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[a-reader-and-a-writer]

I Love You, But More Importantly, I Trust You (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Fandom: Marvel, Avengers, Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier Word Count: 2911 Summary: It's Valentine's Day and Bucky isn't sure what to give you that will adequately express how he really feels. Finally, he decides to give you the one piece of himself he's been hiding all this time... TW: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Past Trauma, Emotional & Physical Scars, Description of Past Injuries, Undressing, Kissing Note: Happy Valentine's Day!!! I thought our favorite traumatized soldier needed some loving today (even if it involves some emotional vulnerability first)

“Hey, Buck. Are you all ready for tonight?”

Bucky glanced up from the television screen, one eyebrow raised slightly, to stare at his best friend as he walked into the room followed closely by Sam. “What’s tonight?”

“Umm, Valentine’s Day?” Sam said. “Damn, I know you’ve been on ice for the last 70 or so of them, but wasn’t that a thing back in the 40’s?”

Steve chuckled. “It was but back then Bucky…well, let’s just say he didn’t usually keep the same girl around for more than a few dates.”

Sinking into the couch cushion, Bucky muttered, “Steve was the romantic one. I was young and cocky and just looking for a good time, not something serious.”

Sam plopped down on the arm of the couch. “You better not let your girlfriend hear you say that or Tony’ll have to build you a new right arm to match that shiny left one.”

“What I have with her is nothing like those girls in the past!” Bucky snapped, but then his tone softened as he stared down at his hands. “I…I love her.” 

He had first whispered those words to you a few months ago when he asked you to share his quarters in the Tower with him, but it was still strange saying them in front of his friends. Neither of you were big on public displays of affection or grand romantic gestures so Bucky doubted either Steve or Sam realized how deeply he truly cared about you. To them, this might just seem like another fling or someone to keep his bed warm, but in reality, nothing could be farther from the truth.

As if reading his mind, Steve placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze. “Well, today’s the day you’re supposed to prove that to her. Why don’t you buy her some flowers, a box of chocolate, a stuffed animal or two, and then take her out for a nice dinner? That’s what most people do. Just show her a good time and then let her know what she means to you. She’ll love it.”

Bucky nodded though he wasn’t so sure. That stuff might be fine for most girls, but you weren’t most girls. Far from it. You were unlike anyone he had ever met before and while he did want to do something special to show you how he felt, he knew fancy food and generic trinkets weren’t the way. He would have to find something else, something you would value more than the crap they were selling at all the local stores. 

And as much as the idea terrified him, he thought he knew just the thing.

Dragging yourself into your quarters as soon as the Quinjet landed, you flopped back onto the bed and draped your arm across your eyes. You loved your job and couldn’t imagine being anything other than a SHIELD agent, but weeks like this left you considering an early retirement. Globetrotting and tracking down rogue agents on less than a few hours of sleep had been the dream a few years ago. However, as you got older–and now actually had someone waiting for you when you came home–that life was losing some of its appeal.

You had just started to slip into unconsciousness when you heard a shuffling come to a stop at the edge of the room. Without moving your arm from its place over your eyes, you mumbled, “Hey, baby. Sorry I didn’t come find you but you weren’t around when I came in so I thought you might be out. However–” you said with a tired chuckle “–it would seem as though we’re both home.”

“How was it?”

Noting a slight tension in Bucky’s voice, you began to answer his question. “Ugh, just the same old, same old. Fury is all over my ass about this latest intel. I told him I can’t do anything else until he gives me–” 

You fell silent as you raised your head and got your first glimpse of your boyfriend. He was wearing your ratty, faded pink bathrobe that was stretched taut across his muscular shoulders and arms. The bottoms of the robe hung open and loose–revealing a glimpse of his boxers underneath–but at the top across his bare chest, he clutched the robe closed securely as if his life depended on it. His teeth were clenched tightly, his long hair grazing his pronounced jawline as it fell over his face. And even though his eyes were partially obscured and he was avoiding your gaze, it was impossible not to recognize the fear within them.

Sitting up, you softly asked, “Hey, Buck… what’s going on?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” he muttered bluntly as if that explained everything. 

Quietly, you cursed to yourself. You had never given a damn about Valentine’s Day, even as a little kid in school when you were supposed to pass out the cheap cards all the parents bought for everyone in class. And now as an adult, things haven't changed. In fact, until he mentioned it, the significance of the day had completely slipped your mind. But even now that you had been reminded, it didn’t explain why Bucky was wearing your robe.

“I guess it is. Did we…did we have plans? I can’t for the life of me remember us talking about it but you know how I tend to lose track of everything while I’m gone on a mission. I could–Well, it’s kind of late to get a reservation, but we could try to order in?” 

Bucky didn’t respond. Instead, he just continued to stand in the bedroom doorway, the knuckles on his right hand starting to turn white with how tightly he was clutching the sides of the robe shut. 

