#stable boy bucky

[buckyalpine]

40's baby Bucky & baby Reader, Present Bucky x Reader, all the flufff, a lil angst but it just adds to the fluff, promise

Bucky sat under the tree with a very prominent pout on his chubby face, his arms crossed against his chest with his brows pulled together. He wasn't happy. Not one bit. Not after his favorite ball was kicked over a fence by the other neighborhood boys.

"Bucky, do you want to play with me?" You toddled over to your best friend hoping to lift his spirits after seeing him so grumpy only to be met with a huff.

"No! Go play with Stevie instead. Leave me alone!" He frowned, brushing you off and turning his back at you to sulk facing the tree instead.

"But-

"I don't want to play with you" Bucky grumbled. Your bottom lip wobbled, dropping your shoulders as you walked off and sat by yourself under some shade on your porch. You didn't have many friends being the youngest and only little girl on your street; Bucky and Steve being the only two who included you in their games.

"Bucky's mean" You picked up one of your dolls, setting her up beside you while you toyed with a wild flowers, doing your best to keep from sniffling after he shooed you away. You knew he was upset but you wanted to make him feel better!

Of course it didn't take long for Bucky to feel bad, peeking over to see your fallen face sitting all alone on the steps of your house, eyes wet with tears which you were desperately blinking back. He got a bad feeling in his little pudgy belly, knowing he wasn't very nice to you. He knew his ma wouldn't be very happy if she heard how he'd spoken to you, especially after you were just trying to brighten his mood. He got up from his place on the grass, nicking a few flowers from his garden before shuffling over to you only to be met with your now grumpy face, crossing your arms and turning away just like he did.

"I'm sorry y/n" Bucky came and plopped beside you, moving the doll away, while clutching onto a few pink tulips. You didn't respond, still mad at him for being mean to you when you'd done nothing wrong. "C'mon jellybean, pwease?"

His baby blues were shining bright as he gave you his best puppy eyes, hoping you'd forgive him. You felt a giddy at the name he called you, one he'd given you because he thought you were sweet like one. You turned to face him while he gave you a shy little smile, placing the flowers onto your lap.

"I brought you flowers" He stated proudly, happy at the giggle you let out, setting them aside before tugging at his hand to run off and play.

-

"Y'promise you'll come back?" your eyes were wet with tears again although you were now 20 years older and the chubby boy you grew up with had grown into a very handsome soldier. He stood before you in his clean and pressed uniform, his face shaven, hair neatly cropped.

"Of course doll" He whispered affectionately, letting his thumbs swipe across your cheeks, kissing away the tears that fell. "I'll always come back to you jellybean"

"You better" You sniffled, standing on your toes to chase more of his lips as he pressed them to yours, his hands wrapping around your waist, picking you up with ease.

"M'gonna come right back to you, safe n'sound" He held you for as long as he could, rocking you close to his chest while you fought back a sob, giving him a brave smile instead.

"I love you Jamie"

"I love you jellybean"

That was the last time you saw him.

-

"This is a bad idea"

"When have I ever had a bad idea" Tony scoffed, continuing to tinker with his quantum portal while Bruce looked over numbers.

"It's not stable enough Tony, if we send someone through this, they could get stuck in an alternate timeline or we could end up changing the future-

"Yea, yea, stop worrying, hand me that spanner"

Bruce sighed, handing over the tool while contemplating on the safest way to test the machine. It wasn't ready to handle anyone actually travelling through time but at the very least they could potentially open portals to the past.

"We gotta put in a location to see if this works-how about-" Tony contemplated on a location, his eyes growing wide with excitement when he spotted Steve's diary that he'd left behind in the lab, "Let's see if Captain has any interesting places from the 40's"

"Why wouldn't you just see if we could get to the compound garden" Bruce groaned while Tony flipped through the pages, typing in an address that had been scribbled in. It was from a list of places Steve wanted to visit again from when he was a child, the address of the person listed under friends. There was only one other person listed there other than Bucky.

"Alright, call the others, let's see if this baby works"

"You're going to get us all killed" Bruce shook his head while calling for everyone to come to the lab. By now everyone was used to Tony's antics; the only one who was genuinely giddy with excitement was surprisingly Bucky. One thing he'd always loved was science; even his stoic expression couldn't hide the twinkle in his eye every time he got to see another Stark experiment.

"Glad you all made it. Now, thanks to Cap, we're going to see if we can open a portal that travels back to the 1940's. I suggest you all stand back since I haven't actually tested this before"

"Why are you like this" Nat snorted while Tony waved her off, pushing a few more buttons before hitting start. Bucky watched from the safe sidelines of the lab as the machine began to vibrate, a low buzz growing louder until a portal roared to life that lead to the inside of someone's home. Bucky and Steve were both stunned from shock seeing a flash of a very familiar living room for no longer than a second before the whole thing closed with a bang and a large puff of smoke in its place.

"Well done Mr. Playboy billionaire dumbass" Sam wheezed while the team was left coughing, the room cloudy as the loud buzz began to dull. "What was the location you even put in-

Sam stopped talking midway when he heard another voice coughing followed by mumbling coming from the place where the portal closed. The smoke hadn't yet dissipated but the shadow of a person was slowly becoming visible. Everyone froze when they realized there was someone on the platform, wondering who could've been sucked through.

"Bruce, turn on the fan-" Bruce hit the lab fan which pulled helped with the smoke revealing a young woman in a flower printed dress. An apron was still tied around her waist, flour streaked across her cheeks, a rolling pin still in her hand. "What the-

"JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES"

Bucky thought he was going to collapse as soon as he saw who was on the platform, his heart fluttering madly in his chest. He couldn't control the blush that crept up on his cheeks, butterflies bursting in his tummy, just as they did all those years ago. The young woman stormed up to the soldier, face full of fury as her palm smacked his cheek (Not hard enough to actually hurt him of course).

"HOW DARE YOU"

Everyone else in the lab silently congregated to one side watching curiously though Steve was still utterly frozen seeing-

"Y-y/n? Doll?"

"Don't you doll me" you whacked his arm with your rolling pin, huffing when it clanged back after hitting metal. That didn't seem to faze you as you switched and hit the other arm instead, making Bucky yelp. "You lied!"

You dropped your makeshift weapon to the floor, moving your hands to your hips instead, looking up and down at the man you loved with your entire heart, the man who you mourned for years after you were told he was dead. He looked much different from when you'd last seen him, the most obvious difference being an entirely new arm. His cheeks were scruffy and it was clear some form of time travel had taken place but none of that mattered. None of that mattered when the love of your life was standing right there, alive and well.

"Oh baby, no-

"Absolutely not Barnes" you huffed at the pet name he gave you, crossing your arms over your chest and Bucky thought he'd melt into an absolute puddle at the sight. He was thrown back to when you were both no more than 4 years old, with a cute little frown on your face whenever you'd get upset. "You left! I thought you-I thought you died!"

The sound of your voice cracking broke Bucky's heart, his hands itching to wrap you up and pull you close to his chest the way you loved. He could see your eyes twinkle with tears threatening to spill out while you rapidly tried to blink them away. You chewed on your bottom lip to keep from wobbling and it only made Bucky yearn to hold you and never let go.

"Sweetheart please, I didn't mean to leave you doll, I promise" He stepped closer to you, hesitantly reaching out to take your hand in his, not feeling the slightest bit conscious about his metal arm. The coolness of his hand calmed your racing heart while you sniffled, still refusing to meet his eyes as you stared down at your feet instead.

The day you'd been told he'd never come back had been the worst day of your life. You wept for months on end, losing the man you were waiting to marry. The only person you'd been in love with since you were 4 years old.

Seeing you standing there before him stirred feelings in Bucky h never thought he'd feel again. Having a home. A beautiful wife. Little chubby babies. All with his dream girl he'd loved all his life. There wasn't a day that had gone by where he didn't think about her. He didn't think he'd ever get the chance again but here you were, dusted in flour like you always were whenever you were in the kitchen, in a pretty dress he loved so much, fighting your cries after desperately missing him. He softly cupped your cheeks, swiping away at your tears, his forehead coming down to softly rest against yours. He smiled through watery eyes at your stubborn nature, still keeping your arms crossed while his nose bumped with yours.

"Jellybean" Bucky whispered, your heart melting at the name, swallowing the lump in your throat, "Please? I-I'll- I'll bring you flowers" He said with a shaky voice, nearly toppling over when you flung yourself into his arms. He caught you, squeezing you right back and lifting you off the floor to cradle you nice and tight before pulling back to smash his lips against yours. The collective sniffles and whistles from the team were drowned out by your soft giggles and warm lips.

"I missed you so much" you buried your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of him, the one that comforted yo the most.

"You have no idea how much I missed you jellybean, never letting you go again"

"Terminator, you wanna introduce us?" Tony was the first to speak up, not so subtly wiping away at his eyes while Bucky continued to look at you with heard eyes, introducing you to everyone. You could only wrap your head around so much at a time but nothing truly mattered now that you were back with your soldier.

And of course your other best friend.

"Steve" You giggled as Steve lifted you up with ease into a tight hug, grinning at his two friends finally getting the life they deserved together.

Seriously imagine how sickeningly cute these two would be. Bucky is so excited to teach you all about the future. He gets to show you how to use all the new technology around the compound. He's so naughty about it too, teasingly telling you he'd be happy to help you in the shower if there's any questions you has about water temperature.

He doesn't waste any time with asking to marry you. Its everything you've ever dreamed of and more considering Tony took the bill and ran. Bucky can't put into words how happy he is finally getting the life he thought was ripped from his hands.

On your wedding night, Bucky spends hours loving on you like there's no tomorrow which is why a few months later, your belly is swollen with your first baby. Bucky is thankful for the future because as excited as he is to start a family, he's scared shitless something could happen to his jellybean.

"Bucky, I'm fine-

"Absolutely not, why are you up Jellybean, go sit down, I'll bring breakfast to you"

"I can still walk y'know-

"Nope. You stay right there, don't move mama, just rest"

When you do have to move around, he's there holding your baby bump, feeling giddy over becoming a dad. He can't wait to meet his little baby that he's made with his dream girl.

After his son is born, he waits for your body to heal but no ones surprised to see you with a new bump not too long after.

Two baby boys are no match for all the avengers but they all happily share their god father and god mother duties.

Your third is a little girl and she's going to be spoiled by everyone.

Somewhere along the way, you get a white fluffy cat.

Bucky's life has never been better.

[marksbear2]

My Bucky request....hmmmmm. I don't remember it 🤣 I know I sent it but I don't remember what it was. BUT I do know I wanted more of Bucky in a dress. And in case here's some (hopefully) helpful ask.. I want Bucky in like one of those maid dresses. Reader comes home to a surprise and turns the surprise into a whining begging mess? Idk if that'll help or if it's too much information? But I do remember the willy requests

(sending this on the second account in case it wouldn't send on the main one)

I was tweaking so bad since I accidentally deleted the first request when I was finished with it like I was so close to deleteing my damn acc 😞

BUCKY BARNES X TOP MALE READER

⚠️Warnings- Maid dress Bucky!! Top reader, Smut, smut with a tiny bit of plot. Begging, whining, whimpering, upskirt and more!⚠️

“Make sure your eyes are still closed.”

Bucky said to Y/n as he had texted Y/n beforehand telling him to cover once be get home his eyes since he had an ‘surprise’ waiting on him at home.

“They are close babe.” Y/n softly laughed as he covered his eyes as he closed the front door behind him.

Y/n had no clue as to what Bucky surprise was but, it didn’t stop him as he held Bucky’s hand as he led him through the house. Bucky sat Y/n on the couch and Y/n felt the excitement in his veins for whatever the surprise was.

Bucky looked over the dress a few more times before smiling softly ear to ear standing in front of Y/n.

“Okay you can open them.”

Y/n pulled his hands away from his face and the first thing he noticed was the smile on Bucky’s face before his eyes trailing down taking full notice of the maid dress his partner was wearing.

“Wow…” Was the first word Y/n breathed out his eyes lingering at the exposed skin of Bucky’s thigh.

“All of this for me?” Y/n said laughing softly as he reached out touching the hem of dress. “You look so good for me.” Y/n spoke as he laid an hand on Bucky’s hip pulling him to sit down on his thigh. Y/n ran his hand over Bucky’s thigh.

“You look so beautiful, baby.” Y/n said whispering into Bucky’s ear.

“I want you wearing a dress everyday…surprise me with something new each time.” Y/n softly as he moved his hand higher in this dress.

“Nothing underneath, hm?” Y/n whispered pressing his mouth to Bucky’s ear whispering into it.

Bucky let out a soft gasp as he felt his dick getting grabbed. Bucky whimpered as his head fell back onto Y/n’s shoulder. Bucky slowly rolled his hips up into Y/n’s hand holding onto his forearm as well to stable himself.

Y/n used his free hand to also move under the skirt going down lower waist of Bucky’s before eventually touching the surprisingly already prepped hole.

“You even prepped?” Y/n mused as he began to jerk off Bucky’s now hard cock even faster.

Teeth latched onto Bucky’s skin leaving bite marks as well sucking and leaving hickeys onto the skin. Bucky was letting out gasps and moans as he thrusted his hips into Y/n’s hand. Bucky tilted his head looking at Y/n before kissing him. Both men began to make out. They’re tongues moving against one another, hums and deep breaths filled the noise as well.

Y/n moved his hand touching Bucky’s nipples through the maid dress, pinching and pulling them.

The two break the kiss, but stayed close to one another’s mouth resting their foreheads against one another. They kept eye contact as Y/n strokes off Bucky’s cock.

“That’s it…that’s it, such a good boy Buck.” Y/n said against his boyfriend’s lips. “You wanna cum? You want me to make you cum?” Y/n questioned in a teasing tone already knowing the answer by Bucky’s breathing picking up speed and more gasps.

“You wanna cum all over my hand don’t you?” Y/n said kissing Bucky and pulling away looking down at him.

