like it's not even a joke anymoreeeee mikkohaters are 1) lame as hellll 2) straight up dumb as shittttt. incapable of understanding the sport. now here's a man who doesn't know puck. like lol. lmao. writing fanfiction for why he's actually bad for the team when he's leading the team in points and top 5 in assists. that's crazy that's actually crazy. like sorry YOUR guy is old and lame and dookieass And mine is hot and talented and an olympian and gullys favorite princess
AND mikko is the next captain that's so crazy 😭 best forward on the stars and it's not even close. best player and the only two next to him are a defenseman and a goalie like he's literally carryinggggg the offense. and he's the only reason the stars even made it to the third round of the playoffs that's craaaaaazy but no no keep whining and making excuses while the anti munch transphobe captain takes a dumb penalty, throws a playoff game, and blows up his face bc he won't wear basic PPE. but sure Jan. mikkos the problem bc he's not one of YOUR yaoi blorbos. well . he's MY yaoi blorbos and your WRONG!!!!!!! my telekinesis throws everything across the room
on another note, watched The Mummy (1999) the other day and I couldn’t help feel like the O’Connells and the Addams (Addams Family Values (1993) would get on really well ya know? The O’Connells are basically the pastel adventure version of the Addams, surely they would just be vibin’ over tea and crumpets in an extremely haunted mansion having a ball of a time
*Rick and Gomez, still frantically sword fighting*
Rick: Have I mentioned how wonderful my wife is yet, I really feel like I haven’t really expanded enough on how wonderful she is
Gomez: do go on, I would be delighted to hear about how wonderful your wife is, I strongly encourge all men to extoll the virtues of their wives with rapturous praise, however I should perhaps mention my wife is in fact better
*sword fighting intensifies as both men rapturously extoll the virtues of their wives*
Summary: Bucky has trouble talking about his feelings and he ends up pushing away the one person he needs the most.
Request: Could you do ''Come on, open the door. Please.'' from the second prompt list for Bucky? Maybe angsty, but with a happy ending?? Thanks!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader / Post Civil War - Pre Infinity War Bucky Barnes x Reader / Bucky Barnes x Avengers!Reader
Word Count: 6.6k (I went way overboard. Sorry.)
Warnings: Angst, fluff, swear words. I think that's it. Let me know if I forgot something.
Notes at the end.
It had been a little over a year since Steve left Bucky in Wakanda and went on the run with Sam, Natasha and you. Natasha had found a small secret compound where the four of you could hide without having to look over your shoulders every day and actually get some sleep. Even Tony, who had almost all the tech available at his disposal, still couldn’t find you.
***
Sam had been the one to bring you into the group. You had known him for a very long time, both of you being veterans. You went through hell and back together and you both knew that you’d always watch each other’s back.
That’s why you didn’t hesitate to show up when Sam called you out of nowhere saying Captain America needed your help.
If it hadn’t been for his very serious tone, you’d thought he was joking but you had heard this voice before. Many times. You knew it was serious.
Sam was the eye in the sky and you were on the ground. You completed each other as a team. You didn’t have any cool tech like he did but you were quick on your feet, both figuratively and literally. You always knew where to go and how to get out, all the exit routes and you had amazing fighting skills. You had saved his life many times, just as he had saved yours as many times if not more often.
Sam thought you were the perfect person to add to the team. The minute Steve and Natasha had shown up at his door, he had to call you.
You helped them chase the Winter Soldier who turned out to be Steve’s childhood best friend.
When Bucky disappeared, Steve decided to go look for him. He couldn’t live with himself knowing that his friend was somewhere out there, more than likely suffering. Sam volunteered to help Steve and you went with them. No questions asked.
Without even realizing it, you and Sam were part of the Avengers. It all became real when the Sokovia Accords were presented to you and you were asked to sign. Steve refused, quickly followed by you and then Sam.
***
When Cap found Bucky, you had a serious choice to make. You all did. Suddenly the Avengers were split right in the middle and you were either with Steve or against him.
You didn’t even need to think about which side you were on.
You were a little intimidated when you first met Bucky. One, he always stared at people and you never knew whether he liked you or hated you and two, he was a legend. Regardless of what he had done, the man was incredibly skilled.
Bucky and Sam bickered constantly, it was annoying as hell. It seemed like Bucky tried to scare Sam away, unfortunately Sam didn’t get scared easily and he just saw it as an open invitation to sass the hell out of Bucky.
At first, you were shy. You weren’t really sure if you were wanted or needed on the team but you were ready to show your worth.
You had been on the road for hours, in the tiniest freaking car you had ever seen. Stuck with incredibly big men, who turned out to be just as big of babies.
You stopped on the side of the road, again, because Sam and Bucky were fighting in the back seat, again. The moment the car had stopped, everybody had jumped out and Steve took Sam away to give Bucky time to calm down.
You took the opportunity to talk to Bucky.
‘’Do you think one day you could show me your knife trick?’’ You asked, curiously.
He looked at you, his eternal frown stuck to his face.
‘’My knife trick?’’ He repeated, confused.
‘’Yeah, you know.’’ You grabbed the knife that you always hid in one of your combat boots. ‘’When you fought Steve on the highway, you did this thing with your knife.’’ You tried doing it from memory to show him what you were talking about.
His eyebrows shot up as his eyes widened when he saw you take out the knife from your boot. He crossed his arms, eyeing you carefully as you showed him what you meant.
‘’Oh. That. It’s easy, actually.’’ He walked closer, extending his hand towards you.
You handed him your knife and put your hands on your hips, excited to learn.
