#Bucky barnes short

[bandsofmarv]

Hi! Could I request a comfort Bucky X reader where reader was cheated on and Bucky finds out?

Of course! I think I’ll do a part 2 continuation with more smut.

Always by your side.

Bucky your shoulder to cry on helps you navigate through a breakup after being cheated on.

You didn’t hear him come in, but you felt him before you saw him. The faint creak of the door, the quiet sound of boots padding across the floor, and then the familiar warmth of Bucky Barnes settling beside you on the couch.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You didn’t look at him. Couldn’t. You stayed curled up in your blanket, staring at the rain streaking the window. “What are you doing here?” Your voice came out hoarse, brittle.

“Steve told me,” he said, and just those three words had you crumbling.

You blinked rapidly, trying to fight the tears threatening to spill over. “You didn’t have to come,” you mumbled.

“Yeah, I did.”

You felt the couch shift as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “You’ve been there for me through some pretty dark stuff. I’m not letting you go through this alone.”

The dam broke. A sob tore through you, and suddenly the blanket wasn’t enough to hold you together. Before you could stop him, Bucky was pulling you into his arms, his embrace strong and unyielding.

“Shh, I got you,” he murmured, his voice steady and low, the kind of tone you’d expect from someone who knew how to anchor a storm. “Let it out. I’m right here.”

You clung to him, your fists gripping the fabric of his sweatshirt as the tears flowed freely. He didn’t rush you, didn’t try to offer empty reassurances. He just held you, his flesh hand stroking your back while the cool metal one rested protectively on your arm.

“He cheated on me,” you choked out after a while, the words cutting like glass. “He said he loved me, and he—he just threw it all away.”

Bucky pulled back just enough to cup your face, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears staining your cheeks. His eyes, those deep blue eyes, were filled with so much tenderness it made your heart ache all over again.

“He’s a fool,” Bucky said firmly. “He didn’t deserve you, and he sure as hell didn’t deserve your love.”

You shook your head, guilt gnawing at you. “But what if I wasn’t enough? What if I—”

“Stop,” he interrupted, his voice soft but commanding. “Don’t you dare blame yourself for his mistakes. You’re enough. You’re more than enough. And if he couldn’t see that, then he’s not worth another second of your tears.”

You stared at him, the weight of his words sinking in. The conviction in his voice, the way he looked at you—it was like he was willing you to believe it, to see yourself the way he did.

“I don’t know how to move on from this,” you admitted, your voice barely audible.

Bucky’s arms tightened around you, pulling you close again. “One step at a time,” he said. “And you don’t have to do it alone. I’m here, okay? As long as it takes. You’re not getting rid of me.”

His words wrapped around you like a second blanket, warm and steady. For the first time since it happened, you felt a flicker of something that almost resembled hope.

“Why are you so good to me?” you whispered.

Bucky let out a soft chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Because you’re you. And because… I care about you. Probably more than I should, if I’m being honest.”

You looked up at him, surprised, but he just smiled—a small, tentative thing, like he wasn’t sure how you’d take it.

“I mean it,” he said. “You deserve someone who sees how incredible you are. Someone who wouldn’t dream of hurting you. And if I get my way, one day you’ll see that person could be me.”

Your breath hitched at his words, your heart stuttering in your chest. You didn’t know what to say, but Bucky didn’t seem to expect an answer.

“For now, though,” he continued, pulling you back into his arms, “just let me take care of you. Let me remind you how loved you are.”

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You stayed in Bucky’s arms for what felt like hours, the weight of your pain slowly lightening with each passing minute. He didn’t rush you, didn’t pressure you to feel better, he just was there—steadfast and steady, the anchor you needed in the storm of your emotions.

At some point, the tears stopped coming, and all that was left was the quiet sound of your breathing mingling with his. His hand was still tracing slow, comforting circles on your back, his presence both soothing and grounding.

“You’re not alone in this, you know,” Bucky said, his voice low, as if he was afraid of breaking the fragile moment.

