were empty.” The redhead cocked her head to the side, face painted in faux shock at y/n’s accusations. 

“Offer the trip to Steve. Heaven knows Captain Rogers needs a break.” She finished the water bottle, throwing it into the trash. “We can talk later, but I must get going.”

James Buchanan Barnes was undoubtedly still waiting in the training facility, and, though y/n had little desire to finish training, she couldn’t bail again. Besides, James had been beating her ass at hand-to-hand combat the past few weeks, and she’d be everything she had always despised if she gave him the satisfaction of giving up that easily. 

“I did.” The guilty undertones in Wanda’s tone stopped y/n in her tracks, and she glanced at the redhead from over her shoulder. “I signed up the two of you for the vacation.” 

Bewilderment burned in y/n’s eyes. “What?!” 

“Pack your bags.” The younger girl chuckled, leaning against the bar. Her smile was everything but innocent. “The plane leaves tomorrow evening.” 

The woman tried arguing, she did. 

As soon as James had dismissed her from training, she had been running around in meek attempts to locate Steve, and even when she had finally succeeded, Wanda’s story proved to be true. The schedules had been cleared, Steve’s bags had been packed. It was suspicious, way too suspicious — the Steve she had known for almost ten years already, wouldn’t have willingly signed up for a vacation. It was an all-expenses-paid vacation in Hawaii, yes, but everything had appeared too perfect for it to be true.

She found herself on the plane the next evening nonetheless because if The Captain Rogers agreed to it, she could see herself tanning topless, a Moscow Mule in hand, as well. The universe must’ve heard y/n’s prayers and decided to bless her with a miracle. Thank you, universe, she thought, sipping on a vodka soda the flight attendant had given her as soon as she sat down in the business-class seat. Though the airplane could never compare to the luxury of Tony’s private jets, which dripped with excessive luxury, it was far better than flights with the team, for this flight had no bickering or shouting. I need more of these, y/n decided when a nearby passenger kept slamming their backpack into the overhead bin, I need more vodka.

“This compartment must be full. Perhaps you should try the compartment next to it?” She softly suggested, flipping through the airline’s in-flight shopping catalog.

She loved boarding first for the copious amounts of space in the overhead bins because the loss of storage was the sorrow passengers who boarded last suffered.

“What the fuck?” Bucky gawked at her before giving the backpack a final push and deciding to shove it underneath the seat when it didn’t fit. “Where the fuck is Steve?” His loud voice earned judging glances from the people with kids in the row ahead of them, but he paid the family no mind.

“James?!”

Devil himself sat beside y/n, his perplexed expression matching hers. No, no, no, Steve wouldn’t.

The woman had been overly excited to meet Bucky in all his glory after the court had declared him innocent. And, sure, he had stabbed her the first time they met, but y/n had been willing to put the past behind the pair and start fresh. Everyone deserved a second chance, or everyone except Bucky, she had determined, when he had been nothing but an asshole for the last five years. It had never been a ‘James hates everyone’ issue, no, it was a ‘Bucky hates y/n’ issue. If he was determined to make her life a living hell, she was more than happy to return the favor, declaring war.

“Did you put him up to this?”

“What?”

“Did you switch places with Steve?” He repeated in a far bolder and louder voice.

She could not comprehend the words that rolled off of his tongue. Why would she, the woman who had recently replaced his almond milk with whole milk, knowing he’d suffer immensely, but doing it anyway just for the fun of it, ask Steve to go on a vacation with James?

“Yes, sergeant, I begged Steve for a week in paradise with the great James Buchanan Barnes.”

The soldier raised a brow, digging into his back pocket to retrieve something y/n deemed as a brick — an old, barely usable cellphone Bucky used for his personal endeavors. She peeked at the contact list of three whole people and snickered to herself. Steve, Sam, and his therapist were the only numbers he had saved. Though it did not come as a surprise, it was amusing to witness.

“Sir, please put the phone away, we are preparing for takeoff.”

His head shot up at the sound of the flight attendant’s voice. James glanced between the insufferable woman in the seat on his left and the woman with a pleasant smile standing nearby, carefully choosing his next battle.

“There’s been a misunderstanding.” He grinned apologetically, but closed the flip phone. “I just need to make a quick call.” 

