This was a request by @yourssincerelytae! This will be multiple parts because it’s too good to fit into just one excerpt! - (the request is italicized) okay, i just saw that you opened requests, so here i am, is based on a current daydream i have with Bucky. So, can i request a one-shot where the reader is a old money heiress who just became an avenger, she has super powers and all, and Bucky has a huge crush on her but he thinks she won't want to be with him because they're from "different worlds" but then on a mission they have to pretend to be a couple and well you know... With a lot of fluff and Bucky being nervous and weird around her.
Not beta’d. Sorry for any and all errors.
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“Sergeant Barnes, Nick Fury has requested to see you in his office.” A woman walked up to Bucky while he was training with Steve. He gave the woman a weird look then glanced at Steve. Steve only shrugged, he had no idea why Fury wanted him.
“Better not keep the pirate waiting,” Steve said as he walked off the sparring mat.
Bucky followed the woman to Fury’s office. Once inside he noticed the woman who had recently joined the Avengers standing in front of Fury’s desk. She was beautiful, that had been his first visceral reaction when he had met her a few months ago. They met on the fly while Natasha was showing her around the compound. Her eyes were bright and everything about her exuded grace, but when she opened her mouth her voice was like honey, it was sweet and something he could listen to all day. The way her lips curved up in a gentle smile when she greeted him, he couldn’t help but feel like that smile was just for him but the more he learned about her the more he realized he had no chance in hell with her. She came from money, old money. She was an heiress and that honestly blew his mind. He’d never formally met an heiress before. She also had the most intricate powers he’d ever seen, you were a marvel in his eyes. Every piece of information he learned about you he kept close to his chest like he was in an intense game of poker, and his poker face was stellar. Keeping his true feelings for the new Avenger far from the surface. Or so he thought.
“Care to join the land of the living, Sargent Barnes?” Nicky Fury’s voice cut into his thoughts like a dagger and Bucky cleared his throat and crossed over to the part of the room where you and Fury were. You sent him that smile that he’d grown to love so much when he stood next to you. You were so kind, he thought to himself. “You two are being assigned an undercover mission. Y/n isn’t well known yet so her cover is obviously going to be easy. A hair cut for you Barnes and I’m sure no one will bat an eye.” He handed you both a file. You each took a moment to read them and inside you seen that you were married? Bucky’s brows knit in confusion briefly before looking up at Fury like he had lost his mind.
“Are you insane?” Is all he said, he didn’t know why the thought of being married to you made him so nervous. Even if it was just for a mission. Fury sighed and stood up, hands on his hips.
“No. I’m not. Going undercover is within your scope of practice. Find the guy smuggling weapons, infiltrate the base, then- and only then- can you two come back. I don’t care how long it takes, enjoy fake married life.” Nick Fury smirked as he dismissed you both from his office.
“Well, that went well..” you couldn’t help but giggle slightly. You looked over at Bucky and he seemed so tense. “Hey, we’ll be divorced before you know it.” You joked, sending him a little wink and his features softened a little. He laughed slightly and shook his head.
“Sorry, that wasn’t aimed at you. Undercover work is just, not my thing. I’m sure being married to you will be great.” You both laughed that time, walking down the hall together. Bucky’s skin felt like it was on fire, you were so god damn beautiful it hurt. He could barely even look at you, your eyes boring into his and the way your lips looked soft and plump- the most kissable lips he’d ever seen.
“Bucky? Erm…Bucky?” You called him again softly. You gently placed your hand in his shoulder and his head whipped around to meet your gaze. You giggled nervously. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you…I just wanted to know what time you wanted to leave. It says your lead on the mission.” Which to you was normal, you were still new to the team so you weren’t expecting to be leading missions anytime soon.
“Oh, Um….” He flipped back open the file and skimmed the location of where they’d be heading. He thought for a moment and then looked back up at you. “Let’s get ready to go now, I’d like to leave by five this evening. No later than that.”
You nodded. “Sounds good, I’ll meet you back here then.” You smiled before heading off to pack. Bucky stood there, completely in over his head. He had just went from never speaking to the girl to being fake married to her.
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You and Bucky filed into the car you were given for the mission. Bucky driving as you made your way out of New York and to your new ‘home’. The car ride was silent for the most part, you decided to read up on the file you were given, you wanted to be prepared and show Bucky that you were a capable and reliable partner.
Meanwhile Bucky’s mind was miles away from the mission. He kept thinking and fretting over how much of a blubbering idiot he was probably going to be around you. He hated that he got all tripped up around you. Bucky from the 40’s wasn’t this big of a dunce. He was smooth, suave and confident. Now he was shriveled you old man who could barley look at a gorgeous woman. That’s how he felt anyways.
