#au!bukcy x reader

[lightning-writes]

good heart (faulty machine of a man) - 14/30 (icymi)

chapter summary: bucky tries to find support (alternatively, bucky is a big flirt)

word count: 1880

tags: flirty!bucky, post endgame, pre tfatws, hurt/comfort, slow burn, mutual pining, friends to lovers, canon divergent, canon compliant, au

warnings: suicide mention, panic attack

a/n: icymi

“Do you flirt with everyone?” (The question surprises them both, but he sees the delight in her dark eyes.) “Are you jealous, James?” Her eyes search his unyielding face. “I’d flirt with you, but I don’t think you’d be able to handle it.” “I could keep up.” Her eyebrows shoot up at his sure tone; he shrugs.

AO3 / Masterlist

[shay-iamiam]

°Still| Part 7 °

Pairings: Boxer!Bucky x Woc!Reader

Warnings: Angst, a lot of emotions  

A/N: This is probably not the best thing you’ve read in your entire life but I’m proud of this little series. I’m really happy with way this part turned out.

As always thank you for reading my little ol fic!

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The bed was soft, the morning light trickled in casting a orange glow throughout the room. Mornings like this made every problem you’d face throughout the day more bearable. You were next to the man who made it all more than bearable.

“Good morning Buck.” You rolled over smiling at him you enjoyed laying in bed with him. He was the Bucky you knew, the Bucky who wasn’t tired from working to the bone, the Bucky who was optimistic about the future. It was a pure state of blis you where in by his side in the morning.

Bucky turned his head towards you meeting your gaze with a sad and somber mood.

"Y/n, I know it's hard but you have to wake up.”

“Y/n.. Y/n you have to wake up."

“I don't have to work today. I want to lay right here in bed with you.” You nuzzled back into Bucky's warm embrace. He knew your schedule, why would he bother waking you up when he knew this was your normal day off.

“No, Y/n you have to wake up. Come on baby just breathe and wake up." Bucky grabbed your shoulders. He tugged you upwards shaking you lightly. All the warm light drained right out the room. Your body began shaking all of a sudden.

“Y/n can you hear me. Y/n come on wake up Y/n.”

“Bucky I am up. What's going on? “ Bucky placed you on your back pulling your legs up. The bedroom door swung open, cool air filled the room draining out the steam.

“Please Y/n come on wake up." He cried out as if you weren't there.

"I am fully awake Buck. What's going on ?”

The room began to fill with steam. Your clothes stuck to your skin. Bucky's voice began to fade out. Nothing was making since.

“Y/n, Y/n.”

“Y/n come on, come on."

"Wake up!”

"Bucky I'm right here." Your voice slurred as you came back to consciousness, your eyes slowly opened as you felt throbbing near the back of your head.

You weren't in bed with Bucky, no. You where on your bathroom floor.

Steves form slowly came into view as your blurry eyes focused on his face.

Steves moved your head around gently, trying to assess and visible head injuries. His gaze fell over your head and your arms they were slightly bruised but they seemed okay, and it was only when you called Bucky's name again Steve realized you needed immediate medical attention.

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The bright lights stung your eyes as you struggled to open them. A loud beep snapped you out your daze. You realized you weren't at home anymore. One moment you where getting ready to take a shower and the next everything had gone black.

Your head pounded as you tried to make sense of everything that happened. Bucky, you remembered being with him. The two of you where cuddled up in each other's embrace one moment, and the next Bucky was shaking you, yelling begging you to wake up.

It was a dream. It was all too good to be true.

Even in your unconscious state your heart wanted Bucky. So much to the point that you dreamed about him when you weren't coherent.

You glanced around taking in your surroundings. The room you laid in was identical to Bucky's. You were back at the hospital.

Steve's voice cut through the stillness of the room. Your mind raced back to the most recent thing you could remember, Steve held you on the bathroom floor begging you to stay awake. Everything after that was a blur.

This was it your ultimate break down. And Steve had witnessed it. You felt foolish. You couldn't stay strong, you couldn't be the person Bucky needed you to be right now. Everything had fallen apart. And to make things worse your felt like you'd let Bucky down for not being as strong as he had been. You sat in the bed starting at your hands. The room was silent, the only noise was your dark thoughts as you sat there in your own chaos, in silence.

No mantra could save you now. If I crack they crack.

The deafening silence was interrupted by heavy footsteps approaching your room. Sam appeared in the doorway. Sam's eyes held a gaze like he knew about your internal struggles.

“Your allowed to fall apart. But not like this.”

“Where's Steve I need to apologise to him and you. If I only had listen to you sooner I wouldn't be here.” Tears filled your eyes. You were overwhelmed. No mantra could help you now. Cracking was the only thing you could do. Sam rushed over to your bedside, your eyes met his own hushed tears filled his eyes as well.

“We'll get through this but not this way. If your falling apart let me know, let us know. Your not in this alone. Steve and I will be there for you.” Sam cradled your head against his chest lightly as you cried.

Every tear you shed brought a sense of relief over you. Your body shook as you cried, tears ran down your face until you were exhausted and tired. Sam took a deep breath in. “We're in this together. And don't you forget it.” Sam wiped the tears that littered across your cheeks. You all would make it through this. That was the first sure thing you'd had known in a while.

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One day at a time. That was how you all took it. Rotating shifts was the first plan of action. You agreed with Sam and Steve that you wouldn't be any good if you weren't taking care of yourself. So the three of you and other close family and friends rotated being with Bucky.

It had been working well so far. You opted to be with him in the evenings. It allowed you to still go to work to support you and him once he woke up.

You no longer let your mind be plagued with the thought of Bucky not making it through. The only thing you could afford to have was hope. Sam was the one who suggested you say a couple of positive affirmations before and after you'd seen Bucky.

So far it had been working well. Instead of crying and sitting at his bedside you talked to him. You talked about the most mundane things, to things you were always too shy to say to him. He was still your Bucky and nothing was going to change that.

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The work week had been kind to you. Your relief came early to the library allowing you to go home, take a quick shower and head over to the hospital to be with Bucky.

Sitting with him in the evening made everything feel normal. Well as normal as it could get. It felt like it did before the accident, as if nothing had changed. Bucky usually waited for you before he would head off to whatever odd job he had found for the week.

He would sit with you on the couch listening to you intently as you told him of the horrors of working at the library. He never cared how bouring you said your job was. All he wanted was to be with you before he had to join the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

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You grabbed one of the chairs pulling it up to Bucky's bed side. You open the blinds moving back the curtains. The soft glow of the sunset illuminated the room as you took your seat next to your love.

Pulling back the curtains was something you recently started doing. You no longer sat in darkness next to his side. Bucky was your light. It was only fair you let a little of him into the room. You held his hand like you always did. Recanting your day to him as if he was nodding his head and listening to you. You babbled on about any and every little thing as usual.

Bucky's nurses we're due to come in soon. His vitals were due to be checked. You usual wandered down to the cafeteria to eat and give them space as they assessed your boyfriend.   

You digged thru  your purse for searching for your wallet and phone. Looking back at Bucky one more time. You always squeezed his hand before you left, it was your silent I love you.

Standing at Bucky's bed side your hand reached out to grab his like you had done many times before. You gently sat your hands together on the bed, turning to walk away your hand was yanked back before you could go any further.

You gazed locked down quickly on your intertwined hands, as you hoped you weren't imagining something you only dreamed about. Your heart raced in your chest as you watched Bucky's fingers move in between yours. You did everything you could not to pass out right there and than.

Bucky eyes began to slowly twitch behind his lids until he was looking right at you. His eyes closed before he gained a little strength to hold them open longer. Bucky blinked once more until he was able to look you right in the eyes.

All traces of air were sucked out of the room. You stood there frozen as you took in what was happening. He was awake. He was there.

“Baby, Y/n.” His voice was scratchy as he spoke. The evidence of not speaking for so long where clear in his voice.your Vision became cloudy as tears ran freely down your face.

Your body began to shake as you cried. You fell down to your knees at his bedside, your arms clutched Bucky's sides tightly. This felt like a dream it had to be one. Bucky's hand fail to your arm lightly tugging you upwards.

“Don't cry. I- I'm here now." Bucky struggled to hold back his own tears as he watched you.

This was it. This bad dream was finally over. He was here with you. “I dreamed of this moment more than I could count. Breathing without you has been the hardest thing.“ You spoke through your sob, Bucky pulled you up close to his embrace. His arms shook as he wiped the tears from your eyes.

Once your vision finally cleared you were able to look into his eyes. Bucky's beautiful blue eyes. It was all over. This was home. Bucky is home.

