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Lazy mornings
(Bucky Barnes x fem!reader) Word count: 340 Warnings: none
The morning sun spills into your room through the curtains. Soft winds follow, fanning your face as you stir. You could still feel the weight of his arm around your waist, curling just right to make you fit into his embrace. Your eyes flutter open, greeted by the sleeping face of Bucky. His lips forming a pout, his face so peaceful and relaxed. You loved seeing him like this, sleeping soundlessly, before you go about your day. His hair is a fluffy mess across his forehead, framing his face. Your hand reach out , fingers threading through his soft locks. You held your breath while he stirred a little from his slumber, eyes slowly fluttering open. "You up doll?" voice a little hoarse, laced with the remnants of his sleep. "Sorry for waking you up Bucky." You feel him grab you closer, resting his forehead against yours. " 'sok doll, like being woken up by you." His fingers drawing lazy patterns on your waist as he smiles, that smile which just melts your heart. His hand reaches out to cup your face, fingers softly holding your cheek. Through half lidded eyes Bucky looks at you lovingly, those blue eyes crinkled at the corners, that make you feel home. Thumb caressing your cheek, he holds you like the most divine thing he has ever laid eyes on, worshipping you like no other human ever could. "You are so adorable being sleep drunk right now." You place a kiss on his cheek as he hums, agreeing with you. "Wasn't quite adorable yesterday, yeah? When you begged me to－" "Oh shut up" a playful smack falls on his chest, your cheeks red from the memory. He chuckles, loving how shy he made you. "You and your horny ass, let me enjoy you being cute for now." A breathy laugh escapes his lips, "As you wish princess." His lips find your forehead, leaving a soft kiss. You scoot closer, snuggling into him, cherishing his warmth for a little longer. "Love you James" "Love you too doll."
a/n hey yall hope you like it!
just these pictures make me feel smthg 🤭
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Lazy mornings
(Bucky Barnes x fem!reader) Word count: 340 Warnings: none
The morning sun spills into your room through the curtains. Soft winds follow, fanning your face as you stir. You could still feel the weight of his arm around your waist, curling just right to make you fit into his embrace. Your eyes flutter open, greeted by the sleeping face of Bucky. His lips forming a pout, his face so peaceful and relaxed. You loved seeing him like this, sleeping soundlessly, before you go about your day. His hair is a fluffy mess across his forehead, framing his face. Your hand reach out , fingers threading through his soft locks. You held your breath while he stirred a little from his slumber, eyes slowly fluttering open. "You up doll?" voice a little hoarse, laced with the remnants of his sleep. "Sorry for waking you up Bucky." You feel him grab you closer, resting his forehead against yours. " 'sok doll, like being woken up by you." His fingers drawing lazy patterns on your waist as he smiles, that smile which just melts your heart. His hand reaches out to cup your face, fingers softly holding your cheek. Through half lidded eyes Bucky looks at you lovingly, those blue eyes crinkled at the corners, that make you feel home. Thumb caressing your cheek, he holds you like the most divine thing he has ever laid eyes on, worshipping you like no other human ever could. "You are so adorable being sleep drunk right now." You place a kiss on his cheek as he hums, agreeing with you. "Wasn't quite adorable yesterday, yeah? When you begged me to－" "Oh shut up" a playful smack falls on his chest, your cheeks red from the memory. He chuckles, loving how shy he made you. "You and your horny ass, let me enjoy you being cute for now." A breathy laugh escapes his lips, "As you wish princess." His lips find your forehead, leaving a soft kiss. You scoot closer, snuggling into him, cherishing his warmth for a little longer. "Love you James" "Love you too doll."
a/n hey yall hope you like it!
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Finding out that Captain America 3 was originally meant to be a direct sequel the The Winter Soldier and would’ve focused on Steve and Sam’s search for Bucky, with a focus on Steve and Bucky’s relationship, but was scrapped for Civil War because DC released Batman vs Superman has actually ruined my day. Probably my week.
I’m so upset right now, what the hell.
