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The (Ex) Files

Summary: Bucky’s mother is the worst.

Pairing: AU!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Warnings: angst, awful mother-in-law, arguments, fluff, protective Bucky

A/N: This was an alternative idea for my series: Monster-in-law. I decided to turn it into a drabble.

Another family gathering—another awful get-together.

You tried to warm up to your mother-in-law; you really tried. The problem is that she doesn’t want to get to know you better or include you in your husband’s family.

She’s still hung up on one of Bucky’s ex-girlfriends. They broke up halfway through college. It’s been years. Still, his mother invites Dot to every family gathering—even Christmas.

She calls her daughter, which is, in your opinion, disrespectful towards your husband and his sister Rebbeca. Her children. You know families don’t have to be related by blood. Some of the happiest people you know were adopted.

It doesn’t irk you that Winnifred is still close to Bucky’s ex-girlfriend. She can befriend anyone she wants to. This is none of your business. But she forces you to face Dot, a woman your husband slept with, every time you visit his family.

In the beginning, you thought Winnifred only needed to warm up to you. You were the new woman in her son’s life—someone he didn’t even introduce to his family before proposing to you.

Bucky tried to explain to her that it was in the heat of the moment and that he had intended to introduce you to her and the rest of his family first.

Your wedding day was not as happy as expected either. Bucky was the perfect groom, the cake was delicious, and the music was too. Sadly, your mother-in-law decided to use her plus one to not bring her husband but Dot.

That was not the first time or the last time she brought you to tears. Many family events came and went, only for you to be left outside. Even though, Rebecca, George, and Bucky tried their best to make you feel welcome.

You liked Bucky’s sister from the beginning, and his father is a strict but kind man. If only his mother had tried to warm up to you. At least a little bit.

For months, you tried to invite her for lunch, a spa day, or just a slice of cake at your favorite café. Every single time, she turned you down, pretending to be busy with something more important.

Most of the time she said no to you only to spend the day with Dot. You heard so through the grapevine, from Rebecca or some mutual friends.

They have a special connection, and you don’t mind. Still, it stings every time you see Winnifred with Dot. She treats her like the daughter-in-law she never had. Her words, not yours.

Bucky told his mother a long time ago, even before you came into the picture, that he doesn’t feel comfortable having his ex-girlfriend around.

He’s not a cruel man. Bucky told his mother that she was free to be friends with Dot but to not force him to see her every time he wanted to visit his parents.

Winnifred ignored his wishes. Just like she ignored you when you called her out. All you got was a shrug, and that you are free to leave if you cannot be around her daughter.

“Just a few more hours,” Bucky whispers in your ear as your eyes drift toward his mother and her chosen daughter once again. “I know, I’m as pissed as you are. I told her to not invite Dot today.”

“She’ll never like me, Buck,” you sniff and look away. You made peace with Winnifred’s indifference when it came to you and your marriage with her son. “I don’t know what I did wrong.”

“Nothing,” he hastily says. “You were an angel as always. From the beginning, it was you trying to have a relationship with my mother. If she doesn’t want to get to know my wife well, then she won’t…” He clears his throat. “We will be on our way back home in no time.”

You rest your head against his shoulder and sigh. “I’d die for some greasy food. Ice cream too, maybe with some red beet.”

Bucky chuckles. “I’ll buy you all the greasy food. Maybe I can eat it off your chest.”

“Buck,” you tut. “We won’t get naughty at your parents’ house. Your mother already hates me, and I don’t want to anger her even more.”

Your husband’s features sadden. He had hoped that his mother would change her behavior. “Y/N, this is not, and never was, your fault.”

“How about I go to the bathroom, and you get me some food? We meet halfway to at least feast on the food Dottie ordered,” you giggle before kissing your husband’s cheek. “I’ll be right back.”

You turn to leave, earning a slap to your ass from your husband. “Hey, watch it, Mr. Barnes!” You point your finger at him.

“I could come with you,” he purrs. “You know, to help you pee.”

On your way back from the bathroom, you slip inside the kitchen to get a glass of water. You stop in your tracks, hearing your mother-in-law and Dot talk low about you.

“Yeah, she’s shamelessly walking around in a too-tight dress,” Dot giggles as Winnifred nags about your outfit, your make-up, and the food you brought to the barbecue. “She’ll never learn.”

You try to ignore their chatter and move past the kitchen to get back to your husband. Right when you are about to walk away, Winnifred calls your name.

“You know, sneaking around someone else’s house to spy on them is impolite,” she snaps at you, eying you up and down. “If you are looking for more food, I suggest salad.” She points at your middle. “You know, you got a little pudgy there.”

You’re taken aback. Winnifred isn’t your biggest fan, but she never openly attacked you.

“Did you eat out of frustration because you’ll never be the daughter-in-law I wanted?” She continues, unaware Bucky is standing right behind her. He came to look for you and, well, get naughty in the bathroom, or maybe his old room.

“No, you and Dot are not worth it.” You reply, a smirk tugging at your lips. “I got a little pudgy because your son and I are expecting our first child.”

You hold out your hand for Bucky to take it. “The reason Bucky didn’t want Dot here today was to announce my pregnancy.”

“And once again, you failed me and my wife,” Bucky adds. He squares his jaw while glaring at his mother. “Well, as Y/N isn’t the daughter-in-law you want, you won’t be missing out when you do not get to know your grandchild.”

“What…I?” She gasps, watching Bucky guide you out of the kitchen to bring you home. He’ll invite his father and Rebecca to celebrate your pregnancy later, excluding his mother for the first time in his life.

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Indifferent (8)

Summary: Your father wanted a bond between you and the Barnes Empire. No matter what.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Characters: Captain Syverson

Warnings: arranged marriage, angst, arguments, mafia au, strong reader, jealousy, language, mentions of domestic violence/slight violence against Bucky  

Catch up here: Indifferent (7)

Indifferent Masterlist

Bucky Barnes walks around town, searching, sniffing to find any trace of you, his wife. He’s not going to let you get away with divorcing him. No way. If anyone ends this marriage, it’s him, not you.

“Fucking brat,” he grits his teeth as he follows one of your friends into a bookstore. “I’ll find her and spank her ass until she can’t sit properly. No one plays with James Buchanan Barnes.”

“Dude, are you okay?” A young boy watches Bucky pace back and forth at the bookstore. “Are you having a heart attack?”

“What?” Bucky is about to get his gun out to shoot the young man when Steve enters the bookstore. “I’ll show you a heart attack!”

“Buck, she’s not here.” Steve places his hand on Bucky’s shoulder to calm his friend. “Let’s go back home. Maybe your mother knows more. We could call her.”

“You’ll keep my mother out of this,” Bucky yells. “If she knows Y/N left me, I’m done for. Winnifred Barnes is unforgivable when it comes to Y/N. My wife sneaked her way into my mother’s heart.”

“Fine. If you say so.” Steve shrugs. “You can just keep on following that woman around town. That’s not even one of Y/N’s friends.”

“No… She was at my home once.” Bucky cocks his head to glance at the woman he was following around town. “I’m sure about it.”

“Buck, you met her friends once, and that’s none of them.” Steve points at the woman. “She looks a little like Cassie, but that’s not her.”

“You know their name?” Bucky furrows his brows. “Why do you know my wife’s friend’s name?”

“I’m paying attention,” Steve bites back, smirking. “She introduced herself when coming to your house. Don’t you remember one of them?”

Bucky huffs and says, “I don’t have time to remember her little friends. I have a business to run and keep my people safe. I’m not a fucking car dealer or shit.”