Bucky pressed his and Y/n’s face’s closer together and not long after cumming. “Mpmh!~ hmm…fu-fuck.” Bucky gasped out with more words that were mostly mumbles and broken English. Bucky’s body tensed and quivered as his white streaks of cum gets all over Y/n’s hand and a bit on the own dress.

Y/n held him watching him until he’s still in the high of his orgasm. Y/n laid Bucky down on the couch, before hovering over him before unbuckling and undoing his pants and belt. Y/n pulled his hard cock and spat into his hand while also using the cum from Bucky to wet his cock.

Stroking his cock Y/n used his free hand to spread Bucky’s cheeks so his hole is visible. Y/n jerked himself off for a few moments making sure his cock is all wet before pressing the tip against the hole before pressing the tip inside.

“Yeah take it, you’re doing so good.” Y/n whispered kissing the back of Bucky’s neck.

Bucky only responded back in a moan as he laid his hands on the couch gripping and holding onto the couch.

Y/n pulled his hips back and forth pulling out then going back in as he pushed more and more of his cock inside of Bucky.

“Raise your hips up more for me.” Y/n whispered in Bucky’s ear. Trembling a small bit, Bucky raised his hips allowing Y/n to thrust his cock inside fully. Bucky let out a loud moan, but Y/n didn’t give him any time to relax before already pulling back a bit and thrusting back inside.

Y/n held Bucky’s hips up thrusting his cock deep inside of him. Bucky held the couch for his life as he breathed heavy and moaned. Y/n praised and whispered in his ear.

Y/n thrust was hard and fast causing Bucky’s eyes to water in pleasure. "Y/n!~ Y/n! s-slow down!~ please slow down!~" Bucky moans out knowing full and well he doesn't want Y/n to slow down.

"Want me to go faster? Yeah i'll go faster baby." Y/n responds back with a smirk speeding up his pace snapping his hips back and forth.

Bucky couldn't keep himself together anymore. Moaning and screaming endlessly as his boyfriend fucks him,

"Buck--- I'm gonna cum! i'm so close!" Y/n warns holding onto Bucky tighter. Bucky was in pure bliss as he cums all over the couch and some on his dress . Y/n not caring what Bucky was saying only moaning and sobbing. Bucky was brought back to reality as Y/n cums deep inside him. "Y-h/n!~ so f-full!" Bucku moans out as he shoots his load.

With Y/n thrust becomes slower and more gentle as he thrust inside him as he rides out his orgasm also helping out Bucky as well.

Y/n pumped his cum fully inside of him kissing his cheek. Y/n licked and big Bucky’s ear.

Slowly pulling out Y/n fixed Bucky’s maid dress. Bucky was breathing heavy as he watched Y/n pull out. Y/n hovered above him fixing his dress and hair and helping him up.

“Thank you for the surprise, pretty boy.” Y/n said kissing Bucky on his cheek again.

THE END

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Chicken

John Egan X Farmer! Reader

Summary: When Meatball kills the farmer's chicken. Bucky flies to the rescue.

Warning: Animal death/ swearing/ mention of boobs/ use of Y/n/ mention of blood.

Word count: 1.2k

A/n: I'm alive y'all! And my brain functioned again!

When John Egan came to Thorpe Abbotts, he was aware of the people that already lived there. He knew they were here, but he didn’t know them personally. When he saw her riding her horse, he knew he had to introduce himself. But he didn’t have the courage to go talk to her, she looked so intimidating, riding her horse and handling the goats.

Y/n lived on her family’s farm, but her family was away, they were in Austria, the farm was their summer house, but they wanted Y/n to keep it clean and work there. Usually, she would’ve been back in Austria, but with the war, it wasn’t safe to travel. Her chores were simple, making sure the goats didn’t run away, getting the eggs from the chicken coop and keeping the stables clean. It was easy, especially since she got her horse, Fred. He was a mustang, a beast that she had trouble training, but she kept persevering and was able to ride him. She was riding Fred everywhere; she loved her horse.

‘’Cleven! Good morning’’ she greeted the blonde. They quickly became friends when he came on the base, he went to introduce himself to the people living on the base, already saying he was sorry for the future disturbance that the soldiers were going to cause. When Gale saw Y/n, he thought she was amazing and they talked for hours, quickly becoming friends. They would trade stuff together, for example, if Y/n wanted a bottle of whiskey, she would give Gale a dozen eggs. ‘’Morning Y/n! How are you?’’ he asked. ‘’Good, just counting the chickens’’ she stopped when she heard a dog barking. ‘’Why do you have a dog here?’’ she asked, stepping in front of the chickens. ‘’Brady got him, I’ll make sure he doesn’t come near the coop’’ he reassured her. ‘’He better, because if he eats any of my chickens…’’ she threatened. Meatball came running towards Buck. ‘’He’s cute, but I meant what I said’’ she looked at the dog, smiling. ‘’I’ll make sure of it’’ he smiled.

John Egan heard a horse neigh; he knew that Y/n was close. And he was right, her (Y/h/c) hair were flying in the wind, she had a cowboy hat on her head. A white tank top that made her boobs look 5 times bigger and jeans that made her legs look amazing. She was beautiful. ‘’Y/n, what’s wrong?’’ Gale asked. She got down her horse, patting him before looking at the boys. ‘’I can’t come here and say hello?’’ she smiled as she looked at Bucky. ‘’Technically, you’re on a private property’’ Murph said. She scoffed. ‘’Technically, you guys invaded our property’’ she replied. ‘’Touché’’ Murph laughed. ‘’Nice ride’’ John Egan said, looking at the horse. ‘’Thanks, that’s Fred.’’ She replied. ‘’Um, do you guys have a minute to spare? We need help moving the hay’’ she asked. ‘’Sure, we can help’’ Bucky quickly replied.

‘’Be careful with that Jeep, don’t run over my animals’’ she smiled at Bucky, before she climbed up her horse. ‘’Wanna race?’’ Bucky proposed. She gave him a challenging smile, Fred was a fast horse, he was originally supposed to be a racehorse, but Y/n bought him at the town auction. ‘’Sure, but don’t cry if you lose’’ she smiled. When Fred started to run, Bucky knew he’d already lost, he didn’t want to go too fast, in case of a loose animal. She looked like a goddess, riding that horse. He thought about her riding him for a second, but his thoughts quickly faded when he heard Meatball bark, his mouth was all bloody and he had feathers on him.

‘’Calm down! It’s only 3 chickens!’’ Gale Cleven tried to calm her down, but she was ready to skin the dog alive, Bucky was holding her so she wouldn’t kill the dog. ‘’IT’S LESS EGGS! LET ME GO! I’m going to kill that dog’’ she tried to get away, but Bucky’s grip was too hard on her waist. Meatball didn’t have any regret; he was looking around like his life wasn’t on the line. John Brady, the owner, arrived at the scene in a Jeep, with Harry Crosby and Rosie Rosenthal. The 3 bodies were lying on the ground, headless. Y/n took deep breaths and calmed down a little. ‘’What’s going on?’’ Brady asked. ‘’You’re the owner?’’ she asked, angrily. Brady nodded. ‘’Your stupid dog ate 3 of my chickens!’’ she spat, showing the corpse with her hand. Brady swallowed a nervous laugh. ‘’I told you to watch him and I’m leaving the farm for an hour, I come back, and Dave, Danny and Darrel are dead!’’ she said, looking at her chickens. Bucky had to refrain a laugh at the names of the deceased animals. ‘’I’m sorry miss, I don’t know what else to say’’ Brady explained, scratching the back of his head. She took a deep breath, realizing how crazy she looked. She touched Bucky’s hand, to show him that he could let go. She replaced her hair as she sighed. ‘’I’m sorry, I kinda overreacted. You guys can go, I’ll, uh, clean up. Sorry for the disturbance.’’ She said, with an embarrassed tone.

He felt bad for her, sure it was only 3 chickens, but still. So, that night, he decided to find the courage and go talk to her for more than four words. He rode his Jeep to her house; he nervously taped the wheel with his thumb as he shut the engine down. Seeing lights outside, Y/n got out of the house, standing on her porch, seeing it was a soldier, she wiped her hands on her pants before going down the short stairs. ‘’Major Egan, to what do I owe this visit?’’ she asked, trying to hide her joy. She found him attractive, he was a gentleman during the day and a manwhore during the night, or at least that was his reputation. ‘’Hello, please call me Bucky, and I’m here to pay you back’’ he smiled. She tilted her head. ‘’Pay me back? You owe me money?’’ she questioned. He shook his head, chuckling. ‘’No, it’s for the deceased chickens’’ he explained.

Y/n fought the urge to smirk. ‘’You want to pay me for the chickens I lost?’’ she asked. ‘’Yeah, I mean you said it yourself, it’s less eggs’’ he blurted out. Now she couldn’t fight it anymore, a smile creeped on her face as she looked at the flustered Bucky. ‘’Come inside’’ she invited. He nodded as they waled inside the small home. The smell of burnt candle filling his nose as he looked around the kitchen. ‘’Does Brady know you’re doing this?’’ she asked as they sat in the kitchen. ‘’No, it’s my idea’’ he looked on the ground, not daring to look at her in the eyes. ‘’That’s very sweet, Bucky, but I can’t accept this, you must have family that this money belongs too, what about Mrs. Egan. It’s very thoughtful but keep it’’ she politely said. He started to laugh at the mention of a Mrs. Egan. ‘’There’s no Mrs. Egan, never set that part right, and my family doesn’t need the money. Please, Y/n, take it’’ this time, their eyes were locked into each other.

‘’You know, I didn’t think you would be the one offering me money. I thought Cleven would do it’’ she said, taking a sip of her homemade alcohol. It’s been an hour since Bucky came into her home they’ve been talking ever since. ‘’He felt bad, but he has to keep it for the phones, his girlfriend wants to hear from him twice a week’’ he chucked. She smiled as she looked at him. ‘’It’s getting late, I should get back to the base’’ he said as he looked at his watch. She got an idea. ‘’Are you free for dinner tomorrow?’’ she blurted out. He looked at her, smiling. ‘’Uh, yes, why?’’ he asked. ‘’Because I enjoy your company. And I have some extra money to buy good meat.’’ She smiled. ‘’Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow, then.’’ He leaned to kiss the top of her hand. ‘’Good night, Y/n’’ he said. ‘’Good night, Bucky, see you tomorrow’’

[chloe-skywalker]

Be Safe - Bucky Barnes

Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mention of Bucky losing his arm

Word count: 1,138

Summary: 1940’s - What if they found Bucky after the fall? What if HYDRA never took him?

Authors Note: Neat little idea I had and I LOVE it!

Masterlist

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“You promise that you’ll both be safe?” Y/n was worried about her boys. Y/n and Peggy were very similar in the way they fought alongside the men. But they weren’t allowed to go on every mission. When they couldn’t be there it made the two women more anxious. Peggy worried about Steve, and Y/n worried for her friend Steve, but mostly for her husband Bucky. Jame Buchanan Barnes. The love of her life.

“We’ll try.” Steve smiled at his lifelong friend.

“We’ll come back, doll.” Bucky stated reassuringly. He smiled at her and kissed her cheek. “Promise.”

“You can’t promise that.” Y/n wished she could just believe him but that's not how war works.

“I’ll come back to you, doll. I promise and I’ll bring this punk back with me.” Bucky rested his forehead to her’s, not a worry in his eyes. He truly believed the words he was telling her.

“We gotta go back.” Steve spoke up standing next to Peggy. Steve smiled at Y/n as the couple pulled apart. “Bye, y/n/n. We’ll be back soon.”

Peggy and Y/n stood next to each other as the two women watched their men leave. Y/n couldn’t help the feeling that something was gonna happen.

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Y/n tired to keep busy, keep her mind off the fact that Bucky was in danger.

Luckily they came back before nightfall of the next day. Peggy and Y/n smiled as they saw Steve, knowing Bucky wouldn’t be far behind. But when Y/n saw him on a stretcher that's when her heart rate picked up drastically.

“Bucky?” Y/n said out loud in shock at his state before her eyes. “Oh my God.” she covered her mouth at the site of him missing his arm.

“He’s stable, okay? They're gonna help him.” Steve pulled y/n into him, comforting her the best he could. Steve held her tight hoping to calm her, knowing how scared she must be. Bucky was covered in blood and missing his arm.

“What happened Steve?” Y/n asked pulling back some to look up at the blonde. Peggy rested a comforting hand on Y/n’s shoulder. Y/n was trying to keep her emotions in check. Be strong but it was getting increasingly harder.

“He got shot out of a train. I-I couldn't grab him in time and he fell.” Steve stuttered as he explained, telling it just made it feel more real. Scarlier.

“It’s not your fault.” Y/n reached out to hold Steve’s hands tightly, trying to comfort him. Knowing Steve he was taking all the blame for Bucky being hurt.

“It feels like it.” Steve dropped into a nearby chair, putting his head into his hands.

Y/n sat beside him worried for Bucky as well, but also staying strong for Steve.

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“Y/n?” Bucky said in a rough voice but loud enough for her to hear.

“Right here Bucky.” Y/n spoke up scooting closer to his bed. Bucky had been out of it for a couple days. They had transferred him to a hospital in the city back in brooklyn the morning after they got back to base. Y/n hadn’t left his side since.

“Where’s Steve?” Bucky asked, turning his head to look at his wife.

“He’s right outside.” She told him lifting his hand to her lips.

“He’s blaming himself isn’t he?” Bucky grimaced, feeling more pain the more he woke up.

“Yeah.” Y/n nodded sadly knowing Bucky doesn’t even blame him for what happened. But Steve doesn’t want to believe it.

“What do you remember?” Y/n questioned him, secretly hoping he didn’t remember to much of the traumatic accident.

“I remember being shot at and hanging off the side of the train. Then nothing.” He told her with a shake of his head and watery eyes.

Y/n explained to him what  Steve had to her in the last couple days of what exactly happened. There were lots of tears shed. Y/n had Steve come in when Bucky was ready. The two talked and Bucky tried to assure Steve there was nothing he could have done.