You nodded against his chest, your fingers still twisted in the fabric of his shirt, holding on like you never wanted to let go. The warmth of his body, the smell of his cologne, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest—it felt like everything was finally starting to make sense again.

“I know,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “I don’t think I can ever thank you enough for being here.”

Bucky pulled back just enough to look at you, his blue eyes locking onto yours with such intensity that it made your heart flutter. He didn’t say anything right away, just kept you close, the distance between you minimal, but it felt charged with something more.

After a beat, he spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just want you to be okay. And when you are, I want to be here—right beside you. In whatever way you need me.”

You swallowed, the weight of his words settling heavily in your chest. You couldn’t be sure what this was—this closeness, this bond—but you knew you didn’t want to let go of it. Not now. Not ever.

Slowly, your hand found its way to his cheek, your fingers brushing over the smooth skin there. Bucky’s breath hitched at the touch, his eyes flickering closed, his face softening beneath your fingertips.

“You mean a lot to me, Bucky,” you whispered, your heart racing.

His eyes opened again, and the sincerity in them made your chest tighten. “You mean the world to me,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion.

The words were raw, honest, and as much as you wanted to stay in the comfort of the silence, the moment felt too charged. You felt his presence closing in on you, his hand gently cupping the back of your neck, his thumb brushing over the skin there in a way that sent a shiver down your spine.

He leaned in, just barely, his lips hovering a breath away from yours. You could feel the heat of his breath on your face, the tension building between you, so tangible, it almost hurt.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice low and tentative, like he was asking permission.

You didn’t need to think about it. You could feel the pull between you, the shared desire, the quiet longing that had always been there, only now it was unspoken but undeniable.

You nodded, barely able to breathe, before you closed the gap.

Bucky’s lips were soft and warm against yours, tender at first, like he was waiting for you to respond, to meet him halfway. When you did, it was like everything snapped into place. The kiss deepened slowly, a promise and an apology wrapped into one. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer, and you allowed yourself to melt into him, your heart beating faster than it had in days.

You pulled back just enough to catch your breath, your forehead resting against his, both of you sharing the same unsteady, yet contented, breath.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours once more. “Always.”

And for the first time that night, you allowed yourself to believe it.

[bethsvrse]

what is with this new wave of short drabbles with porn and zero plot what happened to yearning?? what happened to build up?? what happened to the character being absolutely down bad for reader?? what happened to the 10k words fics?? screaming crying and throwing up i miss it

[espinosaurusrexex]

Bucky who starts a purely platonic physical touch giving friendship with reader… until it turns into more

･ﾟ✫* 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡  ｡✭･ﾟ

It starts off so innocently. Bucky just sat really close to you one day and noticed how the touch of your shoulder on his made him tingly all over.

The same happened when your hand brushed his, or you passed close by, and he caught a whiff of your hair - something that reminds him of the feeling he now seeks out when you’re around.

It’s no secret that either of you have been single a long time with basically no prospects for a future relationship, so no one questions when you and him suddenly hang out more.

He invites you over when you ask him if he was okay, and he realized that his day was in fact crappy and that if you offered to talk to him, he’d tell you all about it.

And when you sit on the sofa listening to Bucky talk, your hand instinctively found his and before Bucky knew it, his head was pressed into your shoulder, your nails raking over his scalp releasing a feeling within him, he can only describe as heavenly.

He loves it when you comfort him, and he loves comforting you, somehow knowing that you need this part of your friendship just as much as he does.

So it becomes a regular thing: when the rest of the team returns home to their spouses after a tiring mission, you and Bucky retreat to either one of your apartments under the pretense of not wanting to be alone.

Of course, neither of you planned for it to become so touchy and intimate... no, that would be insane, right?

It’s a normal afternoon for the two of you, hanging out at your place, a movie playing on TV, Bucky’s head buried in your chest as he lays half on top of you and you with your back against the sofa. Your hand rakes over his hair as his are halfway tugged beneath your body, seeking all the warmth he can get.

The physical touch aspect of your relationship has somehow crossed the lines between friends, but neither of you care. It feels too good to be held and protected to stop.