Steve scoffs but doesn’t say a thing. It’s useless. His friend is out of blood. Bucky won’t give up before he finds you. Steve only hopes he’ll be by his side to stop Bucky from doing anything stupid.

While Bucky gets his phone out to check on his notes, Steve looks around the bookstore. He nods at your friend, silently telling her to leave the bookstore, before Bucky realizes his friend lied to him.

“Alright. She likes books, flowers, and this stupid little café in town. Let’s go there next,” Bucky recites all the things he found out about you. “I don’t think she’s stupid enough to go to that masseur bitch again.”

“Flowers and books, huh?” Steve teases. He watches his friend scowl but doesn’t mind. Steve has known Bucky all his life and how to react to Bucky’s antics. “You did a good job stalking your wife.”

“I was being attentive, punk.” Bucky snaps at his friend. “Do you want to come with me now, or do you have something more interesting going on?”

“I’ll come with you,” Steve replies. “If only to make sure you won’t kill anyone.”

“Have you seen my wife?” Bucky snaps his fingers in front of the barista at your favorite café. “Hello! Did you hear me?”

“Sir, I must ask you to not snap your fingers at me,” she replies, not afraid of Bucky. The barista handles aggressive and annoying customers every day. “I have not seen the woman in the picture. I don’t know her.”

“Buck, I think they have hundreds of customers every day. You cannot expect them to remember your wife,” Steve tries to be the voice of reason and calm his friend once again. “We should have a break and reconsider your decision to hunt your wife down. All this time, you told her that you don’t want to be married to her. What has changed your mind?”

Bucky narrows his eyes. He tries to find an answer, but he can’t. Steve has a point. For all the time he’s been married to you, Bucky didn’t want you. Now he’s following your trail like a lovesick puppy.

Did he change his mind? Does he even want you back? Why now?

“What will you do when we find her, Buck? You can’t drag her back home like some caveman. If you want Y/N to come back, you should have a plan. Let’s not hurry things. Your wife deserves more than an angry husband. Show her respect and maybe buy some flowers.”

Bucky’s features darken. “That little brat will regret leaving me. She’s mine to tame, to spank, and to—” He clears his throat. “But you’re not wrong. Let’s have a coffee and plan how to get her back.”

Outside of town, you’re still hiding in the hotel room. Sy wouldn’t leave you out of sight for longer than a few minutes. He left his dog with you when leaving the room. 

Today he went out, leaving his dog with you. “Aika, do you think we can trust Sy?” You quirk a brow as the dog jumps onto the bed to lie next to you. “I always trusted him, but he was one of my father’s men not so long ago. And he hid things from me…like everyone else.”

You shake your head. Sy was nothing but loyal and kind to you. Not only over the last days, but for all the years he has been in your life.

For once, you’ll give a man the benefit of the doubt…

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can you imagine having to ask bucky to genuinely stop/having to use your safe word

Definitely yes! Though, Bucky always takes care of you, keeping an eye on your expression and body language to make sure he doesn’t push you too far. But there can be certain situations where you have to use a safe word anyway.

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

18+, Minors DNI, smut

Boyfriend!Bucky made sure you’re choosing a safe word when you both started dating. He wouldn’t have went further than kissing and cuddling if you would have refused.

Boyfriend!Bucky who was forced to do so many things he didn’t want to, would never want to overstep anything. So when it comes to intimacy you have your safe word and Bucky’s constant check in’s.

Boyfriend!Bucky who can read you better than anyone else. He can say if you really enjoy something or not, and if you don’t he immediately stops. Assuring you that you don’t have to let him do anything no matter how much pleasure it might bring him. If you’re not into it, he doesn’t want it either. “Babydoll, there are enough other ways to give me the same amount of pleasure.”

But imagine Bucky on top of you, his cock splitting you open while he thrusts his hips hard against yours. Bucky’s skilled fingers work your sensitive bundle of nerves as he tries to get yet another orgasm from you.

“Come on, babydoll, I know you have one more into you,” he whispers against your lips. Bucky’s fingers press harder against your clit, the speed of the tight circles he’s drawing increasing. A soft whine leaves your lips, your hips bucking when the pleasure turns into pain.

Your poor clit way too overstimulated, the constant touch too much for you. As much as you want to give him another orgasm to let him feel your tight walls squeezing him further, you just can’t. Another whine slips past your lips, followed by your safe word. It’s only a small whimper, almost too quiet to understand but Bucky hears it, immediately stopping all of his movements.

“Shhhh, too much?” He asks softly, pressing his warm lips against your forehead and along your nose to sooth you. You nod slightly, taking a deep breath when you feel his still hard cock inside of you. Bucky pulls back slightly, earning another whine from you. All the stimulation only increases when he moves an inch. “Jus’ wanna pull out, baby doll.”

“No, don’t move,” you whisper, shaking your head while your fingers dig into his muscular back. “Just don’t move.”

Bucky chuckles but stays still, his fingers running through your hair, along your cheeks and down your throat before he trails them back up. All the while he pecks your lips, your forehead and every other part of your face he can reach. He tries as best as he can to keep himself hovering above you without pressing you too hard into the mattress with his weight.

“Better?” You nod, leaning into his touch as you pull him closer. Bucky groans, giving in to your attempt of pulling him down to lay on top of you. “If you need me to get up you have to tell me, don’t want to squeeze you too much.” It’s only a mutter against your lips but he knows that’s what you want right now. What you need. So he lays on top of you, warming and shielding your body from everything while he enjoys the closeness as well as your fingers trailing along his shoulders. “I love you, babydoll. ‘M so proud of you for letting me know about your limits. So fuckin’ proud, my precious.”

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We might expect Mob!Bucky's photo gallery to be empty and dull.

But it's filled with random selfies Bee took herself or photos of Bee being a total cutie patootie

Bucky's photo gallery had a few images of his grandparents and the car engine he was working on. That's it.

Now it's full of baby Bee pics that he took every chance he got. You can scroll though his gallery and watch her grow up.

The newer ones in his gallery are the selfies toddler Bee takes whenever she gets her hands on his phone. It's a lot of close up shots of her eyes and forehead but he can never delete any of them.

Then there's all the candid pics of his wife that he gets, he catches her when she's in her studio, sleeping, dancing with Bee, getting ready for date nights etc.

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Did Malyshka and Bucky have a gender reveal for bee?

If so, did they find out just the two of them and tell people, or did they have a party?

Yes and no. And we have Bucky to blame (or thank) for that.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader

WC: Drabble

A/N: Part of the Bumblebee series. Unbeta'd.

Bucky is excited about everything related to your pregnancy and the baby. The man is as impatient as he is happy, eagerly anticipating every trimester. Every milestone. All the doctor’s appointments. The way your body is changing. The late-night cravings. Every. Thing.

What he lacks in patience, he makes up for by being an absolute tease.

So when you suggest a gender reveal party, something low-key but cute, he agrees.

But he only agrees to you not knowing what you're going to have. Not him. Bucky can't fathom waiting another second.

Which you didn’t figure out until Bucky has the OB tell him the baby’s gender. In front of you.

“You’re the one who didn’t want to know,” Bucky murmurs unapologetically as he buttons up your coat, his hands lingering over your baby bump. He didn't even mean to ask but after seeing the baby on the screen, he couldn't resist. Already making so many plans in his head the second he heard the steady, strong heartbeat. “I’m honoring your request.”

You can’t believe him. Actually you shouldn't have believed him from the start, should have known he'd do this.