“We should probably work on our story, ya think? Like how we met and stuff?” You posed it as a question but you felt like going to small town where everyone knew everyone, you figured neighbors would stop by for a visit and ask those questions.
“Uhhhh yeah. Sounds good. I’m Chris Grant, and you’re Anna Grant. We met ummmm,” he was trying to think of where they could’ve possibly met.
“We met at work. I was the new girl and you and I were thrown into a project together and we’ve been inseparable ever since?” Bucky couldn’t help but laugh at how easy you just made that.
“That sounds perfect, easy to remember too .” He chided as he kept his eyes on the road.
“Okay, first date…” you glanced over at him, smiling slightly.
“I took you out for dinner and dancing, you like Italian?” He asked, glancing over at you quickly only for the heat to rise in his cheeks when he realized you were already looking at him with those big beautiful eyes.
“I love Italian. And dancing.” You smiled brightly and looked back down at the paper.
“Our first big fight…hmmm I say we don’t really fight. You’re too sweet on me to pick a fight. You let me win,” you couldn’t help but smirk and Bucky busted out laughing.
“Oh really? Not even that one time when I did that one thing at the one party?” Talking with you was so easy, and coming up with your make believe life was fun.
You laughed and shook your head. “Oh how could I forget that! Your right, forgetting my grandmas 80th birthday was a rather big deal, babe.” You sent him a fake glare and you both laughed some more. His heart fluttered when you called him babe. Even though it was in good fun and at the sake of the mission. It sounded so nice coming from your petal pink lips.
“I’m still apologizing for it,” he chuckled. “Now, for how I proposed…” he thought for a moment. “I took you to upstate New York and proposed on New Year’s Eve in Times Square.” If heart eyes could be visible he would’ve seen them on your face.
“Our wedding was small and intimate. Us and our closest friends and family,” you held up a picture that the file contained- a fake wedding picture. It was crazy how in depth SHIELD went for undercover stuff. It even had Bucky’s new haircut in the picture. You liked his hair before so it took you a second to recognize me him with his short hair. In your opinion he was handsome either way.
Once you had finalized every detail of your fake married life you relaxed in your seat. You arrived at your new home late that night, Bucky taking in your bags, already playing the part of a caring loving husband. The home was fully decorated and pictures of the two of you adorned a few walls and the coffee table in the kitchen. “Okay…kind of freaky…” Bucky said as you both looked around.
The house was small but for a newly married couple it was perfect. There was one bedroom and then an office space. You both looked around a little and met back in the living room. “I can take the couch…” Bucky said and you shook your head.
“Nonsense. We are adults, we can share the bed. This mission could take months, you can’t sleep on the couch for months on end.” You scolded softly and he chuckled.
“Who is in charge?” He chuckled and you bit your lip.
“You’re right, I’m so sorry…” you already were forgetting your place, not a great start.
“No no…I was kidding. Thank you, we can share the bed.” He quickly rectified the awkward turnabout in conversation. “Well it’s pretty late, I might head to bed.” He said softly. You nodded and went to grab night clothes. You changed in the bathroom and he quickly changed while you were gone. He took the side of the bed closest to the door and you took the opposite side by default. The sheets were soft against your skin, nice and crisp and it made falling to sleep so much easier.
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Bucky woke to the smell of coffee, his neck cranked in a weird position from the couch he had slept on. He had waited for you to fall asleep before sneaking out of the room. He still had nightmares and he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you or scare you in the middle of the night so he retreated to the couch. He sat up and put on his shirt so he was fully clothed. He walked to the kitchen to see you at the stove. Whatever you were making smelled burnt.
“I don’t think burning down the house on our first day is a good way to start,” he chuckled and you whipped around, half startled.
“Oh my god-“ you hand was over your chest and you braced yourself a little at first before realizing it was Bucky. “You scared the shit out of me, you were just asleep a second ago.” You laughed nervously and Bucky shot you a sad smile.
“Sorry…I’m light on my feet.” He walked over and noticed the burnt food. He could only chuckle. “It looks…good.” He forced a smile and you rolled your eyes.
“Hush. I’m not a very good cook.” You pouted playfully and you turned off the stove and threw your third failed attempt at French toast in the trash.
“Here. How about I cook and you enjoy that cup of coffee?” He smiled and took the spatula from you, making the heat rise in your own cheeks.
“Deal.” You smiled and took a sip of your coffee but after a moment you decided to pour him one. “Do you like anything in your coffee?” You asked.
“Two sugars, please.” He smiled, taking it gently once you handed it to him. He was quite versed in the kitchen. Moving about it with ease, flipping the bread in time, letting out a little whistle like tune, something you were sure was from the 40’s.
You listened with a small smile on your face but that all came to a halt when a knock came at the door. “I’ll get it.”