“The plane door’s open,” y/n shrugged, pretending to look unbothered as if Bucky’s appearance on the plane wasn’t the most horrifying of problems, “you could let me go on the trip alone,” she paused, pretending to be in deep thought, “I’d be distraught, of course, but it’d be nothing a little Hawaiian sun and a martini couldn’t fix.”

Bucky scoffed at her. Was she really that stuck up to believe she was the only one in need of a holiday? 

James wouldn’t outright admit it, but he desperately craved a break from the stress of high-stakes missions, frequently occurring chaos in the compound, from y/n, who had ruined his last Wednesday by switching his almond milk to whole milk. He had stayed up in the bathroom until midnight, missing out on a potentially incredible date. It would've been his third after James had gotten his mind back and y/n had wrecked it, prompting a stream of angry messages from Jennifer, a bartender at a local bar. 

“The door is actually closed, ma’am. Please fasten your seatbelts and turn all devices on airplane mode.” The flight attendant’s smile faltered for a second. “Would you like me to bring you another vodka soda when we’re in the air?” She questioned, gesturing to y/n’s empty plastic cup as an offer for consolation.

“Make it double, please.” She nodded eagerly, the appalling realization of James and her being stuck on an airplane to Hawaii slowly creeping in.

The soldier threw an unamused glare in the girl’s direction, "if you throw up-“

“Oh my,” the annoyance in her tone was evident when she spoke, “that was one time, James,” she pushed a finger into his chest, “It was Halloween, and I wanted to outdrink Steve, and-“

“And I don’t care.” He shuffled in his seat for a more comfortable position. The plane was suddenly too hot and too cramped for James to stomach. “Just don’t throw up and, this one you might find difficult executing, stop talking to me. It’s bad enough I got tricked into getting on a plane with the most aggravating woman alive.” The words dripped with poison, firm and calculated. The former sentence was harsh, but it was his truth.  

“When we land, you could stay at the airport,” she turned to face him, her knees bumping against his half on purpose, half because of the tight space between them, “and get on the next flight to upstate New York.”

James sneered, “sounds like a plan. I sincerely hope you’ll exceed at completing it.” If anyone was to catch the next flight to NYC it would be y/n, he’d make sure of it.

She studied him, hoping her deadly stare would frighten the soldier, yet he didn’t move, make a sound, or change facial expressions. He remained entirely cool on the outside, and it infuriated her.  

The next time her knees bumped into his, it was deliberate. “I need a vacation.” If James wanted to, and he did, he would’ve purposely mistaken the comment for a plea. A plea for sympathy from none other than y/n, the woman who never begged people for anything.

“As do I.” 

“This is only the beginning then, princess,” she snatched the phone from his hands, aggressively flipping it shut from when he had turned it on after the flight attendant had left his sight, “this monstrosity is old enough to be a safety hazard, and it definitely does not have airplane mode.”

“Good. Perhaps it’ll kill us both and put me out of this misery.” He hissed, capturing y/n’s wrist.

She almost hoped it would.

“Honeymoon?!”

“I might have twisted the truth slightly,” Wanda’s voice sounded distracted over the phone.

“Slightly? I’m on a fucking honeymoon with Bucky Barnes, Wanda.” She could see Bucky through the glass windows from where she was standing in the smoking area outside of the hotel.

“Mmmh.”

“They’re putting us in the Lovers’ Suite as we speak. There’s probably going to be rose petals everywhere.”

“First, calm down.” Wanda switched the iPhone to her left side, holding it in place with her shoulder and cheek as she painted her nails.

Though she wouldn’t admit it, hearing the betrayal in y/n’s voice was the highlight of her week. She loved the girl, and if it came down to it, she’d die for her, but the situation was amusing at the least.

Steve had been the first person to find out about Hawaii, and when he made a seemingly silly joke that she should send Bucky and y/n on a honeymoon, a plan had been born.

“Second, you love roses.” A foolproof plan of Steve and Wanda to help the idiots notice what they had been blind to. “Besides it’s just for one week.”

“One week with Bucky Barnes is one week too long.”

“Please send me photos of you two at the beach.” The redhead chuckled.

“There will be no photos of us at the beach,” she replied, her tone dripping with poison, “I hope you know that I will forever hate you.”

“Don’t blame me. I didn’t know Bucky would show up instead of Steve.” Wanda lied through her teeth. 