Sebastian stan...man you looking good
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Just a trend
(tfatws!bucky x fem!reader) you try a trend on your super soldier boyfriend, and it melts your heart
Your feed was filled with the cute trends of girlfriends pretending to sleep and to see the boyfriend's reactions. You giggle, thinking about how Bucky would react. You have been dating him for the past few months, and he has only been a gentleman. Leaving you till your doorstep on the first date, following the sidewalk rule, never letting you pay. Yo did joke around him being too chivalrous, and all he did was smile, saying that it might have been a side effect of his past life. Typical Bucky Barnes.
You plan, trying to catch him without raising any suspicion. Because the moment he steps into your apartment, you usually melt into his arms, and Bucky crouches down, just a little, to match your height. His smell fills your mind, as his body engulfs yours. He tells you that this is his favourite part of the day, coming back home to your giggles and bad jokes. You try to argue saying that the jokes aren't bad, to which he shuts you up with a peck on your lips. "Ok, he is out late today, this should be it" You place your vlogging camera behind the potted plant, hoping that the leaves would camouflage it well enough for him to not notice. Setting up your pillow in the couch, you switch on the tv, the sound of sitcoms filling in the silent air of your apartment. You had 15 minutes until he returned, and you waited, patiently. And as if like a clock, the door knob turned right at 11 pm. "Sugar?" his voice, a little rough. You shut your eyes quickly, trying to labour your breathing. The sound of the tv drowning your thoughts. "I'm home, got some strawberries for ya." you could hear him keep his shoes, locking the door. More shuffling around. Probably removing his jacket. You wait, breath caught in your throat. Before he even spoke, you could feel the heat from his body. "Sugar, you awake?" just a whisper, something that could have been easily missed if you didn't listen carefully. Your heart is hammering in your chest, and you swore he could almost hear it. Silence. You feel blankets being drawn over you, his metal fingers grazing over your arm to tuck it in. "She must have been tired, poor her" the sounds of the tv gone, as he sets the remote aside. Your heart melts, hearing him talk like that. You feel his flesh hand tucking in stray hairs, butterflies in your stomach. His palm rest on your cheeks, thumb drawing lazy circles. "God, you are pretty." his voice soft. You almost smile, your face instinctively moving into his palm. "I ⎯ I wish I could tell you when you are awake," ⎯ he chuckles, "⎯but I am a coward, who is in love with you. I love you so much, you mean the world to me. I get scared sometimes, thinking that I won't make it home." his voice breaks, thick with emotion. You could hear him fight back a sob, the sound tugging your heartstrings. "But I promise you, I will fight my way back to you, until my last breath" The warmth of his touch seeping into your bones, your soul. It feels like you have forgotten how to breathe. This was the moment. The first I-love-you in this relationship. Bucky has been a rather shy person (and reserved, you never pushed it, knowing what he has gone through) and so were you. He wasn't too vocal about how he feels, but his action speak. You did try to muster up courage, more than the number of times you care to admit. But it always felt like the perfect moment just slipped away between your fingers, just when you were going to say it. And see even such a little crack of the walls he built around himself, him saying this now, made you feel closer to him. It made you feel that you probably won over his trust, a little bit at least. And knowing how much you meant to him, that this under all the armour was the man, who loves you, cares about you, who just wants to be with you. Who, like a human, is scared too. Soft lips brush over your temple, as you could feel him get up and go. Sound of shuffling. "I love you too Buck", the words leaving your lips even before you could think. You open your eyes, seeing Bucky's frozen figure, his back towards you. "Y-you weren't asleep?" his face, a little shocked. "Um, no I actually was just pretending...for a trend." getting up from the couch. You try to chuckle, but all that comes out is a nervous laugh. A step closer towards him. "Well, you said it first, and I'm more than happy." Your arms finding his Henley, pulling him closer. His eyes soften, a crinkle forming in the edges that drove you crazy. "I'm glad you were awake." he looks at you, grateful. You feel his shoulders drop, the tension easing out.
"Buck, I- I get scared too y'know when you're gone for missions....for months" your concern seeping into your voice. You look at his face, love evident in those very eyes you fell for. "But I know you, and I know the Avengers. So I'm assured that you would return." Your palm against his cheek, his beard under your fingertips as you pull him closer for a kiss. His lips collide with yours, holding your neck, nails grazing against your skin. You try to pour in into the kiss that would tell him that he could never worry you too much. A kiss that would tell him how much you cared for him. He breaks the kiss, panting for air. A sheepish grin stretches on his face. You giggle, pinching his cheek, as you feel his arms resting on your waist . "Aww look at my super soldier melting, thank god I have it all on tape." "No, don't you dare post that."