Bucky had to say in the hospital for a couple weeks but once he left Bucky and Y/n had gotten a call from Howard to come to his lab. So the couple headed to Stark’s  lab to find out that Howard had been hard at work making a bunch of different prosthetic arms for Bucky that were incredibly advanced. He wanted Bucky to be able to have finger control, and to possibly have feeling from the arm, so he could feel hot and cold and touch almost as if it had nerves.

“How’s it feel?” Howard asks, biting his thumb anxiously.

“Good. I can feel heat, cold, touch, just like you said.” Bucky nodded honestly, he was really impressed and immensely grateful. Grateful for everyone's support, and all their hard work to help him.

“Great! That was the goal.” Howard clapped with a huge smile. He felt relieved it had taken a lot of tries and hours to work it all out. But he wanted to give Bucky so normalcy back.

Howard walked away to give Bucky a moment.

Y/n walked closer to Bucky. “You okay?”

Y/n noticed Bucky’s demeanor had dropped once Howard walked away.

“Hmmmhmm.” He hummed not looking at her but at the metal arm now attached to him.

“Bucky I don’t want to push but you have to talk to me.” Y/n pleaded talking lowly so no one would hear her.

“Its not the same.” Bucky mumbled, sadness evident in his voice. He honestly didn’t expect it to be like his real arm, but still it was odd to feel things but feel them in a new way.

“It’ll never be the same. But at least it’s something and Howard is doing everything possible for it to be as much like your real arm as it possibly can be.” Y/n felt bad for him but knew he didn’t need pity. He needed support and someone to tell him the truth in a kind way.

“I know.” Bucky nodded knowing she was right. The arm was made out of the same metal as Steve’s shield, and it had a lot of features that wouldn’t be around for many many decades.

“I still love you. Arm or not my love for you will never change.” Y/n smiled, leaning up to kiss his lips lovingly, hoping to ease some of his insecurities that he is not used to having.

“I love you too. Thank you for sticking with me.” Bucky smiled at her, grateful to have her with him. Staying by his side through everything.

“Always.” Y/n promised. Nothing would separate them. Nothing.

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Clegan Olympics Headcanons

Some headcanons I have about Buck and Bucky as Olympic athletes, initially inspired by this post by @brotherwtf and my replies to it with @impalachick. I just felt like fleshing these ideas out a bit more. Anyone feel free to add to it!

John as a gymnast and Gale as a horseback rider:

First of all, Bucky is a gymnast. it's easy to imagine him as a rower because of Boys in the Boat, but hear me out... LOOK at those thighs, those shoulders. He's a bit tall but shhhh it's fine, he'd excel at men's gymnastics. Especially rings and floor.

He's been doing gymnastics since he was little -- just imagine a tiny sassy Bucky tumbling around and doing handstands. He's always been good, but when he hit puberty and put on all that muscle, wow.

He definitely has strengths in certain events, but he's an all-around gymnast with a tendency for pushing boundaries. He's known for the raw power and strength he shows in his events. I don't think this is his first Olympics either, since gymnasts tend to be on the younger side. He's been on the map probably since he started college.

He's just getting better with age, though. People don't pay as much attention to men's gymnastics as they do women's, but man they talk about John Egan (it helps that everyone is a little in love with him).

I've decided to indulge myself and imagine Gale as an equestrian. He does eventing (jumping, dressage, and cross-country)

He didn't grow up with any fancy horses or trainers or tack. He wore hand-me-downs for years and trained green horses from the ground up and worked tirelessly on farms in exchange for ride time. He worked for every inch of what he's accomplished, always for the love of the animal and of the sport.

The equestrian athletes tend to be older, so this might be Gale's first Olympics. He's the new young hotty on the equestrian team that everyone wants to watch. Maybe in this way John kind of helps him navigate being an Olympian.

I don't know how or when they first meet, but one of the first things John notices about Gale (other than how beautiful he is and that voice and those eyes) is how deeply he cares for and loves his horse, who is his partner in this crazy sport. I imagine Gale as an animal-lover, and he values his horse more than anything else in this world (except, eventually, maybe John)

John has next to no experience with horses. He's not scared of them, but appropriately wary perhaps. And Gale's horse is tall, which doesn't help. He's nervous the first time Gale takes him into the stables but tries to act like he's not. He wants so badly for Gale's horse to like him (she does).

Also I feel like Gale rides a mare -- they're sassy and opinionated and so so loyal for the right person (vague parallel to John??? lol)

They start learning about each others' sports and try to watch every event the other is in, becoming each others' biggest fans even if they only half know what's going on. John is always a little terrified watching Gale ride, especially during cross-country. Gale thinks he's crazy for this because he can barely watch sometimes when John is flipping through the air so high off the ground like that.

Them exploring Paris together when they're not competing!!! Imagine the general shenanigans and romance and cuteness of them galivanting around the city together.

They definitely get some attention as a sort of "it" couple during the games and pictures start circulating of them together. An unlikely pairing across sports, especially because Gale and John have such different personalities and reputations. The attention makes Gale a little uncomfortable, so John starts making a point to obnoxiously block any photos reporters try to take of them together. This ends up just making Gale laugh and he tells John to stop.

When they're home, they try to teach each other basics of their sports. Gale gives John a pony ride on his Olympic sport horse who is worth thousands and thousands of dollars and tries to teach him how to ride by himself. John is clumsy about it but only falls maybe once, and he's determined to please Gale so he keeps trying. John tries to teach Gale how to do some basic tumbling but Gale, while strong in his own right, just does not have that type of strength, coordination, or flexibility and repeatedly falls on his ass before adamantly refusing to ever do it again (I love those videos of olympic athletes trying each others' sports)

Totally did not mean to build on this so much and don't intend to do anything with it but I'm gonna be thinking about this a lot I think.

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Tears In His Ferrari || Chp 9 - B.Barnes

Character: Bucky Barnes x Farmer!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes, used to a life of luxury, takes on farm challenges in a bet with his father. Mud-stained Ferraris and a rustic farmhouse lead to unexpected personal growth, guided by the stern mentorship of Y/N, a farmer making his city-boy life difficult.

Theme: Fluff, Slice of Life, Heart-Warming.

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Bucky, noticing the strained atmosphere between Kate and Y/N, decided to take matters into his own hands.

"Hey, Y/N," Bucky interjected, his voice laced with a hint of urgency, "could you teach me how to clean Alpine's hooves?"

Y/N paused, her expression softening as she recognized Bucky's attempt to diffuse the tension. "Of course," she replied, offering him a reassuring smile.

With a sense of relief washing over him, Bucky led the way to the stables, eager to learn from Y/N and escape the brewing conflict with Kate.

Meanwhile, Kate seethed with frustration, her hostility towards Y/N palpable. Clenching her fists, she struggled to contain her anger as she watched Bucky and Y/N walk away, leaving her behind.

"Shit!" she muttered under her breath, her perfectly manicured nails leaving indentations on her palms as she pressed them tightly together.

Turning to her assistant, Kate issued a terse command. "I want you to gather information on someone."

Kate couldn't fathom how Bucky could abandon her for a mere farm girl when there were plenty of wealthy suitors vying for her attention. The thought fueled her irritation, exacerbating her already sour mood.

With a frustrated huff, Kate stomped her expensive shoes on the ground, unwittingly stepping into a patch of mud. The dirt splattered across her face, staining her clothes and ruining her pristine footwear.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed, her outburst startling the nearby animals, who responded with their own cacophony of sounds.

As the chickens clucked "Buk-buk-ba-gawk!!!" and the cows mooed, "Moooo…!" Kate felt a surge of indignation. She despised the rural setting and everything it represented, longing for the comfort and luxury of her city life.

Determined to uncover any secrets Y/N might be hiding, Kate hoped that the information her assistant obtained would give her the leverage she needed to regain control of the situation.

***********

At the stable, Bucky observed closely as Y/N expertly cleaned Alpine's hooves. Her movements were precise and confident, a testament to her familiarity with the task.

She explained, her voice calm and knowledgeable, “Regular cleaning is also the only way to remove impacted dirt, mud, and manure from the hoof. When you give your horse a bath, take the time to carefully clean out their hooves to prevent horse scratches and infections.”

Bucky nodded attentively, absorbing her instructions. “I see. I'll try my best to take care of Alpine.”

Y/N smiled approvingly. “Good. You're getting better at living on this farm.”

Bucky felt a flush of shyness at her compliment. He hadn't expected Y/N to praise him. “Hehe, but I'm nothing compared to you.”

As she brushed Alpine's coat, Y/N chuckled softly. “Well, I'm already used to this. If you asked me to drive a sports car or make a vlog, I wouldn't have a clue.”

Bucky's curiosity piqued. “You've never driven a sports car?”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. “Not everyone is as rich as you.”

Realizing his unintentional insensitivity, Bucky hurriedly apologized. “Uhh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way.”

Then, an idea struck him. “Do you want me to teach you?”

Bucky said, "You have taught me how to drive a truck. It's more difficult than driving my Ferrari. I think you can do it."

Y/N paused, considering his offer. Bucky couldn't see her expression from his angle. “Hmm, I'll pass, but thanks for the offer.”

Disappointed but understanding, Bucky nodded. He had hoped to share the thrill of driving a sports car with Y/N, to give her a glimpse of his world, and understand his passion for racing.

Suddenly, Toby burst into the stable, his usually cheerful face now drawn with worry. “Y/N, Bucky, I need to go home!”

Concern etched across his features, Bucky approached. "What's wrong?"

“My grandmother,” Toby gasped, his voice trembling. “She's having a hard time breathing.”

Y/N wasted no time. “Get in my car, and I'll call the doctor on the way.”

Bucky, feeling a surge of determination, stepped forward. “I want to help.”

Y/N hesitated, considering Bucky's offer. “It won't fit since we're going to pick up both his grandparents.”

But Bucky wasn't deterred. “I'll use my car. It's faster. I'll meet you at Toby's house and then drive his grandma to the hospital.”

Y/N nodded, seeing the logic in Bucky's plan. “Alright.”

With determination in his eyes, Bucky hurried to his red Ferrari and fired up the engine.

"VROOM!"

The roar of the Ferrari's powerful motor sent a thrill through him. “Let's help someone,” he declared, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

As they drove towards Toby's house, Bucky followed Y/N's truck, his mind racing with thoughts. He couldn't help but marvel at Toby's resilience, realizing that the young boy had been walking to and from the farm every day.

Bucky remembered Toby, who never seemed tired each time he came by.

He felt like all his life he had the privilege to own a car and have a private driver to drive him around.

Arriving at Toby's house, Bucky took in the scene before him—the abundance of bee boxes and honey jars, a testament to the family's livelihood. Yet, despite their hard work, they lacked the resources and transportation in times of emergency.

Feeling a pang of guilt, Bucky reflected on his life of luxury, provided by his father's wealth.

Entering the house, Bucky saw Toby's grandparents. The love between them was palpable, even in their moment of distress. Toby's grandmother struggled to breathe, her frail form supported by her husband.

Bucky sprang into action with urgency, lifting Toby's grandmother gently into his arms.

Toby's grandfather regarded Bucky with curiosity who carried his wife into the small car. “Who is this young man?”

Toby assured him, “He's my great friend. Trust him, grandpa.”

As they hurried Toby's grandmother into Bucky's car, Toby's grandfather's eyes reflected both worry and gratitude, hoping for the best for his beloved wife.

With minimal traffic on the road, Bucky navigated the streets swiftly, arriving at the hospital in just 10 minutes. Carrying Toby's grandmother into the emergency room, he conveyed the urgency of her condition to the attending doctor. "She's having a hard time breathing. It's been 20 minutes."

The medical team, already briefed by Y/N, sprang into action, swiftly preparing a bed for the elderly woman. "Quick, put her here," they instructed, their sense of urgency matching Bucky's own.

As he received updates upon his arrival, Bucky prayed for Toby's grandmother's swift recovery. The weight of the situation settled heavily on his shoulders, a newfound sense of responsibility driving him to do everything in his power to help.

Ten minutes later, Y/N, Toby, and his grandfather arrived at the hospital, their anxious expressions mirroring Bucky's own concern. "Where is she?" Toby's grandfather inquired, his voice trembling with worry.

Bucky relayed the nurse's assurance. "The doctor is still looking after her, but the nurse told him her breathing problem has already improved."

Relief washed over the group, evident in their collective sighs. Toby's grandfather extended his hand to Bucky in gratitude. "Thank you, young man. Thank you so much."

Though unused to such displays of appreciation, Bucky accepted the gesture with a sense of humility, his heart warmed by the genuine gratitude.

Not just him, but Y/N felt it too. Watching Bucky's efforts to help Toby and his grandparents, Y/N's perception of him changed. He wasn't the spoiled person she had initially thought him to be.

*************

As they waited at the hospital, Bucky's thoughts drifted to his father. Reflecting on their strained relationship, he wondered when they had last spent quality time together. The sight of his father's graying hair flashed in his mind, prompting concerns about his health. Had his father undergone regular check-ups?

His musings were interrupted by Toby's grandfather's somber conversation with a doctor. "We couldn't afford the surgery," he overheard, the weight of the words settling heavily on Bucky's heart.

Caught in a moment of helplessness, Toby echoed his grandfather's sentiments. If only his father hadn't succumbed to gambling, they would have had the means to afford the necessary medical treatment for his grandmother.

Feeling helpless, Bucky watched as Toby and his family grappled with the harsh reality of their financial limitations. Meanwhile, Y/N, ever resourceful, discussed options to assist Toby's grandmother with the hospital administration.

In the midst of the chaotic scene at the hospital, Bucky felt overwhelmed by the raw emotions surrounding him. The sight of an 80-year-old man in tears and the anguished voice of another man grappling with his inability to provide for his loved one brought a lump to Bucky's throat, threatening to unleash his own flood of tears.

In stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor, Bucky clenched his fists in frustration, his heart aching with the weight of helplessness. In a world where a simple swipe of his card could solve most problems, he now found himself powerless in the face of someone else's suffering.

Determined to make a difference, Bucky stepped outside the hospital, his resolve firm as he dialed his father's number.

“Hello,” came his father's curt greeting.

“Dad. I need your help,” Bucky began, his voice tinged with urgency.