She had known about the ordeal that would unfold. In fact, she had masterfully orchestrated it all. It was y/n’s fault for believing Captain America would choose a vacation over missions and meetings he had been scheduled to attend.

“Steve better sleep with his eyes open when I get back.”

“I love you!” Wanda hung up the phone before y/n could get another word in.

“Shit.” She cursed under her breath when the phone suddenly became silent.

The soldier’s sickeningly charming smile was the last thing y/n expected when she strutted up to the reception desk.

“Darling, would you mind showing your ID? It’s the final thing we need to check in.”

She raised a brow at James, confused. “What?”

He threw her a brief, unimpressed glance before softening his eyes and gesturing to the woman. “Aaliyah has the room ready early, but she needs both of our IDs to check us in. It’s mentioned in the rules of the contest.”

The contest Wanda had used to trick her. May she burn in Sokovian hell.

“Yes, both parties must present their IDs. It’s simply a formality.” Aaliyah chimed in. “Our staff always get informed of the winners’ names. It’s the only way to redeem activities, meals at the à la carte restaurants, and special discounts.”

“Would a driver’s license work?” She asked, rummaging through her purse before sliding a random ID over the counter.

“Of course!” The receptionist’s smile was too bright and too happy for nine in the morning, y/n decided, but then again, it was Hawaii, so perhaps people functioned differently here. “Is this your first honeymoon?”

“It is!” She answered too quickly and without giving James a chance to speak. “We’ve just been too busy to notice as time flew by. Today’s our fourth wedding anniversary.” The words fell out of her mouth quicker than y/n could stop them, and she winced at the lie.

“Congratulations! I’ll have a romantic dinner arranged for tonight. Would seven work, or should I schedule it at eight?”

She had been entirely wrong. The universe cursed her — the tipsiness from the vodka was wearing off, the week in paradise turned out to be a faux honeymoon, and the random ID, she had provided hurriedly so as to not arouse suspicions on why a regular traveler carried that many driver’s licenses, was issued under the name of none other than Amelie Barnes. The ID had never been a problem until today when it incriminated y/n as Bucky’s wife and became the ultimate punishment for all the sins she had committed against the soldier.

Perhaps I should clean out my wallet sometimes. 

“We wouldn’t want to cause any trouble, Aaliyah.” He awkwardly patted y/n on the shoulder. “You must deal with hundreds of honeymooners every day.”

“Nonsense. It’d be my pleasure.”

“The flight was exhausting,” James tried again, “we’ll probably enjoy a drink or two and call it a night.”

"It's fine, really." She chimed in, stepping further away from James and his awkward touches. "We want to order room service anyways." 

"Yes!" He agreed, glancing at y/n. "A burger sounds divine." The timber of Bucky's voice was utterly unconvincing. 

"Scheduling a dinner? It sounds too tiring and too long of a process." The woman offered Aaliyah a foolish grin, resting her elbows on the reception desk and propping her head in her hands. 

She had attempted to sound unbothered, but her delivery of words had been quite ridiculous. She appeared eccentric, stupidly staring at the employee through panicked eyes. I am not his wife, he is not my husband. Please, woman, do not arrange a romantic dinner for the two of us tonight.

Unfortunately, the receptionist did not turn out to be a mind reader. 

“It's not," she narrowed her eyes before her tightly pursed lips switched into a smile, "seven it is then! Toro Toro is our finest restaurant and will be perfect for a passionate anniversary celebration.”

“Great.” Bucky muttered under his breath.

She slid two pamphlets over the desk, “One of the pamphlets is a map of the hotel, and the other is a list of honeymoon activities. Couples massage seems to be the fan favorite.” She typed something on the computer before pushing the IDs and two sets of room keys in their direction, “Brody will lead you to the suite. Welcome to Hawaii Mr. and Mrs. Barnes.”

“I’m not going to the dinner.” James slumped into the couch.

The room was spacious and elegant, and, her intuition had been right, covered in rose petals. A bottle of champagne stood in a bucket of ice on the coffee table, a generous fruit basket and a note next to it. She landed on the opposite side of the sofa, picking up the postcard to read it.

Welcome to Hawaii — paradise awaits. We wish you a passionate and blissful honeymoon. The mea inu (drinks) are on us!