Afraid he might be having some sort of flashback and unsure of what to do, you slid to the edge of the bed until your feet rested on the floor. “Bucky? Baby, did something happen? Why are you wearing that?”

Taking a long, deep breath, Bucky muttered, “Steve and Sam said on Valentine’s Day people are supposed to give each other flowers and chocolates and crappy stuffed animals to show how much they care about each other. I started to go to the store to get you those things, but thinking about it, nothing felt right. I’m sure you would act like you loved it, but we both know you don’t care about that kind of shit. Plus, none of that would show you how I really feel about you. So, instead, I decided to give you me…All of me.”

As his grip on the robe slowly started to loosen, you inhaled sharply as it hit you what he was planning. Jumping from the bed, you crossed the room in three long strides and placed your hands over his, stopping the robe from falling open. “No, Buck, you don’t have to do that. I mean, it’s incredible that you thought to offer, but I don’t want you doing anything you’re not comfortable with just because of the date on the calendar.”

For the first time since you came home, Bucky lifted his head to look you straight in the eye. Fear still radiated from him–causing his blue eyes to seem even brighter than usual–but beyond that was a steely determination that you had only seen in the heat of battle. Gently, he removed your hands from his as he said in a strong, clear voice, “I want to. I love you, doll. And more importantly, I trust you.”

Tears began to blur your vision but you quickly blinked them away. Some people might have been slightly annoyed to hear him put trust over love, but you knew that to Bucky, trust was the most important thing in the world. He had been used, lied to, and betrayed so many times that he hadn’t been sure he could ever fully trust someone again.

He had told you as much just before the two of you had slept together for the first time. However, that night had just seemed like a one-time hook-up after an intense mission so as long as he gave you what you needed, you couldn’t give a fuck whether he trusted you or not. But when one time turned into two which turned into three which eventually turned into feelings developing on both sides, it became more of an issue. And while you knew at this point he trusted you more than almost anyone else, there was still one part of himself he hid from you. 

No one but a select few SHIELD doctors had ever seen the place where Bucky’s shoulder met his metal arm. In the locker rooms before missions, he would disappear into the bathroom stall to change into his uniform. He would join everyone at the pool or the beach but refused to go in the water or get wet enough to cause his shirt to cling tightly to his body. And when the two of you were alone and got intimate, he always left his shirt or jacket on the entire time. 

The only few times he had made an exception to this was after he bought a set of triple-layer blackout curtains for the bedroom, and even then it was a rare occurrence he would strip down completely. When he did, out of respect for him, you tried your best not to let your fingers brush against his shoulder in the darkness, but it had occasionally happened. Even without being able to see it, the feeling of the tough ridge of scar tissue abruptly shifting into cold, smooth metal painted enough of a mental image for you to have a vague idea of what it must be like. 

And you understood why he wanted to keep it hidden from view.

But now Bucky was standing before you in the middle of a fully lit room prepared to bare all. All he had to do was drop the robe.

Taking a step back, you nodded. “If this is what you want—if you think you’re ready to show me— then I’m ready. But, baby, don’t do this unless you are positive you’re not going to regret it.”

The smallest flicker of a smile flashed across Bucky’s face as his fingers tightened around the edges of the robe. “I told you…I trust you.”

And he let your robe drop to the floor.

It took everything in you not to react or burst into tears as you gazed at where his scarred, raised flesh melded into shiny metal. The way the arm was fused into his mangled skin made your stomach churn and bile burn in the back of your throat. But it wasn’t its appearance that made you on the edge of breaking down. No. It was the thought of how much pain and torture HYDRA had put Bucky through to do this. How these visible scars were just the beginning of the damage they inflicted on him and how even though he had broken free of their control, there were just as many scars left behind that you couldn’t see as there were on display before you right now.

Bucky’s eyes were laser-focused on your face, seemingly scanning it for any clue as to what you were thinking. Stepping closer to him once more, you wet your lips before asking, “Can… Can I touch it?” 

He nodded slightly but just before your fingers brushed against the metal, you drew your fingers back. “It won’t hurt you, will it?”

“Sometimes it still hurts,” he admitted, “but not when it’s touched. There’s just some leftover nerve damage that flares up from time to time. Hurts like hell, but even that’s nothing compared to how it was at first.”

He had never mentioned still having pain, but even more than that, he had never talked about the transition period from Bucky Barnes into the Winter Soldier, at least not to you. There was a file somewhere that contained all the information SHIELD had collected on him from various HYDRA bases they had raided as well as a SHIELD interview that had been conducted when Bucky first joined, but out of respect for Bucky, you had never sought it out. 

“You remember that? Wha–what they did to you?”