They discussed it over you, literally over you, while you were on the table, shirt up, cool ultrasound gel slathered across your belly. That impressive poker face of his was even more unreadable than normal despite the flare of excitement in his blue eyes

All he said as he carefully cleaned off your belly was that he had several good reasons for asking and you could wait a week like planned.

You're torn between amusement at his eagerness and exasperation over not knowing.

Curiosity wins out in the end, gnawing at you, building more and more until you can practically taste it. "Well I changed my mind."

"You told me what you wanted and that's what you're getting Malyshka." He's not even going to give you a wisp of a hint.

Your doctor wasn’t any help, running out of the room like a pack of wild dogs were at her heels when you turned to her.

Traitor.

Bucky did warn her at the beginning not to give in to you but that was when you assumed both of you were going to be kept in the dark.

“You’ll find out at your party. You can wait a few days," he says over your huff of laughter, refusing to acknowledge the irony in his statement. "Now that I know what we’re having—” his deep voice trails off and an elated, satisfied grin spreads across his face, his eyes brightening with unadulterated happiness.

Your breath hitches.

That look is going to be the end of you. It only gets more intense as time passes.

He said he’d never get enough of you, of this life you’re building with him, and god when he gets that look in his eyes, you know in the depths of your soul he means it.

Bucky shakes his head, clearing his throat when you softly say his name. His gaze drops to you and he cups your face with his large hands. When he speaks again, his voice is a little raspier. “Now that I know I can make sure everything is perfect for you Malyshka.”

Oh.

You smile up at him, pushing your cheek into his warm palm. Fine. You’ll let have him have this.

At least until he leaves for the office. Then you’ll find out.

But you forget that Bucky knows you better than you know yourself because he’s tilting your chin, his thumb teasing your bottom lip.

“Don’t even bother to try to bribe your party planner or the baker. I called to warn them what would happen if they said anything while you were in the bathroom.”

Damn it.

You know your chances of getting information from them were slim but now really you’re not going to know until the party.

He laughs at your sullen glare, gently kissing your forehead before helping you off the exam table. “You’ll thank me when you have the party of your dreams. Besides, I’ll keep you distracted until then.”

“Really.” Your brow raises. “Distract me how?”

Bucky pulls you closer to him, slotting one long leg between your thighs as his hands drift down to your waist. “I can think of a thing or two we can do to keep your mind off this until it’s time."

"Uh huh. We'll see about that. I'm going to need a lot of distracting. "

He smirks, loving the challenge in your pretty eyes. "We both know I'm more than capable of giving you exactly what you need."

He’s right.

He does.

Every time you tried to bargain, bribe or tease the answer out of him, he responded by doing the most incredible things to you, for you. Mind-blowing things. Exquisite things that made it more than worth the wait. Almost.

And he was right. The party was everything you wanted and more. The backyard transformed overnight, tastefully decorated, all your friends and family present, a mountain of gifts, mostly from Bucky, that you knew would only be the start of him spoiling you throughout your pregnancy.

The photographer captured the very moment you found out the baby was a girl, sparkling pink confetti raining down on you, your face upturned in a vivacious laugh. Bucky's captivated eyes on you.

He has that picture framed and on his desk.

As he would tell you that night after everyone had gone home and it was just the two of you, he wanted it all on film, not just for you but for the baby as well.

“She’s going to watch this one day and see how excited we were. I want her to know that we’ve loved her from the very start.”

There it is. His true reason, one of them at least, why he had to know. Suddenly you can't find it in yourself to be aggrieved any longer. Suddenly it all makes sense.

He may be worried about being a good parent, due to his own severely lacking in that department, but you have no doubt that Bucky is going to be amazing.

Not a single doubt in the world. Not when that look is back in full force. You nearly melt under the intensity reflecting in his deep blue eyes.

Your reply is soft, and heartful and eases his unspoken concerns.

“I have a feeling she will always know how much we love her. Just like I know that you’re going to be the best father to our little girl.”

It won't be long before you're proven right.

Because he is.

Who's wants a fic about Bucky taking care of you during your pregnancy. Because i have smutty, smutty thoughts about that time👀

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The morning of Bucky's birthday, Bee overheard you (playfully) deny his request for another kiss. You had given him plenty, he was just being greedy.

He admitted as much just as Bee waddled in the room, this adorable concerned look on her face, brows furrowed, arms splayed wide open.

"Mommy it's his birfday," she admonished, pointing Mr. Tato in your direction. "You gotta give him kisses pwease. He needs 'em. For his birfday. 'Members how papa says you 'posed to get all you wants on your birfday?"

That does sound like something your husband would say.

You watched this sly, Cheshire grin spread across Bucky's face. "Yeah Malyshka. You're supposed to give me everything I want."

And in that instant you knew that he was going to be an absolute menace for the next 24 hours.

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Biker!Ari sends you a text before he gets off work. All it says is he's going to fix your attitude when he gets home.

You're staring, wide eyed and confused, at your phone. What attitude? You've been good all day. Right? Mentally checking through everything you did this morning, you can't think of a single thing you could have done to need an attitude adjustment.

Not that you don't mind when he tries to give you one.

The things that man can do with his hands alone is enough to have you agreeing to whatever he says. But still. What did you do?

Meanwhile Ari is chuckling under his breath as he locks up for the night. He knows you must be wondering what you did.

Nothing.

He's just fucking with you before he actually fucks you. Sometimes being good means you get fucked like a brat and Sunshine you've been very good.

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Team Free Will.

They're the same picture.

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No exceptions (3)

Summary: He likes your guts and your cake.

Pairing: Mobster!Frank Castle x Baker!Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of anxiety, mafia business, flirty Frank (he tries, okay), groping, mentions of domestic violence/violence against young Frank

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Watching the two men talk about business, you chew on your lower lip.

What did Mr. Murdock mean—does he want to take over your bakery, and you’ll end up on the street? Will you end up in jail because you got involved with the mob?

What if you end up dead or worse because of them?

You’re trembling, and your legs are about to give in as your anxiety spikes once again.

Frank is quick to react. He has you back in his lap before you can protest. “You have to sit down and drink lots of water, sweet cheeks. I told you to let me look after you.”

“I,” you’re unable to react. Dizziness and your anxiety hold your body in a tight grip. You try to focus on breathing to calm down.

“In and out, sweet cheeks,” Franks whispers in your ear. “No one is going to hurt you. You see, the gun in my pants is a real one. If someone tries to hurt you, they end up on the ground.”

“I don’t think this helps her right now,” Matt leans closer to whisper the words. “She doesn’t feel safe with you and your gun around.”

“Nah, she loves me.” Frank won’t accept any less than you in his arms. “I’ll make her see that I’m the good guy here.”

“I,” wheezing, you look at Matt. “I can’t do this. What if I get arrested? I won’t survive jail.”

“Whoa, calm down, sweet cheeks. No one is sending my girl to jail.” Frank pats your thigh. “You’re safe and sound, and I’ll make sure it stays this way.”

“I only want you to do us a little favor. No one will know about it but you, me, and Frank. I’ll let him keep an eye on your bakery and you to provide safety.”

Frank rubs your arms and murmurs in your ear to calm you. “I love keeping an eye on her. She’s not in danger.”

“Back to business, Frank.” Matt leans back in his chair, eyes glued to you. “I want you to take my money and make more for me. This way, a part of my business will be legal. I’ll be a silent partner—or rather, one of my companies will. No one will find out it’s my money.”

You don’t want his money or for them to get involved with your business. All your life, you tried to find your way. Now there are these men forcing their way into your life, and there’s nothing you can do about it, and it makes you feel sick.

“I think we talked about the basics. I’ll make an appointment to discuss the details. Frank, make sure the lovely lady gets a rest. Send the customers home, but let them pay first.”