Breathe in. It’s over 

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Next Part

A/N: I enjoy hearing from y’all so much! Any feedback is welcomed! Oh one more thing, This little series is almost over. Two more parts and that’s it! Maybe a epilogue? I don’t even know yet y’all. 

[persephonesinfernos]

constellations | preview.

summary: there are only 88 officially recognized constellations, a small number considering you and your soulmate would have the exact same constellation on your skin. how can be sure if it was really them with so few of them? you could mistake your soulmate. 

word count: 238.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader.

author’s note: okay, so here I go again with this thing. I just to have a writing blog a few years back under “buchananbarnestrash” and I decided to give it a go again. I’ll start by posting some of my old stories as I write some new ones. hope you like it guys.

constellations masterlist | masterlist

As you were growing up more freckles started to appear on your ribs, all of them were arranged in a way that resembled stars. You never said anything to anyone about this, being too terrified that something was wrong with you.

That was until one day you saw something similar on your big brother’s back, there were all these freckles as if they were a constellation. So you braved up and asked your brother, Ezra, about it.

“(Y/N), has not dad told you anything about this?” Ezra asked as you denied with your head. “Well, these freckles form a constellation, you know as the stars in the sky. As the time to meet your soulmate is approaching more freckles would appear and they will form one of the 88 constellations in the sky. Your soulmate would have the same constellation as yours on their skin.”

“But how do I know if that person is the right one? There are no enough different constellations in the sky for every one of us” You frowned deep in thought.

Ezra chuckled looking down at you, he was getting taller and taller. “The thing is (Y/N), once the time has come, the skin around your constellation would burn and shine at the same time as your soulmate’s. ‘Cause that is what stars do, the shine so bright and they burn so you will never feel the cold or the loneliness ever again.”

[aescapisms]

sup, professor @/bbarnesjames - twitter accounts [ps. bucky’s account is private, the app doesn’t have the private feature. im sosorry!!!!]

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[prettyyoungtragedy]

Written in the Stars (7)

Characters: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You’re the type of woman who is headstrong and fiercely independent. Heiress to a fortune and one of the most brilliant minds of the 21st century. Until you’re forced into witness protection. Your “Protection” turns out to be 220 pounds of dreamy, sassy, delightful Bucky Barnes. Whatever could go wrong?

Warnings: A little bit of angst if you squint but that's it. 

A/N: So this is a super soft chapter, decided to give you guys a break with all the angst and shit and just have a little soft!Bucky for a bit! Stevie makes a lovely appearance and is soft too! But I warn you, this is the last sweet chapter’ you’re getting for a while lol. The rest of it is just ANGST city! If you wanna throw me a comment or a reblog, that would be nice!  I love hearing from you guys, so scream at me in my inbox too! Ya’ll are the fucking best!

This was generously Beta’d by my beta @suz-123 who helped write this soft chapter bc she’s so soft!!! love ya

Links are being a bitch so you can find the whole fic in my WIP masterlist in my bio!

Taglist is closed, Sorry guys!

It had been six days since the assassination attempt, six days of fighting with Nick Fury over the decision to pull you from the trial, and six days of making Bucky’s life a living hell while he escorted you around because all he allowed you to do was go to the lab for a few hours at a time and then back to the safe house and the tower gym.

You felt like a prisoner on death row and on the sixth day the news broke that you had withdrawn from the trial and it was splashed across every newspaper and website, evening news bulletin in town.

‘Key witness in the trial for Hydra war criminal withdraws’ - New York Post

‘Hydra scientist to walk free after key witness withdraws from testifying.’ - NY Times

‘Key witness fails the justice system as she withdraws from trial letting Hydra scientist walk free for his crimes.’ - New York Daily News

The worst was watching the pompous asshole on the news degrade you and your accomplishments, with his misogynistic and sexist take on why you’d quit the trial.

“Of course she would quit the trial, she is testifying against one of the most brilliant minds of our generation, she had no chance of winning a case against such a great man. She knew this, and so did the prosecution, losing their key witness is the something even the best prosecution can’t go on with. But she’s a high society princess, she didn’t think this through, she wanted her few minutes of fame and she got it. I’m sure some billionaire will come along and teach her-”

The TV suddenly switched off and you whirled around annoyedly to see who had turned it off. Bucky set the remote down on the nearby table and leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms.

“I was watching that,” You snapped,

“It’s bullshit,” He replied coolly,

“Don’t care, turn it back on.”

“You don’t need to watch that, it’s not worth seeing.”

“No, but it’s what people think of me now because all of you made an executive decision about my life for me!”

“For your benefit,”

“How Bucky, tell me how is this to my benefit? They are dragging my name through the mud and I can’t do anything about it.”

“You know the truth, what’s it matter if they have something to say about it. Leave it be.”

“You don’t fucking get it!”

“Then enlighten me,”

“You don’t get it because you’ve been called a monster your entire existence, I, on the other hand, used to be someone and I mattered!” The moment the words left your mouth you regretted them, you immediately stopped talking, your hand flew to your mouth gasping slightly at how harsh you had been.

Bucky’s face goes blank and he stands taller letting his arms drop to his side and shrugged before he spoke,

“I thought you were better than that,”

Then without another word he turned around and walked out of the room, pulling the door closed behind him.

“You fucking idiot.” You muttered to yourself, sighing at how quickly that escalated and how harshly you had spoken to him. You definitely owed him an apology for that one, it was the ultimate low blow.

~~~

Bucky barged into the gun range, anger ripping through him like a torpedo. Your words ringing true in his mind, again and again, all the way down here. He is seething, why the fuck does he let you get to him so much, and why does he care so much that you think he’s a monster.

There are a few trainees about, and Natasha who is currently running drills with them. Her gaze flits to him for a second, concern in her eyes before she goes back to the recruit loading the Baretta in front of her.

Bucky pays no heed to the people around him, he needs to shoot something or he's going to explode. Grabbing the nearest Glock he sees, Bucky loads the target on the pulley and slams the remote dragging it back a couple meters before he raised the gun and squeezed the trigger.

The loud sound goes off twelve times as he rapid fires the entire chamber at the target managing to hit every spot he is intending too. Of course, he does, he’s the world's greatest assassin, although Natasha begs to differ.

Frustrations still running through him, Bucky releases the empty clip and slams another one into place, before raising the gun again. He pulled the trigger in quick succession not bothering to change the target, he does this three more times before the target is practically littered with holes in it.

Natasha watched this display for a moment before she sighed and told the rest of the recruits to leave. Clearly, something was wrong and she needed to tend to it, she placed the gun in her hands back onto the metal table and walked over to where Bucky was.

“Wanna talk?” She asked interrupting his last shot at the target. At first Bucky doesn’t respond, instead, he dropped the gun onto the table with a clang and slammed his hands beside it. A minute goes by before he spoke.

“What do you want, Nat?” He asked, voice gruff and annoyed.

“Tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit James, speak to me.”

“There is nothing wrong, would you drop it.”

“I’m going to keep asking until you talk to me and you know how annoying I can be,”

Bucky sighed deeply and stood straight before turning around to face Natasha. She leaned against the wall nearby, watching him with a concerned frown on her face.

“Why are you so bothersome?” He chuckled, and she gave him a smirk, shrugging.

“You know me, I like knowing everything, so spill it.”

He hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words into what he was feeling, the emotion running through him and just how much you affected him without him even realizing.

“I am too invested.” He said simply, his blue eyes meeting her green ones, “And I’m scared it’s going to be like last time,”

Bucky doesn’t have to say anything more for Natasha to understand what he meant she of all people knew exactly what Bucky was implying and it hurt her heart that he still thought about that, even though it was all those years ago.

Some wounds never heal, she thought.

“James, that’s in the past,” Natasha said,

“Doesn’t mean history can’t repeat itself,” He retorted,

“No, but it doesn’t mean it will. you and I were doomed from day one as much as it hurts to admit. You have to stop living in the past or it’s going to haunt the life you live now and you will forever be a shadow of the man you could be.”

“Easier said than done,”

Natasha smiled softly at him, making her way over to him. She placed a hand on his cheek, a sweet gesture of affection between the two former lovers, two different people in a different time, a time long since past but a memory that still lingered occasionally.

“It’s not a job anymore, is it?” Natasha asked softly, and Bucky held his breath for a moment. The question was loaded, and the answer feels like a shotgun ready to go off inside him.

Exhaling deeply, Bucky lets his shoulders drop and he shakes his head, closing his eyes.

“No...no its not.”