When Y/N gets an unreal deal on her first home, she wonders why her neighbor scared away all the other buyers. Despite being cautious, she wonders why the town has given Bucky Barnes a bad name.
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Summary: You start to see colour when you meet your soulmate. Bucky thinks that soulmates are a one of a kind thing—you get one and that's it. His world used to be colourful once and then he lost that. He's resigned to see black and white for the rest of his life...until flashes of colours would appear from the corner of his eye. And it seemed to happen more and more as Bucky spends time with you.
Note: I'm deeply sighing because Bucky makes me one emotional bitch. Taglist is still open for Bucky, Steve, Andy Barber, or all! :) comment or dm !
Warnings: So fucking soft and fluffy with a smidgen of angst.
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It was a strange phenomenon.
You often wonder how it could ever possibly exist and ruminate on the fact that no one really knows the science behind it.
The idea that soulmates exist has always made you slightly uncomfortable but also intrigued you.
Everyone's world is black and white from the moment they're born, and you know you've met your soulmate when you see colour.
The idea that your world could suddenly change when you meet your soulmate...that's terrifying. At the same time, you couldn't help but want to know what colours were like.
Your best friend had found her soulmate way back in high school. She talked about her love. The green of her eyes, the red of her hair, and the multitude of colours she wore.
You don't understand. And there was nothing your best friend could say that would make you understand colours either.
You were a little reluctant about the idea of a soulmate, the idea that someone is made for you and that you're made for someone. Mostly because you can't imagine someone loving you...like really loving you.
Nevertheless, you make a silent vow to the universe that if you ever do meet your soulmate...you'd love them with everything you had.
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There is something amazing to be said about the phenomenon of finding your soulmate. The way colour bleeds into your vision, taking over the monochrome of everything, and it feels like life has been breathed into you.
Bucky has had the pleasure of experiencing it.
But there's also something that may not be as commonly known or spoken about.
And it's the fact that if colour can be added to your life...it can also be taken away.
Bucky has had the misfortune of experiencing it.
The hard part is that Bucky doesn't even really remember it happening. Probably because he was brainwashed while it occurred.
There had been a girl in the back in the 40s. His girl. James Buchanan Barnes had met his soulmate, and he loved her the way all romantic movies were back then.
And at some point, while he was the Winter Soldier...the colour faded from his view. She was gone, and Bucky hadn't even known until he was clear-headed again and noticed the monochrome of everything.
It was strange. Bucky felt the loss, felt it deeply and immensely in his soul, but he couldn't shed a single tear.
No one really knows anything about soulmates.
All Bucky can think is that was it. He had his one happiness, and now she's gone.
For the rest of his life, his world will always be black and white because falling in love again would be simply too greedy.
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Bucky's making his way to the kitchen when he sees you staring blankly into the fridge. He leans against the door, arms crossed with a quirked eyebrow.
"You lose something in there, doll? Or..." Bucky finally says when you stand there with the fridge open too long.
You look up, surprised, and feel the heat creep up in your cheeks when you realize you've been caught.
"Oh, hey, Bucky," you smile sheepishly. "I'm pretty sure I left some ice cream in here but I can't seem to find it."
"What kind?"
"Drumsticks."
Bucky snorts. "Sorry, doll, but Steve is a menace and if you leave that lying around...well."
You sigh dramatically. "He lives to ruin my life."
Bucky lets out a laugh as he walks to the fridge to see what was in it. "Have you even eaten yet?" He asks.
"Um, ice cream for lunch," you tell him, and Bucky rolls his eyes with a smile.
"Not good enough," Bucky scolds you playfully as he begins to take things out. "I'll make some pasta for lunch that we can eat and then we can go on a walk to get some ice cream. Sound like a plan?"
You smile at him widely and nod. "You're a good person, Buck. I'll be sure to rub it into Steve's face the next time I see him."
Bucky merely laughs quietly as he begins prepping ingredients. You sit across from him on the kitchen island, watching him diligently.
You're a phenomenon to Bucky. You've come into his life like a whirlwind and somehow able to make the grey seem chaotic. It's hard not to like you. He thinks you're pretty, and Bucky is incredibly weak for pretty dames.
It's easier to pretend like he's never known colour before since you don't know what it's like either. He's tried to forget the fact how once upon a time, there was a person in his life that described the beauty of colours to him. That once, he was told that he has the most stunning cobalt eyes and dark, inky hair—not quite black but warm nonetheless.
At times when Bucky catches himself staring at you, he can't help but wonder what colour your eyes are, what colour is your hair?
You were so pretty, monochrome and all, and Bucky feels guilty that he wishes he could still see colour to see what you'd really look like.
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The first time it happens is when everyone has decided to take the day off and have a picnic in the park. People come and go to greet them but for the most part, leave the heroes alone to relax.