Matt slowly gets up from his chair. He nods at you, saying your name with respect and a hint of softness. “I’ll enjoy doing business with you. I know this is a little much, but being under my protection means safety and stability for you and your business.”

He leaves, not before paying for the cupcakes and coffee. Matt Murdock is by all means not a nice man, but he respects your business and you. “Have a good day, miss.”

Frank watches his boss leave. He smirks while saying, “So, do you want me to kick them out, or do we wait for them to leave?” He says it loud enough for your customers to hear. They hurriedly get up and place the money they owe you on the tables.

“Finally, alone,” he hums when you start to squirm again. “I want you to relax. Don’t work yourself up, Y/N. I’ll take care of you from now on.”

You don’t know if you should be relieved or scared by his words. For now, all you can do is let him help you off his lap and lock the bakery.

He looks around your bakery, humming, before he helps you clean the tables. “My ma always wanted a bakery. She was a good baker. Her pie brought me to my knees.”

You glance at him while he continues. “Dad, the old bastard wouldn’t let her, though. He wasn’t good to her.” Frank taps his nose. “See this?” Frank asks as you glance at his nose. “He broke it thrice because I defended her.”

“Oh,” it’s all you get out. No parents are perfect, but Frank’s father sounds like the worst you ever heard about.

“He was a goddamn bastard, but he didn’t break me,” he says while following you to the back of the bakery with the plates and cups in his hands. “I’m telling you this to let you know that I’d never hurt a woman. I’m a bastard, but I’m not a goddamn bastard.”

“Your mom must be proud of you,” you say. “You tried to protect her.”

“She’s long gone.” There’s a hint of sadness in his eyes before it’s gone. “Cancer, ya know. Life likes to fuck you over if it gets the chance. Once free of the bastard, she got sick and died.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, carefully touching his arm. “That must have been tough. Your father was a bad man, and then your mom died.”

“I grew up, and—” he shrugs. “I did lots of shit, ended up in jail. When I got out, Matt found me and…” Frank pauses, eyes drifting toward you, as so often today. “He saved me. You’re scared of him, but he will not hurt you. I swear on my ma’s grave.”

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Longing

Summary: You won't give up on him.

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Warnings: fluff, grumpy x sunshine trope (kinda), sweet reader, a/b/o, scenting, true mates

Written for @yenzys-lucky-charm Cranky, Grumpy, Stabby! Oh, My! Challenge

Trope: Grumpy (and Sunshine)

Prompts: ☀️ A: “Stop coming around here… “ B: “No!” A: “I mean it… I’m just going to end up hurting you if you don’t stay away…” *glaring at each other until one of them grabs the other in a bruising kiss*

He smells you the second you step toward the cell. The alpha dips his head, listening closely to your heartbeat. Your heart always beats a little faster the closer you get to his cell.

He inhales deeply, basking in your scent as you are unaware of his longing for you and your presence.

If only for a few fleeting moments, you make him feel human again.

“Hi,” you shyly say as you stand in front of the cell, carefully touching the bars parting you from the alpha. “I got cupcakes for you and plums.”

His features soften for a second hearing that you remembered he told you about the plums he bought after he was finally free of Hydra.

“I told you to not talk to me,” the alpha grumbles as you place a basket filled with cupcakes, sandwiches, beverages, and plums on the ground.

You unfold the blanket you hid under your jacket, smirking as Bucky watches you with curiosity. “I had to smuggle it inside. They wouldn’t let me bring one last time.”

“Did you hear me?” The alpha asks, waiting for you to finally leave him alone. He’s been on his own for too long and doesn’t know how to handle kindness.

“I have biscuits too,” you say and sit down, cross-legged. “What do you want to eat first?”

Bucky sighs deeply. He mirrors you and sits down in front of the bars. Once again, the alpha gives in to you. “Did they tell you to come here? Is this their newest way to interrogate me?”

You shake your head. “I sneaked in,” you proudly say. “The Avengers are not as smart as they think they are.”

“Doll, you…” Bucky can’t help but grin when you tell him that you outsmarted Tony Stark and Spider-Man. “So, you outsmarted the spider boy?”

“Cupcakes or biscuits? I have sandwiches too.” You move the basket closer to the bars. “Plums maybe?”

While you talk to Bucky, wanting him to eat the food you brought to him, Steve, Tony, and Bruce watch you with worry.

“Do you think it’s a good idea to let her see him?” Tony is still not convinced that Bucky is no threat. “What if he freaks out and hurts her?”

“He’s calm around her. Did you see how he looks at Y/N?” Steve argues. “She’s his true mate. If anyone can stop him from going feral and losing himself again, it’s her.”

“If you say so,” Tony huffs, but watches your interactions with the alpha with interest. “Let’s see.”

“Good, right?” You happily ask as Bucky grabs one of the plums. He hums while eating the juicy fruit. “I got the best for you.”

“Why do you still come back?” Bucky asks. “They’ll never let me out of this cage. You’re wasting your time on me.”

“No, I don’t,” you grumble, not accepting any arguments. “I will come here until they release you. You didn’t hurt me. One day, they’ll see you’re a good man and alpha.”

He takes another bite as you slowly get back up. Bucky watches you with sad eyes, believing you want to leave so soon.

“I stole something from Spider boy,” you giggle and wiggle your fingers to show Bucky the keys to his cell.

“Doll,” Bucky warns. He scrambles to his feet and steps away from the bars. “Don’t do anything you’ll regret. What if I cannot hold back?”

“I’m not afraid of you,” you confidently say. Holding Bucky’s gaze, you push the key into the lock, unlocking his cell.

“Doll…no.” He takes another step back when you enter his cell, reaching out for the alpha you’re longing for.

“It’s okay. You won’t hurt me.” You assure him. “Please, alpha…”

“Stop coming around here… “ He says, pointing toward the open door as he does.

“No,” you stubbornly reply while stepping closer to Bucky. “I won’t.”

“I mean it…” He pants heavily when your scent hits him with full force. “I’m just going to end up hurting you if you don’t stay away…”

You glare at Bucky for the first time since you met him. Back then, they brought him here in chains made of vibranium. Princess Shuri from Wakanda accompanied him, telling everyone he was free of the programming and the code words.

They didn’t believe her, though. Instead of welcoming the lost man home, he got tested on and thrown into a cell.

Pursing your lips, you hold Bucky’s gaze. He glares back at you, waiting for you to cave in. He’s an alpha after all.

“Fine, have it your way.” You shriek when Bucky grabs you to press you up against the wall. He looks at you for a second, waiting for you to fight him before capturing your lips in a bruising kiss.

You wrap your arms around him, melting against his body as his lips devour your mouth. Moaning against him, you let Bucky sling his arms around your body, lifting you off the ground.

“What the fuck, Capsicle!” Tony exclaims loudly as you are heavily making out inside the cell. “She… and then.”

“Uh—I think the kid shouldn’t see this.” Bruce clears his throat and covers the monitor with his hand to stop Peter from watching you wrap your legs around Bucky’s waist. “I think they are fine, though. No sign of aggression.”

Tony is not amused. He scrunches up his nose and makes a retching noise. “They can’t just make out in my cell! Maybe I shouldn’t have given him a comfortable bed with soft cushions.”

Steve grins because his friend is more interested in kissing you than escaping the cell. He knows that if Bucky wanted to, he’d have left the cell a long time ago. One flick of his vibranium wrist and he would have been long gone before anyone noticed his absence.

Something kept him from running away as so often before. His omega and true mate.