“Fine by me.” She let out a strangled chuckle at the irony of it all. “Do you think the receptionist was in on it?”

“Aaliyah?” James reached down to pop the champagne open. “She might be on something, that much I can say, but,” he took a sip from the bottle before pouring himself a glass and then, after a second of hesitation, begrudgingly poured y/n a glass too, “to think Steve would set her up is a reach.”

“Wanda would. She knew about the flights and the honeymoon package, and,” y/n got silent and took a big gulp of champagne when a sudden realization set in, “what were the rules of the contest?”

“I’m not Google on legs, y/n.” An aggravated sigh slipped past his lips.

She craved to spit a sarcastic comment at James but refrained against it. 

“What if we have to pretend to be a couple? What if the contest is designed in a way that a pair of friends or strangers cannot redeem the prize, and we’ll have to pay for everything? Tony would skin us.”

“The receptionist mentioned something along the lines of people scamming the contest’s company, but this is utter nonsense. There were five winners in total, they couldn’t possibly monitor each pair.”

“They could take away the activities.” She raised a brow, finishing her drink. “Bye, bye scuba diving.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Besides, we are,” the word got lost in his throat as James made a disgusted face, “a couple as of thirty minutes ago. In fact, we’re celebrating our fourth wedding anniversary.”

“The ID was issued a little over four years ago, Barnes.”

“And? You just had to run your big mouth and get us a reservation for a romantic dinner, didn’t you?”

“I panicked!” She raised her voice, finding a way into the bedroom. It was a monstrosity compared to the living room, decorated with not only rose petals but Hershey's chocolate kisses and candles everywhere. “The driver’s license I pulled happened to be under the name of Amelie Barnes, she saw it was issued a little over four years ago and most likely assumed I had changed my name soon after our wedding.”

“The wedding we never had.”

She had been wiping roses off the bed and onto the floor, emptying a pair of heavy suitcases on the satin sheets as soon as it was clean.

“It’s not like I could’ve snatched the ID and presented another. Perhaps she recognized you, the infamous Winter Soldier, but I, if you need a refresher,” the woman disappeared into the balcony when James came into the bedroom, “work under disguises.” Her voice was almost a whisper in the morning’s wind. “I’m the Avenger without a name.”

Nick Fury had imposed a great deal of strength and a great deal of sorrow upon y/n when she had finished S.H.I.E.L.D. training. She had excelled in many areas, but lying was her forte. The woman had once loved to be a ghost story, to embody a superhero without an identity, especially when fellow Avengers couldn't show faces in public without getting recognized. All good things come to an end, she had learned when the lies had become a burden, bleeding into her personal life, and y/n had found herself largely alone. James, a man she despised, had more genuine memories of y/n than her past lovers ever would. Over the years, it had evolved into as generous of a problem as it had been an opportunity. 

“This is bad.” Bucky followed after her. “We cannot be seen together.”

“As if we usually are.”

“I’m being serious, y/n. Forget about the money. What if someone recognizes me and connects the quite obvious dots that you might be working for the  Avengers as well?” James leaned on the balcony railing, too close to y/n for her enjoyment.

The woman stayed silent, enjoying the view. The sky was stained with various hues of blue, lighter than the endless ocean ahead of them. It was nothing short of breathtaking, glorious even. Hawaii was truly a paradise on Earth with its sandy air and pleasantly warm sun, whose rays gently caressed her skin.

“Officially you are retired. The public isn’t aware of your affiliation with Avengers.” She reminded. "Amelie Barnes is the wife of a retired officer, nothing less, nothing more."

There was a chance they could run into a former HYDRA agent or a politician the Avengers had tried and failed to lock up, but the chance was too slim to become a burden. Perhaps we could make this work, she thought and stole a glance at Bucky. She would stay on her side of the hotel while he would stay on his, and if need be, they’d pretend to be a couple without getting noticed by these vacationing villains James referred to. It had happened before, once, when Sam had a genius idea of catching an arms dealer at an upscale club in New York City. James had kissed her then, and much to y/n’s surprise, she hadn’t stopped breathing or dropped dead. They had caught the trafficker and went on their merry ways — Bucky continued to exhaust her ass at training, and y/n had switched his conditioner to body wash amongst other, less innocent, endeavors. Much to her dismay, his hair continued to stay shiny and, in Wanda’s words, quite fabulous.