His father's response was laced with skepticism. “What did you do this time?”

Bucky's frustration mounted as he struggled to convey the gravity of the situation. “Huh? No, Dad, this isn't about me. I want to help someone.”

But his father's skepticism persisted. “Really? It's not the same as when you ask for a private jet to pick up your friends for a party?”

Bucky winced at the reminder of his past selfishness, feeling ashamed. “No, Dad, this is different. This is about someone's life. A farmer I know is facing a medical issue and can't afford surgery. I want to help them, but I don't have the money. Dad, can you help me?”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, stretching agonizingly as Bucky waited for his father's response.

“...”

“Hello? Dad?” Bucky prompted anxiously, his heart pounding in his chest.

“How much for the surgery?” his father's voice finally broke through the silence.

Relief flooded through Bucky, gratitude welling up within him. “Thank you, Dad. You're the best. Oh, can I ask one more thing?” he added, seizing the opportunity to make another request, his mind already racing with possibilities.

As he awaited his father's response, Bucky couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness, knowing that with his father's support, he could truly make a difference in someone's life.

Inside the office, with expansive windows offering sweeping views of the city skyline, sat a man of distinguished presence. David Barnes, at 50 years old, possessed an aura of approachability coupled with an unmistakable air of authority.

David was renowned in the business world for his astute decisions and remarkable success. With a seemingly effortless knack for turning ventures into triumphs, he had earned the moniker of having a Midas touch.

Yet, despite his prowess in the realm of business, David found himself somewhat adrift when it came to matters concerning his son, Bucky. His only child, Bucky's recent actions had stirred something within David, a sense of curiosity and perhaps even pride.

As he listened to Bucky's earnest plea for assistance, David felt a stirring within him. It was a rare glimpse of the young man his son had become, a departure from the carefree persona that had once defined him.

With a decisive nod, David motioned to his secretary. “Send $20,000 to this hospital,” he instructed, his voice tinged with a quiet resolve.

The secretary, ever efficient, sought clarification. “Did Bucky get hurt?” she inquired, her concern evident in her tone.

David shook his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he gazed at the sunset, casting its golden hues across the city cape. “No,” he replied simply, “he's helping someone.”

At that moment, as he watched the sun dip below the horizon, David felt a swell of pride for his son, realizing that there was more to success than just business acumen—that true wealth lay in the ability to lend a helping hand to those in need.

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idk if you’ve ever seen austin’s show masters of the air but omg i need gale “buck” cleven as my pretty 1940s army pilot fiancé :((( he’s so handsome and quiet and thoughtful i love him

i LOVED masters of the air oh my GOODNESS :'( i have a lot of thoughts :( this turned poly because - well, everything i write tends to drift that way.

buck fell in love the moment he saw you which was pretty darn special because he doesn't believe in superstitions, y'know? doesn't rub rabbits' feet, never avoided a black cat, doesn't wish on stars n'he sure as heck doesn't believe in love at first sight - or well, he didn't until you came along. then he starts to think that maybe magic does exist because you cannot be an ordinary girl. no, you have a voice that soothes his woes n'eyes that bring him home and "what's your name? that's pretty." and now he will never forget it :( he goes to sleep believin' that he didn't catch lightning in a bottle, he was lucky enough to capture the whole storm.

then you meet bucky who falls in love with you for an entirely different reason. bucky loves you because, well, apart from himself, no one has an effect on the boy who appears so cool constantly. but you, oh you, you make buck smile. you pull the laughter from wherever it hides and volley it up to bucky and he takes it in stride. you spend many a'nights gigglin' like school children but it makes buck happy. happier than he's ever been n'it's thanks to you two acting like fools, poorly singin' karaoke and ruffling his hair and pressing kisses on his cheeks and he realizes that he wants this life forever when the three of you mosey into his hometown. the boys are on leave and buck is dyin' to show ya the cabin that he helped build when he was a boy. he lives there now n'this nice woman named mrs. bodine upkeeps it while he's gone. it overlooks a pond (where you later learn to fish) and the wildflowers that grow high and mighty have petals in colors you've never seen before. the nights are cold, but sandwiched between the boys you feel just fine. they can name every constellation in the sky but you can kiss every constellation on their faces.

it's a little life - but it's a good one n'buck knows it can all change. knows the balance of the world is constantly teetering and it may all go to shit - hell everything in his life always has - but you and bucky? you're real (somehow) and stable and his. what more could he ever need?

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The relationship was forbidden, you knew the risks and you knew what the punishment would be if you were found out — oh, the court scandal it would cause. It didn’t deter the need to see them, though, nor the bout of friendly competition you craved.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ♔ Stableboys!Stucky x Princess!F!Reader

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The grounds were alive – knights and commoners mingling as they went about their day, and you managed a small smile at everyone that bowed or curtsied as you passed. Your guards, a parade more so for show than protection, flanked your side while your friend and court lady, Kate, strode just a step behind you. 

It was a pleasant day, too. The sun’s rays cast brightly across the vividly painted buildings and brought life to even the darkest shadows, a light pleasant breeze moved your hair and ruffled the hem of your dress – which in all fairness, you despised. Being trapped in the godforsaken dress your mother had insisted upon was a burden almost as heavy as the tiara back in your wing of the castle.

You craved freedom. To ride alongside the guards and the knights, to work amongst the commoners – to learn what it was like for your people. There was freedom in normalcy, in lack of extravagance, and you feared you’d never know, nor experience it. 

That changed, however, when the head of the stable hired two young men from the populace to help in his ageing years. 

“I cannot chase the horses much longer, my lady,” John had said. A wince of pain and a note of breathlessness in his voice. You were saddened, struck suddenly by just how old he was – the man that had taught you everything there was to know about horses, especially yours. “There will be two new hands in the coming days. They are coming from the outskirts, but I am assured they will take the greatest care of your beloved.” 

In your grief – not only for him stepping down to enjoy a much deserved retirement, but for when the day would come, it would be severely frowned upon to see him again – you could only smile softly at him and place a hand on his shoulder, squeezing slightly. The display of affection would have been frowned upon, but you were alone with your mentor – there was no one around to judge nor crucify you. 

A couple of days after John had told you the news, the new stable boys arrived, as expected, bright and early. The announcement of their arrival had roused you from your quarters faster than Kate could call out after you to slow down. You had spent the day down in the stables with them, learning their names and intrigued by the way they interacted with the horses, and one another. 

There was a tenderness you couldn’t explain between them. The soft tones of their voices, and their happy smiles – it was like you were watching your parents, it was only then when you realised that they were not all that they seemed. 

“Your Highness!”

Startled back to the present, your gaze snapped to the stable doors, and you grinned. James was standing at the open door, two bales of hay in his arms and a bright smile on his face. He didn’t rush towards you as he had every other time he had greeted you, so you chose to lengthen your stride and cover the distance. 

“Hello, James,” you said happily, and you heard Kate scoff quietly behind you. “How do you do?”

“Just fine, my lady,” Bucky winked, and he gestured inside the barn with a nod of his head. “Come see Steve, he will be happy to see you.”

“I’m sure he would,” Kate mumbled, and you shot her a look. “What? It’s not like it’s not obvious.”

“Hush, Kate,” you whispered back, pulling her along while the guards stood at attention either side of the wide doorway. Kate only rolled her eyes and threw you a knowing smirk, which you didn’t dignify with a response. 

The guard’s horses looked over as you strode down between the stalls and you stopped to pat every single one, a low nicker or snort in greeting all you received in return, but you knew by their soft eyes and relaxed ears they were happy; well loved and cared for, as they should be.

“Stevie,” Bucky called, and Steve poked his head around the end stall, his face already smudged with dirt and blond hair filled with straw. “Her Highness is here.”

“I see that, Buck,” Steve said, grinning just as bright. You smiled back when he inclined his head. 

It was all for show, this you knew – had you been alone, both he and James would have embraced you tightly, and you would have sighed happily at being back in their arms. 

Idle chatter took place as they greeted Kate, and you wandered over to the stall opposite, peering inside to find your steed dozing lazily. “Hello, my love,” you whispered, watching while her ears perked up and her eyes brightened. “How are you doing? I have missed you,” you cooed, taking her muzzle in your hands and scratching gently. 

“She has been very well behaved,” Steve said suddenly, standing just behind you to reach over and scratch your mare’s ears. “She has missed you too,” he continued, before lowering his voice so only you could hear, “so have we.”

“Kate,” you called suddenly, and out of nowhere she appeared at your shoulder. “See that the guard arranges for me to take the trails, I feel the need to stretch my legs. I shall not need protection for both Steve and James will take me.”

The air became heavy with apprehension and you continued to stare at Kate, watching as her doubtful gaze and nervous fidgeting turned into an unbearable smugness. “I will see to it.”

James was staring between you and Kate before he looked at Steve, eyebrows raised. You watched Kate walk towards the barn door and pause just by the head guard, talking quietly and then she pulled him along, the others falling in step. 

“That was easy,” you said. Both James and Steve laughed. 

“Where are we going, exactly?” James asked, standing close to Steve. It was endearing to see them so close. It was as affectionate as they could be with one another out in the open. “I mean, I have no objections, but Princess, there are not many places we could take you and be hidden away from prying eyes…”

You smirked. “Sure there are, handsome.”

Steve snorted and James opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it in favour of narrowing his eyes at you – the grey of his eyes turning dark with suspicion. 

“Your clothes are still in there,” Steve said, pointing towards a closed door that led to where the royal guard’s tack was stored. “We will saddle up.” The two of them turned to two stalls, but stopped when you took one step towards the closed door. “Do you need help getting out of- you know,” Steve asked, pointing at the corset. 

It was James’ turn to snort and you shook your head, chuckling quietly. “Nice try,” James said, shoving Steve’s shoulder. “Real nice try, punk.”

“Can you blame me for trying?” Steve questioned, raising his hands in surrender. 

You only continued to shake your head and strode to the tack room, leaving the two fools to laugh and ready the horses. The outfit was nondescript, a simple pair of riding trousers and knee high boots, and since you planned on giving Steve and Bucky a run for their money, it was an easy way to blend in – no one would be able to tell that you were a royal as you rode past them as fast as the wind.

Two sabres were hidden by the door when you turned to exit, and you grabbed them, pulling down two belts from the wall that were hidden behind bridles. They would need them considering they were covertly master swordsmen, and you would feel safer, too – leaving the grounds without your guards still felt much too foreign, frightening to consider not having actual protection. 

“We’re ready, Princess,” Bucky said, his words muffled by the wooden door. “Are you okay in there?”

In lieu of an answer, you opened the door and allowed James a singular second of shock to see you in such attire, before you strode forward, dramatically ushering him out of the stupor he was stuck in and then shoving a sabre and belt into his hands. “We have little time before sun down, James, let us move.”

Steve gratefully accepted the belt and sabre, while Bucky stood there, stunned. 

You then heard a muffled curse and smirked, making a show of swiftly mounting your mare and hearing James and Steve follow suit. “Where to?” Steve asked, fastening the belt around his waist. 

“Orchard,” you stated simply. Your mare strode forward as you squeezed her sides and you smiled, feeling the sun on your skin and the breeze in your hair. 

Steve and James followed closely behind on their own horses, flanking you like your guards would and they eyed the crowd until you reached the gates of the fence circling the grounds. Turning in your saddle slightly, you watched the two of them exchange glances, hesitant and confused. “What is it?” James asked, brow raised as he stared into your face.

“Race you there?”

“What?” Steve gaped. He suddenly started shaking his head and you pouted. 

“Winner gets-” You trailed off, coyly stalling for time so you could shift in the saddle, your mare seeming to sense the friendly competition brewing and pawing the ground. “I know,” you gasped, making both boys jump. “Winner gets a kiss.”

“Oh, you’re on,” James said fiercely, a proud smirk on his lips. Steve still looked hesitant. “C’mon, punk, you know you want to, you want her-”

“Enough! Enough,” Steve called, blushing bright red. 

You grinned triumphantly and turned to face forward, setting yourself up properly in the saddle and slacking the reins. James and Steve walked their horses to stand either side of you and the air crackled with tension, an excitement like no other – you felt alive, and determined to win. 

“Ready?” Steve smirked, and Bucky nodded. “May the best man win,” you goaded, and your mare leapt into a gallop, tearing down the lane while you whooped. 

The wind whipped your hair back and you breathed slowly, steadily while your mare galloped, the strong muscles of her back and side rippled with the effort – she wasn’t slowing down, she was gaining ground and she was gaining it fast. “Go, girl!”

Muffled shouts of protest echoed from behind you, but you ignored them, leaning forward and slacking the reins even more and letting your steed run – the strides of her powerful legs just as fast as the blood pumping through your veins. 

It was unlike anything else, feeling the fierce power between your knees and the trust that flowed from your hands into the animal carrying you. There was no way to replicate it. The realisation made you breathless and you squeezed your legs just a little tighter, willing the impossible – like magic, your mare snorted and hastened, the speed almost throwing you from the saddle. 

You couldn’t help it, you cried out in exhilaration, your hands coming to rest on your mare’s neck while she tore around a bend, not slowing the slightest. “Almost there, girl, c’mon,” you rushed, and she huffed, powering impossibly faster. 

“Oh, come on!” Steve yelled, and you chanced a glance over your shoulder, only to laugh. James had overtaken him and had swerved to cut him off – looking not in the slightest sorry for his skulduggery. 

The trees of the orchard loomed, turning the once green trail into blooms of colour; gold, orange, and red flew by, painting a mural you would associate with victory. “Whoa, girl, easy,” you soothed, taking the reins and tightening them so she would slow to a canter, then a trot, and finally, a walk. “We won!”

Steve and James slowed their stallions to a walk, panting with the rush and grinning widely. “That you did, sweetheart,” James said, dismounting swiftly and walking towards a grove of trees. Your heart quickened at the endearment that he saved for when the three of you were truly alone. “You know what that means?”

“Yeah, rub it in, why don’t you, Buck?” Steve lamented, pouting while he followed behind his lover like a kicked lamb. 