Technically, you're not a hero, but the number of times patched up the team makes you an honorary member. It's good because Bucky likes sitting next to you while you talk animatedly with Natasha about whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza. He also enjoys watching you antagonize Steve for stealing your ice cream weeks ago.
Bucky can't quite explain it, but the sky seems a little bluer today.
"Bucky?"
He hums as he looks over to you, finally done with your conversation with Natasha as you lie back on the blanket, staring up at the sky.
Bucky wonders if you yearned to see colour.
You turn your head to the side, peering up at him seriously, and he starts to feel a little sweaty and nervous.
"Do you think pineapple belongs on pizza?"
Bucky clicks his tongue at you, scowling slightly as you grin at him.
"Don't even try to start that with me."
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The second time it happens, it's when Bucky is spilling the broken parts of him out to you.
"Her name was Dorothy," Bucky says, unsure if he wants to smile or cry at the sound of her name from his own mouth. "Used to call her Dotty."
Suddenly, Bucky thinks this was a terrible idea. What was he doing, reaching into his own chest, breaking his ribs open and exposing his battered heart to you?
Somehow, recounting how he probably broke her heart when he disappeared and how his own heart would break over and over every time he was conscious enough to realize he stopped seeing colours.
"Soulmates are a funny thing, aren't they?" Bucky said as he leaned back further into the couch, eating the popcorn he made for the movie night with you. "Having someone meant for you doesn't guarantee any sort of happy ending."
You nod as you squeeze his arm comfortingly once, but not overbearingly before you let go and look at the TV.
"Think you'll meet your soulmate anytime soon?" Bucky asks after a while as the movie starts to near its end.
You shrug. "Truthfully, I'm not sold on the whole soulmates thing."
"Really?"
You nod. "There's not that much information about it, but personally I don't think soulmates mean something so grand as one person being meant for you."
Bucky stares at you curiously, not saying anything but looking at you intently to continue on, and you sigh.
"I think soulmates exist in many forms. Platonically, romantically, the pure love between a child and a parent—things like that. I don't think there's just one soulmate for you out there. You could have more than one. My mom did after my dad passed away," you turn to him with a soft smile on your face.
"Do you think it's greedy to love someone again? To see colour again when you've already had it and lost it?" Bucky asks quietly.
"No," you answer immediately. "I don't think being capable of love, especially after a loss, is greedy. It's brave, isn't it? To know the pain and tragedy of loss, and still be able to love again."
You look away then, staring at the TV as if you're trying to catch the ending.
Bucky watches as you swallow, looking relaxed.
"Besides, just because someone is your soulmate, doesn't mean you are theirs."
There's something so solemn the way you say it, and when he continues to stare at you, he thinks he sees it. Something intense in the corner of your eyes that isn't monochrome.
Bucky thinks about your words at night. Colours are such a weird concept, and he wonders if the fact that he's seen them before gives him the ability to start dreaming about pastel blues, pretty pinks, and bright yellows.
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It's harder for Bucky to deny his own greediness and selfishness, despite your words that he isn't.
He sees colour at the oddest times and more frequently.
He knows the colour of your eyes, and he swears there's nothing like it. He knows the colour of your hair and the hues of your skin, and you remind him of Autumn.
And just like everything else in Bucky's life since being in the modern world, he doesn't know what to do.
It's obvious that you don't see colours. It's in the way you ask him one afternoon when he's in your bay getting patched up.
"What was it like for you to see colours?"
Bucky feels something clench in his chest as he peers up at you and swallows at how delicately you treat him.
"Amazing," Bucky finally says, unable to really say anything else. "I don't really know how to describe it. One moment, everything suddenly became brighter and darker all at once. I think I was a little overwhelmed, if I'm being honest, it was kind of a sensory overload."
You smile as you continue to dress his wound.
"Honestly, I don't know if I'm describing it well," Bucky shrugs. "I think it's just one of those things you only understand when you experience it."
You're silent, but Bucky continues to stare at you, feeling a dull ache in his chest.
You're wearing a purple shirt today and green pants, and it totally doesn't match, but Bucky finds it all the more adorable, even if painful.
"What do you think it'll be like for you when you see colour?" Bucky can't help but ask.
You finish dressing his wound, patting his arm gently as you ponder the question and give him a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes.
"I think I'll be a little lonely but I'll be very in love as well."
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"Bucky."
Bucky snaps his eyes open, feeling his heart race and sweat on his forehead, chest, and back.
He turns over to see you, hovering at the edge of his bed unsurely.
"What's the matter, doll?" Bucky rasps as he sits up and rubs his eyes. He takes a deep breath to calm his rapidly beating heart.