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the suffering never ends

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Messy Shirts » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Husband/Dad/Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Mom!Reader with son James Jr

Summary: Yours and Bucky’s son gets his shirt messy when he sees his daddy get his shirt messy.

Warnings: none except Fluff

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIFS MADE BY ME!

Bucky working from home is a good thing for all three of you. He tries his best to set aside time for you and your guys’ son. When Bucky does work from home, like he is today, he has James Jr in the same room as him to keep him company. As of right Bucky is finishing up some work in the kitchen while eating. James Jr is in his high chair next to Bucky. James Jr made a noise at his daddy to get his attention. Bucky happily looks over at his son.

“What’s up, little man?” Bucky coos.

James Jr picked up his sippy cup and held it out toward Bucky, showing him that it’s empty.

“Let’s get you something to drink.” He says.

Bucky got apple juice out of the fridge and poured some in the sippy cup.

“Alright, bud, you have some apple juice and a snack.” He put the sippy cup and a snack on the tray of the high chair. “Daddy has to finish his work, ok?” He says.

James Jr just smiles at Bucky like he just said the most interesting thing in the world. Bucky picked up a piece of paper and started reading where he left off. While he was reading, he picked up what he was eating and brought it to his mouth. Sauce dripped out of it and got on his white shirt. Bucky looked down at his shirt and frowned.

“Shit.” Bucky mumbles.

James Jr started giggling. Bucky’s eyes widened, realizing that he just said a cuss word in front of his son.

“Let’s not tell mommy I said a bad word in front of you, buddy.” Bucky says.

James Jr continues giggling. His giggles stop when he sees food on his daddy’s shirt. For some reason, it interests him. He looked at the small bowl of baby food in front of him and put his hand in it. He then wiped it on his own shirt. His fit of giggles started back up again. Bucky looks over at him, seeing baby food on his shirt.

“You’re just as messy as your dad, aren’t you, bud?” Bucky says.

James Jr grins at his daddy. Bucky wiped off his hands before wiping the baby food off of James Jr’s shirt. You walked in the kitchen with a basket full of laundry at the same time.

“Did James get food on his shirt again?” You asked.

“Yea.” Bucky says. “Are you doing laundry?” He asks.

“Yes. This is the next load.” You say, referring to the dirty laundry.

“Here.” He says, taking James Jr’s shirt off and put it in the laundry basket.

“What about yours?” You asked, pointing at the his messy shirt.

“Oh yea.” He mumbles.

Bucky took his shirt off and added it to the dirty laundry.

“You have some kind of sauce on your vibranium arm.” You pointed out.

Bucky looks down at his vibranium arm and groaned loudly. He was about to take it off and put it in the dishwasher, but he stopped, realizing James Jr is in his high chair next to him.

“Doll, can you please take James to another room?” He asks. “I don’t want him to see me like… you know.” He says, referring to him only having one arm after he takes his vibranium arm off.

“Of course, baby.” You say softly.

You picked up James Jr out of his high chair and took him to the laundry room with you.

“How about you help mommy with the laundry while daddy cleans himself up.” You cooed.

Bucky took his vibranium arm off and put it in one of the dishwasher racks. He closed it and started it. He went back over to the counter to clean up his little mess. Meanwhile, you were holding James Jr with one arm while your other one put dirty laundry in the washer. James Jr grabbed a sock from the laundry basket and threw it in the washer. He started laughing when it went in there.

“That’s funny, isn’t it, sweetie?” You cooed. “We make a great laundry team, don’t we?” You say.

James Jr claps his hands at you. You put all of the laundry in the washer, except for Bucky’s and James Jr’s messy shirts.

“How about you take a nap for a little bit while mommy pretreats yours and daddy’s messy shirts before those are stained forever.” You say, walking to his nursery.

You put James Jr in his crib and stayed with him for a little bit while he fell asleep. You smiled at your sleeping son before going back to the laundry to pretreat the shirts. Bucky walks in the laundry room a moment later. He stood behind you and wrapped his right arm around your waist from behind.

“Are you pretreating the shirts?” Bucky asks, resting his chin against your shoulder.

“Yes.” You say. “Did you get your vibranium arm clean?” You asked.

“It’s in the dishwasher.” He says.

“Wait. You actually put it in the dishwasher?” You asked.

“How else am I supposed to clean it?” He asks.

“Clean it with a paper towel or something like that.” You say.

“Why would I do that when it’s much easier to clean in the dishwasher?” He says.

You playfully rolled your eyes and shook your head at your husband. After pretreating the shirts, you put them in the washer with the rest of the clothes. You then turned around to give your husband a proper kiss. The kiss was short lived when James Jr woke up from his nap.

“Mama! Dada!” James Jr says from his nursery.

“We better get him before he starts crying.” You say.

Bucky hums in agreement. You pecked his lips softly before going to James Jr’s nursery. Bucky went to the kitchen to see if his vibranium arm was clean, in which it was. He put it back on and went to James Jr’s nursery at the same time you were getting him out of his crib.

“How was my little man’s nap?” Bucky coos at his son.

James Jr reached over to his daddy, wanting to be held by him. Bucky smiles and carefully takes him out of your arms.

“You love daddy more than mommy, don’t you, son?” Bucky says, playfully smirking at you.

You playfully smacked Bucky’s arm before wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I’m kidding, doll.” He chuckles. “I’m sure you love both of us equally.” He says.

You playfully rolled your eyes at your husband as you looked up at him.

“You two are my messy boys, aren’t ya?” You cooed at both of them.

“I prefer messy husband, doll face.” Bucky says.

“You’re lucky I love you, babe.” You say with a smile.

“I am.” He grins happily.

You stood on your tippy toes to peck Bucky’s lips softly. James Jr wanted yours and Bucky’s attention by grabbing onto Bucky’s Army dog tags and reached his free hand out to you.

“We love you, bud.” You and Bucky say in unison with smiles on your faces.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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Cranky doll

Summary: He’s getting on your nerves.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Grumpy!Reader

Warnings: sunshine & grumpy trope, cranky reader, language, a hint of naughtiness

Written for @yenzys-lucky-charm Cranky, Grumpy, Stabby! Oh, My! Challenge

Trope: Cranky + Stabby + Chaotic + Sleazy

Prompts: 🗡️ “Oh, what the fuck…” + 🗡️ “Stop talking.” + 🗡️ “I’m not smooth. I’m just trying to impress you. OK?” + 🗡️ "If you were a door I'd bang you."

You should have totally stabbed him.

I mean, he came to your bakery, uninvited, and it was almost the Ides of March—death to the patriarchy and shit.

You were never the one starting a fight, but you’re not a little miss sunshine either.

Steven Grant Rogers. Captain fucking America, dared to storm into your little world, demanding your attention, only to order you around.

All he did was tell you what not to do for almost half an hour.

“Don’t talk like that to people.” “You shouldn’t be angry and unfriendly all the time.” “A smile costs nothing.” “I know you’re not a bad person.”

You recall all the stupid things he said while standing in front of you, his hands on his ridiculously perfect waist.

While he talked, you took your time to look at him. Steve Rogers wasn’t too bad to look at. He had the looks and even carried a huge package in his pants, you were sure about it. – Talking about big-dick energy.

He lectured you for what felt like an eternity until you finally snapped.

“Oh, what the fuck…” You groaned loudly, stopping Steve from saying another stupid line. (You bet he memorized them all to lecture people here and there.) “Stop talking!” You harrumphed and glared at Steve. “I threw a cupcake at that bitch for telling me it tastes like old socks.”