“Yes, sergeant, villains just happen to vacation at The Maui Resort.” She poked fun at his obnoxious concerns, disappearing back into the bedroom.

As of now, there was only a single problem y/n needed to resolve.

Should she suggest James sleeps on the floor or in the marble bathtub?

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1940’s James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes SFW Alphabet

Relationship: James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes x Reader

Fandom: Marvel

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Suggestive Themes, Mentions of Alcohol, Mentions of Untoward Behavior Against Women, Brief Angst

Word Count: 3,332

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

This man is no stranger to affection; in fact he insists on it. But he will only go as far as you allow him to. Given the social environment of the era, you won’t be making out in public, or groping. However, when you are in public, Bucky has an arm around your waist, or his hand in yours. He might give you a peck on the cheeks, or maybe the lips if you’re feeling bold enough.

Now, movie theaters, or drive ins, you will absolutely need to rein him in. James sees these areas as fair game to get a little bit more… hot ‘n heavy. You will need to capture wandering hands and trailing lips, but he’ll reel himself in if you tell him to knock it off seriously. He is a gentleman, after all.

In true private, he loves taking things slow. Treating you to dinner that he lovingly convinced his mom or sister to make because they don’t trust him in the kitchen, and then retiring to the couch to talk and hang out for a few more hours. Having your legs thrown over his so he can massage them, and he even slips you out of your little heeled Mary Jane’s so that he can massage the ache from your feet. Quality time with him is perfect.

When he joins the military, Barnes insists on you being at the train station with him before he’s shipped off each time. He loves seeing your face as the last reminder of home to hold him through till he gets back to New York. As often as he can, Bucky is sending you letters, sometimes with pressed flowers or the wrappers from candy he had. Now if you reward him with a pin up photo, or even just a glamour photo that you managed to scrape the money together for, he’s keeping that photo close to his heart and on his person at all times.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Have you seen him with Steve? This man is a goofy goofball. But that does mean that you need to be good with Steve; they’re a package deal. And if you are good, all three of you are a package deal. He loves to take you dancing and try to set you up with another fella, meanwhile he accepts any of your attempts on getting him a lady.

Bucky would probably end up befriending you in a similar fashion that he did Steve. Neither one of them like bullies, and especially can’t tolerate rude behavior towards women, but James is the only one that could actually do something about it. If he saw some older boys picking on you for anything, he’d step in with no hesitation. Since then, you’ve always rolled with the boys, patching up Steve when he would get into fights, and helping James try to get a date that lasts longer than a night.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

James Buchanan Barnes loves any form of physical affection. He especially enjoyed cuddles at the drive in. Even if he’s not trying to do anything nefarious, Bucky enjoys having you resting on his chest, with his hands tracing invisible shapes along your back. Having you against him in an enclosed space just made him want to hold you close. Besides, it allowed him to protect you against anything that might arise, even your dreams if you happen to fall asleep.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

This might be an unpopular opinion, but Bucky is fantastic at cleaning, not so much cooking. Sure, he can make himself a sandwich, but he prefers when you do it. There’s just something about how you do it, all the proportions are just right for an amazing, and simple food. However, he is cleaning. Especially after he enters the military.

When James is home, he’s making the beds, folding the clothes, doing the washing and hanging it up. He’s cleaning counters and helping with the dishes. Since you’ll end up doing 99% of the cooking, he figures the least he can do is helping with the cleaning up from dinner.

And he most definitely wants to settle down. He would love more than anything to marry you, have little Barnes running around, but he doesn’t want to put you through the horrors of getting that letter with a flag and his dog tags if he doesn’t make it back. So he holds off, as much as he wants you to be his wife, he doesn’t want you to be a widow so young if he can’t make it back to you.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If he absolutely needed to break it off, Bucky is coming to your doorstep and doing it gently, but firmly. There is no way that he will leave you feeling like you are the problem. It may happen because of the rising tensions surrounding the war. As I stated above, I truly believe he wouldn’t marry you until he came back officially from the war because he wants you to be free if he dies away from home.