~~~

The rain splattered down against the massive windows, lightning flashing across the skyline and dark clouds blanket the night sky. Darkness engulfs the city but the bright New York skyline casts a glow across its horizon.

You stood at the window idly staring out at the raindrops that pelted down against the glass, eyes occasionally flitting to the flashes of lightning that struck down. It was quiet, far too quiet for a Saturday night, or so it felt that way.

Bucky hadn’t come back to see you at all today, not since this morning when you snapped at him and said those harsh things. You didn’t blame him, you were an ass.

Sam had come and collected you to take you back to the apartment, and you were escorted by Sam and Steve from the tower back to the Manhattan apartment that was currently your home. Steve said that Bucky would be here later, he had some things to take care of and that you’d be safe in the house with the security system on.

They bid you a good night and turned on the system before leaving you alone in the large apartment.

At first, it was nice to be alone for a moment, you took a long hot bath trying to rid yourself of the tension and strain of the last couple of days then changed into a comfortable pair of silk pajamas before flipping through the Netflix selection for a while but finding nothing to watch.

You walked around the apartment several times out of boredom realizing that having Bucky around you all the time provided you with someone to talk to whenever you wanted to, and you suddenly realized just how lonely you were without him.

Your mind flashed back to earlier that day when you’d called him a monster, and guilt built up inside you. It was in the heat of the moment that you had let that word slip out but the way his entire demeanor changed when you’d said it and you hated yourself for that.

As you stood at the window, thinking about Bucky and what an ass you’d been to him all these months that he had been your protection, you came to the realization that the man was a goddamn saint for putting up with your shit.

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you hadn’t heard Bucky come in, he set his keys down on the coffee table and frowned at you standing at the window.

He called your name once but you didn’t respond at first then he moved towards you and touched your shoulder calling your name and it startled you.

In your state you assumed it was an intruder and screamed loudly, whirling around and throwing a fist at his face. Bucky had foreseen this happening and easily dodged the attack, staring at you wide-eyed.

“Bucky! Fucking hell!”You exclaimed your heart thundering in your chest from the fright you’d just received.

“Geez,” He said arching an eyebrow at you, “That was some punch,”

“Sorry, you just scared the ever living fuck out of me,” You sighed rubbing your face tiredly,

Bucky nodded, then raised his hand showing you the brown paper bag he carried.

“Is that from Butter?” You asked incredulously, unsure what to make of the fact that he had just brought you dinner from your favorite restaurant.

“Hungry?”

“Fucking starving.”

The two of you sat in the living room, Bucky sat on the floor in front of the coffee table leaning back against one of the couches, the dinner he’d brought from Butter in front of him and his eyes focused on the TV.

He had bought all your favorites from Butter, wild Salmon, oysters, Gnocchi Mac, and Cheese and even dessert, raspberry beignets. Bucky didn’t say anything as the two of you sat down in the living room to eat, you sat on the couch he leaned against quietly eating your dinner while Bucky picked something to watch on Netflix.

He settled on an animated cartoon show called Rick and Morty, it was crass and loud but you watched him enjoy it for some reason.

You glanced down at Bucky from where you sat, eyes roaming over his side profile for a moment. You hadn’t noticed before what long eyelashes he had because his long hair was always falling into his eyes, and the stubble on his jaw had grown a little more, you notice how he bit his lower lip every few minutes then rang his tongue over it sort of like a habit of concentration.

You also notice he isn’t wearing black but grey, instead. A pair of dark blue jeans, a grey t-shirt, and a grey bomber jacket. He looked so good in that damn grey jacket and you found yourself wondering if he had a girlfriend or if he didn’t how many women he had on retainer just waiting for him to fuck them.

What the fuck are you doing?!, You chastised yourself as your mind betrayed you and thoughts of what Bucky must look like naked flooded your mind. You quickly looked away from him and back to the TV, squeezing your eyes shut you mentally screamed at yourself for having such thoughts.

“You okay?” Bucky’s voice jolts you from those dirty thoughts and your eyes flew open, and you look down at him sitting on the floor.

“Oh yeah yeah I am fine,” You stuttered quickly, feeling heat flood your face.

“We can change the show if you are bored,” He offered gesturing towards the TV with that metal arm of his, and you found yourself wanting to touch it.

“No, No it’s fine. Excuse me,” You said getting off the couch and practically running to the nearest bathroom.

Once inside you locked the door behind you and went to stand in front of the sink, leaning your palms on the cool marble of the counter you took a deep breath. You looked up at yourself in the mirror and shook your head at yourself,

“Get your fucking shit together,” You softly chastised yourself, “Do not get involved with the help!”

But your mind doesn’t want to listen as the thought of Bucky’s soft looking lips on yours entered your mind and you groaned, grinding the heel of your palm against your eyes.

Sighing you opened the faucet and splashed some cold water on your face, trying to compose yourself before you patted your face dry and exited the bathroom again.

As you walked to the kitchen where Bucky was currently clearing away the plates from dinner, you thought about apologizing for what you had said earlier. He doesn’t look at you at first, he moves almost methodically as he placed the plates in the sink and began to wash them.

Without thinking twice, you moved to stand beside him at the sink and grabbed the dishtowel from the counter, before taking one of the wet clean plates from his hand. Bucky looked at your with a surprised look but quickly wiped the look off his face.

The two of you worked in companionable silence until the dishes were dried and packed away. When you are done, you leaned against the counter and regarded him for a moment. He took a seat at the island counter and pulled out his phone, you watch him furiously text someone for a moment before you spoke.

“Bucky,” You said

“Yes?” He doesn’t look up from his phone,

“I should apologize,” You said softly and he seemed to freeze for a moment and then set his phone down looking up at you.

“For?” Bucky asked cautiously,

“What I said earlier today, I didn’t mean it that way and it was unkind.”

Bucky was quiet for a moment before he nodded slowly, “I get it, trust me I do. What you’re doing, it’s not easy but there’s a right way to go about this and then there’s a smart way,”

“I know,” You sighed and moved to take a seat opposite him. You tiredly ran your hand across your face, thinking about what the media and everyone else had been saying about you and it bothered you so much.

“I know you want to put that asshole behind bars, and believe me when I say I want nothing more than to help you put him there, but you saying you don’t care if you live through this or not is the type of shit that’s going to make you reckless and I don’t get paid if you get reckless,” Bucky said, a joking tone to his voice,

You chuckled darkly at his comment, he had a point, of course, he did. Bucky thought smart, that’s why he was where he is today.

“So what do I do?” You asked softly, your eyes meeting his.

“For starters, you can stop watching the news and reading the shit posted online about you,” he replied, “Stop letting your emotions run the show and lay low. Let me protect you for god's sake and trust that Fury and Steve will come up with a plan, they want to nail these Hydra fuckers as much as you do.”

“Easier said than done,” You muttered,

“It’s easy if you know what they’re saying isn’t true. Trust me, when I came back to join the Avengers you should have read the shit that was said about it, it took a whole year before anyone looked at me as any kind of hero, not that I am. But if I’d let all that get to me, I wouldn’t be here today.”

You realized that Bucky was right. He of all people understood what you were going through because he was Hydra and managed to escape that life and seemingly walk out the other side fine. He knew what you were going through no matter how much you fought him on that, and a small part of you was grateful for him.

“I know I don’t say this often enough but you’re a pretty decent guy,” You said,

“Holy shit, was that...a compliment?” Bucky feigned shock and laughed when you flipped him off across the table.

“Don’t get used to it, you're still a colossal pain in my ass,”

“Ditto,”

“But seriously Bucky, thank you.”

“Always here to help,” He flashed a dazzling smile at you, and you almost fell out your chair because of it.