Bucky hasn't felt the caring touch of a partner in decades and you... well, let's just say that all men before Bucky didn't feel the need to express their love through aftercare - not that Bucky is in any way shape or form about to give said aftercare... no, you are just friends. Just. Friends.

Friends who frequently hide their hands in the other's jacket when the cold catches up to them.

Friends who bury their faces in each other's chest and lap like it is the most normal thing a person can do to another.

Friends who somehow always wonder if the other feels that spark ignite whenever they hold each other close.

Bucky feels the sensation when he's practically caging you beneath his upper body of the sofa. He lifts his head as he usually does to see if maybe this time he could magically hear your thoughts.

"What's up?"

He shakes his head. "I just really enjoy this." he mumbles and blushes, and your hand suddenly stops its path along his scalp.

"Me too." you smile and look into his eyes.

normally he'd put his head back, and you'd resume watching the movie, but something is different today.

maybe it's the way his hair looks perfectly tousled by your constant motions, or maybe it's the way he slowly blinks at you like a very comfortable pet.

but you finally find the courage to kiss him.

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[3twindragons]

Let him cook!

[minaminokyoko]

I know nobody cares, but...

Marvel picked MY fucking short story, "Lost Cause," to be the official excerpt for the updated announcement of the Captain America: The Shield of Sam Wilson anthology.

No, really, look: https://www.marvel.com/articles/culture-lifestyle/captain-america-the-shield-of-sam-wilson-features-original-short-stories-excerpt-cover

I'm fucking shocked they picked mine. What a tremendous honor to represent our boy. <3

On the off chance someone cares, info below!

As a Black man in America, Sam Wilson knows he has to be twice as good to get half as much credit. He must be a paragon of virtue for a nation that has mixed feelings towards him. In these thirteen brand-new stories, the all-new Captain America must thwart an insurrectionist plot, travel back in time, foil a racist conspiracy, and save the world over and over again.

As the Falcon, Sam Wilson was the first African American super hero in mainstream comic books. Sam’s trials and tribulations reflect the struggles many Black Americans go through today, as Sam balances fighting supervillains and saving the world with the difficulties of being the first Black Captain America. This action-packed anthology inspired by the Marvel comic book universe, will see Sam team up with familiar friends like Steve Rogers, Redwing and Nomad, while fighting HYDRA, Sabretooth, Kingpin, and other infamous villains.

These are stories of death-defying courage, Black love and self-discovery. These are the stories of a super hero learning what it means to be a symbol. These are the stories of Sam Wilson.

Release date: January 14, 2025

Pre-order now in ebook, hardcover, or audiobook: https://www.amazon.com/Captain-America-Shield-Sam-Wilson/dp/1803363878

And can I pretty please get some notes? PWEASE? Struggling indie black author here, just saying.

[arcadia-smith]

You were curled up on the couch, Bucky’s metal arm wrapped around your shoulders as the TV played some old movie neither of you were really paying attention to. It had been a long day, filled with missions and training, and this—just the two of you, wrapped up in each other—was the best way to unwind.

Your fingers idly traced patterns over the back of his hand, and after a few moments of comfortable silence, you spoke.

"What's your favorite thing about me?"

Bucky hummed, tilting his head slightly as if deep in thought. He turned to face you, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

"Probably your smile."

You blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. "Seriously?"

His grin widened. "Okay, fine." He shifted closer, voice dropping to something almost conspiratorial. "I love how you can kill a man in only two seconds."

You snorted, shaking your head. "That’s what you love about me?"

He shrugged, a teasing glint in his steel-blue eyes. "It's impressive."

Rolling your eyes, you nudged him. "So, not my intelligence? My stunning good looks? My charming personality?"

Bucky smirked. "Oh, those are great too. But watching you take down a guy twice your size? Kind of hot, doll."

You laughed, shaking your head. "You’re impossible."

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your temple. "And you’re lethal. Perfect match, don’t you think?"

With a grin, you pulled him closer. "Yeah, I think so too."