A/n: hey! thank you for reading! was doomscrolling thru yt and yes found this tiktok trend vid and was like hmm how would bucky react, and here we are
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Memory
(SeargentBucky x fem!reader) Word count: 600+ Warnings: angst
The metal ring feels heavy around your finger. Nails grazing around the engraved initials. JBB. James Buchanan Barnes. The man who became your everything. Baking cookies that he loved. Embroidered a handkerchief, which never left his pocket. Made silly little flower rings for him, which he wore, and later you always saw him keeping it in his chest pocket. Always held onto his arm, his warmth making you feel safe. Wrote him letters, spraying it with the perfumed he loved, kissing the paper, wishing it was him instead. His blue eyes made you feel like you were drowning in his love, falling harder each day. And just like that, you loved blue. You loved combing your fingers through his hair, his head lying onto your chest. The man who got you flowers every time he met you. He, who loved to hold you close, arms around your frame, pulling you onto his chest. The man, whose eyes never left yours during this one party, who had plucked up courage and started talking with you. Who had made a promise to meet you in cafes, walking around the streets, the air filled with laughter. The man, who was apparently very cocky, was wrapped around your fingers, according to his friends. He, who couldn't live without smoking, dropped it in a heartbeat because you hated it, started wearing more of blue because it was your favourite colour. He, who asked you to be his, with a bouquet of flowers he had picked out, in the cafe where you first met. He, whose hands on your cheeks, thumb brushing on your reddened cheeks. His lips, so soft, on yours, murmuring promises. He, who would hold your hand, fingers intertwining. He, who had never cried before, hugging you, sobbing into your neck, when he returned from his posting. He, who always promised to be back home, to you. He, who had promised to give you a part of him, his dog tag, after all this war was over. He promised to marry you, placing a metal ring as a reminder till he came back, a ring on his finger too, engraved with your initials. James Buchanan Barnes, your man. The dog tags feel a little cold on your fingers, but not compared to how cold your cheeks feel, tears streaming down them. Only this time, James wasn't around to wipe them. His hat lies on your lap. You pick it up, patting it as if you were patting his fluffy head just how he liked. You brought it close to your face, the smell of gun and dust filling your nostrils. But among them, was the familiar smell of him, filling your soul. Steve had brought it for you, his face numb. He consoled you, but you knew better, he was in mourning too. He saluted as he left, but you just couldn't move. The funeral passed by in a blur, a lot of new faces consoling you about your loss. The house feels empty, dying flowers in the vase, a part of you dying too. You hadn't removed them, the last flowers that he had got you. You should have hugged him a little harder before he left. You should have held onto his face, looking into those blue eyes, just a bit longer before he left. You wished you were there, while he groaned in pain and agony, holding onto him, hands through his hair, making it easier for him to rest. But you couldn't. The soft smile tugging on his lips in the black and white picture won over your heart, and would do so again and again, till your last breath. He broke his promise this one time. And you could never forget it. And he would live on in your memory, dancing with his hands over his waist, body swaying against yours, in the rain, lips pressed onto yours, mumbling sweet nothings.