That goddamn smile of his was a fucking weapon.

~~~

‘Doctor Werner Reinhardt cleared of all charges and released on bail after key witness in prosecution testimony quits trial,’ - NY Times

Your hands trembled as you held the tablet in your hand and read through that morning’s news. You should have expected this, in fact, you were waiting for this to happen yet it still felt like a knife to the heart when your eyes moved through the words on the screen.

Of course, he was going to walk, your testimony was the only thing holding the prosecution's case together and with you pulling out it meant everything fell apart for them. But it wasn’t just the fact that he was free, no, it meant that they had won and you knew what was going to happen next.

The smug picture that was attached to the article made you want to throw up. Your heart was suddenly beating erratically in your chest and you felt clammy all over. The tablet clattered into the counter as it slipped from your hands, stumbling backward you gasped for breath and felt bile rising in your throat.

“FRIDAY?” You gasped

“I’m here,” The AI responded immediately,

“Where’s Bucky?”

“Sergeant Barnes left this morning for the tower, should I alert him that you need him?”

“No, who's my protection detail?”

“Captain Rogers is walking in as we speak,”

As if on cue, Steve walked into the kitchen to find you have a full-on panic attack. To your dismay, of course, he had to walk in just when you whirled around and hurled your breakfast out into the sink.

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Steve said quickly making his way over to where you keeled over the sink and placed a comforting hand on your back, “What’s wrong?”

You couldn’t answer him just yet as your stomach twisted again and you heaved again, gripping the edge of the sink as you did so.

A quick survey of the kitchen by Steve and his eyes came to rest on the tablet on the counter, his keen eyes see the headline of the article on the brightly lit screen and he realizes what’s wrong.

“Deep breaths,” Steve says softly beside you, running his hand comfortingly on your back. You pushed open the faucet and the running water slightly calms you down before taking several deep breaths.

“I’m sorry,” You groaned wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You feel mortified that Steve had walked in on your hurling your guts out in the kitchen sink, how classy.

“You don’t have to apologize to me,” He replied sympathetically, Steve moved to grab a paper towel off the counter nearby and handed it to you, which you gratefully accepted.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me this morning,” You lied, “I haven’t been feeling great,”

Steve knows you’re lying, he can see it all over your face but he accepts your lie and just nodded understandingly. “Would you like Doctor Cho to give you a once over?” He offered,

“No no, I’m just…” You took a deep breath trying to calm your nerves, “I’m fine, Steve. Thank you.”

Steve gives you a soft smile, “Well, I’m here if you need anything,”

“Where’s Bucky?”

“He had a meeting this morning, so I’m stepping in.”

“Are Arcas, Achilles and that other beef head ever going to come back? I liked having them around to look at,”

Steve laughed heartily and shook his head. “Unfortunately, for now, they are on another assignment, so you’re stuck with Sam, Bucky and me,”

“Well, at least you’re pretty to look at,”

“Yeah well, you know, Uhhh, yeah thanks,”

You watch with amusement as Steve blushed at your comment and tried to unsuccessfully accept it before excusing himself to the living room. You spent a few minutes in the kitchen gathering yourself before you headed off to the showers to get dressed and get your day started.

~~~

It was a rainy day in New York City, dark clouds hung low over the skyline, thunder rumbled across the city and the smell of an oncoming thunderstorm blew through the air. Bucky sat in the front seat of blacked out Audi that was parked on the curb.

He chewed thoughtfully on the skin on his thumb, a bad habit he’d picked up whenever something was puzzling him. He was looking down at the file in his lap, eyes running through the information again and again.

The file contained every bit of information they had on the trial, and the doctor who had just been released on bail and information on the three agents he’d assigned to protect you.

Bucky couldn’t help the gnawing feeling inside him that he’d missed something and that’s why there had been an assassination attempt on your life in broad daylight. It was eating him up inside that he couldn’t figure out how that package had gotten to your lab, and how the agents sent to kill you knew the exact route he would take you on and worst of all, they knew exactly how many people to send to deal with them.

‘What am I missing?’ He thought to himself, the frown on his face deepening.

He felt the presence approaching the car before they even knocked on the window. Bucky looked up to see Steve and Sam walking you down the steps of your lab towards the car, you were laughing at something Sam was saying.

No doubt he was hitting on you. Bucky smiled slightly at how pretty you looked today, but then again he thought you looked pretty every day. Natasha’s words suddenly ringing in his mind,

It’s not just a job anymore.

Shutting the file and putting it in the glove compartment quickly, Bucky got out of the car and took a deep breath before shoving all irrational thoughts of you out of his mind. He needed to remain focused on the task at hand, he was here to protect you and nothing more, he can’t have his emotions clouding his judgment.

“Well here’s where we leave you,” Bucky hears Steve say as you stopped in front of the car,

“Enjoy the rest of your day with Sergeant fuckwit,” Sam said giving you a charming smile, Bucky rolled his eyes at this.

Fucking Wilson.

You laughed, “I can try, he’s not as fun as you though.”

“Yeah Bucky is all work and no play,” Sam winked at you, “Makes for a tedious companion.”

“Okay, I’ve had enough of you. Goodbye,” Bucky cuts in as you laughed at Sam’s comment again.

Steve and Sam say goodbye to you as Bucky opened the car door for you and waits for you to get in. Once the two of you are in the car, you turn to say hello to him.

“Hey,” You said, your day suddenly getting a whole lot better now that you were with him. You’d thought he was avoiding you or something since he hadn’t been around much the last couple of days and had stuck you with Sam and Steve. Not that you didn’t enjoy their company, but a small part of you missed seeing Bucky every day.

“Hey,” he smiled at you,

The sound of his voice makes your heart skip a beat, and a smile appears on your face.

Bucky Barnes was the best part of this protection detail. You were so fucked.

[awake-dearheart]

How’s it going, bitch? [chapter 5]

TAGLIST IS CLOSED

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Summary: A social media AU. Steve was supposed to keep a secret, but it came out anyway. Y/N is out for revenge.

Warnings: Some h*ckin words, maybe some other things I’ll add later idk

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: My first social media AU! Inspired by @seasaurusrrex​​​ and directly stolen from a fake fic idea @sunmoonandbucky​​​ and got. This might suck IDK. Artwork from Bukcy’s tweet by @chloesimaginationthings​!

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[lightning-writes]

good heart (faulty machine of a man) - 12/30

fic summary: bucky meets someone at therapy

chapter summary: is this what hope feels like?

word count: 566 (a little baby chapter bc it's a part 1)

tags: post endgame, pre tfatws, hurt/comfort, slow burn, canon divergent, canon compliant, au

warnings: none

a/n:

AO3 / MASTERLIST / X

November 11 (Part 1)

“Okay, man, who’s the girl?”

Bucky nearly startles his phone out of his hand. 

(Rue had texted him, asking him to ‘save her from the throes of capitalism’, and Bucky couldn’t help but smirk at how dramatic she was.)

Sam glances over with a knowing look, feigning a grab for the phone. Bucky quickly tucks it away as Sam laughs.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Dude, you’ve been staring at your phone for the past twenty minutes,” Sam scoffs, keeping his eyes on the road, “and even though I know you have a staring problem, it’s usually reserved for people you hate.”

Bucky hits him with a long glare, punctuating his point.

“Exactly.” Sam is unfazed. “What’s her name? How did you meet?”

(The car feels smaller, the car ride to the VA feeling like a long, laborious trek.)

Bucky wants to hold this information close to the vest. He nearly feels like Sam cannot be trusted with this information. But it’s Raynor’s stupid voice, echoing in his eyes, let people in, trust people, this is healing, that prompts him to tell.

Bucky gives Sam some key details - he met Rue at therapy, yes he goes to therapy as a condition of his pardon, no they aren’t dating, it’s not like that, they just started talking… Now, they are texting. Bucky doesn’t go into how patient she is with his questions or how she laughs with her whole face or how sharp she is in a conversation, witty remark after the next.

(He definitely doesn’t tell Sam how pretty she always looks, even when she hasn’t done her makeup. Or how more attractive her tattoos make her look or how thick her ass looks in her jeans. He doesn’t tell Sam that Fridays are the highlight of his week because of her or that, when he’s trying to fall asleep, he imagines the two of them together in more ways than one…) 

Sam parks the car in the lot and claps a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky allows it.

“If there’s anyone who deserves a break and a nice girl, it’s you, Buck. I’m glad you met her.”

(He’s glad, too. More than.)

////

Bucky used to go to VA events with Steve - for memorial day, veteran’s day, Thanksgiving, even Christmas - but no one really knew who he was. He was just Captain America’s good pal. And, now, with Sam as the Steve-appointed Captain America, Bucky expected it to be no different.

Sam has other plans.

Sam introduces Bucky to the veterans with a proud speech. Using words like brave, valiant, persevering. He says Bucky defied all odds, accepted help from his brother in arms, and understood his limits. Hearing Sam say these things makes his chest hurt - not just because of the memories but because of the embedded truth he hadn’t noticed before.

He sees some of the older veterans in the back sneer and look away. They are disgusted by this Hydra killing machine. Bucky understood that, deeply and intimately. If he could extract the part of him that brutally assassinated countless people, he would have.

But the others, the younger vets and handful of progressive older men, really looked at him. With hope. It’s something he barely remembers having, in others or in himself, even before Hydra, the Serum, or the arm.

(And it gives him a healthy dose of hope too.)