[hurtspideyparker]

sometimes I see that tfatws Bucky clip with his head tilt and smirk and lip lick and I get so overcome with sheer attraction that I simply have to rewatch the entire series mk

[wolvietxt]

hiiiiiii jay!! ive been having an unhealthy sleeping schedule lately, so i just wanted to know what you think frank would do if he catches you up pulling an all-nighter cause of some uni work when he came home from one of his missions. most especially, when you tell him you’ve done it for three straight nights while he was gone…

FRANK knew something was off the second he stepped into the apartment. it was quiet, too quiet, but not in the way that usually meant safety. the tv wasn’t on, no music played softly from your phone, and you didn’t come running up to him the second he locked the door behind him.  

his gut clenched.  

he slipped off his boots, careful not to track any dirt or blood onto the floor, and listened. he heard it then - the faint sound of typing. quick, rhythmic, desperate.  

with a sigh, he followed it, walking toward the kitchen, where the glow of your laptop screen cast shadows across your face. papers were scattered everywhere, some crumpled, some covered in highlighter. empty redbull cans were scattered around the tabletop. a half-eaten granola bar sat next to an empty coffee cup, and another coffee was in your hand, fingers curled tight around it like a lifeline.  

you didn’t even notice him.  

“sweetheart.” his voice was low, firm.  

you startled, eyes snapping up. he saw the exhaustion in them instantly - red-rimmed, glassy, dark circles bruising your skin.  

“frank,” you breathed, blinking fast like you were trying to clear your vision.  

he didn’t move toward you just yet, but he looked you over, taking in the way your hands trembled around the coffee cup, the way your shoulders sagged under the weight of whatever you were doing.  

“what’re you doin’ up?” he asked, though he already had an idea.  

“just… finishing some stuff,” you mumbled, eyes darting back to your laptop. “it’s nothing, really.”  

he glanced at the time on the microwave. 4:12 a.m.  

his jaw ticked.  

“when’s the last time you slept?”  

you hesitated, biting your lip, and he knew right then you were about to say something he wouldn’t like.  

“um … a little bit, here and there,” you finally said, voice too soft, too small.  

frank sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “baby.”  

“it’s fine,” you tried to reassure him, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “i just needed to catch up on work. it’s been kinda crazy, and i thought, you know, since you were gone, i’d just - ”  

“how long?”  

your mouth opened, closed.  

he took a step forward. “how long you been doin’ this?”  

“…three nights.”  

his nostrils flared.  

“three damn nights?” his voice was sharper now, and you flinched. not out of fear, but because you knew how much he hated this - hated seeing you worn down, pushing yourself past your limits. you’d hate to see him disappointed in you but in your defence, you thought he’d be home a whole lot later.

“i just - i had to, frank,” you whispered. “i got so behind, and i didn’t want you to come back to me all stressed and falling apart, so i just - ”  

his hands were on you before you could finish, tugging you up and out of the chair, wrapping you up tight against him. you didn’t even realize you were crying until he sighed against your hair, feeling the dampness on his shirt.  

“sweetheart,” he murmured, voice rough with something heavy, something that made your chest ache. “you think i care ‘bout any of that? you think i want you doin’ this to yourself?”  

“i just wanted to keep up,” you sniffled, fingers fisting in his jacket. “i didn’t wanna be a mess when you got back.”  

he pulled back just enough to cup your face, thumbs brushing over your cheeks. his eyes, dark and tired but so damn full of love, locked onto yours.  

“you could be the biggest damn mess in the world, and i wouldn’t care. you hear me?” he said, low and firm. “don’t wanna come home to you runnin’ yourself into the ground. don’t wanna see you like this.”  

you nodded, lower lip trembling, and he groaned, pressing a kiss there, then another, then another, like he was trying to fix it, to erase the exhaustion, the stress, the weight you’d been carrying alone.  

“c’mon,” he muttered, tugging you toward the bedroom. “you’re done. no more of this.”  

“but - ”  

he shot you a look. “no buts. you’re gonna sleep.”  

you wanted to protest, but the second you hit the bed, exhaustion slammed into you like a tidal wave. you barely registered the weight of him next to you, pulling you against his chest, hand rubbing slow, soothing circles against your back.  