“Exactly,” he said and nodded eagerly while pointing at the bitch standing a few feet away from you and Captain too-tight-pants. “We do not throw food at people in this town.”

You snorted. “Dude, I threw food at people all my life. If you come here, to my bakery and tell me my cupcakes taste like old socks, you will get punished. If anyone should hear your ass-long speech, it’s her. She refused to pay after wolfing down five cupcakes.”

“She ate five and refused to pay?” Steve turned his head to look at the bitch, who chuckled nervously. “Miss, is that true?”

“Well…at first I believed they taste good,” she lied to Captain fucking America’s face. “After I ate five, they started to taste odd.”

“It’s called food coma, bitch,” you snapped at her. “Pay or I’ll call the cops. Captain America won’t save you from my wrath.”

“Whoa, whoa—” Steve raised his hands to stop you from attacking the woman. “How about she pays for the cupcakes, and you apologize for throwing food at her?”

You gritted your teeth and glared daggers into his skull. If only you had a knife to stab his perfect face. “Free food.” You said instead of knifing him.

“What?” He asked.

“She got free food,” you repeated a little louder. “She should thank me for giving her another cupcake for free.”

Steve laughed at your comeback. Somehow, he liked your attitude and cranky personality.

“You’re something else,” he said, earning a grunt from you. “What if I pay for her cupcakes, and you can tell me everything about your bakery and the incident while we share a slice of cake?”

You hummed; eyes glued to his stupidly perfect face. “Smooth.”

“I’m not smooth. I’m just trying to impress you. OK?” He gave you a half-smile before turning toward the woman. “And you, pay for the cupcake and never come back here.”

You watched him grab the money from the woman and chase her away. Maybe, you didn’t have to stab him after all.

“You know,” you said when he handed you the money. "If you were a door I'd bang you..."

Steve looked flustered, but there was something in his eyes telling you he wouldn’t mind.

You locked the door, turning the little sign, telling everyone you’re going to be busy for an hour – or in Steve’s words, all day…

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Small Town, Big City

You can hear the engine before you can see it, but just by sound you know that it’s a motorcycle. Great. The last thing you need is some biker dude rolling by, seeing you and your piece of shit car and coming back to hit on you. You keep your focus on your car, you’ve already burned yourself once you don’t need to twice, as the bike roars by.

“Please keep going. Please keep going. Please keep going.” You mutter under your breath but luck has abandoned you as the motorcycle turns around and comes back your way.

“Ma’am? Ma’am? Are you alright?” He calls, him calling you ma’am throws you off a bit.

“I’m fine thanks.” You yell back, still not turning around.

“Ma’am. Can you please turn around? My name is Sheriff Rogers I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Sheriff? You turn then, water bottle in one hand, flashlight in the other and are somehow still surprised to see a sheriff standing in front of you.

“Oh, sorry I just assumed that you were a biker and really didn’t wanna deal with that.” He’s tugged off the helmet, his hair smooshed down from it and he gives you a small nod and a smile.

“Understandable. But you’re okay?”

“I mean, mentally yea, physically I burned my arm pretty good with some steam. Emotionally? I’m gonna be honest with you. Pretty shitty.”

“Well, I can help with the burn for sure. I’ve got a kit on my bike but the emotional stuff I don’t know. I’m a good listener at least.” He offers with a small smile, one you can’t help but return. You turn back to your car and pour some water into the radiator.

“Alright ma’am. Can I see your arm?”

“Oh, oh my god you scared me. You move quietly.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You turn and give him your arm and he lets out a low whistle.

“You said it was steam?”

“Yea I opened the radiator too soon, shot some steam out at me.”

“Ouch, it doesn’t look too bad though. I’m going to put some burn ointment on there then wrap it to keep it clean okay?”

“Sounds good.” He gets to work, his large hands much more gentle than you’d have expected them to be. You chat as he tends to your battle wound.

“So, you mentioned emotionally not good.” He says not looking at you, “Wanna talk about it?” You sigh heavily, watching as he gently applies the burn ointment.

“I’m from Chicago, had a job, a nice apartment. Family nearby. But my boyfriend, sorry, my ex-boyfriend got a job down in New Mexico.” You wince as he hits a tender spot.

“Sorry.”

“No it’s okay. Anyway, Brock asked me to move with him. We’d been together almost two years so I figured why not. He left a week before me, mailed me a key to our new place. I packed up this piece of shit and drove all the way out here. Walked in on him having sex with another guy, which honestly is fine just maybe break up with me first. Ya know?”

“I’m so sorry that happened to you.” He says softly wrapping the gauze around your arm. “So are you heading home?”

“Yea, gonna stay with a friend until I find a place. Luckily, I can kind of work anywhere there are animals so a job isn’t an issue.”

“You work with animals?”

“I’m a veterinarian.”

“That’s cool. You wanna try your car again?”

“Yea.” You round the car and try to start the engine when a loud bang sounds and Steve ducks. “Are you okay?” You call over your open door.

“I’m fine. But your serpentine belt isn’t.”

“My what?”

“The belt that goes around the engine. One of my best friends owns a car shop and some of the guys and I hang out there on the weekends. We’re working on an old ‘67 mustang right now. Let me give them a call and we’ll get you a tow.”

“Oh god. This is the last thing I need.” You groan dropping your forehead onto the top of the steering wheel. You can hear Sheriff Rogers talking to someone through his walkie and you check again for a signal on your phone. You’re disappointed but not surprised when there’s still no service. You grab your purse off of the seat of the car then throw your keys into it.

“So they’ll be here soon. Can I see your ID really quick? I should run it through the system, make sure you’re not wanted or anything.”

“Oh, right.” You pull your wallet out and pass him your ID. He calls it in and when you come back clear he gives it back.

“Sorry about that.”

“No reason to be, you’re just doing your job.” He nods then glances over his shoulder, you follow his gaze and see a dark spot on the horizon.

“That your friend?”

“Probably. She drives too fast, especially when she knows where we all are.” He says shaking his head with a small smile on his face.

Sure enough that dark spot on the horizon becomes a bright red tow truck.

“Hey Steve.” A small, slender woman calls as she drops out of the truck. “You said something about the serpentine belt?”

“Yea, when it was started it snapped.”

“When was the last time this bad boy got serviced?” The woman asks looking over at you.

“Uh, my brother usually just does it so, by a professional, maybe 4 years?”

“Oh dear god.” She mutters before laying down on the ground and attaching the large metal hook to the front of your car. She moves quickly and before you know it your car is hooked up and ready to go.

“Come on, you can ride with me.” She says with a grin at you, “Don’t worry Steve I’ll go the speed limit.”

“Just cuz you’re married to a deputy doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want.” He huffs in a poor attempt to look irritated.

“Okay.”

“Natasha.” He warns his voice low, “don’t make me call Clint.”

“You know he’ll just fold.” She says with a laugh and he rolls his eyes but doesn’t argue.

“At least let me give you an escort.” Sheriff Rogers says making his way back to his motorcycle.

“Score.” Natasha says with a laugh, “that’s what I was hoping he’d do.” She tells you with a wink causing you to laugh.

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Happy birthday, big grump (2)

Summary: He's more than a neighbor now.

Pairing: TFaTWS!Bucky Barnes x GF!Reader

Warnings: grumpy Bucky, he feels fucking old, bubbly reader, fluff

Catch up here: Happy Birthday, big grump

Square filled for @avengers-assemble-bingo “Bucky Barnes Birthday bingo event": Square 2: as much candles as years old

Bucky did more than repair your sink or protect you from bad guys. He easily won you over and is an important part of your life now. Maybe the most important part, if you’re being honest.