A/n: hey guys, hope y'all liked it! I came across this picture on Pinterest, and well yeah had to write smthg about it I promise my next pic will be fluff :)
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Memory
(SeargentBucky x fem!reader) Word count: 600+ Warnings: angst
The metal ring feels heavy around your finger. Nails grazing around the engraved initials. JBB. James Buchanan Barnes. The man who became your everything. Baking cookies that he loved. Embroidered a handkerchief, which never left his pocket. Made silly little flower rings for him, which he wore, and later you always saw him keeping it in his chest pocket. Always held onto his arm, his warmth making you feel safe. Wrote him letters, spraying it with the perfumed he loved, kissing the paper, wishing it was him instead. His blue eyes made you feel like you were drowning in his love, falling harder each day. And just like that, you loved blue. You loved combing your fingers through his hair, his head lying onto your chest. The man who got you flowers every time he met you. He, who loved to hold you close, arms around your frame, pulling you onto his chest. The man, whose eyes never left yours during this one party, who had plucked up courage and started talking with you. Who had made a promise to meet you in cafes, walking around the streets, the air filled with laughter. The man, who was apparently very cocky, was wrapped around your fingers, according to his friends. He, who couldn't live without smoking, dropped it in a heartbeat because you hated it, started wearing more of blue because it was your favourite colour. He, who asked you to be his, with a bouquet of flowers he had picked out, in the cafe where you first met. He, whose hands on your cheeks, thumb brushing on your reddened cheeks. His lips, so soft, on yours, murmuring promises. He, who would hold your hand, fingers intertwining. He, who had never cried before, hugging you, sobbing into your neck, when he returned from his posting. He, who always promised to be back home, to you. He, who had promised to give you a part of him, his dog tag, after all this war was over. He promised to marry you, placing a metal ring as a reminder till he came back, a ring on his finger too, engraved with your initials. James Buchanan Barnes, your man. The dog tags feel a little cold on your fingers, but not compared to how cold your cheeks feel, tears streaming down them. Only this time, James wasn't around to wipe them. His hat lies on your lap. You pick it up, patting it as if you were patting his fluffy head just how he liked. You brought it close to your face, the smell of gun and dust filling your nostrils. But among them, was the familiar smell of him, filling your soul. Steve had brought it for you, his face numb. He consoled you, but you knew better, he was in mourning too. He saluted as he left, but you just couldn't move. The funeral passed by in a blur, a lot of new faces consoling you about your loss. The house feels empty, dying flowers in the vase, a part of you dying too. You hadn't removed them, the last flowers that he had got you. You should have hugged him a little harder before he left. You should have held onto his face, looking into those blue eyes, just a bit longer before he left. You wished you were there, while he groaned in pain and agony, holding onto him, hands through his hair, making it easier for him to rest. But you couldn't. The soft smile tugging on his lips in the black and white picture won over your heart, and would do so again and again, till your last breath. He broke his promise this one time. And you could never forget it. And he would live on in your memory, dancing with his hands over your waist, both of your bodies swaying, in the rain, lips pressed onto yours, mumbling sweet nothings.
A/n: hey guys, hope y'all liked it! I came across this picture on Pinterest, and well yeah had to write smthg about it I promise my next pic will be fluff :)
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Glimpses
(Bucky Barnes x fem!reader) Word count: 600+ Warnings: angst
Hands shuffling through fruits. The glove sticking to his palm. His shoulders tensed, ears sharp. From the corner of his eye, Bucky notices a familiar floral bag. His hands still, breath caught. Gaze flicking upwards, to be met with the sight of the jacket that he once was so familiar with. Hair grown, braided like she always used to do. Not quite far from him, she rummages through vegetables. He didn't need to check her face to know who she was. That back, which used to be flushed against his chest, night after night. That hair, which used to tickle his face in the mornings, lying in bed. Those shoulders, which used to brush against his, cup of coffee in their hands. Black, that's what she likes. Liked, back then. How hard he tried, Bucky couldn't peel his eyes off you. A sigh leaves his lips, knowing that he was the one that ended it. He had let himself drift too far, more than he could ever imagine. The wall that he had created, started to crack when he met you. Those lingering touches, shared laughter. Bucky thought he was, perhaps living again, not merely surviving. Just like how his face slowly became more used to smiles. His voice, becoming softer, because of you. His guard, a little down. He found his safe space. But Bucky couldn't ignore it forever. Nightmares followed him along, flashes of faces, of those who he had killed, their shrieks and pleas ringing in his ears. Waking up middle of the night, covered in sweat. You were always beside him, comforting him that it was the Winter soldier who did those, not the James Buchanan Barnes he is now. But Bucky wasn't convinced. At the end of the day, it was still him, who wrecked homes, destroyed families. It was his hands, smeared with blood of innocents. He was a war machine, and how hard he tried, he couldn't run from his past. That was the truth. That was him. And lifelong, the ones he cared about the most, ended up getting hurt. And you were the last person who he wanted to be hurt. He wanted to protect you from cruel things he dealt with, being in the Avengers, so that you wouldn't be a target. Even if it meant sacrificing the only peace he found. So be it, let him be the villain again. It would be easier to be hated, despised upon, and Bucky did that. Told you that he wasn't ready for a long term relationship, even though in reality, you were the only one who he could imagine a future with. He told you that work was more important, that he didn't have time for you. Lies. But if his lies shielded you from this side of the world, so be it. It broke his heart to see your face fall, tears streaming down your cheeks, your voice hoarse from pleading him. How he wished to cradle your face, wipe away the tears, but he couldn't. He wouldn't. His eyes refocused on your face, smiling softly as you paid the shopkeeper. Those lips, which used to be on his, mumbling sweet nothings. He could see your eyes, kind like always, keeping the change in your bag. Bucky sees you walking away, just like how he did from your life, a year ago.