But he may just break up with you before deploying one last time to spare you the same pain. James lets you think and tell people that he was doing it to be a jerk, because it was easier than trying to convince you other wise. He would much rather you hate him than hate yourself over this.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

The man wants to be married! He wants it all. Bucky knew by date number two that he was going to propose to you. He’s a realistic romantic, and wants to be with you for the rest of your lives. During the 30’s, he may just marry you young and throw caution to the wind. The 40’s however, he’s more hesitant to do so.

James would definitely go to his mom, and ask for a family ring to propose with. His grandmother’s or even her own. Something to bring you into the Barnes family. The entire day would be just about you two. Retracing the steps of your first date; a walk into downtown Brooklyn, going to that little diner on the corner, and a stroll through the park. A beautiful day, with just a few clouds that were brilliantly white. Later in the evening when you two are in the park, he lets you walk ahead of him before dropping down on one knee, and pulling out the ring box.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Dis just a big ole teddy bear, yes he is. James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes would rather die than hurt you. He holds you as if the most delicate porcelain doll, protecting you from all the evils of the world. Not only is he a big, buff military man that is the ultimate gentleman, Bucky is just genuinely a good person. He protects those he cares about.

Only in private though, will he be emotionally gentle and vulnerable. James is, honestly, quite emotional he just doesn’t show it. But when you two are alone, that is when you can get him talking. Fears, insecurities and worries are released when Barnes is in the safety of your arms.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

If he doesn’t get a hug from you the second you see each other, or when you depart from each other, James will full on pout. I’m talking bottom lip stuck out, crossing his arms, and turning away from you. The only way to rectify this situation is to hug him close, for several minutes.

Bucky loves hugs anytime. Just anytime he can wrap his arms around you is a good time. In the apartment he shares with his sister and mother while you’re helping to make dinner, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist from behind, more than likely being in the way for someone. At the movies or a drive in, his arm is wrapped round your shoulder to pull you in close.

His hugs are the highlight of dating him. Even before the military beefed him up a bit, his hugs are so strong and secure. Growing up as the male of his household, he needed to be strong. Which means that years of reassuring and taking care of his sister and mom, you get to reap the rewards of.

I = I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Earliest? Second date. It’s also the same time that he realizes that he wants to marry you. Keep in mind, these were different times. People got married faster, younger, and longer. So, yeah. Second date, he knew then if he was going to put in the effort for the rest of his life.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Honestly, I’m not sure which way this could go. Bucky is quite secure in his relationship with you, so there would be no reason for him to even get jealous. He probably doesn’t care if some jerk is trying to make a move on you with him nearby, but that’s on the other guy. It has nothing to do with you. He’s so confident in you and your relationship that another man can try to take you from him, but he knows you.

However, if you are really close with another man, talking constantly, and hanging out together without him, James will have a talk with you about it. Communicate with him about stuff like this. Just a simple letting him know about it, maybe let him meet the guy few times, and he’ll be okay.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Bucky’s kisses feel like having a warm cup of cocoa on the coldest of winter nights. It should come as no surprise that he’s a furnace, which helps on the hugging and cuddling aspect. But he truly imparts that warmth to you when he kisses you.

While he, of course, loves to kiss you on the lips, this man’s favorite place to kiss you? It’s your hands. A little weird, but hear me out; Bucky pick’s you up for your first date, going to a dance hall and dinner. He keeps his hands in his pockets, maintaining a respectful distance between you two as you walk, with him obeying the sidewalk rule. James opens the door, takes your coat, and just genuinely is being so sweet to you. And when he asks you to that first dance, he holds his hand out for yours. When you do, Barnes is pulling you towards the floor, and kissing the tops of your hands.

For himself, he loves when you kiss him on his chest, specifically over his left pec. It’s one of the reasons he keeps your photo there, because that is where you kiss him. James likes to think it’s because you are trying to kiss his heart. But it could very well be because that’s where it’s convenient to kiss him given his size.

L = Little Ones (How are they around children?)

James helped raise Rebecca, his little sister; he loves children. He would love to be an uncle, and he’d love to be a father. Bucky just screams “fun uncle” energy.

Now, if he had a son, oh that is going to be an interesting childhood. Teaching him how to be a gentleman, how to properly treat the women in his life, starting with his mother. Showing him how men are suppose to act. He is teaching all things that he wished someone had taught him, which includes what not to do.