[shay-iamiam]

°Still| Part 6°

Pairings: Boxer!Bucky x Reader 

Warnings: Angst, fluff, a lot of emotions  

A/N: This is probably not the best thing you've read in your entire life but I'm proud of this little series.

As always thank you for reading my little ol fic! 

Part 5

Series Masterlist  

| Unsteady By X Ambassadors

|

“How long do you think she can hold up in there? She hasn't been home in three days.” Sam and Steve watched you through the windows of Bucky's hospital room. You hadn’t left his side in three days. Your eyes hung heavy with bags, the soft glow of your skin was no more.

You began to look like the walls of the hospital. Dull and lifeless. This wouldn’t be Sam sand Steve's first attempt to get you to leave. They’ve tried several times but you still refused to go.

“She’s leaving now. I don’t care if I have to throw her over my shoulder.” Steve walked quickly in the room. He didn't care if he had to drag you out kicking and screening. You where going home tonight.

“Y/n, I think it’s time you go home. I'm not asking you I'm telling you.”. There was a finality in the tone of Steve's voice. You were tired. Trying to pick of fight with him was useless.

During the drive home you drifted off to sleep. The steady lou of the engine louled you easily.. By the time you woke Steve cut the engine of his truck walking briskly to your side of the vehicle.

“Here I can just carry you up." Steve unbuckled your seatbelt.

"I'm just tired Steve, I'm not completely useless." You slowly stared out the truck. Your bones cracked with every movement

Steve watched as you climbed your way up the stairs. He could see the stress in your shoulders, the way you lugged up the stairs it was like you were ok autopilot. Barely there, barely existing.

You stood facing the dark blue door. You remembered when Bucky's convinced you to let him paint that damn door blue.

-------

“Come on Y/n the lady at the store said it matched my eyes.” Bucky  blinked his eyes rapidly, annoyingly trying to prove his point to you.

“Yeah she was just try to upsell ya on the door Barnes. Hate to break it to you but you've been scammed babe.” You couldn't fight them smile that crept up on. Watching him as he'd realized that he had been scammed.

“But hey, you're still the prettiest boy to me." You cupped Bucky's chin in between your fingers squeezing lighty. “If that means anything to you." You stuck your bottom lip out. You tried to come off sincere but your blatant sarcasm crept through.

“Am I really? Beard stubble and all?" Bucky pouted  like a little kid. Causing you to laugh even more.

“Yes really, even more now with this patchy little beard your trying to grow.”

-------

Turning the key to the door was the hardest part.

You've been avoiding your apartment ever since Bucky was emitted to the hospital. Every corner of the apartment pained you. Every corner was stained with memories of you and Bucky.

You could feel Steve's heavy gaze on the back of your neck. You were touched that he was concerned for you. But you could only take so much pitty. It felt like a permanent fixture in your life. The sad smiles, the knowing glances. All filled with pity.

“Steve you don't have to come in. I promise I'll take a shower and rest for awhile.” Tears began to gather in the corner of your eyes, they were heavy threatening to spill at any moment. You repeat your mantra to yourself.

“If I crack, they crack ."

“Steve really, I can get by on my own."

"I know you can Y/n. Your strong, you've been holding things together for Bucky and he doesn't even know it. But you don't have to be strong all the time. Let me help carry some of the load.” Steves words hit you right in the chest. You turned around almost falling to the ground from the quick movement.

It had been so hard being strong all the time. Smiling and nodding when family and friends told you that Bucky would be in there prayers. You put on a brave face when Bucky's doctors informed you that he may not be the same if he woke from his coma. But you couldn't carry this on your own.

“It's been so hard Steve. I don't think I can go on.. I just need him.. I-I just want him.” You broke down grabbing Steve tight. You tried to keep your sobs inside but they came tearing out of you. All the tears you had bottled up came down falling one after the other.

“I know it hasn't been. I miss him every day. But we have to get through this Y/n he needs us. He needs you more than anything. You can't be there for him if you don't take care of yourself first.”

Steve pulled his sleeves down. Wiping the tears from your face. He encouraged you to breath in and breath out, to gain control of your breathing again. It was no secret your anxiety had gone through the roof since Bucky's accident.

“When's the last time you ate Y/n?” Steve was concerned for you. Not only for Bucky but for you. You had been friends with Steve way before you and Bucky got together. He cared for you than, and he cared for you now all the same.

“I umm… I honestly don't remember.” You hung your head down in embarrassment. You knew you should have been taking better care of yourself. But Bucky was the only thing that invaded your mind.

“It's alright. You go take a shower and I'll make you something while you get cleaned up. Okay?”

"Okay that sounds good.” turning your back towards the front door. You couldn't bring yourself to turn the key and walk in. Steve noticed your hesitation. He wished he could mend your heart back together. But there was only one person who could do that.

“Here how about I unlock the door." Steve hand went out to you gesturing for the key. You passed Steve the key without looking up.

It was now or never.

Steve turned the key slowly, giving you time to brace yourself for the round of emotions you were bound to feel. The click of the door

unlocked as you step through the threshold of your home. Every memory of you and Bucky in this space came rushing back to you all at once.

Your gaze sat up the couch. You thought about all the late nights you had spent there wrapped in Bucky's embrace listening while he spoke of the life he wanted you two to have together.You glanced over the the kitchen.

Every nook and cranny of that small apartment was filled with Bucky. The mugs that never matched, the smell of his cologne, the coffee grounds that were on the kitchen counter. He was everywhere but nowhere at the same time.

The apartment was dim. A sad hue laid heavy over the space. Everything was as you left it, but wrong at the same time.

Steve watched you as you stood frozen in the middle of the living room. He could see every emotions hit you at once. He saw the smile that appeared on your face when you were clearly thinking of Bucky. He could see the pain you felt when you remembered he may not come home again.

There you stood frozen in your grief.

You approached the bedroom door. Your hand stayed still over the knob. But you had to turn it, you had to feel this last emotion. Even if it broke your heart.

You slowly turned the knob, swallowing thickly as you prepared for this. Steve couldn't go in there with you. This one.. this was something you had to endure on your own.

The bedroom looked exactly the same. Not one thing was out of place. The sheets where still the same Bucky's side of the bed was still left undone. You hadn't slept in your

our shared bed since his accident. It didn't feel right laying in bed without him.

You walked over to drawer, rummaging around until you found something that would achor you. Pulling out one of his t-shirts. Lifting the garment to your nose breathing in Bucky's fleeting scent.

The bathroom was the last area of your home you hadn't adventured into. Your mind went back to simpler times. You reminisced on all the simple little things. When Bucky would watch you get ready. The way he'd stare so intensely as you did your hair. Eventually begging you to let him help.

Who knew such a small space could hold the most memories. You stood starting at your reflection in the mirror. You couldn't recognize the woman staring back at you.

Your eyes were sunken in the deep tones of darkness appeared under your once warm and vibrant skin. Beautifully pigmented skin no longer glowed under the lights of the bathroom. Your hair had lost it bounce of curly coily curls.

It was to much.

Your hands fell over the sink as your chest heaved rapidly. Focusing on Sam's words you breathed in deeply and out slowly. You thought the hardest room to be in was the bedroom, but you were wrong. The bathroom made you feel something that you hoped would never come. Grief.

The memory of Bucky and your last shower together took all the air from your lungs.

Your breathing became erratic as you stumbled to the ground. The room wouldn't stop spinning. Your heartbeat was loud in your ears It all came hitting you at once.

You came to the realization that you could live in the world without Bucky Barnes. You missed the moments when you were blissfully unaware of the heartache to come.

And that was to much.

The last thing you heard was your heart beating rapidly. As your vision blurred, your body hitting against the cold tile floor.

Next Part 

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A/N: This series is approaching it’s end. This will be my first completed series and I’m having a hard time believing it! I never thought I could finish a series let alone start one. I’m proud of this small little accomplishment.

I hope you all enjoy the final parts to come!😌

Feedback is always appreciated ☄️

Next Part

[shay-iamiam]

Don't want to clog your dash. I'm just a little proud of this part... It actually turned out the way I invisioned it in my head! 👐🏾

°Still| Part 6°

Pairings: Boxer!Bucky x Reader 

Warnings: Angst, fluff, a lot of emotions  

A/N: This is probably not the best thing you’ve read in your entire life but I’m proud of this little series.

As always thank you for reading my little ol fic! 

Part 5

Series Masterlist  

| Unsteady By X Ambassadors

|

“How long do you think she can hold up in there? She hasn’t been home in three days.” Sam and Steve watched you through the windows of Bucky’s hospital room. You hadn’t left his side in three days. Your eyes hung heavy with bags, the soft glow of your skin was no more.