“gonna take care of you, sweetheart,” he whispered against your hair, voice soft, warm. “always.”  

and for the first time in three nights, you believed it.

ᰔ frank castle : @stvr-dust, @uncertified-doc, @erospecies

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[phantom-wingsss]

𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕~

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕: 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒅.

𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒄𝒖𝒎( 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕), 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.

Bucky’s hands were on your thighs, keeping them spread open as his face was buried between them, eating you out like a starved man.

Flick. Suck. Flick. Suck.

He didn’t stop…

“Bucky! O-oh, fuck…gonna cum.” You moaned deeply, wrapping your legs around his shoulders, your thighs trapping his head between them.

“Yeah? Come on, pretty girl. Show me how hard you can squirt. Soak my beard…” He mumbled against your folds.

Flick. Suck. Flick. Suck.

He continued…

He doubled his efforts with his lips and tongue, determined to make you cum harder than you ever had before.

Your hands flew to his head, gripping his dark locks like a lifeline, your nails digging into his scalp.

But it didn’t hurt—he actually enjoyed it.

“Come on, gorgeous,” he smacked your thigh firmly, “cum for me…”

You could feel the pleasure building in your lower abdomen, and before you knew it, you squirted hard all over his face, his beard getting soaked just like he said—your mouth fell open in a silent cry, and your eyes rolled back fully.

He didn’t stop until you collapsed back against the bed.

You let go of his hair and tried lowering your legs from his shoulders, but before you could, he stopped you with a stern look.

“What do you think you’re doing, huh? I’m not done with you yet. I’m gonna see how many times I can make you cum tonight…”

[fallenbratfiction]

crop top ~ bucky barnes x f!curvy reader

Bucky helps reader feel confident wearing a crop top on their date, reminding her that she’s beautiful just the way she is. A soft, supportive moment with a little bit of flirty chaos because… it’s Bucky. 🖤

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A/N: I should be going to sleep but you know what? you get a fic and I ruin my circadian rhythm. I love that top but you can imagine any you like!💞 you are beautiful and deserve to be wearing any crop tops you damn want!!!! No one should never make you feel like you are supposed to look a certain way in order to wear something.

warnings: curvy! reader, boyfriend! Bucky, reader is self-conscious and bucky reassures her.

minors dni. i am not responsible for what you choose to consume.

do not copy, translate or claim any of my work as your own.

“You sure I don’t look stupid?” you asked for the third time, fidgeting with the hem of the baby blue crop top. It was soft, ribbed, and paired perfectly with your favorite jeans—but it clung to your stomach in a way that made your skin crawl with nerves.

Bucky was standing behind you in the mirror, hands resting gently on your hips. “You look like you walked out of my dreams,” he murmured, voice warm against your neck.

You let out a nervous laugh and pulled the top down, trying in vain to make it longer. “You’re biased.”

“I’m observant,” he said, turning you gently by the shoulders to face him. He crouched slightly to meet your eyes, thumbs brushing the outside of your arms. “Baby, look at me.”

You did, hesitant and searching. He gave you that soft, steady gaze—the one that always made the world quiet for a second.

“You can wear whatever you want,” he said firmly. “You will look beautiful. That’s not up for debate.”

“You’re just saying that cause you’re my boyfriend”

“No,” he said, voice softer now. “I’m saying that because I love you. And I think you look like a goddess.”

You sighed and looked down at your stomach, poking the fabric. “I just…I feel so exposed like everyone can look at my stomach, everyone can see everything”

Bucky was quiet for a second, then he lifted his metal arm and turned it palm up, flexing the fingers slightly. “You know,” he said, “I used to hate when people stared at this.”

You blinked, glancing at the vibranium. “Bucky, that’s not—”

“I know it’s not the same,” he said quickly, “but the feeling… it’s close. Feeling like eyes are on you. Like people are forming opinions before they know you.” He paused, stroking your waist with his other hand. “But I started realizing something. This arm? It’s a part of me. And if someone wants to stare? Let ‘em. I’ll still sleep fine at night.”