"You tell me," you mumble as you pull at your cardigan sleeve and begin to dab at his forehead, clearing away the sweat. "You were screaming and I heard you next door."
Bucky feels bad because he usually has FRIDAY soundproof his room. He must've fallen asleep before he could remember to do it.
"'m sorry," Bucky mutters. "Woke you up."
You shrug. "I was already awake, couldn't sleep so I was reading."
Bucky nods, still feeling guilty because he disturbed you nonetheless. He feels even worse that he feels better with you here.
"Are you sleepy?" You ask abruptly, and Bucky shrugs. "Want to watch a couple of episodes of our show?"
You're throwing a lifeline and being very subtle about it, and Bucky's thankful. He nods, and he's about to get up to go with you out into the common room when you climb over him and settle underneath the blanket beside him.
"Remote?" You ask, and Bucky dumbly turns to his nightstand, pulling out the drawer and passing the remote to you.
You multitask, taking off your cardigan as you pull the blanket up and turn on the TV.
"FRIDAY, soundproof the room," you ask, and the AI does so with confirmation.
Bucky's facing forward at the TV, but he's staring at you from the corner of his eyes.
You look really good, wrapped up in his navy blue blanket.
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"Which tie should I wear tonight?"
You turn over and look at Bucky with a tilt of your head. "Does it matter what I pick?"
Bucky smiles. "C'mon, doll, pick. It doesn't matter if you pick or if you don't pick, so might as well pick."
You snort as you shake your head. You exaggeratingly stare at the choices before you, which makes him laugh before you pick one.
A green tie.
It clashes horribly against his maroon suit, but Bucky smiles as he ties it around his neck.
When the two of you arrive at the gala, everyone else is already there. It's easy to tell who can see colour when they see Bucky's clashing tie and suit and he gets pitying looks.
But Bucky doesn't care because you picked the tie. He would've worn neon pink if you picked it.
Bucky wishes he could tell you that you look so fuckin' pretty in your viridian dress tonight, but he merely settles for a vague compliment instead.
"Ready for some ass kissing tonight?" You ask as you smile at some of the men who walk by the two of you.
"You know it," Bucky refrains from licking his lips. "Even wore some chapstick tonight."
You let a laugh behind your hand as you shake your head at him. You give him a warning look to behave tonight as you walk off and do some mingling.
Bucky meets up with Sam and Steve, who looks equally reluctant to be here tonight.
The night drags on, but Bucky finds himself having more fun than he thought. He gets to dance a couple of times with you and share some drinks.
The best part is when you steal a whole bottle of wine—the expensive shit—before you grab Bucky and drag him out to the farside balcony where it's just the two of you.
"I am so tired of old white men," you mutter as you sit down on the floor and pull Bucky down with you.
Bucky chuckles. "I know I may not look like it, but I am also an old white man."
You give him a mischievous grin. "Should I kiss your ass too?"
Bucky lets out a laugh as he bumps his shoulder gently against yours. "I think we've both had enough ass-kissing tonight. Maybe tomorrow," he adds playfully.
"If you make waffles tomorrow, I may be inclined."
The two of you take turns drinking out of the bottle of wine like uncultured swines, and Bucky pulls out pretzels he stuffed in his jacket pocket earlier.
"You animal," you giggle but still take some from his hand.
Bucky just grins because you're drunk. He can't get drunk anymore, but he drinks with you out of solidarity.
There's more light banter before the wine bottle is finished, and a comfortable silence falls between the two of you. You've got your knees pulled up to your chest as you rest your cheek on it, facing him.
You look so soft with your heavy lidded eyes.
"I told you, you look beautiful tonight, right?" Bucky says suddenly.
You laugh and nod. "You did. You look really dashing tonight too."
"Dashing?" Bucky teasingly repeats after you, and you roll your eyes.
"Well, as much as you can be. I did you a little dirty picking the green tie but it was the only shade you had and I wanted you to match with me just a little," you say as you close your eyes. "I think you rock it, though. Did you see what that guy from IT was wearing? Yikes."
Bucky feels a jolt in his chest, and he hardly hears you.
"What did you just say?" Bucky asks faintly.
You hum in response initially before the realization of what you just said catches up with you, and you open your eyes, sobering up.
"I—I think we should head back in," you say abruptly and stand up, wobbling slightly.
Bucky stands up too and catches your wrist.
"Don't you dare run," Bucky frowns. "You said you wanted to match. You...You can see."
You swallow and shrug. "It doesn't mean anything—"
"It means everything!" Bucky nearly explodes, refusing to let you go even as you tug gently away from him. "Why didn't you say anything? Is it...is it not me?"
That makes Bucky feel like he's drowning and his feet like lead. The possibility you can see colours, and he's not the reason. But why wouldn’t you say anything?