You began to look like the walls of the hospital. Dull and lifeless. This wouldn’t be Sam sand Steve’s first attempt to get you to leave. They’ve tried several times but you still refused to go.

“She’s leaving now. I don’t care if I have to throw her over my shoulder.” Steve walked quickly in the room. He didn’t care if he had to drag you out kicking and screening. You where going home tonight.

“Y/n, I think it’s time you go home. I’m not asking you I’m telling you.”. There was a finality in the tone of Steve’s voice. You were tired. Trying to pick of fight with him was useless.

During the drive home you drifted off to sleep. The steady lou of the engine louled you easily.. By the time you woke Steve cut the engine of his truck walking briskly to your side of the vehicle.

“Here I can just carry you up.“ Steve unbuckled your seatbelt.

"I’m just tired Steve, I’m not completely useless.” You slowly stared out the truck. Your bones cracked with every movement

Steve watched as you climbed your way up the stairs. He could see the stress in your shoulders, the way you lugged up the stairs it was like you were ok autopilot. Barely there, barely existing.

You stood facing the dark blue door. You remembered when Bucky’s convinced you to let him paint that damn door blue.

——-

“Come on Y/n the lady at the store said it matched my eyes.” Bucky  blinked his eyes rapidly, annoyingly trying to prove his point to you.

“Yeah she was just try to upsell ya on the door Barnes. Hate to break it to you but you’ve been scammed babe.” You couldn’t fight them smile that crept up on. Watching him as he’d realized that he had been scammed.

“But hey, you’re still the prettiest boy to me.“ You cupped Bucky’s chin in between your fingers squeezing lighty. “If that means anything to you.” You stuck your bottom lip out. You tried to come off sincere but your blatant sarcasm crept through.

“Am I really? Beard stubble and all?“ Bucky pouted  like a little kid. Causing you to laugh even more.

“Yes really, even more now with this patchy little beard your trying to grow.”

——-

Turning the key to the door was the hardest part.

You’ve been avoiding your apartment ever since Bucky was emitted to the hospital. Every corner of the apartment pained you. Every corner was stained with memories of you and Bucky.

You could feel Steve’s heavy gaze on the back of your neck. You were touched that he was concerned for you. But you could only take so much pitty. It felt like a permanent fixture in your life. The sad smiles, the knowing glances. All filled with pity.

“Steve you don’t have to come in. I promise I’ll take a shower and rest for awhile.” Tears began to gather in the corner of your eyes, they were heavy threatening to spill at any moment. You repeat your mantra to yourself.

“If I crack, they crack .”

“Steve really, I can get by on my own.“

"I know you can Y/n. Your strong, you’ve been holding things together for Bucky and he doesn’t even know it. But you don’t have to be strong all the time. Let me help carry some of the load.” Steves words hit you right in the chest. You turned around almost falling to the ground from the quick movement.

It had been so hard being strong all the time. Smiling and nodding when family and friends told you that Bucky would be in there prayers. You put on a brave face when Bucky’s doctors informed you that he may not be the same if he woke from his coma. But you couldn’t carry this on your own.

“It’s been so hard Steve. I don’t think I can go on.. I just need him.. I-I just want him.” You broke down grabbing Steve tight. You tried to keep your sobs inside but they came tearing out of you. All the tears you had bottled up came down falling one after the other.

“I know it hasn’t been. I miss him every day. But we have to get through this Y/n he needs us. He needs you more than anything. You can’t be there for him if you don’t take care of yourself first.”

Steve pulled his sleeves down. Wiping the tears from your face. He encouraged you to breath in and breath out, to gain control of your breathing again. It was no secret your anxiety had gone through the roof since Bucky’s accident.

“When’s the last time you ate Y/n?” Steve was concerned for you. Not only for Bucky but for you. You had been friends with Steve way before you and Bucky got together. He cared for you than, and he cared for you now all the same.

“I umm… I honestly don’t remember.” You hung your head down in embarrassment. You knew you should have been taking better care of yourself. But Bucky was the only thing that invaded your mind.

“It’s alright. You go take a shower and I’ll make you something while you get cleaned up. Okay?”

"Okay that sounds good.” turning your back towards the front door. You couldn’t bring yourself to turn the key and walk in. Steve noticed your hesitation. He wished he could mend your heart back together. But there was only one person who could do that.

“Here how about I unlock the door.” Steve hand went out to you gesturing for the key. You passed Steve the key without looking up.

It was now or never.

Steve turned the key slowly, giving you time to brace yourself for the round of emotions you were bound to feel. The click of the door

unlocked as you step through the threshold of your home. Every memory of you and Bucky in this space came rushing back to you all at once.

Your gaze sat up the couch. You thought about all the late nights you had spent there wrapped in Bucky’s embrace listening while he spoke of the life he wanted you two to have together.You glanced over the the kitchen.

Every nook and cranny of that small apartment was filled with Bucky. The mugs that never matched, the smell of his cologne, the coffee grounds that were on the kitchen counter. He was everywhere but nowhere at the same time.

The apartment was dim. A sad hue laid heavy over the space. Everything was as you left it, but wrong at the same time.

Steve watched you as you stood frozen in the middle of the living room. He could see every emotions hit you at once. He saw the smile that appeared on your face when you were clearly thinking of Bucky. He could see the pain you felt when you remembered he may not come home again.

There you stood frozen in your grief.

You approached the bedroom door. Your hand stayed still over the knob. But you had to turn it, you had to feel this last emotion. Even if it broke your heart.

You slowly turned the knob, swallowing thickly as you prepared for this. Steve couldn’t go in there with you. This one.. this was something you had to endure on your own.

The bedroom looked exactly the same. Not one thing was out of place. The sheets where still the same Bucky’s side of the bed was still left undone. You hadn’t slept in your

our shared bed since his accident. It didn’t feel right laying in bed without him.

You walked over to drawer, rummaging around until you found something that would achor you. Pulling out one of his t-shirts. Lifting the garment to your nose breathing in Bucky’s fleeting scent.

The bathroom was the last area of your home you hadn’t adventured into. Your mind went back to simpler times. You reminisced on all the simple little things. When Bucky would watch you get ready. The way he’d stare so intensely as you did your hair. Eventually begging you to let him help.

Who knew such a small space could hold the most memories. You stood starting at your reflection in the mirror. You couldn’t recognize the woman staring back at you.

Your eyes were sunken in the deep tones of darkness appeared under your once warm and vibrant skin. Beautifully pigmented skin no longer glowed under the lights of the bathroom. Your hair had lost it bounce of curly coily curls.

It was to much.

Your hands fell over the sink as your chest heaved rapidly. Focusing on Sam’s words you breathed in deeply and out slowly. You thought the hardest room to be in was the bedroom, but you were wrong. The bathroom made you feel something that you hoped would never come. Grief.

The memory of Bucky and your last shower together took all the air from your lungs.

Your breathing became erratic as you stumbled to the ground. The room wouldn’t stop spinning. Your heartbeat was loud in your ears It all came hitting you at once.

You came to the realization that you could live in the world without Bucky Barnes. You missed the moments when you were blissfully unaware of the heartache to come.

And that was to much.

The last thing you heard was your heart beating rapidly. As your vision blurred, your body hitting against the cold tile floor.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: This series is approaching it’s end. This will be my first completed series and I’m having a hard time believing it! I never thought I could finish a series let alone start one. I’m proud of this small little accomplishment.

I hope you all enjoy the final parts to come!😌

Feedback is always appreciated ☄️

[wintersxsoul]

Okay so I don’t know why I didn’t know there were more chapters and I just read up to chapter 3. I’m fucking in love with this and I seriously can’t wait to read more.

I love the fact that the reader is such a stubborn woman even with her own feelings and how she tries to avoid what is happening with Bucky (I’m sure her venus is in scorpio, cause damn I do the same).

It made me so soft that Bucky had named her after Aphrodite (one of my favorite goddesses of all mythology) and how she put two and two together realizing that Bucky named her like that because it had a connection with him.

Bucky is so understanding with her even though she is being an asshole sometimes, how he takes all her mean comments towards him knowing that she is just not okay, even though she might mean it, he is always understanding. It hurt me to see how defeated he felt when he told Nat that she was no longer a job and how scared he was to fuck things up like he once did with her (buckynat, I love).