“I remember every second of it.” The venom in Bucky’s words caught you momentarily off guard, but you understood it wasn’t you that hatred was directed at. “They might have wiped most of my conscious memory, but the process never erased the pain. They didn’t want it to. It was left as a reminder of what they could do and as a promise of what would happen again if I didn’t follow their orders.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Looking at his shoulder again, your own rage bubbled in your chest. “All those bastards who did this to you better be glad they’re dead because if I ever got my hands on them–”

Bucky chuckled softly. “If I remember correctly, you did get your hands on a few of them.”

“Yeah, but that was before I knew what they had done to you. If I had, I would have made them regret every scar and mark they left on your body.” 

But as disgusted as you were at what HYDRA had made Bucky endure, you knew your hatred wasn’t what he needed right now. So, placing one hand on the side of his face, you turned your thoughts to the gift he had given you instead. “But, hey, I know I can’t fix what they did. However, I hope you know seeing this doesn’t change how I feel about you. If anything, it makes me love you more.”

Taking his metal hand, you gently placed a kiss on his cold fingertips. Then you placed another on his knuckles. Then the back of his hand. Then his wrist. 

Slowly, you moved up his arm, peppering soft, feather-like kisses along the way. You knew despite its hard, steely appearance, the vibranium prosthetic was sensitive enough to detect the slightest changes in temperature or the lightest of pressures. And judging by the way Bucky’s eyes flickered closed as he leaned his head back with a peaceful sigh, he could feel each and every one of your kisses. 

You had done this many times before, especially on those nights he was wrestling with his past or consumed with feelings of guilt and remorse. It was always the same: you started at his fingertips and continued until you reached the red star on his shoulder. Each kiss was to remind him you loved him—all of him. 

However, this time, after you kissed the star, you didn’t stop. Bucky’s eyes flew open and his body went rigid as you placed a kiss on the top of his shoulder…one on the silver metal covering his chest…one on the place where skin and metal met. 

You could feel him shaking slightly and you peered up through your lashes to make sure he was still alright. When he caught you staring, he gave you the smallest of nods. With this reassurance, you placed another kiss on his scars and another. You moved diligently from the top of his shoulder down to the very bottom of the metal plating. Once there, you worked your way back up the same path. When you reached the top of his shoulder, you began moving up his neck and then across his jaw.

You only stopped when your lips were hovering a breath above his. Tears were glistening in both of your eyes as you whispered, “I know you thought this would change things or make me feel different about you, and it has.” Bucky’s face crumpled slightly and he tried to pull away, but you held his face firmly in your hand. As you smiled, you continued, “I thought I loved you this morning. But seeing how much I mean to you, how much you truly trust me…I’ve never loved anyone or felt as loved by them as I do right now. This is the greatest gift anyone has ever given me. Thank you, baby.”

You leaned forward slightly, pressing your lips against his as you tried to put all of your love and gratitude into the kiss so he knew what he meant to you. For just a second, he froze. But then Bucky melted into you as you felt the last of his walls crumble around you. He was standing before you as raw and as vulnerable as a person could be, it was the most breathtaking thing you had ever experienced.

Without breaking the kiss, you took his cold, hard hand in your warm, soft one and blindly began leading him to the bed. Once there, you turned so his back was to the mattress and you pressed forward, forcing him down onto his back. 

Finally breaking the kiss, you climbed onto the bed too, straddling his waist as you placed your hand over the damaged part of his arm he had shared with you. Rolling your hips slightly against his, you purred, “It’s still Valentine’s Day and though I don’t have anything half as special as the gift you gave me, I plan on spending the rest of the night showing you how much I love you.”

In one fluid motion, you removed your shirt and tossed it behind you where it landed on top of the discarded robe. 

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[marvel-lous-guy]

Sam: Happy Birthday Steve! I got you a card

Steve: *nervously* aww, thanks Sam! You didn't have to do that

Sam: what kind of friend would I be if I didn't get my best friend a damn card on his birthday?

Steve: haha, yeah... thanks!

Sam: What did you get Steve then, barnes?

Bucky: I didn't get Steve a Birthday card

Sam: Why not? I thought he was your best friend?

Bucky: I made a habit of only buying friends Birthday cards when it's their Birthday

Sam: but it is Steves Birthday... it's the 4th July Buck! Don't tell me you forgot your best friends Birthday?

Steve: *trying to hint to Buck to go with it and shut up* yeah, Buck! What do you mean it's not my Birthday!? 4th of July is my Birthday!

Bucky: No it's not. Some guy asked you when your Birthday was when you were in costume and you panicked and said 4th July-

Steve: *tackles Buck* NO! MY BIRTHDAY IS 4TH JULY! YOU JUST FORGOT AND I FORFIVE YOU FOR THAT!

Sam: You lied!? Wait! When is his actual Birthday?

Bucky: *wrestling Steve off of him* It's the-

Steve: *body throws Buck through a wall between the corridor and Tony's personal lab*

Tony: His Birthday is the 14th November.