“Oh, boys,” you cooed, dismounting and letting your mare catch her breath. The trees James led you to were close to one another, shrouding a small clearing from view of any passerby. It was the perfect hideaway – no one would find you here. “I think I want to claim my prize,” you mused, coming to a standstill just behind the two stableboys. “But I don’t know how I want it.”

Both James and Steve turned to stare at you, and you looked at them through your lashes, a small, playful smile quirking your lips. 

“I know of a way, precious,” Steve said, and he crowded you against a tree. The rough skin of his hand brushed against your cheek and you chased his lips. He swallowed the quiet gasp that you couldn’t suppress when he placed his lips over yours for a hungry kiss, claiming you in the way he knew you liked. 

“Hey, what about me?” James pouted, and Steve was suddenly ripped away from you, only to be pulled into a rough kiss with James, the show making your thighs squeeze tightly together. 

You became impatient and pulled at James’ arm, whining quietly and slotting yourself between them and asserting that you were not pleased with being left out. “I believe I am the one that won that race.”

Both of them chuckled quietly. “You did, sweetheart,” James purred and you looked up at him while Steve pressed close, his front flush with your back. 

“You deserve your reward – what d’you say, Buck?” Steve asked, moving his arm to wrap around your stomach and burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

“Oh, she does,” James replied. A harsh breath left you as Steve lightly bit the juncture of your neck and shoulder. James smirked. “That she does.”

It was dark by the time the three of you reached the stables back home, and you couldn’t help but feel excited for another excuse for a race – Kate’s smug smile and knowing glint in her eyes be damned.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[urdepressedslut]

May I request a shapeshifter!reader x platonic!avengers/Bucky where the reader was experimented on by Hydra and received her powers there? The Avengers try to recruit and help reader but she’s freaked out from all that’s happened and Bucky helps her overcome the fear and stress and learn to use her powers? Lots of angst but also lots of fluff if possible? (I also want to add your username is amazing lol /gen /lh )

oooooh I've never written a shapeshifter!reader, but I'm very interested with the whole idea. hope you like what I've come up with🥰

Tragedy

♡ Pairing: Platonic!Avengers!Bucky Barnes x Shapeshifter!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: A new shapeshifter recruit has a hard time adjusting to the team, she feels out of place. Bucky knows what it's like to be the outsider and fight to have control, so he comforts her.

♡ Warnings: angst, fluff, talk of hydra experimentation, mentions of past torture, mentions of Bucky's trauma, anxiety, depression, tony being tony

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The Avengers compound had been chaotic for the past week, tons of missions, plenty of people getting burnt out— overall it was busy. The compound had gathered some new recruits, adding some much needed people to their team. It would take awhile before they were respected like all of the original Avengers— but they’d get there in time.

A pair of invisible twins had joined the team, taking time with Wanda to master their ability, practice being stealthy. They also had the ability to read minds, which is why Wanda wanted to work with them.

A boy at the age of 19 had just been recruited, his ability being super strength. He was strong, fast and overall almost as in shape as some certain super soldiers. Steve had taken a liking to the boy immediately, noticing he wasn’t just enhanced— but he had a good heart as well, sweet as pie. Steve didn’t hesitate to take him under his wing.

Lastly, there was you. You were the most recent recruit— having just been released from the asylum. Yeah… asylum. Unlike the other new recruits, you had a battered past and a scarred brain. You didn’t have an easy journey to become apart of the team. Truthfully, you didn’t want to be an avenger— you were just trying to survive.

You had been rescued almost a year ago from a hidden HYDRA facility. Almost thousands of bodies littered the building, the scattered evidence that HYDRA had been secretly experimenting on innocent people. The team had scopes out the entire building with heavy hearts, not finding any sign of life— until they had found you. He had found you.

James Buchanan Barnes.

Hidden underneath the facility through a tiny window, you were being held, chains keeping you locked int the confined space. The team remembered that image perfectly, the way they shuttered in horror that you had had to live like this for god knows how long. It was an unsettling day, but a victorious one at least. They had saved you and brought you to medical center immediately. After tests had been done, scans had been run— you were moved to an asylum.

To say you were difficult would be an understatement. But it was just that, you weren’t difficult— you were traumatized. You didn’t feel in control of your body, your mind— your abilities. You were spiraling, the newfound freedom unfamiliar— uncomfortable. You were kept in a white room for a couple months, until you showed signs of progress. You’d speak when you had to. You’d eat if you were told to. You functioned more normally as the days passed, as the therapy sessions came and went.

Truthfully, it was all bullshit. No one recovers from that kind of life. The life of imprisonment and torture.

How could you?

You recovered enough to be allowed out of the white room, walking the halls of the asylum. You knew you didn’t belong here, you weren’t what they labeled you as… crazy. You were struggling to adapt to your new life— that’s all.

Soon enough, your therapist thought you were stable enough to move on to bigger things— like joining the Avengers. She had briefly told you that she talked with a Mr. Fury, and that you had been invited to be an avenger. You wanted to laugh at the offer, how does one even get an offer like that? Although your declines were ignored and you found out quickly that if you didn’t obey and join the avengers, you’d be locked up again at the asylum.

It was either you adapt and do good— be good. Or you were back to staring at the white walls. You chose to not put up much of a fight and let them guide you to the compound. In the back of your mind you wondered if you would always be kept somewhere against your will. The Avengers were good compared to HYDRA, but ultimately— they were holding you hostage just as HYDRA was.

Guess you should be used to it by now.

The introduction was embarrassing, everyone staring at you like you were fresh meat— yeah you were, but the stares had you feeling incredibly self conscious. Everyone seemed nice, offering to help in any way that they could to help you adjust easier. You thanked them quietly and kept to yourself, the team didn’t hear much from you ever.

Unlike the other new recruits, no Avenger spoke out to take you under their wing. Nobody wanted you around.

It was a particular rough training day that had things falling apart.

You had wandered into the training room on your own, sitting crisscrossed by the large mirror. You were trying to meditate, since your little scare this morning. You were a shapeshifter, and could transform into any being, take on their appearance— but not without difficulty. You could only transform if you had touched something. It was unlike any stories that were ever told about your kind— shifting was painful. Back at HYDRA, you were chained down to a table while guards would bring in different kinds of creatures, different suffering innocent people. They beat you into shifting, torture you until you took a different form.

When you woke this morning, your heart was beating scarily quick. Your limbs were cold, your fingertips and toes numb— you had identified it quickly as a panic attack. You dreamt of your days back in HYDRA— the days you were tortured for hours on end, days on end. You found yourself wanting to shift into a muscular guard you had seen in your dream— appear stronger and bigger. You felt you needed to be on alert, protect yourself from the dangers of your dream. The feeling quickly flowed throughout your body, the familiar pain of shifting coming on fast— so you tried everything you could to calm down. That’s where you found yourself sitting in front of the mirror, attempting to meditate.

Bucky wandered into the room, getting ready for his own workout when he noticed your small form on the floor. He watched through the reflection as you had your eyes shut, your chest rising and falling with deep breaths. He was no expert, but he had an idea of what you were trying to do— possibly what had happened. His heart clenched at the sight, feeling terrible that someone else had to go through such things.

Sure, he had read your file— but that was no way to get to know someone. He was waiting for a good chance to introduce himself, maybe show you around. He found that rather difficult, you were very good at staying hidden— sneaking out of a room without notice. He admired your stealthiness, but he didn’t want you to feel like you had to be around the compound.

“Hey.” He started, feeling bad when he saw you jump slightly at his greeting.

You met his blues through the mirror and turned quickly to face him, standing up along the way.

“Hi.” You greeted quietly.

He smiled at your gentle voice, deciding to stop at a good length away— not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

“Haven’t really gotten a chance to introduce myself since you got here. I’m Bucky.” He held his flesh hand out.

You eyeballed his hand, knowing that you would gain the ability to take his form if you touched him. You took a deep breath, enjoying the cool air traveling down your throat to your lungs— before you raised your hand.

“Nice to meet you Bucky, I’m (Y/n).” You said quickly, pulling your hand back to your side— ignoring the tingling sensation that his touch had left.

It wasn’t the unpleasant feeling of shifting either— it was just a pleasant buzz.

“(Y/n), what do you say after I’m done in here— I’ll show you around the compound. Introduce you to everybody.” He offered and immediately regretted his words at the expression of horror on your face.

You gulped, the thought of meeting so many faces all in one day— it was extremely overwhelming and anxiety inducing. You didn’t want to mess up your first impression, you wanted to have gotten a good nights rest before you met everyone. You probably looked a mess, your hair— your clothes—

“(Y/n)?”

Bucky’s voice snapped you back to the moment and you shook your head, scratching the back of your neck in embarrassment. Being caught in a little moment there.

“Uh… I’d rather meet everyone another time… if that’s okay.” You whispered out, nervous that he’d get mad at your refusal.

He noticed how nervous you were to tell him no, on one hand he was proud that you had spoke up— knowing you came from HYDRA. Another part of him was saddened at your hesitation— no doubt you were waiting for a beating or some kind of torture.

“Of course, we can go at your pace.” He told you in a soft voice, hoping to keep the conversation smooth and calm.

You weren’t prepared for the kindness and you felt thrown off at his response. It took you a second to gather your thoughts before you could talk again.

“Thank you.” You whispered so quietly that you were sure he didn’t hear you.

Bucky had though, and even if he didn’t respond— he felt his heart hurt at your scared quiet voice. He hated HYDRA— so fucking much.

The conversation ended soon after, giving you time to excuse yourself to your room while Bucky started his workout— all his thoughts of you of course.

You hadn’t given him a full answer in his offer. He knew you didn’t want to meet everyone yet— which was fine. But he still wanted to show you around— if you wanted to.

After he showered and cleaned himself up, it was the late afternoon. He headed up to your room to retrieve you.

He knocked three times before waiting patiently. He could hear the faint thuds of you inside, and by the sounds of it— you hadn’t been expecting a visitor.

The door swung open and your eyes widened at Bucky standing there. For a second you wondered if someone was setting him up to do this… talk to you.

“Hey. Was wondering if you were still up for the tour?” He asked hesitantly, waiting for you to decline.

You thought for a moment, taking in the way he looked clean, his hair seemed freshly washed and shiny. Your eyes wandered to his outfit, jeans and a navy blue henley that complimented his eyes. You smiled little at how put together he looked.

“Just you and I?” You wondered, swaying on your feet.

He nodded and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Just us. Whatta ya say?”

You wondered how much it would hurt to find out he was indeed being forced to hang with you. It would sting— but would it really be anything new? You repeled people and that’s the way you liked it. No one had the chance of hurting you if you didn’t let anyone in.

You gave in regardless, taking a chance. Knowing that this was going to hurt.

“Okay. Lemme get a sweater.” You told him, sneaking back inside you room— grabbing a gray knitted sweater.

Pulling it over your tank, you exited your room and closed your door with a click. Turning towards him, you were met with happy crinkly eyes, his warm smile beaming into you. It was hard not to smile back, but you managed somehow.

“Where to?” You asked.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry. First stop— the kitchen.” He announced dramatically.

You could tell he was trying a little too hard to make you comfortable. But it was an appreciated gesture— you just couldn’t stop thinking about how much this was going to hurt.

Every sweet gesture was just another rock being placed over your chest. Eventually your bones wouldn’t be able to hold the rocks— they’d crack them and crush your heart.

You said nothing as you followed behind him, wandering through the hallways until you both entered the kitchen— which was full of avengers. Your anxiety spiked immediately and you wanted to disappear from all the staring.

“Heyyyy! Look who it is! It’s the rookie— are you done hiding from us now?” Tony asked dramatically, fake being hurt.

His question was fair, but you couldn’t find yourself able to answer with all eyes on you. You could feel yourself start to sweat, your hands cold and becoming numb. Some may think you’re being dramatic, but you just weren’t mentally prepared to meet everyone.

“Tony don’t…” Bucky warned lowly, trying to keep his voice down as to not bring any more attention on you.

“Oh c’mon Barnes— you have to be a little curious as to where she’s been hiding this whole time. Let’s remember this is my property— I deserve to know who’s living in it.” He said as a matter of factly.

You swallowed and tried thinking of a response. Maybe you should apologize. You wondered.

“She still deserves privacy Stark.” Natasha voiced from the corner of the room.

Tony rolled his eyes, turning back towards you with a smirk.

“Sooo what’s up rookie? Where ya been?” He asked.

Despite many trying to defend you— they were also curious as to where you have been. They knew of your arrival and hadn’t seen you much since then, besides Bucky. But he was only just starting to talk with you today.

“I’ve been in my room mostly, trying to adjust.” You managed to make out, your throat was still tight with nerves.

Bucky looked to you with a pitied gaze. He felt bad that he had put you in this position.

“You should totally come to a famous Avengers movie night sometime kid.” Tony suggested, and a bunch of the surrounding Avengers nodded.

You relaxed just slightly, although Tony was pushy and loud— you could tell he had good intentions. You nodded your head and attempted a small smile.

“Yeah, that sounds great. I’ll definitely make it one night.” You told him, and he smiled in triumph.

“I’m not too hungry anymore— wanna get outta here?” Bucky spoke from beside you, and you felt relief at his words.

“Yes please.” You whispered to him, earning a smile from the soldier.

You two waved your goodbyes and headed out of the room, heading towards the living area. Bucky immediately spoke up once you two were away from the rest.

“(Y/n), I’m so sorry— I didn’t think they’d all be in there. Please know that I didn’t do that to you on purpose.” He apologized and you took him by surprise by grabbing his metal hand.

“It’s fine, I believe you.” You reassured him, “Besides, Tony is right. I need to stop hiding.”

Bucky softened his gaze and held your hand properly with his metal one, getting your attention on his blues.

“Hey, you don’t have to rush into anything. You go at your pace, okay?” He told you, his voice smooth and gentle. “I know what it’s like to switch to this lifestyle after living with…”

He trailed off, knowing your story from the file but he didn’t know if you knew that. Of course, you had assumed everyone knew your story— kind of sucked, but you didn’t have a choice in the matter.