“Alright, Alpine,” you coo while preparing more dough. “What do you think? Should we make the dough colorful? Hmm…” You ponder, thinking hard to make the perfect cake for your boyfriend. It’s his one hundred and eighth birthday after all.

Alpine lifts her head before going back to lounging on the cat bed next to the kitchen island. Bucky’s cat is no help, but you like having them around. Alpine has a calming presence, and you enjoy just watching the white furball.

“I have enough candles, colors, and decorations,” you say to yourself while looking at the recipe again. “I hope he likes the cake.”

The truth is you could offer rotten carrots to Bucky, and he’d smile and tell you it tastes like heaven. Bucky Barnes, the grump you learned to love, is only soft for you. The bubbly neighbor broke through the walls around his heart with just a smile and kindness.

“It’s decided, I’ll put colors into the dough. Now to the taste…”

“Calm down, big grump,” Sam laughs as he tries to keep up with Bucky. He jogs after the broody super-soldier, trying to stop Bucky from breaking through walls to get to you as fast as possible. “She didn’t say it’s an emergency.”

“Sam, she called me, sounding scared,” Bucky grunts while running even faster. He speeds up, trying to reach your apartment complex faster than possible. “I won’t let anything happen to her.”

“I know you have a thing for your neighbor, but this is getting ridiculous!” Sam exclaims, panting heavily. He’s used to running a lot, but this is a little too much. Chasing his partner through half of New York City wasn’t in Sam’s plans for today.

“She’s not some random neighbor, ”Bucky says as he stops in his tracks. “She’s my…” He looks over his shoulder, looking worried, scared even.

“Fuck,” Sam gasps. He has never seen Bucky scared before. Not a single time. “You love that woman.”

“Stop slowing me down. I need to get to her.” Bucky starts running again. This time, Sam joins him. He runs faster than ever before, knowing Bucky’s love is in danger.”

“DOLL!” Bucky bursts through the door, a gun in his hands. He looks more like his former self, the Winter Soldier, than the gentle man you know. “Where are you? What happened?”

“Bucky?” You gape at your boyfriend and his friend as they burst through the door and into the living room. “Uh—happy birthday?”

Bucky’s face scrunches up in confusion. He looks around the living room and the decorations for his birthday. The biggest birthday cake he ever saw stands on the table as you light the last candle.

“Bucky? What’s wrong?” You ask, confused about his behavior. “Did anything happen? I thought you only wanted to pick Sam up and get more beer.”

“You called and…” He tries as his eyes drift toward the candles on the cake. “What’s all this, doll?”

“It’s your birthday, big grump,” you giggle and playfully slap his chest. “It’s called a cake and decoration, Bucky. You should know that from last year.”

“I meant the candles, and…you called. You sounded scared.” He murmurs, watching the candles on the cake flicker.

“Bucky, I wasn’t scared, just excited,” you smile because he was worried about you. “And then, Alpine jumped onto my shoulder. The little punk scared me, and maybe that’s the reason I sounded scared.”

“Fuck,” Bucky exhales sharply before bringing you into his arms. “Alpine, you punk. You can’t scare her like that.”

“Lots of candles on that cake,” Sam comments. He longingly looks at the cake, his stomach grumbling.

“One hundred and eight,” you say. “As many candles as years old.”

“We’ll need a fire extinguisher to blow them all out.” Sam jokes, earning a grunt from Bucky. “What, old man? It’s true.”

“If you are not being nice, you won’t get cake,” you tut. “Bucky will blow all the candles out.” You all chuckle at your little banter.

“Let’s eat the cake, and I got all the nice gifts for you, Buck,” you whisper in his ear. “But first, you need to blow out the candles and make a wish.”

Bucky doesn’t want a wish to be granted. He’s got all he ever wanted right here, in your living room…

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Birthday Wish

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky doesn't want to make a big deal out of his birthday, but you want to make it special.

Word Count: Over 2.3k

Warnings: Mutual crush, confessions, humor, light angst, fluff, reference to Bucky's past, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: Happy birthday to Bucky and this is my first submission for @avengers-assemble-bingo (Card 4B 020 - Square 2 - Birthday Boy). ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky didn’t care to celebrate his birthday. What was there worth celebrating? It was just another day like any other, another year that he got older. Even then, his looks didn’t match his current age. It was strange to look in the mirror and have the appearance of someone so much younger when he was born in 1917. He should’ve been old.

He should’ve left this world a long time ago.

While he was thankful for Steve and his other friends, he did feel a pang in his heart when he thought of his family. The last birthday he got to celebrate with his mom and sisters was before he got shipped off to war. Since then, there were no homemade cakes, no happy singing and jokes about him getting older, no candles to blow out and make a wish.

What would he even wish for today?

“Maybe we can all go out to dinner,” Steve suggested when he brought up Bucky’s birthday. “That could be fun, right?”

He felt bad shrugging in response since his best friend was trying to help him celebrate. “Maybe.”

“Dinner? Jesus, you two really are old men,” Tony commented, typing something into his phone. “Say the word and I’ll throw you a party. Best party you’ve ever had. You can thank me later.”

Bucky didn’t mean to give Tony a grumpy look, but parties were the billionaire’s thing. And while he didn’t mind having the spotlight on him as a younger man, it seemed foreign to him now. “My birthday is tomorrow, which gives you no time to plan a party, and I think I’m good.”

“I’m insulted that you would underestimate me and my connections,” Tony argued.

“No party,” Bucky said. He didn’t want one.

“What do you want to do then?” Sam asked.

Bucky’s brows pinched together. He didn’t really know. “My birthday isn’t a big deal, so I don’t want to make a big deal out of it,” he replied. Something low-key and not the least bit stressful would be nice. “I guess if I had to choose something, I’d like to read a new book and have a piece of chocolate cake with chocolate frosting.”

The guys stared at him, and he waited for Tony to laugh or make another “old man” comment. He didn’t care. It was his birthday they were asking about, so shouldn’t he get to choose what he wanted to do?

“I think that’s really sweet. And chocolate cake with chocolate frosting is delicious.”

Turning toward the soft voice, a smile touched Bucky’s lips and his heart fluttered when he saw you smiling back. The newest member of the team, you always had words of encouragement or a soft smile for him. As kind as you were, you could also kick ass and give Natasha a run for her money. To say he had a bit of a crush on you was an understatement.

“Thanks, doll,” he whispered.

You ducked your head with a giggle before you cleared your throat, making his smile widen. When he let his mind wander he liked to imagine you whimpering or sighing when he whispered that in your ear. If you only knew the things he thought about you, both naughty and nice.

“‘Doll’?” Tony groaned and shook his head. “Barnes, we really need to acclimate you to the modern world because no one with any sense calls anyone ‘doll’.”

His jaw clenched and color rose to his cheeks. Maybe it was a bit old-fashioned, but he liked it and he thought you liked it, too. But if it bothered you…

“You can call me ‘doll’, Bucky,” you assured him. “I don’t mind.”

Bucky could’ve used the opportunity to say something charming or sweet, but he kept the words in his head and gave you a grunt and a nod instead. A fucking grunt and a nod. What the hell was wrong with him? He might as well have given you a high-five and called you “buddy”.

“Okay,” you drew the word out slowly. “I’ll see you guys later!”

While Bucky watched you leave the room, the guys once again stared at him. “Not a fucking word,” he growled when Tony opened his mouth, heading out himself. He didn’t want their pity or their jokes.

With his exceptional hearing, he stopped when Tony muttered, “Tin Man better step up his game because that was painful to watch.”