Sorry for this longass reblog but I just had to say everything that’s going on my mind (I have a lot more but ugh it would take me the whole fucking day). And thank you so so much for writing this amazing piece, I love it sooo much and I’m so glad I get to read something angsty and well written, thank you💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

Written in the Stars (7)

Characters: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You’re the type of woman who is headstrong and fiercely independent. Heiress to a fortune and one of the most brilliant minds of the 21st century. Until you’re forced into witness protection. Your “Protection” turns out to be 220 pounds of dreamy, sassy, delightful Bucky Barnes. Whatever could go wrong?

Warnings: A little bit of angst if you squint but that’s it. 

A/N: So this is a super soft chapter, decided to give you guys a break with all the angst and shit and just have a little soft!Bucky for a bit! Stevie makes a lovely appearance and is soft too! But I warn you, this is the last sweet chapter’ you’re getting for a while lol. The rest of it is just ANGST city! If you wanna throw me a comment or a reblog, that would be nice!  I love hearing from you guys, so scream at me in my inbox too! Ya’ll are the fucking best!

This was generously Beta’d by my beta @suz-123 who helped write this soft chapter bc she’s so soft!!! love ya

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Tell me it doesn't end here! Please?

The Lone Wolf.

(Alpha!Biker!Bucky x Reader)

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, oral sex, smut, angst

One.

You wiped down the bar, watching the place begin to fill up. The sound of the engines roaring outside indicated another wild, loud night at the Lone Wolf. His scent hit as soon as he walked in the door and you felt your knees buckle.

Dark brown hair. Broad. The blue shirt beneath the leather jacket fit him like a glove. He gave you a smile as he walked toward the back, his usual spot. The blonde walked up to the bar, ordering a round. “Put it on the tab, sweetheart,” he grinned and you nodded. He was gorgeous, too. But mated. And definitely not the one you wanted.

“Be careful,” Wanda hissed in your ear while she poured some drinks. “He’ll smell you from there if you don’t do something about it.” You sighed heavily and nodded. Damn Alpha would certainly put you in an early heat. You still didn’t even know his name, even though his gang had been coming into the bar for weeks.

Better to keep it that way, you thought to yourself.

No, Alphas were nothing but trouble. You’d had enough bad experiences. Left you with a bad taste in your mouth. So you were content to be unmated. Mess with Betas. Less drama. Less pain later on. No commitment. But this Alpha…he was something else.

“‘Scuse me, sweetheart,” he said, leaning across the bar, effectively pulling you from your thoughts. His Brooklyn accent was thick and it made you weak in the knees. He smelled like clove, sandalwood. Just a hint of gasoline from the large blue Harley that he rode. You noticed his eyes dilated, his nostrils flared.

“What can I get ya…?,” you asked, hinting for his name. “Bucky,” he smiled a bit, his hand brushing over yours. “Don’t look like a Bucky,” you teased and he laughed. “Well, it’s James. But nobody calls me that but my Ma.” You laughed in return. “Well, now it’s me and your Ma, James.”

He smirked and nodded. “I’ll let it slide because you’re so pretty, little Omega.” You felt your body flush, a rush of wetness between your thighs. His nostrils flared again and you knew he caught the scent. “Gotta name, pretty girl?,” he asked and you nodded, offering it to him. “I like it.”

You blushed a bit, the strong Alpha having an effect over you that you hadn’t expected. He kept a close eye on you throughout the evening and you could feel his intense stare. “You’d think you were his Omega,” Wanda grinned as she poured a glass and you rolled your eyes.

You didn’t want or need to be claimed by an Alpha. No matter how gorgeous this one was. Or how much your mind wandered. His strong, large hands. How’d they’d feel. His full lips pressed against yours. You huffed, trying to shake the thoughts. You couldn’t let your guard down, not in there. Not in a bar full of Alphas.

The evening progressed without incident. A few bikers tossed out for fighting. Drinking contests. An argument over the jukebox. Nothing unusual. You looked around, seeing him in the back. It was like he knew you saw him. His head raised, sat his beer down and locked eyes with you again. A small smile played on his lips and you felt your body heat up.

“Gotta re-stock…,” you stuttered, looking at Wanda. She gave you a knowing look, but stepped out of the way, letting you get to the basement. You closed the door and leaned against it, trying to gather your thoughts and calm your heavy breathing. It was like you could still smell him and the wetness between your thighs grew.

After a few moments you got to work, grabbing a few bottles of whiskey. You were focused, and didn’t hear the door click shut behind you. “Shit!,” you cried out, dropping both bottles as you turned around, seeing him standing in the doorway.

“Ah fuck,” he groaned, making his way quickly to you, inspecting your arms for cuts, finding a small, but deep one etched across your right arms. “God, Doll. Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he apologized, trying to staunch the bleeding. “Didn’t mean to scare you. Just wanted to see if you needed some help.”

You smiled, hiding the nervousness that you felt. You silently prayed that he couldn’t smell you, but you knew by the flare of his nostrils that he could. “First Aid Kit in my office,” you told him quietly and he nodded, following you up the narrow stairs.

You handed it over, watching him closely as he pulled everything out. He held you hand softly and a shiver passed through you. He was so close and his scent was overwhelming your senses. “This’ll sting,” he whispered, cleaning the cut with the antiseptic. You flinched a bit and he bit his bottom lip, whispering a soft ‘sorry.’

He cleaned the wound and dressed it, kissing your palm once he finished. Your body heated up again, and there was no hiding it. The tension in the small office was palpable, undeniable. “You’re not the typical Alpha,” you said softly and he frowned a bit.

“I don’t mean it disrespectfully. I just…,” you let out a breath. “You’re gentle. Caring.” He smiled and leaned in. “May be an Alpha, sweetheart. But my Ma raised me to be a gentleman first.” There was a change in his voice, deeper almost. The charge in the air was electric. You knew now, that he’d have you.

And you’d let him.

He pushed your thighs apart and stepped between them, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. His scent was invading your nostrils, making you dizzy. “You know I don’t wanna push,” he said softly, his blue eyes boring into yours.

“I don’t wanna take what doesn’t belong to me.”

You swallowed, unable to tear your eyes away. He was hypnotic, the way the words just rolled off his tongue. Sweet like honey. “But you’re so damn pretty, Omega. You make it hard to stay away.” You nodded, but your mind was fuzzy, like you couldn’t see straight.

“When was the last time you had an Alpha between your thighs?”

You closed your eyes, desperate to collect your thoughts. The words echoed inside your head. “So long,” you whispered and he released a soft sigh. “That’s a shame. You’re so fuckin’ pretty. And you smell so sweet.”

“Fuck, I wanna taste you.”

The air was thick. Your collective arousals were heavy in the air. You could see his cock straining against the tight, black denim. You could feel your own slick running down your thighs. “You’re wet,” he breathed and you could see him wrestling with his Alpha instincts. He didn’t want to do anything to offend you.

But it was getting harder for him. His hands clenched at his sides before squeezing your thighs. You knew your resolve would break soon. And so would his. You’d gone too long without an Alpha’s touch. You needed it. Needed him.

“Tell me to stop.” It was low, deep. He needed you to end it. To tell him no. “Tell me no and I’ll walk away, Omega. I’ll go.” You knew you should, but your body betrayed you. You needed his touch. You needed to feel him.

“I can’t.”

And that was all he needed. He pushed you back, gently, against the desk. He pulled at your jeans, desperate to rid you of them. He let out a growl at the sight of the black lacy panties, nearly ripping them from you. “God, you smell so good!,” he roared, dropping to his knees and putting your legs over his shoulders.

He dived in like a starved man. The noises he made only made you wetter. Filthy sounds, moans falling from his perfect lips. Humming against you, unable to get enough. He was addicted to the taste. He needed it, ached for it. And he knew now, for certain, that he needed to make you his.

His stormy blue eyes met yours and you whimpered as he softly kissed your clit. “Come on, Omega Mine. Cum for me,” he breathed against you and your body shook under his hands, toes curled as you came, shamelessly soaking his face. He grinned, making sure to capture every last drop.

“Sweet as candy,” he hummed, his fingers tugging at his beard as he stood up. His hands moved up your thighs, attempting to calm your erratic breathing. “Take a breath, babygirl. I’ve got you.” He popped the button of his jeans, freeing his throbbing cock and rubbing it along your folds.

“God damn,” he swore, closing his eyes and his heady falling back. “So wet. Gonna feel so good wrapped around me, aren’t you, honey?” You nodded, arching your back, desperate for more. “Gonna look so pretty when I’m buried deep. Moanin’ for me. Begging her Alpha for more. God, I gotta have it!”