Steve: *panics*

Sam: How the hell would you know!?

Tony: My dad remembered his more than he remembered mine

[bisamwilson]

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[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

I Love You, But More Importantly, I Trust You (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Fandom: Marvel, Avengers, Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier Word Count: 2911 Summary: It's Valentine's Day and Bucky isn't sure what to give you that will adequately express how he really feels. Finally, he decides to give you the one piece of himself he's been hiding all this time... TW: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Past Trauma, Emotional & Physical Scars, Description of Past Injuries, Undressing, Kissing Note: Happy Valentine's Day!!! I thought our favorite traumatized soldier needed some loving today (even if it involves some emotional vulnerability first)

“Hey, Buck. Are you all ready for tonight?”

Bucky glanced up from the television screen, one eyebrow raised slightly, to stare at his best friend as he walked into the room followed closely by Sam. “What’s tonight?”

“Umm, Valentine’s Day?” Sam said. “Damn, I know you’ve been on ice for the last 70 or so of them, but wasn’t that a thing back in the 40’s?”

Steve chuckled. “It was but back then Bucky…well, let’s just say he didn’t usually keep the same girl around for more than a few dates.”

Sinking into the couch cushion, Bucky muttered, “Steve was the romantic one. I was young and cocky and just looking for a good time, not something serious.”

Sam plopped down on the arm of the couch. “You better not let your girlfriend hear you say that or Tony’ll have to build you a new right arm to match that shiny left one.”

“What I have with her is nothing like those girls in the past!” Bucky snapped, but then his tone softened as he stared down at his hands. “I…I love her.” 

He had first whispered those words to you a few months ago when he asked you to share his quarters in the Tower with him, but it was still strange saying them in front of his friends. Neither of you were big on public displays of affection or grand romantic gestures so Bucky doubted either Steve or Sam realized how deeply he truly cared about you. To them, this might just seem like another fling or someone to keep his bed warm, but in reality, nothing could be farther from the truth.

As if reading his mind, Steve placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze. “Well, today’s the day you’re supposed to prove that to her. Why don’t you buy her some flowers, a box of chocolate, a stuffed animal or two, and then take her out for a nice dinner? That’s what most people do. Just show her a good time and then let her know what she means to you. She’ll love it.”

Bucky nodded though he wasn’t so sure. That stuff might be fine for most girls, but you weren’t most girls. Far from it. You were unlike anyone he had ever met before and while he did want to do something special to show you how he felt, he knew fancy food and generic trinkets weren’t the way. He would have to find something else, something you would value more than the crap they were selling at all the local stores. 

And as much as the idea terrified him, he thought he knew just the thing.

Dragging yourself into your quarters as soon as the Quinjet landed, you flopped back onto the bed and draped your arm across your eyes. You loved your job and couldn’t imagine being anything other than a SHIELD agent, but weeks like this left you considering an early retirement. Globetrotting and tracking down rogue agents on less than a few hours of sleep had been the dream a few years ago. However, as you got older–and now actually had someone waiting for you when you came home–that life was losing some of its appeal.

You had just started to slip into unconsciousness when you heard a shuffling come to a stop at the edge of the room. Without moving your arm from its place over your eyes, you mumbled, “Hey, baby. Sorry I didn’t come find you but you weren’t around when I came in so I thought you might be out. However–” you said with a tired chuckle “–it would seem as though we’re both home.”

“How was it?”

Noting a slight tension in Bucky’s voice, you began to answer his question. “Ugh, just the same old, same old. Fury is all over my ass about this latest intel. I told him I can’t do anything else until he gives me–” 

You fell silent as you raised your head and got your first glimpse of your boyfriend. He was wearing your ratty, faded pink bathrobe that was stretched taut across his muscular shoulders and arms. The bottoms of the robe hung open and loose–revealing a glimpse of his boxers underneath–but at the top across his bare chest, he clutched the robe closed securely as if his life depended on it. His teeth were clenched tightly, his long hair grazing his pronounced jawline as it fell over his face. And even though his eyes were partially obscured and he was avoiding your gaze, it was impossible not to recognize the fear within them.

Sitting up, you softly asked, “Hey, Buck… what’s going on?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” he muttered bluntly as if that explained everything. 

Quietly, you cursed to yourself. You had never given a damn about Valentine’s Day, even as a little kid in school when you were supposed to pass out the cheap cards all the parents bought for everyone in class. And now as an adult, things haven't changed. In fact, until he mentioned it, the significance of the day had completely slipped your mind. But even now that you had been reminded, it didn’t explain why Bucky was wearing your robe.

“I guess it is. Did we…did we have plans? I can’t for the life of me remember us talking about it but you know how I tend to lose track of everything while I’m gone on a mission. I could–Well, it’s kind of late to get a reservation, but we could try to order in?” 