If he had a daughter…? You best believe that girl is going to grow up strong and confident. If his son is growing up knowing how to treat others like a man, his daughter is growing up knowing what it’s like to be treated correctly by a man. Don’t mistake it though, she’s gonna be the toughest little girl on the playground, who will beat any boy at the monkey bars, in the prettiest dress.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

A couple of possibilities come to mind. If you’re still in the early stages of dating, i.e. not married, and he’s got the day off, he’ll call the night before to ask if he can take you out for the morning. Brings you flowers and takes you for pancakes at the diner down the way.

If you’re not married and he’s got work, chances are James is dropping something by your place of residence so that you know he’s thinking about you. A flower he found on the way, or a letter that he hand delivers. It’s very similar to what happens when he’s away in the army. Even though you aren’t with each other physically, you both hold close the momentos and letters you have given.

But if you’re married, and he’s not away at a barrack, he likes to wake up a little earlier than he needs to just to watch you sleep a bit. Sometimes he can avoid waking you up, until he’s kissing you goodbye, and telling you he loves you. Other times, James isn’t that lucky and he wakes you up. But that just means that, if you’re feeling up to it, you two can have breakfast together before he heads in for work.

N = Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

Same parameters as before. If you two aren’t married but dating, he’s politely walking you to your door, kissing you goodnight, and going back home.

If you guys are married, Bucky is enjoying a quiet night in with you. Coming home to a nice dinner just waiting for him, and his beautiful wife who made it for him. He doesn’t even care about the fact that he’s doing the dishes later, he’s just glad to be home. And James loves relaxing on the couch with a glass of wine or a finger of whiskey with you on his lap. Don’t get me started on after dinner cuddles in bed right before you go to sleep…

Oh, yeah. One more thing: James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes is most definitely, absolutely, 110%, is reading to you the newest book he got before bed. You both try to get through a chapter a night. He reads, while you need to plant that pretty little head of yours on his chest.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

If you’re not best friends to begin with, maybe you got introduced by a mutual friend who wants to play matchmaker, he’d be pretty forthcoming. There is no way that Bucky would hide his current best girls, his mother and sister, from hopefully the one that will take the number one spot. Things like his home life and family, Steve, and easy things like this are reveled pretty quickly.

However, stuff like his fears, that waits till later, like fourth or fifth date when you two are going steady.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Barnes is quite patient. He very rarely ever gets angry, but he does get frustrated. Like if someone just wont stop messing with either of you while you’re out trying to have a date, Bucky will bark at the fellow to leave you both alone. If someone actually touches you, he’s scraping.

That’s with the outside world, with you, he is ever so patient. This man will never raise his voice towards you in anger, nor put his hands on you. Not to say that Bucky won’t go for a walk or be alone for a bit so he can calm down before doing anything he might regret, but he vowed to protect you the second you agreed to that first date.

Q = Quizzes (How much do they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

In the beginning, James kept a pocket notebook that he would write in sneakily every time you mentioned liking something. Jewelry styles you liked, or flowers. If you didn’t like a certain smell or flavor, it was written. As time passed, this would all be committed to memory. But he made sure to try and remember everything. Occasionally, even heroes fall. Bucky would forget that you preferred pancakes to waffles, or that you couldn’t stand the smell of lavender. But anything important, anniversaries, birthdays, allergies; there is no way Bucky is forgetting those.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Your first date, when he took you dancing. That night will forever be magical. The way you dressed, how you did your hair. When he got you on the floor, a slow song had just started up, which meant that he could just sway with you. His hands on your waist and yours on his shoulders. And then when a swing tune played, Bucky could dance with you a bit more lively. That would remain a memory he revisited often, especially when he was behind enemy lines.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Fiercely. James is willing to do anything and everything for you. Nothing is off the table if it means defending your honor and safety.

He’s protecting you physically most of the time. Making sure that you don’t walk home alone in the dark. Obeying the sidewalk rule. Protecting you when you are with him and Steve getting drinks.

Bucky just needs someone to protect him emotionally. Reassure him. And hug him close after a long day away. He’s a big man that doesn’t have those muscles for no reason. But everyone needs protection, no matter how different.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Every day tasks, he’s constantly doing little things to make sure that you know you’re appreciated. Fresh picked flowers, small little notes, a new book. You can tell him not to waste his money, but he tells you the same thing every time. “It’s not wasted if it’s being used for my doll. Only the best for my best girl.”