You smiled, just a little. “Easy for you to say. You’re hot and mysterious and your arm is is cool like it can kill people and stuff. That’s powerful, these are just stomach rolls.”

Bucky blinked at you, then let out a soft laugh through his nose—not mocking, just surprised. “Sweetheart,” he said, leaning his forehead against yours, “did you just say my arm is cool because it can kill people?”

You shrugged, flustered. “I mean… yeah? It’s a weapon. People stare at you and probably think ‘wow, badass.’ People stare at me and think, ‘she should’ve worn something looser.’” You motioned vaguely at your stomach, the fabric hugging closer than you were used to. “These are just… rolls. Squishy. Uncool.”

Bucky pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, his expression a mix of heartbreak and fierce love. “That’s not what people think. And even if it was—who the hell cares?”

You didn’t answer, just crossed your arms, trying not to fold in on yourself.

“I know what it’s like to feel like you’re being watched,” he said gently. “I’ve felt it in my skin, in my spine. But if I spent my life dressing in a way that made everyone else more comfortable, I’d still be hiding under twenty layers of tactical gear.”

He took your hand and guided it to his chest. “This arm may be powerful, yeah. But you? You’re brave. You walk into rooms knowing what people might say, and you still show up. You still want to wear the damn crop top. That’s power, baby.”

You bit your lip.

“And those ‘uncool’ rolls?” he added, fingers brushing your sides. “They’re a part of you. They’re soft and warm and they’re where my hand fits when I hold you at night. So yeah, maybe this arm can kill people—but those rolls? They keep me alive.”

Your breath caught, and you smacked his chest lightly. “You’re such a sap.”

He grinned. “Only for you. Now come on, let’s go out. Let the world stare. You’re with the guy with the murder arm, remember?”

You laughed—really laughed this time—and reached for his hand.

“Okay. But if I chicken out halfway through dinner…”

“I’ll give you my hoodie,” he promised. “But I’m betting we won’t need it.”

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[greyelfsworld]

They said what they said 🤷🏽‍♂️

[dilfexpress]

jus sharing my favourite short hair bucky pics because woof woof bark bark

[espinosaurusrexex]

You try to find Bucky a date but he only has eyes for you

a/n: playful Bucky and "clueless" reader are my new fave

word count: ~800

warnings: fun fluff, teeny bit angst

･ﾟ✫* 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ｡✭･ﾟ

“Do you have any preferences for a partner?” You sat next to Bucky on the sofa in the common room, determined to find the perfect date for him upon request from Sam.

“Well, I’m very particular when it comes to my type.” Bucky clasped his hands in his lap as he eyed you opening your notes app. He wasn’t too keen on the idea of dating anyone. Well, anyone that wasn’t you to be clear. There was a reason he’d yet to ask anyone out since working here. The same reason he chose to entertain your attempt to set him up. He liked spending time with you. 

“Particular is good. More details mean I can find the perfect person for you.” You beamed at him and Bucky cursed under his breath when his heart did the somersault thing. 

Then he decided to shrug it off. “If you think so.”

Seemingly nonchalant, he watched you prepare some bullet points on your phone, itching to reach out and smack the thing from your grasp so you could hold his hand instead. 

“I am the perfect matchmaker, Bucky. You should be glad I’m helping you. The amount of feedback I’m given for my relationship expertise is unmatched.”

“Think I should check your references, doll,” Bucky smirked. “Cause you never once went on a date since I’ve been here.”

You stared at him blankly and Bucky took the opportunity to look at your lips. And just as he suspected, they looked perfectly kissable today.

“Coaches don’t play, Bucky.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes, making Bucky chuckle. 

“Okay now, favorite hair color?”

“I do enjoy a nice y/h/c,” Bucky answered immediately. He knew you’d not let this go, so he might as well play into it. He knew exactly who his type was, so the questions shouldn’t be too hard. 

“Preferred height?” You typed away and Bucky stood and held up his hand to the spot he knew your head ended when you stood next to him. “Abooooout this tall.” 

You glanced at him swiftly, nodding and typing the info like a machine. Bucky chuckled again. You were so invested, he could probably say your name as his preferred one in a partner and you’d write it down without question. 