You don't say anything, and that makes Bucky upset—angry, even.
"So, what? You've just been lying to me this whole time? Even if it's not me, I thought we were friends."
"We are," you glare at him as you tug your wrist away hard enough to make him let go. "But whether or not I can see colour is none of your business, Bucky. I don't owe you anything."
Bucky wants to step back as if he's been slapped. You're right, you don't owe him anything like that, but it doesn't stop how hurt he feels. He tries to shove it down because he just—he needs to know.
"What's this punk's name?" Bucky asks, trying to sound as light as possible. "He treating you bad? If he is, just tell me and I'll right him up real good."
"Just drop it, Bucky," you mutter, but Bucky just can't.
"No, just tell me who it is. Is it Steve?" Bucky asks because Steve would be the next person you spend the most time with. "Bruce? Thor? Some guy in the HR department?"
"Bucky—"
"Why are you so reluctant to tell me?" Bucky pushes, and you just explode.
"Because it is you!" You frustratingly say to him, lips pressed into a thin line and tears rimming your eyes.
Bucky is silent, eyes wide and mouth open just a little in shock.
You sniffle and try your damn hardest not to let the tears fall.
Your throat feels raw suddenly. "I—saw colours. All along. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I could see it. You were just passing by me in the hall and suddenly it felt like I was both shattering and being completed."
Bucky swallows painfully.
"Why didn't you..." Bucky starts to say, but you shake your head.
"Because it was obvious when I met you that you didn't see colour for me," you say, not looking at him as you turn your face away. "I told you, Bucky. Just because someone is your soulmate doesn't mean you are theirs."
And Bucky can't help but see your sad smile the last time he asked you what you'd think it'd be like if you could see colours.
"I think I'll be a little lonely but I'll be very in love as well."
You were in love with him.
All along, you were falling in love with him, and you were getting lonelier the more you fell in love with him.
God, Bucky feels like his tie is around his neck too tight, and he just—you make his heart splinter in every single way.
He suddenly cups your face, revelling in the way your cheeks are so soft and warm—probably from the alcohol.
You look up at him so pitifully that Bucky just wants to pull you close and hold you tightly.
"I love the colour of your eyes," Bucky says softly. "They make me feel warm and remind me of the beginning and ending of fall."
Your breath hitches, and Bucky smiles.
"I love your green dress. It's like silk on your skin. I'm glad you picked that hideous green tie if we get to match a little. I promise to buy more ties to match the shades of your dresses," Bucky declares.
You feel the tears well over because it just feels like your heart is expanding into your ribcage in the best ways.
"I didn't always see colours again," he admits as he wipes your tears with his thumb. "But I did. Slowly. Because you loved me enough to let me fall slowly for you."
Bucky's leaning closer to your face, and you try to not hiccup from crying.
"Thank you," Bucky nuzzles your nose before he asks with just a hint of desperation. "Can I kiss you?"
You nod in his hands and by God.
This is what colour is about, Bucky thinks as there's an explosion behind his eyes and Christ, you taste like the wine and pretzels, and Bucky is so—in love and happy. He slants his lips against yours over and over.
You see colour because of him.
"What a wonderful phenomenon," Bucky mutters against your lips.
Because there is something wonderful to be said about having a soulmate.
And Bucky is brave and so, so lucky to be able to experience it with you.
Summary: there's a rumour going around the compound about you and Sergeant Barnes, which is ridiculous because he's an avenger and you're a junior agent. How would a rumour like that even get started?
Genre: fluffy rom com nonsense. Slow burn.
Warnings: language, violence, characters get physically hurt, sexual content. 18+ see each chapter for specific warnings.
I guess it's time to make a masterlist. I only write for Bucky x Reader, but if Peaky Blinders ever comes back I may dabble into Thomas Shelby (my other emotionally damaged dark haired boyfriend).
Come for the angst and pining, stay for the fluff and happy endings (possible pun intended). I swear like a sailor so it's a safe bet there will be cursing in every fic.
My blog is 18+ so that goes for my fics as well. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Minors DNI. All fics will have warnings, heed them for your own safety.
Thanks for reading!
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🦉 Bucky Barnes Masterlist 🦉
^ contains smut
~ possible triggering content (e.g. PTSD/mental health, violence, sexual assault etc.)
To Serve and Protect ^~ (AU series, complete)
Bucky is an ex-cop turned social worker, forced to resign after witnessing a violent police brutality incident. Y/N is coming to terms with the fact that she is stuck in an abusive relationship. Bucky’s unsure why he’s so drawn to protect Y/N. All he knows is he’ll do whatever it takes.
Keep Me Cool
You and Bucky are on your third undercover mission acting as a couple. Things go awry when you fall ill. Cue caretaker!Bucky to the rescue.