“I know. Its much different here than Hydra.” You finished for him. “It will take time but I’ll get there. I already feel better now that I can talk to you.”

“I’m here if you ever need to talk— about anything. I’m not so sure how great I am with advice but… I’m a good listener.” He told you.

You smiled and gave his metal hand a tiny playful tug.

“Thank you Bucky.”

He nodded and gave your hand a playful tug back.

“Don’t need to thank me, just know I’m here for you.”

A/N: haven’t proofread this— ignore spelling mistakes🥰

[bitchsister]

LISTEN TO ME. FIRE FIGHTER / PARAMEDIC BUCKY AND SASSY DIVA DAMSEL IN DISTRESS CURTIE. DO SOMETHING WITH THEM YOYO PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU ON MY HANDS AND KNEES

I love this!!!!! It was fun and cute!!!!!!

Curt was trying to be a good son — and this, he said as he’s lying in the grass, is the last time he ever does that.

He’s writhing by the time sirens come blaring down their little street, his body numb but filled with excruciating embarrassment as Ruth flagged them down from the house, “By god, Curtie. I hate you’re in pain, but these boys are somethin’.”

Tunnel vision had swept him away into a limbo, darkness invading his vision until it cleared again and he was face to face with a paramedic taking his vitals. “Hi, Curtis.” He said, and Curt momentarily wondered how on earth this stranger knew his name — and why was he here?

“Hi.”

Bucky was squatting in the garden with Curt, eyeing his leg that he’d broken badly. “My name’s Bucky, I’m a paramedic with the FDNY EMS, my partner Rosie and I are here to help ya.” Rosie waved from where he stood behind Bucky but Curt could hardly look away.

Ruth was right.

“Can you tell me what happened?”

Curt tried to move but Bucky held him in place, using a light hand to move his gaze back toward him and not at the bone sticking out of his leg. “Should I not look?” Curt murmured, his lips tugged into a frown.

“Think it’s better if ya don’t.” Bucky focused on him, blue eyes staring directly into his as Rosie worked on stabilizing Curt’s leg enough for a ride in an ambulance. “Tell me what happened, hm? How’d you get down here?”

Curt sighed heavily and wiped the sweat from his brow, “Hell if I know.” He grumbled, hissing when Rosie touched a particularly tender spot on his shin. “Ma needed the gutters cleaned — I ain’t ever done that shit before. Clearly.”

Bucky chuckled, realizing he’d been totally enamored by whoever this little stranger was in the grass with a compound fracture and more than likely a rather gnarly concussion, “Tryin’ to be a good boy, huh?”

Jesus.

“Y-yeah.”

Pain shot straight from his leg to his brain, causing everything around him except for Bucky to go buzzy and floaty, the grass suddenly feeling like a wet cloud and the man in front of him an angel. “You got pretty eyes.” He whispered to Bucky who grinned down at him.

“Was just gonna tell you the same thing, Curtis.” Bucky took a quick look down at Curt’s leg and tried to keep his poker face locked in, showing no reaction to the gore of it. “You ‘member my name?” He asked mostly because it was his job to assess Curt for any memory loss or brain damage, but also because he needed to know if Curt would remember him at all.

“Yeah. Your name’s Bucky.” Curt reached up to touch his face, his expression that of someone who’d just entered the gates of heaven. “Bucky.”

“Good job.” Bucky didn’t move away from the hands that touched his nose and his cheeks and then the little loose ringlets of brown hair that fell over his forehead. “Do you know what day it is, Curt?”

“Judgement day?”

Bucky snorted, “C’mon,” he felt his own heart flutter in his chest — c’mon, Egan. Be a goddamn professional. “You gotta give me a good answer, darlin’.”

Curt was giving Bucky these soft looking heart eyes despite his vision tunneling on him again. “It’s Mother’s Day.” He said confidently, “Ah, hell. It’s uh — it’s Sunday. Yeah. Sunday.”

“We got ‘em stable for the ride, partner.” Rosie clapped Bucky’s shoulder, giving him a look that told him he needed to reel himself in and get a grip. It wasn’t often he witnessed Bucky on this side of things since usually it was Rosie falling in love back to back.

Curt was put into the ambulance that Rosie drove, because Bucky had forced him to while he sat with Curt in the back. “How’s your pain right now, Curt? On a scale of one to ten. Ten being the worst imaginable?”

He thought for a moment, tried to move his leg.

He yelped.

“Nine?”

Bucky nodded slowly and hooked Curt up to a drip, hitting him with a little morphine that made him look even more out of it as he yanked the ears of the teddy bear he demanded. He didn’t care they were for the kids.

He wanted one.

“What’s his name.” Bucky asked carefully, making sure Curt was still alert. They didn’t need him falling asleep until they assessed him for further damages to anything internal. “Gotta have a name.”

“Cucky.” Curt blurted but immediately scrunched his nose, realizing it didn’t sound like the most pleasant thing to be named but it hardly mattered. “Curt and Bucky. Or — or maybe Burt.”

Bucky tried not to snort, his head hung as he laughed into his hands. “Let’s go with Burt.” He gleamed, and so did Curtis who had long forgotten about the bone he’d obliterated to pieces. “Cucky might have a hard time findin’ a job when it comes time for it.”

It was a whirlwind once Curt was rushed into the emergency room, everyone around him acting with the urgency that Bucky had suppressed just to keep him calm but the reality was that he had a bone sticking clean out of his leg, and he needed to have surgery before it was too late.

After a successful but very long surgery, Curt emerged from a slumber that sent him on an intensive journey of healing. Physical therapy, motor skill tests, hospital food, a lot of reality television, texts to friends, FaceTime calls, but just when he’d absolutely ran out of things to do, a knock came tapping at his door who he had assumed was his nurse, Becca.

“You ain’t gotta knock, Becks.” Curt sat up slowly and groaned, “You seen it all at this point.”

Bucky cleared his throat before he stepped in, closing the heavy wooden door behind him carefully before he plopped down in the chair beside Curt’s bed, still in his uniform. “Hey.” He grinned, “‘Member me?”

Curt couldn’t help but grin right back at him, looking at something new for the first time in a week that he’d yet to grow tired of. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about Bucky, and if he’d ever see him again. Though, “I kinda thought I imagined you.”

“Imagined me?”

“Yeah,” Curtis nodded slowly, “or hallucinated, you know? I was bleedin’ all over and everything was just so swirly and weird —“ he shrugged, his cheeks red because he realized he’d been rambling. “Anyway. Did you come back for Burt?”

Burt had been Curt’s only real reminder that Bucky was real, and that the whole thing had really happened. “No,” Bucky couldn’t help but laugh, “I just came to check in on ya.”

“You do that with everybody you throw into a three-thousand dollar ambulance ride?” He cocked an eyebrow, having grown tired of listening to Ruthie spout off about how expensive one was, not to mention the surgery to put Curt’s leg back together.

I was tryin’ to be a good son, ma!

Well you oughta just stay on the ground for that next time.

“No.” Bucky said again, but softer that time.

“Ahh,” Curt rose his brows and nodded, like he was understanding something but he was so very far from understanding why Bucky had come here at all — he was busy, Curt assumed. Where did he find the time to swoop in here?

Bucky’s radio pinged, a noise that reminded Curtis of the ambulance ride that grew less and less foggy as the days went by, “I gotta go,” He stood slowly and held his hand out. “Give me your phone.”

Curt’s brows furrowed as he clutched his phone, the only sense of entertainment or connection the outside world he’s gotten in the last week, to his chest. “No — wait - why?”

“To put my number in it, Curt.”

“Oh.”

Bucky typed away into Curt’s phone, sending himself a text from it so he didn’t leave the room without getting Curt’s in return. “I’m off Tuesdays and Wednesdays.” He handed Curt’s phone back to him, resisting every urge he had to violate that precious mouth that hung open with his own. “Let me know when they get you up outta this joint.”

Curt had looked astonished, but nodded his head slowly as he stared at the phone in his hand, the text he’d sent to his own phone from Curt’s staring right back at him.

Bucky ;)

[bucknastysbabe]

Mwahahahahaha I had so much fun with this thanks for the request, xoxoxoxo I hope you love it as much as I did! Also I know some of my followers are prob not American so I did The Most Basic lingo because we are the idiots who don’t name stuff normally like the rest of planet Earth

Kink Bingo - Topping from the Bottom

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Chubby!Beefy!Subby!Bucky, Dom nerdy afab!reader, Bucky is a sweet lil bear who wouldn’t hurt a fly but sends men into the ground on a daily basis, Frank Castle is a tired roommate, pnv!sex, overstim, pet names, teasing, creampie, disaster Bucky barnes, college!au, football player!buck, fluffy as HELL

You weren’t sure where, how, or when you ended up in this situation.

To quote the Talking Heads, “Well. How did I get here?”

Except there was no fun song about water flowing underground. There was a very sexy man staring at you in the library who had just said something. You blinked again, fiddling with your pencil. The library was dead quiet per usual.

Bucky Barnes, resident slut, face morphed into confusion, blue eyes piercing. He asked, “Uh, you okay? Did you hear me?”

You cleared your throat and spoke, “Yes, problem 15. The key to research statistics is all in the equa-“

A huge hand slid across the table to close your book. The thud made you jump. Bucky apologized, flush high on his pretty cheeks. He laughed, “No, I don’t think you caught that there, teach.” You blanched, gaping like a fish out of water.

His huge, yet soft frame leaned over the stiff stable, belly indenting against the wood. Bucky popped his dimples with a charming smile. He reiterated, “I think you’re cool— smart and witty. Even though you’re a hermit. I wanted to see if you would come to my place with the boys for some drinks this weekend.”

Your face drained of color, utterly mortified. The memories of freshman year came flooding back. You began to pack your stuff, slamming and shoving away materials. Bucky looked up at you like a kicked puppy. He grabbed your wrist, god he was a gentle giant, “Hey? What’s wrong? No pressure at all!”

You glared up at the stupidly beautiful man and tried to sound strong, but your voice cracked as you informed the ass, “You were there freshman year. Watched me puke until someone took pity. Is that what you want? Bring the lightweight loser for a punchline? Not for me, bye!”

He was there then, same house too. The O-line always passed the same ratty place down. His hair was shorter, body less beefy, less weight but Bucky watched with a sheepish look, elbowing his blonde friend. You yanked out of his grip, Barnes frantically calling after you. Dumb brute was so big it didn’t take much for him to catch up. He looked down, hand rubbing his neck. “Look. I’m not like those dick heads. I should’ve done something. I’m sorry I ever hurt you in the past.”

You stopped, giving him a look, eyes full of tears.

He made a soft noise, pulling you into a warm hug. He reaped, “Oh don’t cry, please?” You didn’t want to admit but it felt like heaven with his soft stomach and huge arms. You warbled, “I don’t know if I can trust anyone, I- I just can’t do that again.”

Bucky rubbed your back and sighed, “I’m an idiot, I offered you out the only way I know how with girls. I don’t have the best reputation.” He took a stern pause. “But I really like you. So we can do whatever you want to and I’ll be down for it.”

You looked up at him in shock, croaking, “Really?”

Bucky grinned, “Yes really.”

A year later the Talking Heads sang in your head again. 

Well, how did I get here?

Your very big, so wonderfully big, boyfriend was between your thighs. His own thighs, thickened with heavy muscle and that cute little layer of fluff quivered themselves. His cock was so hard it was purple, the leaking tip smacking his tummy. Your baby had a dick that would put porn stars to shame. Took about two weeks for you to get used to it. Beside the point, tears pricked at his wide eyes. Bucky’s hands kept their gentle grip but they shook.

He panted like a racehorse, even though you hadn’t let him fuck you yet. You got the poor thing riled up all in the library. Rubbing against him, promising pretty boys like him get to hump and fuck. You had to shove fingers down his throat to get the beefy man to hush.

Somewhere since your bittersweet beginnings, it was discovered James Buchanan Barnes was the biggest submissive, masochistic, certified freak seven-days-a-week slut. He’d made a reputation for making girls limp but the macho athlete truly loved getting ordered around.

He put the fanfiction you’d read to shame. It made everything ten times sweeter knowing your college football playing, big offensive lineman whined like a bitch when you played with his ass. All by his petite nerdy girlfriend.

You say ‘jump’, Buck is asking ‘how high’?

But currently you did want him to fuck you. You cooed, pinching at a soft love handle, “You need me now sweet baby? Can you handle it?”

He nodded in jerky motions, pleading, “Yes baby, I’ll hold it.” His pink lips trembled.

You softly held his gaze as you continued, “If you cum early that’s okay, you’ve been waiting so long. I know a slut like you can’t help it.”

Bucky barked, “No! I mean no- I’ll do it good.”

You leaned back, placing your arms on his built shoulders, pulling the brunette closer. You sighed, “You always do it good Buck.” It came across meaner than intended, your boyfriend’s jaw setting mulishly.

“Come on, come on now bear,” you urged, squeezing his traps. Bucky whined through his nose, huge hand slicking his cock with lube. You were wet enough but usually added extra lube to make everything more comfortable. Bucky let out a pained moan as he entered you. You wrapped your legs around his wide waist to usher the brunette on.

You panted as the blunt tip split your pussy open. Bucky mewled, “Mmm- you’re s-so tight.” You nodded and pressed kisses to the veins pulsing on his neck, the larger man gently lowering himself on top. He’d still get scared of ‘smushing’ you. The thick length of him speared your cunt, and then he was all the way in.

You panted and whined, gasping, “Big boyyy, oh fuck.” Bucky let out a string of unintelligible high noises, whole body shaking at the squeeze. Circling your thumbs at the sweaty base of his head you cooed, “Love that huge slutty cock of yours, mmm, can you feel how tight I am for you?”

He nodded, so overcome he’d lost control over his pitch. Castle would slam the wall from next door.

“Fuck! Babybabyohgod, can I fuck you now?”

You snickered, “I never said you couldn’t.”

He frowned at that, blues looking down in embarrassment. Baby couldn’t help but get a little stupid when his cock was involved. Bucky braced one hand next to your head, the other on your hip and drew back a bit. He watched the slide, scrunching his face in ecstasy.