“Perfect eye color?” 

“Y/e/c.” You froze in your tracks for a second and then you proceeded to type. 

“Wait,” Bucky said, grabbing your face with his metal hand and looking into your eyes with furrowed brows. “Y/e/c with those beautiful speck in ‘em. That’s what I like...”

He watched as your pupils switched between his and Bucky wondered if you’d finally caught on. He wasn’t trying to hide it, after all. However, all he got was another moment of intimate eye contact before your jaw slightly pressed against his hand with the next question tumbling out of you.

“Preferred occupation?” There was the hint of a smile on your lips, and Bucky couldn’t have missed it. Maybe you were even wittier than he thought you to be. 

“Hmmm....” He tabbed his chin now embracing the game you’d invited him into. “I’d die for a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.” He let go of your face. “Maybe an avenger even - I think that would be perfect for me.”

Bucky turned back slightly, now watching you out of the corner of his eye, heart hammering in his chest yet again. Your fingers typed furiously on that phone of yours and his hand began to sweat. It was fun while it lasted, now he’d have to go back to serious. 

“Bucky-“ his heart dropped when you whispered his name as you watched your notes. But then you put your phone down and grabbed his hands. God, this was worse. You’d let him down easy - somehow he wanted you to be clueless again. “I think I may have the perfect candidate for you.” 

That’s when he finally found the courage to look at you again. Firstly at your hands which were gently wrapped around his and then your face, where big eyes were watching him from below. 

His chest deflated when he saw the unreadable expression in your eyes. “You don’t have to-“

Bucky didn’t get to finish his sentence because warm pillowy lips were pressed to his and catapulted him into a state of utter shock and disbelief. After a few seconds of freeze mode, your fingers squeezed his gently, as a reminder that this was truly happening. And before any more time could have gone to waste, Bucky’s arms wrapped around you with an urgency that had settled deep in his bones. Maybe you weren’t so clueless after all...

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GOT HIM!

[deltarogers]

JUST A FRIEND TO YOU

PAIRING: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Curvy!Female!Reader

SUMMARY: Bucky is so much more than just a friend to you…

WARNINGS: Pining, Hurt/Comfort, assumed unrequited feelings, happy end, SHORT, NOT PROOFREAD.

INSPIRED BY:

Why does Bucky hug you like this?

Like he never wants to let you go. Like you’ll fade away if he lifts a finger. And he’s warm, comfortable, safe…it’s scary how much you feel for him just from one hug.

Every act, every touch from him is somehow intimate…if you’re in private that is.

He’s recently started kissing you. Not on the cheek, or the forehead…

On the lips.

And it’s not just a peck either, his lips always move against yours, tongue exploring the expanse of your mouth. It takes your breath away, makes you nearly dumb, because you don’t think about it until after he’s gone home, and you’re left alone.

Then the tears came.

You’d been best friends with Bucky for years, and it didn’t take long for you to develop feelings for him. You were in love with him, and he didn’t even know.

Or maybe he did? Every bit of the way he treated you was as if he was your boyfriend. But that was only behind closed doors. In public or in front of his friends, he acted as if you two were JUST friends.

It hadn’t necessarily been an issue…at first. You welcomed the behavior becaus it was something you’d dreamt of, something you craved from him. But as time progressed and months passed, you began to realize that this wasn’t normal.

Part of you expected him to admit that he was in love with you too, but that never came.

You had to be careful with the words you used. ‘I love you’ was always on the tip of your tongue, but you never said those three words. The thought of him ceasing all romantic advances and admitting he didn’t feel the same way was eating at you.

Was it because of the way you looked?

He didn’t acknowledge any romantic feelings in public and that made you think it was because of your size. Maybe you weren’t his type? Why would he kiss you then?

You weren’t skinny by any means, but Bucky had always lifted you up when you felt down about your weight, or appearance.

Too many questions and not enough answers.

This particular night, Bucky was nearly on top of you, his lips moving desperately against yours. You were like putty in his arms. No matter how much you wanted to, you couldn’t resist his advances. He knew how to win you over.