If I Only Had a Heart ^~ (Part I / Part II)
Team Cap is back at the compound after being pardoned. Bucky is suffering from the shoddy work HYDRA did with his prosthetic. Tony brings reader in to fix it—and maybe help him find his heart in the process.
A Sixth Sense (working title; coming August)
Bucky x enhanced!Reader one-shot that may turn into a mini-series because I can’t seem to write less than 4K words on anything
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Bucky & Sam (platonic)
Word Count: 25K
Chapters: 6/15
Series Warnings: Post TFATWS, Endgame Compliant, Canon-Adjacent, Time Travel, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Injury, Mention of Past Death, PTSD, Survivor’s Guilt, General Winter Soldier Warnings, Period-Typical Racism, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Reunited Lovers, Eventual Smut.
Series Summary: When Bucky fell from the train in 1945, he didn’t just leave behind his family and friends. He left behind the girl he was going to marry, a girl he never stopped loving. Decades later, Bucky continued to search for her, only to find out that she had disappeared without a trace in 1955.
But when Steve hands over the shield to Sam Wilson, he also has something for his childhood friend—a redacted S.H.I.E.L.D. file code-named Operation: Freefall, a file with more questions than answers. With Sam’s help and a handful of Pym Particles, the file sends Bucky on a trip to the past, trying to solve the mystery and save the woman he still loves.
A/N: This series has been a long time coming. I first put out the teaser for it in January, and although I have (an embarrassing amount) of WIP’s right now, I just don’t want to wait to start on this one anymore. Hope you like it!
Please do not post my work anywhere else or claim it as your own. My fics are found ONLY on tumblr at the moment. I will update if I post them elsewhere.
*fics that are NSFW are marked as such
BUCKY X READER
Series
Park Place: You go on your usual walk with your dog only to bump into someone special. (COMPLETE)
Park Place Masterlist
60 Seconds: You’re part of the Avenger’s team, but that doesn’t mean you get treated the same by everyone. Your relationship with Bucky is playful, but as your past comes back to haunt you, things might change. (COMPLETE)
60 Seconds Masterlist
My Mission: Being Tony’s niece and being the main tech builder of the Avengers is great - you love your team, and you’d do anything for them. And when Steve returns, bringing his ex-HYDRA assassin friend along with him, you might just end up doing anything for Bucky, too. (COMPLETE)
My Mission Masterlist
A Very Bucky Christmas: Snow, Christmas trees, lights - standard things people see around Christmas time. But when you and a few the Avengers are stuck at a safe house during the Christmas season, you get bummed that you can’t have a standard Christmas. Bucky takes it upon himself to get you back into the holiday spirit. Well, he tries his best, anyway. (COMPLETE)
A Very Bucky Christmas Masterlist
Before the Dawn: The Avengers are called to destroy a HYDRA weapon, but when they arrive at it’s location, they find you there. Bucky knows you’re highly dangerous, your powers even more so, but he can’t help but get closer to you. (ON HOLD)
Before the Dawn Masterlist
Short Series
You’re the Reason I Come Home: You and Bucky have been through a lot together. But when things become too much and Bucky breaks up with you, you find that you could lose him completely. (COMPLETE)
Part 1
Part 2
Love & Marriage: Your older sister is getting married, but that means you need a date for the wedding. You end up asking Bucky with no other option. In order to appease your overbearing parents and sister, you end up needing to fake being in a relationship with Bucky in order to make things go smoothly. Except there’s one problem - you have a crush on him, and it’s a recipe bound for disaster - but the wedding must go on. (COMPLETE)
Part 1 - The Invitation
Part 2 - The Bridal Shower
Part 3 - The Rehearsal
Part 4 - The Reception
Relationship Mini-Series (ON HOLD)
Part 1: Flirting - You and Bucky have been staring at each other all night - but do either of you have the guts to flirt up close?
Part 2: Dating - You and Bucky have been flirting constantly for the past few weeks after the party, and both of you might just have a plan to do something about it. (*NSFW)
Part 3 - Steady - You and Bucky finally go on that date he asked you out on, but it would seem Bucky has some other plans at the drive-in instead of watching movies. (*NSFW)
Part 4 - COMING SOON
One-Shots
Space Heater: When the heater goes out, you’re left freezing and unable to get warm. Luckily, Bucky might be able to help with that.
Ice Skating: When Bucky notices you’re homesick, he takes you for a surprise.
Friendly Neighborhood Bucky: You and Bucky are neighbors, speaking only to say hi to each other. But when a spider appears in your bathtub, Bucky comes to your rescue.