Dates and anniversaries? Bucky is planning, and you have no say. Okay, you may have some say. But he loves being able to tell you what time to be ready, and what style to wear, while he takes care of the rest. He always makes sure you are treated like a princess, and never feels like he takes you for granted.

Gifts are personalized. James loves to get you something that he has heard you talking about for a while, sometimes waiting till a date or anniversary. Other times he gives it to you that day when he gets home. His other favorite gift is to pay Steve to make a portrait of you, one that takes him days to finish, but it’s worth it all the same.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Bucky has more than once, gotten so lost in a book, that he has completely ignored you for a while. It doesn’t happen often, but it has happened. Notably, this typically happens when you guys go out on a picnic date and he brings a book to read to you. He legit has trailed off in the middle of the sentence when he’s reading aloud to you, because he’s getting so invested in the story.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Just a tad. James really focuses on his hair but that’s about it. He washes his face everyday. The muscles he attainted are just maintained through regular labor throughout the day. All in all, unless he’s in a suit, military or civilian, he doesn’t care what he looks like.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely, this man is counting down the minutes till he can see you again. Bucky doesn’t care if he looks desperate, he loves staring at your picture if he can’t get the real deal.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Bucky loves when you volunteer to hang out with him and Steve. Having both of his favorite people in the same place, it’s perfect. Going to the movies, or going to the dance hall where you do make sure to squeeze in a dance with Steve.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Bucky couldn’t stand people who read books out loud, loudly when in public. He would much rather read the books himself. Not hear about it from someone else. Except you. He’s okay with that.

But in a partner, James wouldn’t be able to take if you insulted his masculinity or how hard he works. He always tries to make sure everyone around him is taken care of, so if you do anything that would disparage that? No go.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

I see him as a white T-shirt and boxers type man. In the wintertime, you might convince him to wear a pair of pants, but if you two are married, he’s using that warmth he naturally exudes to his advantage. Curling around you, bringing you in close. Just call him “Teddy Bear” cause that’s what he’ll be.

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Assignment Bucky Barnes

Summary: A time travelling historian from the future is sent to 1940 to observe and interact with the young James Buchanan Barnes in a quest to learn more about him. When they fall in love it not only endangers the timeline but makes her a target of the future version of HYDRA.

Length: 2 parts / 35 chapters

Characters: 1940s - Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, named OFC (two), named OMC (several), the Barnes family. 21st and 22nd century - Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, named OFC (three), named OMC (several), descendant of Alexander Pierce, descendant of Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: Minors DNI - contains sexual content which may be unsuitable for readers under the age of 18. Intense love relationship, angst, violence, death of a major OC, hidden relationships, concerns about privacy.

Author notes: This takes place in both the future and the past as science has evolved to allow for communication and travel between the different times. Future characters can also find themselves in the past with other incarnations of themselves - just go with it. Time travel is still messy and yes, there will be paradoxes but they are also part of the story. No TVA in this story. At its heart, it is the story of Bucky’s great love that wasn’t supposed to happen. Chapter titles after the break.

Part 1 - Into the Past

Chapter 1. Preparation Chapter 2. First Blush

Chapter 3. The Gift Chapter 4. I Found You

Chapter 5. Going Steady Chapter 6. Summer Love

Chapter 7. Reset Chapter 8. A Minor Setback

Chapter 9. Dark Days Chapter 10. Surrender

Chapter 11. September Chapter 12. Won’t Let You Fall

Chapter 13. Mysteries Chapter 14. Surprises

Chapter 15. December 1941 Chapter 16. The Man I Love

Chapter 17. Letters Chapter 18. The Return

Chapter 19. Doubt Chapter 20. The Beginning of the End

Chapter 21. Torn Into Pieces

Part 2 - Days of Future Passed

Chapter 22. Looking for a Ghost Chapter 23. The Switch

Chapter 24. Under the Radar Chapter 25. Rockaway Beach

Chapter 26. Love Eternal Chapter 27. Complications

Chapter 28. Operation Chrysalis Chapter 29. Sabotage

Chapter 30. Response Chapter 31. Face to Face

Chapter 32. Misdirection Chapter 33. Revealing Truths

Chapter 34. Home Chapter 35. What Should Have Been

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