Slap.

Bucky fucked back in, stuffing you tight with a lurid squelch. You moaned at the feeling of his heavy balls hitting your ass. You goaded him on further, moaning in delight at the friction. Bucky hoarsely groaned, giving you all he was good for. Which, granted, being a division one athlete can allow for a lot to give. If Buck wasn’t so sensitive.

You clawed at his brawny shoulders, crying his name, biting at lips and jaw. That cute little pouch under his chin was especially bitable. Bucky was drooling onto your tits, single-mindedly focused on fucking you. You met him thrust for thrust, rasping dirty nonsense, degrading nasty things.

Bucky whined, “Mm! Baby, oh- hah! You gotta stop, hngh, m’gonna blow.”

You rocked up into his stilled dick, shaking your head with a open-mouthed smile. You breathlessly laughed, “No way bubba, you said you’re gonna do it good. But I got it pretty boy.” You patted his stubbled cheek and writhed on his cock, rubbing your sensitive tits against his built chest.

Bucky whimpered and tucked his teary eyes into your neck, your hand curling around to scratch his scalp. He was barely moving, little thrusts as you worked yourself up and down at a brisk pace. This was your exact reason why you denied Buck’s requests to go to the gym with him.

You whined, “Fuck bear, love you, puppy packing like a stud. Stuffing my pussy so well. Shame I gotta do the work.” You got another agonized moan at that, Bucky attempting to find a rhythm. You squeezed him in warning, digging the blunt tip into your good spot. A big finger came down to swirl at your clit.

You smacked his ass, howling, “Good fucking boy!”

Tears wet your shoulder, sniveling and whining filling your left ear. You drew tighter and more frantic, screwing your eyes shut as pleasure mounted across your body. You slapped a meaty side again and hoarsely yelled Buck’s name, pussy clamping down on his throbbing cock.

He came with a warbling wail, you crying out at the same time. Bucky began to fuck again, you taking it as he pumped through the aftershocks, mewling, “Hngghhh- baaaaby- oh gooood!” You threw your head back and let him pound you, little ‘uh uh uh’ grunts forced out.

The noises were pornographic, bed creaking, Buck’s sobbing, hips slapping, and the slick sounds from your releases mixing. Bucky gasped again, the last of him cum spurting out and he collapsed half on-top of you, whimpering softly.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!,” came the inevitable angry yell of Frank, busily pounding the thin walls.

You smiled at the worn Bucky, cooing, “Did it good once again bear.” He managed to pull you two onto the side, him still sensitive and shivering from the shifting. He kissed you sweetly, blue eyes all gooey and soft. He rasped, “What have you done to me babe?”

You nuzzled his nose, pecking those pink lips. With a smirk you mused, “I don’t know, what do you think big guy?” His brows furrowed as the inevitable post-coital philosophy discussion began.

Same as it ever was, same as it ever was, David Byrne sang in your head.

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Found parent trope for gale cleven . Part 1

When gale was 10 years old he runaway from home . His dad has lost a bet again and blamed on poor gale , that resulted In a blackened eye .

Gale in fear about what would happen if he stayed there , he ran . Ran with tears and his eyes and no where to go , it's not like he had friends so he could go at their house.

As he ran , he tripped and fell and skinned his knee which resulted in more crying and him curling at himself. He jolted when he felt a hand on his shoulders and he could barely make out who was kneeling in front of him from his tear filled eyes .

When his vision finally cleared he saw the woman that everyone talks about in town . They say she's a Russian ww1 veteran and that she fled Russia.

She takes him under her wing , basically becomes his second mom , he spends more time at her house then at his .

Turns out she in fact did not flee russia , she left because her whole family was killed and she had nothing left there .

She tells him stories about the war , how brutal it is . How it strips people apart , how even if you survive you will never be the same again . How numb you feel the first time you kill . She tells him over and over again there's no glory in war .

She teaches him how to fight , after he came to her with a black eye after school . Teaches him how to shoot , properly. Teaches him how to throw a knife and how to fight with an knife.

But she also teaches him , the importance in being well educated. She is the reason why he likes science so much she had tons of books about science and literature books .

He sees how she acts and tries to imitate her . She's always calm , soft spoken . But he also notices how she observes everything people do almost like she expects an attack .

When the war starts , he knows he wants to sing up . He tells her over dinner , it's the first time he sees her lose her temper . She yells that he can't go , that he will die , why does he want to ruin himself , that all these years of her telling him what war really is like , he wasn't actually listening.

Finally she informs him that if does go , she will not write to him , at all . He's as good as dead in her eyes the moment he steps through the door to leave . Gales feels like he has been shot at the heart when he hears that .

To his suprise , she does stick to what she said she would do . All the boys at bootcamp talk about their letters from home, how their parents are doing. Every time there's mail he hopes he will find one with her name in it , he can't help but be disappointed when he only sees Marges letters .

He never stops sending her letters though . Not until he is shot down . He's like a little boy trying to cling to the last stable parental figure he ever had.

She stores all the letters he sends her , reads them over and over again . She prays every night he's safe and he comes back home . She knows he has feeling for bucky by the way gale talks about him . She's proud that he finally found someone that completes him.

( this is no way canon and I'm not saying it is , this my headcannon because I wanted to do something nice for gale )

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Pairing: Sambucky (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes) 

Summary: Maybe those vacations aren’t long or separate.

Bingo Fill: ‘Long, Separate Vacations’ on my ‘Vacation’ card for @sambuckylibrary’s sambucky summer bingo!

Warnings: none!

Bucky shut the door, fully intending to stay in his apartment for the next however many years he would be alive. He wiped at his wet eyes, then at his slightly wet nose. He’d fully ruined the only relationship he’d had—and even the potential one he could’ve had. He knew Yori would never want anything to do with him ever again. 

He wasn’t sure where the hell he stood with Leah. But it was clear nothing would ever come out of that date anyway, so why did he even care? 

He wasn’t sure about that, either.

Shaking his head and trying to pull himself together, he walked to his kitchen. The place was poorly furnished—but it had the basics. Just enough so that if police ever showed up or the government decided to stop by, he wouldn’t look insane. 

The kitchen had all the necessities. Exactly eight drinking glasses. Four plates and four bowls. Twelve knives, forks, and spoons. All of the random odds and ends you’d need in a kitchen. Wooden spoon, pasta strainer, spatula. 

The island had three barstools at it. One for him, one for his bag, and one for his jacket to hang off of. 

He even had a small square kitchen table, with four chairs. One was out of the question, two was pitiful, and three looked ridiculous. He was sure that four chairs was the most normal choice. He had a TV. He had a couch he slept next to. He had a bedroom with a dresser and a bed. He had a bathroom with toiletries in it.

That didn’t change the fact that the apartment just felt insanely empty. Maybe it was because he didn’t have any personal decorations—no plants; real or fake, no pictures or posters on the walls, no magnets on the fridge. 

And it wasn’t just his home that was lonely. He was, too. Now that he didn’t have mandatory meetings with Raynor, he really didn’t have many reasons to leave the apartment. 

He had no friends. No family. No stable job. No pets.

Well, he had Sam. 

He glanced at his phone, debating on texting Sam or not. 

Eventually, the latter won in his mind. He’d seen Sam six hours earlier, when he’d left Delacroix. Surely it was too early to text him right? Bucky wasn’t too familiar with the modern texting customs or whatever, but he was positive that there were rules to it. 

He shook his head, purposefully setting his phone down on the counter before walking into the other room.

Sam scrubbed the plate gently, comfortable in the monotony of the task. It enabled his mind to wander, and it did. 

He caught himself thinking of Bucky. He hasn’t seen the guy’s house, but based on what he knew of the man, he was sure it was a sad sight to see. 

His phone sat on the kitchen table, and he desperately wanted to walk over and text Bucky. But he didn’t want to weird him out, and knowing Bucky, he probably wasn’t even bothered by his intentional solitude. Hell, he probably loved it.

Bucky seemed to like spending time with Sam’s family, just based on how he acted and presented himself when he’d been in Delacroix. But of course, Sam knew he was an introvert. Maybe that had just been his perfect amount of human interaction, and any more of it would piss him off or something. 

So he didn’t text. 

And when he finished washing the dishes and moved on to putting them away, he didn’t stop to text Bucky then, either. 

Walking through the house, he found comfort in the familiar creaking of the floors,  and he walked up the stairs slowly as to not wake up the boys. 

Getting up and into his room, he looked out the window. His room, and the boys’ room, faced the water. Sarah’s room was across the hall, and she didn’t seem to mind the lack of the view. 

Sam spent the next couple of days like that. He wanted to reach out, he desperately did, but he suddenly never knew what to say.

Until Sarah stopped him one night after the boys went to bed. 

“Sam, I swear to God, if you don’t stop pining after that man…” she gave him a knowing look.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He looked at her. 

“Bucky. You look at that damn phone everyday as if it had the news on your dying granddaddy. I know you’re waiting for a text and it seems like it’s not coming. Just call him.”

“It doesn’t work like that.” He huffed. She looked at him as she walked out of the kitchen.

“It doesn’t work like that and you know it!” He called quietly as to not wake up his nephews.

He glanced at his damned cellular device. 

Did it work like that? 

Bucky thought about contacting Sam all week. He knew the man’s address. He could send a letter.

He mentally smacked himself. People don’t just send letters these days.

He didn’t wanna call him. He’d freeze up, or say the wrong thing. And texting just didn’t hit right. It seemed like he was between a rock and a hard place. 

He picked up his phone, typing out a paragraph.

Hey. I know I was being a real ass about the SHIELD. I’m still sorry about that, by the way. But I was

Yeah, he didn’t know where he was going with that. 

He typed out another draft.

Hey. Can we chat for a bit?

“C’mon, grow a pair.” He grumbled to himself, before pressing the send button and setting his phone on the counter, face down. 

Sam drove down the small road, focusing on the pretty scenery. Sarah suggested taking a small road trip and renting a cabin out in the middle of nowhere, somewhere with no cell service. 

He’d told her no, that he was Captain America now, that that would be too risky. He hadn’t included the part about Bucky potentially texting him or calling him.

She didn’t let him finish. She sat with him at his laptop as he booked the cabin. 

“There’s plenty of heroes,” she’d added.

And so he’d set off. 

Bucky wallowed for the next weekend when he got no response. It was then that he’d realized that he truly was alone, that he’d die with no connections, that—

Oh. Sam was calling. 

He picked up the phone, and the both of them began talking at the same time.

“Sam, I know I just saw you, but I—“

“Hey, Buck, I was thinking about—“ 

“Oh, uh, you go first.” Bucky coughed.

“No, you go ahead.” Sam said politely.

“No, you. You started talking first.” Bucky shot back. 

“No, go ahead.” Sam retorted. There was a silent battle between them for a second.

“Fine.” Bucky conceded. “It’s just—I’ve been thinking about talking to you all week, and I sent a few texts but you didn’t respond, so I..thought you wanted nothing to do with me.” 

“What? Bucky—no. I didn’t have cell service for a while, the texts must’ve never went through. And I do want something to do with you.” Sam explained.

“Oh.” Bucky didn’t know how to respond.

“You really thought I thought that way about you?” 

“Well—I didn’t—I don’t fuckin’ know. But now I know that you don’t think about me like that.” Bucky rambled. “I—I’m messing this up. Do you wanna..get a coffee, sometime?” 

“Sounds great, man.” Bucky could hear the smile in Sam’s voice.

Graphics by @saradika-graphics

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Before you (7)

Summary: King Steven Grant Rogers once was a good king and a gentle alpha. Now he’s a cruel shadow of his former self. Can he find the light again?

Pairing: King(Alpha)!Steve Rogers x Maid(Omega)!Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Warnings: angst, language, softer Steve (he tries), Bucky is the best (soft Bucky is a warning, okay), mentions of loss of loved ones, undefined age gap, a hint of fluff, true mates, a/b/o, scenting, Steve is still a little possessive 

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<< Part 6

“I want you to stay here,” Steve tries to keep his voice soft and even. “Please.”

“Steve, a word,” Bucky watches you hug yourself. You stand in the corner of Steve’s room, looking like a scared animal.

“I got no time, brother,” the king doesn’t want to leave your side. Now, that he finally has you back in his life, Steve cannot let go of you again. Ever.

“Brother,” his brother walks toward the king to cup the back of his neck. “I love you; you know that. But right now, I’m concerned about Y/N. You need to be more patient, and less aggressive. If you want her to trust you, give her room, and let the healer take care of her.”

Steve snarls. “I know what you are trying to do, brother,” the king puffs his chest and pushes against Bucky’s chest. “You can’t take her away from me. She’s my omega.”

“Steve, you may be the king, but you are acting like a feral animal. I will not let you hurt Y/N only as Peggy was a monster. This is not about her, this is all about you, and the hole in your chest you desperately try to fill.”

“Bucky,” Steve swallows thickly as you look at him, tears in your eyes. The king has the urge to bring you into his arms as his brother holds out his hand for you. “You can give her the chamber next to my private library. It’s not too far away.”

“Good,” Bucky gives his brother a curt nod. “I’ll make sure Y/N is safe. Samuel and Clint will guard the room.”

“You should bring her away from me,” the king whispers. “I don’t know for how long I can tame my alpha. You’re right. She’s scared of me, Bucky.”

Steve turns away from you, not wanting to witness your departure. He doesn’t know if you will ever open up to him. The girl he once knew seems to be long gone.

Just like the boy he used to be…

The king paces the throne room. He stops in his tracks and looks at the knights watching him with stoic faces before he starts pacing back and forth again.

“Do you think I should-“ he looks at one of the elder knights. “No. Forget it.”

It’s been two weeks since he last saw you. The healer reports on your health to the king daily, but he won’t tell Steve if you asked about him.

“Brother,” Bucky watches his brother with amusement. “Steve, you need to stop, or your boots will catch fire.”

“I need to,” Steve huffs. “No, I cannot ask her to join me for dinner. Maybe I should go to her. What do you think?”

“I had to beg her to stay here. The poor soul is afraid you’ll change your mind and punish her for speaking up.”