It's all for her good.
"Sir, are you going to choose some more fruits?" The shopkeeper's voice brings him back. "Only these, please" he hands over his selected fruit, peaches. How you forced him to eat them, the sweet and sour finish being your favourite. And that became his favourite too, even if he still wasn't yours. The polythene bag hangs from his hand as he walks to his apartment, the promise ring on his finger feeling a little cold than usual. "You will wear this, and it will remind you of me," your voice seeped into his mind. And that was the only reason he still didn't remove it, and he never will.
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Glimpses
(Bucky Barnes x fem!reader) Word count: 600+ Warnings: angst
Hands shuffling through fruits. The glove sticking to his palm. His shoulders tensed, ears sharp. From the corner of his eye, Bucky notices a familiar floral bag. His hands still, breath caught. Gaze flicking upwards, to be met with the sight of the jacket that he once was so familiar with. Hair grown, braided like she always used to do. Not quite far from him, she rummages through vegetables. He didn't need to check her face to know who she was. That back, which used to be flushed against his chest, night after night. That hair, which used to tickle his face in the mornings, lying in bed. Those shoulders, which used to brush against his, cup of coffee in their hands. Black, that's what she likes. Liked, back then. How hard he tried, Bucky couldn't peel his eyes off you. A sigh leaves his lips, knowing that he was the one that ended it. He had let himself drift too far, more than he could ever imagine. The wall that he had created, started to crack when he met you. Those lingering touches, shared laughter. Bucky thought he was, perhaps living again, not merely surviving. Just like how his face slowly became more used to smiles. His voice, becoming softer, because of you. His guard, a little down. He found his safe space. But Bucky couldn't ignore it forever. Nightmares followed him along, flashes of faces, of those who he had killed, their shrieks and pleas ringing in his ears. Waking up middle of the night, covered in sweat. You were always beside him, comforting him that it was the Winter soldier who did those, not the James Buchanan Barnes he is now. But Bucky wasn't convinced. At the end of the day, it was still him, who wrecked homes, destroyed families. It was his hands, smeared with blood of innocents. He was a war machine, and how hard he tried, he couldn't run from his past. That was the truth. That was him. And lifelong, the ones he cared about the most, ended up getting hurt. And you were the last person who he wanted to be hurt. He wanted to protect you from cruel things he dealt with, being in the Avengers, so that you wouldn't be a target. Even if it meant sacrificing the only peace he found. So be it, let him be the villain again. It would be easier to be hated, despised upon, and Bucky did that. Told you that he wasn't ready for a long term relationship, even though in reality, you were the only one who he could imagine a future with. He told you that work was more important, that he didn't have time for you. Lies. But if his lies shielded you from this side of the world, so be it. It broke his heart to see your face fall, tears streaming down your cheeks, your voice hoarse from pleading him. How he wished to cradle your face, wipe away the tears, but he couldn't. He wouldn't. His eyes refocused on your face, smiling softly as you paid the shopkeeper. Those lips, which used to be on his, mumbling sweet nothings. He could see your eyes, kind like always, keeping the change in your bag. Bucky sees you walking away, just like how he did from your life, a year ago.
It's all for her good.
"Sir, are you going to choose some more fruits?" The shopkeeper's voice brings him back. "Only these, please" he hands over his selected fruit, peaches. How you forced him to eat them, the sweet and sour finish being your favourite. And that became his favourite too, even if he still wasn't yours. The polythene bag hangs from his hand as he walks to his apartment, the promise ring on his finger feeling a little cold than usual. "You will wear this, and it will remind you of me," your voice seeped into his mind. And that was the only reason he still didn't remove it, and he never will.
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