Bucky didn’t respond. Instead, he just continued to stand in the bedroom doorway, the knuckles on his right hand starting to turn white with how tightly he was clutching the sides of the robe shut. 

Afraid he might be having some sort of flashback and unsure of what to do, you slid to the edge of the bed until your feet rested on the floor. “Bucky? Baby, did something happen? Why are you wearing that?”

Taking a long, deep breath, Bucky muttered, “Steve and Sam said on Valentine’s Day people are supposed to give each other flowers and chocolates and crappy stuffed animals to show how much they care about each other. I started to go to the store to get you those things, but thinking about it, nothing felt right. I’m sure you would act like you loved it, but we both know you don’t care about that kind of shit. Plus, none of that would show you how I really feel about you. So, instead, I decided to give you me…All of me.”

As his grip on the robe slowly started to loosen, you inhaled sharply as it hit you what he was planning. Jumping from the bed, you crossed the room in three long strides and placed your hands over his, stopping the robe from falling open. “No, Buck, you don’t have to do that. I mean, it’s incredible that you thought to offer, but I don’t want you doing anything you’re not comfortable with just because of the date on the calendar.”

For the first time since you came home, Bucky lifted his head to look you straight in the eye. Fear still radiated from him–causing his blue eyes to seem even brighter than usual–but beyond that was a steely determination that you had only seen in the heat of battle. Gently, he removed your hands from his as he said in a strong, clear voice, “I want to. I love you, doll. And more importantly, I trust you.”

Tears began to blur your vision but you quickly blinked them away. Some people might have been slightly annoyed to hear him put trust over love, but you knew that to Bucky, trust was the most important thing in the world. He had been used, lied to, and betrayed so many times that he hadn’t been sure he could ever fully trust someone again.

He had told you as much just before the two of you had slept together for the first time. However, that night had just seemed like a one-time hook-up after an intense mission so as long as he gave you what you needed, you couldn’t give a fuck whether he trusted you or not. But when one time turned into two which turned into three which eventually turned into feelings developing on both sides, it became more of an issue. And while you knew at this point he trusted you more than almost anyone else, there was still one part of himself he hid from you. 

No one but a select few SHIELD doctors had ever seen the place where Bucky’s shoulder met his metal arm. In the locker rooms before missions, he would disappear into the bathroom stall to change into his uniform. He would join everyone at the pool or the beach but refused to go in the water or get wet enough to cause his shirt to cling tightly to his body. And when the two of you were alone and got intimate, he always left his shirt or jacket on the entire time. 

The only few times he had made an exception to this was after he bought a set of triple-layer blackout curtains for the bedroom, and even then it was a rare occurrence he would strip down completely. When he did, out of respect for him, you tried your best not to let your fingers brush against his shoulder in the darkness, but it had occasionally happened. Even without being able to see it, the feeling of the tough ridge of scar tissue abruptly shifting into cold, smooth metal painted enough of a mental image for you to have a vague idea of what it must be like. 

And you understood why he wanted to keep it hidden from view.

But now Bucky was standing before you in the middle of a fully lit room prepared to bare all. All he had to do was drop the robe.

Taking a step back, you nodded. “If this is what you want—if you think you’re ready to show me— then I’m ready. But, baby, don’t do this unless you are positive you’re not going to regret it.”

The smallest flicker of a smile flashed across Bucky’s face as his fingers tightened around the edges of the robe. “I told you…I trust you.”

And he let your robe drop to the floor.

It took everything in you not to react or burst into tears as you gazed at where his scarred, raised flesh melded into shiny metal. The way the arm was fused into his mangled skin made your stomach churn and bile burn in the back of your throat. But it wasn’t its appearance that made you on the edge of breaking down. No. It was the thought of how much pain and torture HYDRA had put Bucky through to do this. How these visible scars were just the beginning of the damage they inflicted on him and how even though he had broken free of their control, there were just as many scars left behind that you couldn’t see as there were on display before you right now.

Bucky’s eyes were laser-focused on your face, seemingly scanning it for any clue as to what you were thinking. Stepping closer to him once more, you wet your lips before asking, “Can… Can I touch it?” 

He nodded slightly but just before your fingers brushed against the metal, you drew your fingers back. “It won’t hurt you, will it?”

“Sometimes it still hurts,” he admitted, “but not when it’s touched. There’s just some leftover nerve damage that flares up from time to time. Hurts like hell, but even that’s nothing compared to how it was at first.”

He had never mentioned still having pain, but even more than that, he had never talked about the transition period from Bucky Barnes into the Winter Soldier, at least not to you. There was a file somewhere that contained all the information SHIELD had collected on him from various HYDRA bases they had raided as well as a SHIELD interview that had been conducted when Bucky first joined, but out of respect for Bucky, you had never sought it out. 