He wasted no time pushing inside you, giving you a moment to adjust to his size before he began a nearly brutal pace. He was crazed, animalistic. He nipped at your skin as your nails dig into his sides. It was primal. The sounds, the smells. You were completely lost in it. In him.

“God, you’re squeezin’ me, babygirl! So fuckin’ good. Gotta feel you cum. Gotta feel you soak me. Can you do that, Sugar? Can you cum for your Alpha?” You nodded furiously, the heat in your abdomen, your toes curled. You were so close. He reached between you, pinching your clit, and that was it. You screamed out, back arched off the desk.

He roared, nipping at your bonding gland. “Fuck, baby. Fuuuuck! God, you feel so good! So warm, so wet. Cunt’s on fire, little Omega. Wanna fill you up! Wanna claim you, mark you up. Make you mine!” His hips stuttered and he buried himself deep, growling as he came, stilling inside you.

You felt the panic before he even pulled away. It rose up in your chest, and you knew in an instant that he could see it in your face. “Fuck. I…shit, sweetheart,” he sighed, pulling up his jeans and buttoning them. He couldn’t look at you, he couldn’t bear the disappointment. “I pushed. I went too far.” It was sad, hurt. And you felt guilty.

“I didn’t mean to,” he whispered, his hand on the door. You’d never seen a broken Alpha before. One doubting himself. And it hurt you. You’d done this. “I’ll go, beautiful. You uh, you take care of yourself, okay?” You nodded, unable to find the words as you watched him go and out of your life.

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The ache in my heart has been eased. Much thanks!!

The Lone Wolf.

(Alpha!Biker!Bucky x Reader)

Two.

Two.

Two months.

Two long, painstakingly awful months. He’d stop coming in, you’d expected it. His gang still came around, but no Bucky. And it hurt you. Wanda had tried, everything she could to make you feel better. Girls nights. Drinking wine, chick flicks. But nothing helped.

There was an ache in your heart. You’d hurt him, and you had a hard time dealing with that. Steve sat down at the bar and took the beer from Wanda with a polite thanks. She nodded and watched as his eyes flickered over to you. You’d done your best to keep occupied, keep your mind on work.

“She’s a mess…,” she sighed and he nodded, taking a long sip. “Yeah, him too,” he sighed, “never seen him like that. Like he had something ripped from him. A part of him.” Wanda understood. She felt the same about you. You’d certainly not been yourself since he walked away.

“I’d talk to her, but I don’t know if she’d listen. Or like what I have to say,” Steve went on, picking at the label. “My old lady said I should do somethin’, ya know? That I owe it to both of them to say something. And she’s always right,” he chuckled. “I just don’t wanna push it. Stick my nose where it don’t belong.”

Wanda sighed, wiping down the bar. “She’s strong, stubborn. No typical Omega. Nothing gets to her. But this…,” she ran a hand through her hair, “this hurt.” Steve let out a breath and played it over in his head. He nodded and stood, making his way over to you.

“You can tell me to fuck off if I’m outta line,” he started and you furrowed your brow, “but he’s a god damn mess. Broken. All kinda fucked up. I’m not entirely sure what happened, but I can see it hurt you, too.” You shook your head, willing yourself to not cry. Knowing he was hurting only made you feel worse.

“He’s been drinkin’ at Betty’s. Down on 401. Not sure if you know the place…,” he said and you nodded. You certainly knew the place. Betty Ross had been like a sister to you. “Don’t tell him I sent ya, though,” he sighed. “He’ll never let it go.”

You chewed your lip. Your mind was at war with itself. Should you go to him? Should you stay? He wasn’t your Alpha. Hell, you’d made sure of that, hadn’t you? Panicking. It wasn’t his fault and that only pissed you off more. It was your fault.

“I can’t tell you to go, honey,” Steve said, it was like he could read your mind. “I don’t know the deal. I don’t know what happened. But I can see you’re scared. Somethin’ made you wary of Alphas.” God damn, could he read your mind? “But I can tell you something. He’s not exactly like the others.”

You nodded absentmindedly. You knew that, didn’t you? The second he patched up your injured arm. How soft, careful he was. How gentle. You saw something behind his stormy blue eyes. And it ripped at you. “He’s there now,” he told you and you nodded, grabbing your keys from underneath the bar. “Thanks, Steve.”

You put the key in the ignition, listening to the Charger’s engine roar to life. The music came blaring through the speakers, AC/DC, and it calmed your mind for just a moment. You put the car in gear and hit the accelerator, the gravel flying in every direction as you peeled out, making your way down the highway.

You needed to focus your mind, not overthink it. But you knew you’d have to tell him everything. Bare your soul to him, because he deserved that. He deserved the truth, all of it. Because you knew in the back of your mind…Bucky was your Alpha.

You only hoped he still needed you as badly as you needed him.

The sun was setting as you pulled into the parking lot. It was full already, you could hear the music before you even stepped out. Betty’s was always wild, loud. You’d fallen in love with the place, it had become a second home. And Betty had helped you out when you were ready for your own place. She’d even helped with the down payment for the Lone Wolf.

You looked around the lot, searching. Bikers stood around, smoke filled the air. A brief wave of panic washed over you, wondering if he was there. And then you spotted it, the blue and silver Harley. A smile played on your lips as your hand trailed over the seat.

You pushed the door open and let out a breath. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been in. “Sweet Home Alabama” blared from the jukebox. The place smelled like leather, beer and smoke. “Well, I’ll be damned!,” you heard from behind you, immediately wrapped in a hug by Betty.

“She lives!,” she teased and you couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s good to see you, kid. How in the hell are ya and what brings you all the way out here?” You sighed and looked around again. “Looking for someone, Bet. Bucky?,” you said and she nodded.

“Yeah he’s perched at the end of the bar down there,” she gestured and your head followed, finally spotting him, your heart racing a bit. “He’s been looking like a kicked puppy for months,” she added and you frowned a bit. “Don’t suppose you know something about that?,” she asked and you nodded.

“Unfortunately.”

She gave you a pat on the back and a knowing smile before walking away. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath and made your way to him. He was nursing a beer, he looked tired. “Hey, James,” you said softly and he turned, his eyes wide. “H-hey…,” he stuttered, sitting his beer down. “Wha-what are you doin’ here?”

You smiled a bit, trying to organize your thoughts. “Can we talk alone? Somewhere quiet?,” you asked and he nodded. You let out a breath and stood, making your way outside to your car. He took the hint, sliding into the passenger seat. “I have to be completely honest,” you told him. “So I’m asking you to be patient with me.”

He nodded, but you could see he was wrestling with himself. Worried about what you’d say. He was still broken, admittedly fragile. Like any little thing would shatter him. He wanted you, so badly. To make you his. For you to belong to him, to belong to each other. You closed your eyes for a second and took a breath.

“I was scared. I was terrified. And it’s not your fault, James. Sweetheart, that’s on me. I panicked. Because of me. My…,” you sighed, about to bare yourself to him. And that scared you, too. No one knew. Not everything, not all of it. Not why you were the way you were. “Shit…,” you swore under your breath.

He could feel your frustration. His hand reached for yours and brought it slowly to his lips. He softly kissed your palm, his eyes fluttering shut. It made your heart stop, the gentle gesture. God, he was perfect. “Take your time,” he whispered and you nodded.

“My father was the typical Alpha. Disappointed with a daughter. And an Omega at that. He’d hoped for a brood of big, strong Alphas. And he got me.” You smiled a bit, the memories still hurt. “Gave my mother trouble when I was born, and she couldn’t have any more.”

“I fought him from the moment I could talk. Never had any desire to be a meek, subservient Omega. I had dreams, plans. And then he tried to marry me off. Found out I was in love with a Beta.” Bucky watched you, your face so full of emotion. It made his heart ache. “My Sweet Beta. He came for me. Ready to take me away. He…,” your voice broke and he squeezed your hand. “He died on the way to rescue me. My father said it was what I deserved for falling in love, being a disappointment.”

Bucky was angry, his face hot. How could anyone treat their child like that? “So I ran,” you went on, “slipped out in the night. Never looked back. He tells everyone I’m dead,” you laughed. “I ran from Alphas, James. I feared they’d all be like him. I didn’t want to be claimed. Be expected to be a dutiful Omega. But you changed me.”

His eyes widened a bit. He wasn’t sure what it meant. “I don’t wanna submit, be weak. But I can’t help it with you. I was so scared, but I know now. I know that I can’t live without you. And I don’t want to. So…,” you sighed softly, leaning in closer, “if you’ll have me…,” It was barely above a whisper but it made his heart stop. He pulled you to him and into his lap, kissing you deeply.

“Mine.”

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