A soft grunt left your lips as your fingers raked through his curls and he pulled back almost immediately, meeting your eyes.

You thought you’d done something wrong, but the look in his eyes said otherwise. Bucky’s pupils were dilated as the hand that wasn’t gripping your face gently squeezed at your hip, enticing a gasp from you.

“Yeah? Y’like this?” He asked before diving right back in, leaning down to connect his lips to your kiss bitten ones.

Oh god did you like this. You fucking loved it. As much as it would hurt later, you didn’t care. He was addictive, like a drug, and you couldn’t get enough.

The high wouldn’t last long though.

He soon had to go home. Not without wrapping you in a hug. One you melted into.

The next day, you had lunch and drinks with a few mutual friends, and Bucky just…ignored you.

It was deliberate to be mean, he was just focused on everyone else. He didn’t hold your hand, hug you when you arrived, and he barely even gave you a second glance.

What was he so ashamed of?

And so you snapped, you couldn’t do this anymore, not like this.

You stood from the table and said goodbye to everyone, noting that you didn’t feel well.

“We hope you feel better” One of your friends commented, and that’s when you decided to jab at Bucky a bit, hoping for some kind of reaction.

“Me too, I have a date later tonight…I’ll let you all know how it goes” You spoke, taking notice of how Bucky’s head shot up to look at you, but you didn’t give him the satisfaction of meeting your eyes before you left.

What you’d done might have been childish, but Bucky needed to know that you were upset. That you weren’t exclusive, especially if he wasn’t going to acknowledge anything in public.

And you didn’t want him to eat your face, just hold your hand, or kiss your cheek. Just assurance that he wasn’t afraid to show you off. There was no clarity in what kind of relationship you had.

Bucky was so much more than just a friend to you.

You ignored his calls and texts that night.

You couldn’t bring yourself to even look. He definitely cared, that much was true. But not enough to make your relationship official. It hurt.

You were lounging in the living room when the knocks came.

Part of you knew who it was, but you weren’t ready to admit it.

When you opened the door, you were surprised at the state of Bucky. His brows were furrowed and a worried expression was clad on his face.

He sighed in relief when he saw you were alright. He’d been texting and calling for hours and he thought something had happened.

“Sweetheart- aren’t you supposed to be on a date?” He asked and you sighed, shaking your head.

“He was a no show” You lied and Bucky didn’t seem to notice.

“You don’t deserve that”

“I don’t deserve this either, James” You said and he tilted his head in confusion, but then he realized, and the poor guy looked like a kicked puppy. “You’ve been fucking with my feelings for months now, and I’m done” You expressed.

“I didn’t know…” He tried to say but you scoffed and shook your head.

“You didn’t know? Is that the best excuse you have, Bucky?” You asked him, raising your voice a bit as you were angry.

“Is it because of the way I look? Am I too big for you?” You asked “Are you embarrassed of me?”

“Fuck- doll, I didn’t…shit…” He said and shook his head “I didn’t know how to tell you how I felt, I haven’t had feelings for anyone since the 40’s” He admitted.

“That’s no excuse though…I love you” He said and your world nearly stopped, your knees buckling a bit.

Bucky noticed and moved forwards, wrapping his arms around your waist securely. “You’re not too big for me, I’ve never cared about that” He said “If anything, that’s my favorite thing about you” He assured and you nodded up at him in a daze.

“I want you to be mine…please?” Bucky asked and you nearly couldn’t say no…not when he asked like that.

“Yes, yeah…I love you too, James” You said, your hands resting on his shoulders to steady yourself. “I didn’t actually have a date tonight” You admitted with a giggle.

“I figured…but I’m sorry that’s what it took to knock some sense into me” He apologized before leaning down to brush his lips against yours. “Can I..?” He muttered and you nodded.

His lips crashed onto yours with a passion you’d never felt before. And you got lost in it.

He kicked the door shut, and the rest of your night was spent with him showing you how much he loved you.

FIN.

A/N: Decided not to add an 18+ ending! Wanted to post something short n’ sweet!

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