“You remember that? Wha–what they did to you?”

“I remember every second of it.” The venom in Bucky’s words caught you momentarily off guard, but you understood it wasn’t you that hatred was directed at. “They might have wiped most of my conscious memory, but the process never erased the pain. They didn’t want it to. It was left as a reminder of what they could do and as a promise of what would happen again if I didn’t follow their orders.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Looking at his shoulder again, your own rage bubbled in your chest. “All those bastards who did this to you better be glad they’re dead because if I ever got my hands on them–”

Bucky chuckled softly. “If I remember correctly, you did get your hands on a few of them.”

“Yeah, but that was before I knew what they had done to you. If I had, I would have made them regret every scar and mark they left on your body.” 

But as disgusted as you were at what HYDRA had made Bucky endure, you knew your hatred wasn’t what he needed right now. So, placing one hand on the side of his face, you turned your thoughts to the gift he had given you instead. “But, hey, I know I can’t fix what they did. However, I hope you know seeing this doesn’t change how I feel about you. If anything, it makes me love you more.”

Taking his metal hand, you gently placed a kiss on his cold fingertips. Then you placed another on his knuckles. Then the back of his hand. Then his wrist. 

Slowly, you moved up his arm, peppering soft, feather-like kisses along the way. You knew despite its hard, steely appearance, the vibranium prosthetic was sensitive enough to detect the slightest changes in temperature or the lightest of pressures. And judging by the way Bucky’s eyes flickered closed as he leaned his head back with a peaceful sigh, he could feel each and every one of your kisses. 

You had done this many times before, especially on those nights he was wrestling with his past or consumed with feelings of guilt and remorse. It was always the same: you started at his fingertips and continued until you reached the red star on his shoulder. Each kiss was to remind him you loved him—all of him. 

However, this time, after you kissed the star, you didn’t stop. Bucky’s eyes flew open and his body went rigid as you placed a kiss on the top of his shoulder…one on the silver metal covering his chest…one on the place where skin and metal met. 

You could feel him shaking slightly and you peered up through your lashes to make sure he was still alright. When he caught you staring, he gave you the smallest of nods. With this reassurance, you placed another kiss on his scars and another. You moved diligently from the top of his shoulder down to the very bottom of the metal plating. Once there, you worked your way back up the same path. When you reached the top of his shoulder, you began moving up his neck and then across his jaw.

You only stopped when your lips were hovering a breath above his. Tears were glistening in both of your eyes as you whispered, “I know you thought this would change things or make me feel different about you, and it has.” Bucky’s face crumpled slightly and he tried to pull away, but you held his face firmly in your hand. As you smiled, you continued, “I thought I loved you this morning. But seeing how much I mean to you, how much you truly trust me…I’ve never loved anyone or felt as loved by them as I do right now. This is the greatest gift anyone has ever given me. Thank you, baby.”

You leaned forward slightly, pressing your lips against his as you tried to put all of your love and gratitude into the kiss so he knew what he meant to you. For just a second, he froze. But then Bucky melted into you as you felt the last of his walls crumble around you. He was standing before you as raw and as vulnerable as a person could be, it was the most breathtaking thing you had ever experienced.

Without breaking the kiss, you took his cold, hard hand in your warm, soft one and blindly began leading him to the bed. Once there, you turned so his back was to the mattress and you pressed forward, forcing him down onto his back. 

Finally breaking the kiss, you climbed onto the bed too, straddling his waist as you placed your hand over the damaged part of his arm he had shared with you. Rolling your hips slightly against his, you purred, “It’s still Valentine’s Day and though I don’t have anything half as special as the gift you gave me, I plan on spending the rest of the night showing you how much I love you.”

In one fluid motion, you removed your shirt and tossed it behind you where it landed on top of the discarded robe. 

[avrupasya]

my contributions to the valentine's day celebrations in the otomeisekai discord server

[tinylongwing]

Happy Valentine's Day! This piece of mine from the 2019 Month of Love challenge shows you how to win your valentine over with great success - give them the biggest bug you can as a sign of your love!

[gigi-does-art]

Not art but… assigning RE characters a species of bird because why not

(Part 1)

Chris Redfield: Red-tailed Hawk

Jill Valentine: Peregrine Falcon

Albert Wesker: Barn Owl

Leon S. Kennedy: Kestrel

Claire Redfield: Red-tailed Hawk (Just like Chris lol)

Ada Wong: Secretary Bird

Rebecca Chambers: Rosy-faced Lovebird

Billy Coen: Magpie

Sherry Birkin: Sandpiper

Carlos Oliveira: Quetzal

[black-fairy3]

happy valentine’s day🩷🩷

[pretzlforpresident]

Delivery!

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

carlo falcone discovers that he is attracted not only to women

[zer0expektation]

Oswald gagging the whole time he eats the "gotham meat pies" Pyg serves the orphanage fundraiser makes me laugh so much - like bro. you've literally eaten people before. ur fine.