“She didn’t do anything to anger me, Bucky. If anything, she made my heart beat a little faster.” The king chuckles. “For a short moment, she reminded me of the wild girl she used to be.”

“Steve. Give her more time. A few days ago, you wanted her to leave your kingdom. She lost her family, home and I’m afraid, her hope too.”

“I must give her hope,” Steve concludes. “I just need to find out how to give someone hope. How can a man who lost all hope a long time ago give someone hope?”

“Be the man you should have been for all these years,” Bucky pats his brother’s shoulder. “If you can try to be a better man, king, and alpha for Y/N, she might find hope again.”

“Come in,” you softly say as someone knocks at your door.

Over the last few days, you got comfortable in the room the king offered to you.

It’s not a home, and will never be. But it’s warm and safer than the stables, or being on the run.

If you trust one soul in this world, it’s Bucky. He’s a good man and would never hurt you.

Unlike the king who still scares you.

He can’t be Grant. There is no way the gentle and kind boy turned into this person.

“Y/N, omega,” you immediately take a step back as the king enters your chamber, not Bucky, or the healer you got to know better over the weeks Steve left you alone. “I wanted to see if you are better.”

“I-“ dropping your eyes to the ground you nod. “Thank you, my king. I’m honored.”

“No—no,” he runs one hand down his face. “I’m not the king, my love. Please, let me show you that I’m still your Grant, the boy you let into your heart.”

You look at the king, eyes wide and fearful once again. He sighs as you drop your gaze only moments later.

Taking a deep breath you muster all the strength left in you to talk to the king.

“The queen’s horse, when did you get it from my father?”

“Long before I had to marry her. I imagined we ride together again one day,” he whispers. “She didn’t give it a name.”

“Beleza,“ you mumble. “That was the name I gave her when she was a foal. I was so sad when my father told me he sold the mare.”

“Beleza,��� the king repeats. “A beautiful name, Y/N.” He carefully takes a few steps toward you. “Do you want to see the horse? Maybe it remembers you.”

“I spend many nights at the stable and didn’t recognize her,” you sniffle. “How could I not see that it was Beleza? She’s the only survivor.”

“No, she’s not,” he closes the distance between the two of you to bring you into his arms. “You’re here. Peggy didn’t win. She failed.“

“The queen?“ you close your eyes and allow yourself to inhale his scent. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” Steve lies. He cannot tell you about the queen’s betrayal. Not yet. If he does, he’ll lose you forever. “Do you want to see Beleza? We can go to the stables. I got time.”

He runs his hands up and down your back, purring low in his throat as you make a soft noise. “I’d like to see her.”

“That’s Amis,“ Steve points at his horse. “A strong horse. He once saved my life. I got heavily injured, but Amis found his way home.”

“Amis,“ you gently run your hand over the stallion’s back. “Strong, and majestic. He’s worthy of being a king’s horse.”

Steve watches you talk to the horse. His heart beats a little faster as you whisper something in the horse’s ear. “I hope to be worthy of being his rider.”

“You’re a king,” you remind him.

“Being a king doesn’t mean I’m worthy,” he stands behind you to sniff at your neck. “I think that I lost the right to call myself a king since my queen died. Maybe even for a longer time.”

You wrap your arms around the stallion’s neck, sighing as the familiar scent of horses and straw fills your nostrils.

“You lost your way, your majesty. Maybe your brother can help you find it.”

“Bucky tried. The Lord knows he tried so hard to tell me Peggy is not a good wife. I almost abandoned him,” he admits. “He’s my brother, and I turned my back on him. How could I?”

You’re not sure if you can tell the king what you think about him, and his behavior. You are still scared of the alpha.

He can change his mind at any time and throw you into the dungeon.

“It’s not my place, my king,” you lower your eyes as Steve moves to your side to watch you. “You’re a king. I’m a peasant.”

“You’re my true mate, my love,” he corrects. Steve can see the fear in your eyes return. “You should greet Beleza now. She’s waiting for you. I’ll be outside, Y/N.”

“Thank you, my king.”

“You showed her the horses, that’s good,” Bucky watches his brother bury his nose in a book. “What else did you do?”

“I walked her back to her chamber, and wished her a good night,” Steve looks up from his book. “I followed your advice. Y/N is scared and vulnerable. I need to take things slow.”

“It must be hard not getting what you want, your majesty,” grinning Bucky closes his book. “She will make sure you court for her like an alpha, and a king should.”

“Y/N is worth it. I will try my best to become the alpha man she deserves.”

“Well then, brother. I’ll help you…”

Before you (8)

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second's (eclectic) masterlist

Hello! Under the cut, you’ll find all the fics I’ve written for these fandoms:

television:

The Artful Dodger ⁎ Bodyguard ⁎ Bridgerton ⁎ Daisy Jones & The Six

Daybreak ⁎ Deadly Class ⁎ Dickinson ⁎ A Discovery of Witches ⁎ Dollface

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier ⁎ For All Mankind ⁎ Gilmore Girls ⁎ Hawkeye

Heartstopper ⁎ The Irregulars ⁎ Loki ⁎ The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel

Masters of the Air ⁎ My Lady Jane ⁎ Nancy Drew ⁎ Never Have I Ever

Peaky Blinders ⁎ Percy Jackson and the Olympians ⁎ Preacher

The Queen's Gambit ⁎ Riverdale ⁎ Sanditon ⁎ Schmigadoon! ⁎ Sex Education

The Sex Lives of College Girls ⁎ Stranger Things ⁎ Ted Lasso

The Umbrella Academy ⁎ WandaVision ⁎ Why Didn't They Ask Evans?

The Wilds

film:

Avengers: Endgame ⁎ Black Widow ⁎ The Hunger Games ⁎ Inception

King Kong ⁎ Marriage Story ⁎ No Time to Die ⁎ Spider-Man ⁎ Star Trek

Thor: Ragnorak ⁎ Top Gun: Maverick ⁎ Twisters ⁎ Wonder Woman

daisy jones & the six

E / 3k / Eddie x Camila - “Just Like Andy Warhol Said”

T / 1k - “Life and Death in Laurel Canyon”

E / 4k / Karen x Graham - “Typical Wonderful View”

deadly class

E / 5k / Petra x Billy - “Rats’ Waltz”

E / 9k / Petra x Billy x Lex - “We Test on Rats”

dickinson

M / 2k / Emily x Sue - “Another Dickinson”

T / 1k - “How Luscious Lies”

G / 376 / Emily x Sue - “Lands Away”

a discovery of witches (phoebe x marcus)

E / 2k - “Gladly Be a Fool”

E / 3k - “The Night Today”

the falcon and the winter soldier

T / 7k / Sam x Bucky - 3 Simple Rules for Dating a Centenarian

T / 1k - “À la Carter”

E / 5k / Bucky x Sarah - “Chasing Water Pumps”

E / 8k / Sam x Bucky - The Great Madripoorian Snake Off

T / 3k / Bucky x Sarah - “Guest Side Story”

T / 3k / Sam x Bucky - “Never a Gull Moment”

T / 4k / Sam x Bucky - “Stare Enough”

T / 2k / Sam x Bucky - “They're Sayin' (You're Gonna Be My Man)”

for all mankind

T / 1k / Margo x Sergei - “The Bridges of Madison”

G / 286 / Pam x Ellen - “Ode to the Front Porch”

T / 1k - “This Mortal Doyle”

gilmore girls (rory x jess)

E / 11k - Dreams I’ve Yet to Find

E / 24k - You Need Me to Be With You

the hunger games

E / 2k / Peeta x Johanna - “Elevator Pitch”

E / 2k / Katniss x Peeta - “Finally, Finally”

E / 4k / Katniss x Cato - “Lonely at the Top”

loki

G / 1k - “If You're a Robot and You Know It, Clap Your Hands”

G / 1k - “Mr. Second Chance”

T / 2k - “Riding in Cars With Lokis”

my lady jane

T / 1k / Guildford x Jane - “After the Horse Has Bolted”

E / 3k / Jane x Guildford - “Bad Latin”

E / 3k / Jane x Guildford - “Emotionally Stabled”

E / 15k / Jane x Guildford - It's Enough, It's Enough

E / 4k / Guildford x Jane - “Pure Grey”

T / 4k / Stan x Frances - “So, Hey, Check Me Out”

E / 1k / Jane x Guildford - “These Days Forth”

never have i ever (devi x paxton)

E / 4k - “Boy Meets Girlfriend”

M / 2k - “No Harm, No Towel”

T / 4k - “Runaway Ride”

M / 5k - “Swimming the Sonoran”

peaky blinders

E / 15k / Tommy x Grace - The Grand Dream of Things

E / 3k / Tommy x May - “Preferred Pastimes”

percy jackson and the olympians (2023- )

G / 830 / Sally x Poseidon - “but for the grace of gods”

G / 1k - “lullaby for a rottweiler”

T / 1k / Percy x Annabeth - “salt-and-vinegar dreams”

G / 967 / Percy x Annabeth - “soundtrack to a tooth alignment”

M / 875 / Sally x Poseidon - “a tall, tall tale no one believes”

sex education

E / 3k / Ola x Lily - “and the stars (they all aligned)”

E / 2k / Maeve x Isaac - “Please May I…?”

star trek

E / 3k / Bones x Carol - “The Deserted Planet, the Gorgeous Woman, and the Goddamn Torpedo”

E / 7k / Scotty x Jaylah - Something to Fix

stranger things

T / 2k / Steve x Nancy - “Always Mr. Right”

T / 458 / Eddie x Chrissy - “And Here’s to You, Chrissy Cunningham”

T / 1k / Lucas x Max - “The Kate Escape”

T / 1k / Lucas x Max - “The Lovers’ Lake Effect”

ted lasso

E / 8k / Keeley x Rebecca - “Cat Ladies”

T / 1k - “Crimminology”

E / 2k / Roy x Keeley - “The Halftime of It”

E / 3k / Ted x Sassy - “Sass Backwards”

wandavision

E / 34k / Darcy x Jimmy - Hex Life

G / 1k / Wanda x Vision - “Mailbox Blues”

T / 1k / Wanda x Vision - “The Neighbour Never Rings Twice”

G / 1k / Wanda x Vision - “One Papaya, Two Papaya”

T / 26k / Darcy x Jimmy - Only in a Sitcom

G / 1k / Wanda x Vision - “Our Names in a Heart”

why didn’t they ask evans? (frankie x bobby)

E / 2k - “One-Man Chauffeur”

E / 5k - “Sailors’ Hands”

the wilds

T / 2k - “Fourth Coming”

T / 738 - “Interviews by the Pool”

T / 1k / Shelby x Toni - “a verse about expecting the worst”

one-offs

Avengers: Endgame : Dolls' Eyes

Black Widow : “Same Day, Different Jumpsuit”

Bodyguard : “Don’t Ever Let Me Start”

Daybreak : “Garden-Variety Monsters”

Dollface : “Fender Is the Night”

Hawkeye : “An All-American January Christmas”

Heartstopper : “we sum up perfection like a handbook”

Inception (2010) : “Je Ne Regrette Rien”

The Irregulars : “The Sun Is Coming Up (I Think It’s Time)”

King Kong (2005) : “I’m Actually Quite Familiar With Your Work”

Marriage Story (2019) : “the whole night and the next day together”

No Time to Die : “The Blood You Owe”

Preacher : “Lonely, Handsome”

Sanditon : “Finding Georgiana”

Schmigadoon! : “I Fleetly Flee, I Fly”

The Sex Lives of College Girls : “An Abundance of Caution Tape”

Thor: Ragnorak : “In the Arms of the Anus”

Twisters (2024) : “get ya thinkin' (that you need me)”

The Umbrella Academy : “The Park Across the Way”

Wonder Woman (2017) : “Unconquered”

my fic masterlists

10 fics - the artful dodger

10 fics - bridgerton

13 fics - the marvelous mrs. maisel (midge x lenny)

12 fics - masters of the air

13 fics - nancy drew

13 fics - the queen's gambit (beth x benny)

38 fics - riverdale

71 fics - spideychelle

21 fics - top gun: maverick

[jakes3resin]

THE HALLUCINATION!BUCKY AU.... ive been thinking thoughts dude

do you think that the other boys would let that shit slide and lie to buck or nah? especially if they saw how bucky dealt with his disappearance, would they give him that clutch or nah

would the hallucination ever change? like degenerate or grow weaker?

does the presence of the hallucination help buck come to terms with his feelings towards bucky or nah

Personally, I think Croz and Rosie laid down a very strict 'Do not say Major Egan is dead to Major Cleven or we will find you' rule on base because they saw how bad Buck was feeling. Croz was just too soft asking after Bucky. Rosie looked like he was two seconds away from hugging Buck and letting him cry.

Buck also is very good at pulling on a mask to hide his emotions. You only see them if you've known him for a long time and learn the signs or if you're Bucky tbh. Most of the boys at Thorpe Abbotts only know the stories of Buck and Bucky not the men, so his mask fools them. The last of the OGs he can't fool like Harry, Jack, Douglass, and Blakely, and I do think when they notice him turning to his side with a smile they know he only showed Bucky or muttering something under his breath to no one, they don't say anything. They've all lost someone, and if this is how Buck needs to cope, they just try to keep him stable. They simply try to be there for him how they can. The new guys don't see a thing because Buck is good at hiding.

I don't see the hallucinations degenerating even years down the line (if Bucky actually dies). I think they'd grow actually because the more time that passes, the more Buck clutches to what little he has left. I do think occasionally the Bucky he sees degenerates as in he sees the Bucky that walked into Stalag Luft III covered in blood or on a really bad day he sees a Bucky with a bullet hole in his head (on his head? I'm tired I can't remember which is grammatically correct).

Hallucination Bucky would definitely help Buck come to terms with his feelings for Bucky if he hasn't already. In my AUs most of the time the pair of them are already together, so Hallucination Bucky is just a sign, a heartbreaking soul destroying sign, that Buck loves his John so much he can't let go.

I love talking about Hallucination!Bucky and your ask was amazing!!!