Being Tony’s niece and being the main tech builder of the Avengers is great - you love your team, and you’d do anything for them. And when Steve returns, bringing his ex-HYDRA assassin friend along with him, you might just end up doing anything for Bucky, too. (COMPLETE)
Pairing: Bucky x reader (Book shop AU with a surprise twist ;)
Word Count: 1,311
Summary: A rainy day takes you on an unexpected adventure
Author’s Note: Hey everyone! So this is the first chapter of my first series. I hope you all enjoy it! I’m going to do my best to update at least once a week. Thank you all for showing interest in this and I really hope you enjoy! LOVE to all❤❤❤
Warnings: warm and fuzzy fluff, the delight of books, shy and sweet Bucky :)
The rain was coming down in a steady rhythm, the pitter patter melodic against your umbrella. With your polka dot rainboots splashing through the puddles you made your way down the block, looking for a warm spot to hide and wait out the storm.
Strange Times – You have a certain type - smart, charming, and handsome as sin. For years you’ve been in love with the only man you thought possessed all of those traits, but a chance encounter with a Strange individual sends you and a certain ex-assassin on a journey of self-discovery. As you try to find a way back home, will you also be able to uncover the perfect man hidden beneath layers of guilt and self-loathing. Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: When Steve asks his collegue to be his fake girlfriend, she accepts, thinking nothing could really go wrong. Then, she meets Steve’s best friend.
Pairing: Fake!Steve Rogers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader
Warnings: Specified at the beginning of every chapter.
Status: Completed
TEASER
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Epilogue
A/N: I finally made a masterlist for this series as I said idk how long ago! I’m sorry for the delay and I’m also sorry about the fact that I don’t know when the next part will be up! I just hope you’ll be still a bit patient with me!
Summary: It’s Y/N’s sophmore year of college, and she’s never had a boyfriend before. But all that will change when her best friend Steve finds out about her crush on him. Determined to prove she doesn’t care for him, bad boy Bucky Barnes comes up with a genius plan. To prove she’s over Steve and he’s not “pussy whipped”.
Warning: Fake Dating, Angst, Smut in some chapters so 18+. The NSFW chapters will be marked with an *
A/N: Based on the book/film To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before
366 Day Reblog Challenge Masterlist of Masterlists
Here’s a list of Masterlists created by the participants of the 366 Day Reblog Challenge. Feel free to check them out and discover some amazing new content you might have missed along the way! Remember, reblogs help writers get circulation for their work, which means they have a greater chance of reaching more readers/viewers. Positive feedback is also crucial to help content creators feel like their work is being appreciated by their audience. With that being said, happy reblogging! 💙
Masterlist @just-add-butter
Masterlist @super-marvellous-reads
Masterlist @the-canary
Masterlist @suz-123
Masterlist @delicatelyherdreams
Masterlist @justagirlinafandomworld
Masterlist @gamorazenn
Masterlist @marvelgirl7
Masterlist @iluvsumbucky
Masterlist @anagentinwriting
Masterlist 2 @deanwinchesterswitch
Masterlist @lancsnerd
Masterlist 2 @louisianaspell
Masterlist @nacho-bucky
Masterlist @blue-like-barnes
Masterlist @godofplumsandthunder
Masterlist @thefanficfaerie
Masterlist @sgtbxckybxrnes
Masterlist @xetoilerouge
Masterlist @bookscoffeeandracoons
Masterlist @princessmisery666
Masterlist @lovehelpmewrite
Masterlist 2 @captain-kelli
Masterlist @lesbian-x-blackwidow
Masterlist @angryteapot
Masterlist @moonstruckbucky
Masterlist @yallneedtrek
Masterlist @princess-yuna
Masterlist @nekoannie-chan
Masterlist @ladybugsfanfics
Masterlist @abovethesmokestacks
Masterlist @startrekkingaroundasgard
Masterlist @wintersoldierissucharide
Masterlist @sj-thefan
Masterlist @delicatelyherdreams
Masterlist @girl-next-door-writes
Masterlist @firefly-in-darkness
Masterlist @nekoannie-chan
Masterlist @dianadov
Masterlist @lostinthoughtsandfeelings
Masterlist @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash
Masterlist @buckybarnes-xyou
Masterlist @danijimenezv
Masterlist @niall2017
Masterlist @beccaanne814
Masterlist @avengerofyourheart
Masterlist @notimetoblog
Masterlist @jewels2876
Masterlist @elsa-lost-in-translation
Masterlist 2 @captain-rogers-beard
Masterlist @lesqui
Masterlist @ne-gans
Masterlist @fangirlinsweden
Masterlist @buckybarnesbeans
Masterlist 2 @sidehowriting
*These are in no particular order. If I’ve missed anyone, please reblog your Masterlist and tag me, or send me an ask!
**And don’t forget—you can search the tag “Becca’s Reblog Challenge” to find other stories that are being reblogged everyday!