[fairyrosepetals]

💌Super-powered Valentine (2)💌

Part 1, Part 2

🦾Bucky Barnes🦾

When it comes to Mr. James Buchanan Barnes, when you established your relationship all depends on when you met him.

If your first meeting was during the Second World War, get ready for the amount of FLIRTING this man will do.

He’d look at you with those beautiful eyes of his as he’d flash his signature smile, charm coming off him in waves that would make any gal swoon. However, you may not be so easily bought with sugary words and those puppy dog eyes of his.

If you haven’t fell victim to his charms within the first five minutes of talking to him, he knows he’s gotta work for your attention. He’d start dropping all the girls he’s been talking to just so you can have his undivided attention, which you can’t complain about.

This man isn’t afraid to tell you how attractive he finds you, always complimenting you and telling you how good you look in a certain shirt/dress, committing it to memory religiously.

A very handsy man, while praise may be one of his love languages, physical touch is another. Always having a hand around your waist while he talks to Steve, bringing you closer and closer until you’re glued to his side.

Always kissing your hands and knuckles, looking you in the eyes as he kisses your knuckles one by one before leaving a final kiss on the curve of your palm.

Also always calling you some sort of pet name. Baby, angel, doll face, sweetheart, those are the most common ones for him. To you, hearing him call you “Baby” in a low, raspy tone just sends shivers down your spine.

If you met him years later, after his recovery, it may be a bit hard due to the walls he’s put up over the years.

Bucky definitely wants to be “more out there” as Sam says, but he feels rusty and out of the game after being anti-social for so long. So when you came into his life, it was almost as if the wind was knocked out of him.

The moment you are in a relationship with him, you have Bucky wrapped around your finger. He’d do anything for you if it meant showing how much he appreciates your patience and kindness as he heals, as he never had someone like you stick by his side until Sam came along.

Terrified of holding you, it takes a lot of convincing before he can just finally melt into your embrace, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he holds you close.

As Valentine’s rolls around, he’s a bit nervous. Similar to Steve, today’s dating culture makes his mind run crazy. Fortunate enough for him, he has a great friend like Sam to help him out.

He’d encourage him to get out of his comfort zone, make the best of his new found relationship and life by celebrating with the love of his life. I think much like Steve he would take you to a dance hall, but it would just take him a lot of courage to build up and be more bold through his fears.

He’d make sure to pick you up first, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand as he walked you to his car, opening the door first for you to enter before he got in himself.

He’d ask you to dance, fumbling and stepping on your toes from how rusty he is, becoming embarrassed before beginning to get into the groove of things. Next thing you know, it’s as if a professional dancer was hiding within him this whole time.

With your bodies close together, you two would have the biggest smiles on your faces. Laughing the night away as he spun and lifted you into the air, finishing the dance by dipping you as you both shared a kiss as he stared at you with the most love anyone as shown you.

Bucky just wants to feel loved rather than be feared, and you make him feel as if he is worthy of your love rather than feeling as if he needed to be punished. He will always cherish your patience and kindness towards him, and will be sure to show you his appreciation as long as you are willing to stay with him.

🦅Sam Wilson🦅

From the very start, Sam Wilson is very flirty with you, but in the most respectful and endearing way as possible.

That charming smile as he leans in more into your conversation, drinking in every one of your words just makes your knees buckle as he listens intently to what you have to say.

Absolutely loves to make you laugh, whether it be to bring up the most goofiest of topics to bicker and debate about or just singing and getting his groove on with his favorite songs on a mission, Sam is the definition of a sun chasing away a cloudy and dreary day.

If he finds that you hang out with Bucky more than him lately, he gets a tiny bit jealous, just in a way that makes him tease you about you liking the super soldier more than him.

“When did I suddenly take Bucky’s place as the third wheel in this relationship?”

Definitely the kind of boyfriend that spoils you with food. His love language is just finding ways to take care of you, and creating comfort foods that you love after a hard day’s work just to see you smile with a full belly just melts his heart.

I feel like when music comes on in your home, whether you are cooking or cleaning, if it’s a song he absolutely loves he HAS to drop anything he is doing and just dance with you. Clapping and stepping to the beat with a big smile on his face as you join him, singing along quite loudly and comedically as you have full belly laughs while leaning into him as you sway to the music. Sam loves just being able to hold you, and when it comes to music he knows he has an excuse just to be close.

Sam is just as affectionate as some of the other guys, leaving you forehead kisses as well as cheek kisses when he greets you or says his goodbyes, or just pulling you in and kissing you in a way that pours all his love into that single kiss just to let you know how much you mean to him.

Sam is very big on nicknames, calling you sweet things such as sugar, baby, sweetheart, honey, and babycakes, while also complimenting you and making sure you know just how much he adores you. Also LOVES showing you off. Can you really blame him though?