“I’m old, not dead. I have game,” he mumbled. Well, he used to have game. Times were different now, and so was he. Still, his heart skipped a beat at the thought of you liking him, and maybe he could step up and take a chance.

“Be nice, Tony,” Steve sighed.

“I’ll be nice when he grows a pair and makes a move. Look, we all have eyes and we see how she looks at him.” Bucky felt butterflies in his stomach before Tony continued. “And she’s a stunning creature. Someone will snag her if he doesn’t.”

Bucky clenched his gloved fists. “Lay off the guy,” Sam said. “He’ll make a move when he’s ready.”

“Tomorrow,” Bucky whispered, walking away, determined. He would make a move tomorrow. It would either be the best birthday he could remember or he’d lick his wounds alone in his room and hope you’d still be his friend.

But as luck would have it, he didn’t get to talk to you the next morning.

He swore he saw you rush out of the kitchen with something in hand, but Steve stopped him to wish him a happy birthday. Everyone greeted him throughout the morning with various messages ranging from nice to references of his age. They all made it a point to say something, but he hadn’t seen you at all. Well, he hadn’t seen you or-

“Happy year of birth, Barnes!” Thor shouted. Bucky’s reflexes couldn’t stop the handful of confetti from hitting his face. “Let us celebrate, my friend!”

Bucky spit a piece of confetti out and tried to wipe away the remainder that landed on his face and shirt. “Thanks?”

The god of thunder looked him over. “Wasn’t your hair longer yesterday?” he asked, inhaling when Bucky ran a hand through it. “And are you wearing cologne? Is it for the party?”

“Maybe,” he said under his breath. He had trimmed his hair a bit and spritzed some cologne in the hopes of getting your attention if he bumped into you. It was stupid. “Party? What are you-”

He tensed up for a second when Thor threw an arm over his shoulders. “Stark said you didn’t want a party and I believe it’s meant to be a surprise, so don’t tell him I told you,” he said. Bucky almost snarled. He didn’t want a party. And how the hell did Tony put something together at the last second? “He also planned for it to be earlier in the day because he said you are old and wouldn’t want to stay up late. The man is-”

“Bucky!” you called out from down the hall, making him relax. “Happy birthday.”

“Thanks, doll,” he smiled, happy to finally see you.

“I like your haircut,” you said, gliding across the floor to where they stood and commanding the presence of anyone who looked your way. “It looks great.”

Bucky puffed his chest out, glad that you noticed and liked it. “Thanks, doll.”

“You got…” You smiled and wiped the remainder of confetti from his chest, his heart rate picking up. “Thor, I’m so sorry, but I have to steal Bucky away for a bit. You don’t mind, do you?”

Thor humbly bowed to you, your doe eyed expression getting the blonde to easily bend to your will. Bucky’s hands flexed and for a moment he felt jealous before he remembered Thor wasn’t romantically interested in you. “Not at all. I shall take my leave.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, linking your arm with Bucky’s and gently pulling him away. “Mmm. You smell good, too.”

Bucky hid a smile. “Thanks again,” he said, happy that he made the call to wear it. “Hey, Tony isn’t really throwing me a party, is he?”

You winced. “Yeah, he’s throwing something,” you confirmed. Bucky was going to have a chat with him later. “I tried to talk him out of it, but he didn’t listen to me.”

“I appreciate you trying,” he said, pulling you closer to his side. It meant a lot.

“Which is why I wanted to steal you away for a bit so you could have some peace and quiet.”

You guided him to the tower library which was one of his favorite areas. When he wasn’t training or hanging out in his room, he was usually there. “What is that?” he asked when he saw the CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE sign on the doors.

“Oh, I did that so no one would come in,” you winked, opening the doors so he could go inside. “Tada! Happy birthday!”

Bucky’s mouth fell open when he saw the small set up in the corner. There was a book with a bow sitting on the chair and a piece of chocolate cake with chocolate frosting with a single candle on the table beside it. “Did you… Did you do this for me?” he asked, his chest getting tight. It was exactly what he asked for.

“Yeah. You said you didn’t want to make a big deal out of your birthday, and I thought you deserved to have the kind of birthday you wanted. So, a slice of cake and a new book it is,” you smiled, a bounce in your step when you went to light the candle for him. “But I may have gotten you one more thing.”

“And what’s that?” he asked. You had already gone above and beyond for him. There was nothing you needed to get him.

“Tickets to the new science exhibit that’s opening this weekend.”

His chest felt tight again. He mentioned to you in passing that he wanted to go to the museum to see the new science exhibit. His love of science was something that hadn’t died, but hadn’t gotten around to buying tickets yet. You really paid attention to him and cared, didn’t you?

Your smile faltered just a bit when he kept staring. “I hope it’s okay that I did that. I really wanted you to have a nice birthday and you mean a lot to me and…” you trailed off as if you didn’t mean to say that.

God, he wanted you to mean it.

“It’s more than okay, thank you,” he swallowed, making his way over to you. “And did you say I mean a lot to you?” he asked because he had to hear you say it again.

You bit your lip and he wanted to bite your lip, too. “Yeah, you do.”

Hearing that was one of the best birthday gifts you could give him. “You mean a lot to me, too,” he confessed. You meant everything. “You’re amazing, do you know that?”

There was that giggle again that he loved. “Oh, I’m not, but thank you.”

“Yes, you are,” he whispered. You were the most amazing woman he knew. “I think that candle’s about to go out.”

The flame glowed in your eyes when you held up the plate and he felt lost in the best way. “Then you better make a wish.”

A charming smile crossed his face. “I can’t blow out my candle until someone sings ‘Happy Birthday’,” he teased.

Bucky expected you to protest when you opened your mouth. “Happy birthday to you.” He exhaled as you sang, your smoothe tone sending tingles down to his toes. “Happy birthday to you.”

Taking a step closer he placed a hand on your hip, your voice turning a bit breathy. It was beautiful. Everything about you was beautiful. He didn’t think he could fall any harder for you, but he was falling more and more each day.

“Happy birthday, dear Bucky…” You peered at him through your lashes. Looking back at you, he felt like he had something worth celebrating. “Happy birthday to you.”

With a gentle breath he blew the candle out and took the plate from your hands with ease. He heard both of your hearts beating faster, and he saw hope in your eyes. He gazed back at you, silently asking for permission. He wanted to kiss you, wanted you to be his girl.

Bucky wanted his birthday wish to come true.

“Doll…” he breathed.

It wasn’t until you nodded that he closed the distance and pressed his lips to yours. He took his time, savoring the feel of your mouths together. It was perfect, a moment he’d never forget.

“Wow,” you whispered when he pulled away. “That was amazing.”

“Yeah?” he smiled.

“Yeah,” you smiled back. “And I’m thankful it was a kiss you gave me instead of a grunt and a nod.”

Bucky laughed. “I can still give you a grunt and a nod,” he teased, touching your warm cheek. “And you know, since it’s my birthday and you said I should celebrate how I want, I think it’s only fair that I get 108 kisses.”

“Sergeant Barnes, are you really asking me for 108 kisses?”

“To start,” he smirked. “And it’s a good excuse to skip the party,” he added, going back in for another when you giggled.

He’d ask you after to stay with him while he read and shared the piece of cake. You’d tell him that you made it from scratch and hurried out of the kitchen so the gang wouldn’t eat it. He’d explain that he cut his hair and put on cologne for you in the hopes of attracting your attention which you told him he already had. And before the night was over, he’d ask you to go to the exhibit with him and to be his girl.

A birthday wish come true.

Have I told you lovelies how much I appreciate you? Because I do. Happy birthday, Bucky Barnes! Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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