Talks highly about you to his sister whenever he visits. He can never shut up about you, making his nephews tease him about his “crush” and his sister knowing you better than anyone despite you both not being introduced yet. However, she is just excited to meet the person who is able to make her brother’s day a little more brighter.

When Valentine’s Day rolls around, this man goes all out for you. Flowers, chocolates, stuffed animals, anything you’ve been eyeing for the last couple of months, he’s gonna make sure you get it.

“What my baby wants, my baby gets.”

Making sure to get dressed in his best suit before taking you out to a nice dinner that he knows the both of you would enjoy. He’s a simple man, he doesn’t need very grand gestures to show you how much he appreciates you.

He likes to make sure you feel pampered that day, and if you do the same for him? Heart melted.

There would be moments where Bucky wished he could glue his mouth shut, because the moment you gift Sam something on valentine or do some act of love for him, he will not shut up about you.

Overall, Sam loves that he can have a good time with you. Not only that, if you match his energy, he’d sure to love you even more as he is able to goof off with his best friend and the love of his life.

🐍Loki Laufeyson🐍

At heart, Loki is a very naturally romantic person. Knowing all the right words to slither his way into your heart and call you his.

His words are almost like poetry, pulling you in and keeping you in a trance as he describes your beauty as god-like, putting even the most beautiful of flowers to shame.

We all know that Loki has a way with words, making you feel as if you are some ethereal being that is simply too divine to be amongst “normal” humans. However, anyone can suede others with just fancy words.

What makes it genuine to you, however, is the way he looks at you as he says it. When he tells you these sweet words, he has this almost tender-like look on his features.

His eyes softening, his gaze becoming full of adoration and love as he stares at you, gently grazing his hand along side your cheek as he admires you.

“Before I met you, I felt that I couldn’t love anyone. That nobody would be able to fill the void in my heart. But all that changed when I met you. You broke my barriers, you opened me up, you touched my soul, you made me whole, you made me come alive. Now I realize that I am hopelessly in love with you.”

When it comes to physical affection, he prefers not to be so public with it. He believes that the side that shows you his love and admiration towards you is reserved for your eyes only.

He’d hold your face in his Icy hands, fingers brushing over the apples of your cheeks as he kissed you. His kisses somehow gentle but strong enough to feel all his emotions through that one kiss.

Cheek kisses, neck kisses, trailing kisses that start at your hand before traveling up your arm, he wants to make sure that you feel all of him loving you as much as you love him.

Loki’s pet names would include simpler but still meaningful names such as “love, dove, my heart, and darling.”, relying more on his acts and words of affection than just the nicknames.

When Valentine’s Day comes around, he is also a little confused much like his older brother. However, he seems to catch on a lot quicker than Thor and adapts to Valentine’s Day on Earth.

Gifts would be more extravagant in tastes, gifting you jewelry, clothing from Asgard, items that would make you feel like literal royalty. However, some of us prefer more simpler gifts, which could result in whatever hobby you are currently interested in or acts of service such as a massage or just a relaxing bath together.

As for dates, I think Loki would prefer having alone time with you rather than going to a restaurant or staying home. Instead, I think he would prefer taking you to Asgard, taking you to a beautiful yet secluded part of the forests in order for you to enjoy a picnic together.

A forest of over grown plants, flowers, and trees so tall you couldn’t even see the top of them, tying it all in with the crystal clear stream that runs through the forest as you enjoy each other’s company.

Loki has never felt so strongly about anyone before you came into his life, knocking the wind out of him as he suddenly realized his feelings for someone that is not from his own home. Regardless, he will love and cherish you forever, dedicating himself to keeping you in his life forever as he continues to make you feel like the most special person in the world.

——————

Hello everyone!

Thank you so much for the attention you’ve given me on the previous Valentine’s Day post! I really appreciated it and didn’t think so many of you would like it.

This one did come out a little short as I wrote four characters last time, unfortunately I accidentally deleted this and had to start from scratch 😭

Anyways, feel free to comment who you want next if you all want a part three. Valentine’s Day is almost upon us! ❤️

[saturnnutcracker]

Happy Valentine’s time day everyone!!~ and I wish you all a wonderful day!!~

Made two drawings for my girlfriend @falcontheartist

And my best friend @artsynoova / @noovamulticolors

Thank you both for always being there for me and helping me when I needed it~ thank you and I wish you both all the love~

[mutantenfisch]

Another drawing i did last week - Sam Spade as described in The Maltese Falcon

Aka the Nick Valentine blueprint :3

[arpeggio-the-parrot]

Arpeggio being a good husbird and sweetly preening his beloved (me) on this day of LOVE! 💕

[bbyboybucket]

Happy Valentines Day from Cupid Sam 💘