He looked the knife over and flipped it around his fingers. He looked up. ‘’Do you always carry a knife in your boot?’’
You nodded, as if you were talking about carrying a pencil. ‘’Amongst other places.’’ You shrugged.
He didn’t know whether to be impressed or scared. He was a little bit of both.
That afternoon, the two of you bounded over knife tricks and special moves you both liked to use. The big, bad Winter Soldier was nowhere to be found, in front of you was only James ‘’Bucky’’ Barnes; a dork with a tormented past. Two things you could easily relate to.
***
You were a bit sad when Steve told you that his friend went back under, at least until they found a way for him to have control over his own mind again.
Though you absolutely adored Sam and Steve, you connected with Bucky in a very different way and you already missed your long conversations.
It took a year and a half before you saw him again. A year and a half of you being on the run with your two best friends. Three, when Natasha joined you.
You had settled into a nice little routine in your new compound, you felt somewhat safe and had as normal a life as government fugitives could have.
Steve announced Bucky’s return over breakfast one morning.
‘’Bucky’s been out of cryo for about 6 months now, from what Shuri told me. They worked really hard to find a solution and he feels ready. He wants to join us.’’ He looked at the 3 of you, waiting for your reactions.
''Cyborg is going to be living here, with us?’’ Sam asked.
You slapped Sam’s arm. ‘’Don’t call him that.’’
He rolled his eyes.
‘’Only if we’re all okay with having him here.’’ Steve answered.
‘’It’s fine with me.’’ You said.
‘’It’s fine with me, too.’’ Nat agreed.
You all turned to look at Sam. He groaned. ‘’Fine. He can come live with us.’’
‘’Great. He should be here tonight.’’ Steve announced. ‘’I’ll go get him.’’
‘’How are you gonna do that?’’ Natasha asked.
You had all the tech and weapons you needed to defend yourselves if you needed to but you were short on quinjets.
‘’Shuri said she’s sending someone over to pick me up.’’
You laughed. ‘’I love how you’re saying this like she’s sending a Über for you.’’
‘’Who’s Über?’’ Steve frowned, confused.
You all laughed, making him feel even more confused.
‘’No one. Nothing. Let’s pretend I didn’t say anything.’’ You patted his shoulder. ‘’You need one of us to go with you? And by one of us, I mean either Nat or me because Sam isn’t even an option.’’
‘’What?’’ Sam looked at you. ‘’Why not??’’
‘’Because the man just spent a year and a half in Wakanda, he hasn’t seen anyone aside from Shuri and King T’Challa and the last thing he needs is you nagging him the moment he steps out of the one place he feels safe.’’ You crossed your arms over your chest and raised an eyebrow, silently challenging him to dare and tell you you’re wrong.
‘’She has a point.’’ Natasha said.
‘’Y’all really know how to suck the fun out of everything.’’ He whined.
Steve cleared his throat, bringing the focus back on him. ‘’No, it’s fine. I’ll go on my own. Like you said, it’s been a while since he saw ‘’new’’ people and we should ease him into it.’’
Steve left for Wakanda shortly after, leaving you and Nat to set up one of the rooms for Bucky.
***
Bucky already knew all of you. It made the transition back to the ‘’real world’’ a lot easier on him. It still took a few days before he joined you all when you ate or trained. The compound wasn’t huge, not like Tony’s, but there was plenty of space for him to roam around peacefully when he needed to get out of his room and didn’t want to talk to anyone.
You all respected his decision to be more by himself.
You tried to keep the same kind of routine you used to have before. You hung out almost every night, you ate almost every meal together and you tried to train as often as possible to stay sharp. Steve was the one in charge and he was a very strict leader.
***
You were all in the gym, even Bucky had joined this time but only to watch, and Steve was in full coach mode.
‘’You two.’’ He pointed at you and Sam. ‘’Hand-to-hand.’’
You grinned. ‘’That’s a great idea, Cap.’’
You turned to Sam, your grin turning into a smirk.
‘’Nuh-uh-uh.’’ Sam said, shaking his head no multiple times. ‘’I’m not fighting her.’’
‘’Afraid you’re going to lose, Wilson?’’ Natasha said to him.
‘’Oh, I know I’m going to lose. That’s why I don’t want to fight her.’’
You pouted, putting your hands on your hips. ‘’I’ll take it easy on you, come on.’’
He eyed you suspiciously. ‘’Promise?’’
‘’Promise.’’
He extended his pinky towards you, you did the same and wrapped it around his. He shook your hands up and down, sealing your promise. It's something you had started way back when you first met. Pinky promises were the most sacred kind of promises and were never meant to be broken.
You started circling each other, giving him a chance to attack first. You gave him a few minutes to attack you, even let him land a punch or two. After 5 minutes, you started to actually fight him back and within the next minute Sam was laying flat out on his back, one of your knees barely pressing against his throat to keep him from moving.
Bucky was chuckling, Natasha was cheering for you and Steve was trying to hide the smile that was forcing its way onto his face while Sam looked up at you, betrayal written all over his face.
‘’What?’’ You asked.
‘’You said you would take it easy on me! You pinky promised!’’ His voice came out all high and squeaky from the emotions.
‘’Hey! I never broke a pinky promise.’’ Your tone was beyond serious. You pointed a finger at him. ‘’I did take it easy on you. Otherwise the only time you would have came close enough to even touch me would have been when I was taking you down.’’
Sam slapped your knee away from his throat and sat up. You took a few steps back and offered him your hand to help him get back up. He looked at your hand like it was the most disgusting thing he had ever seen and scoffed. He stood up, without your help.
‘’You’re such a big baby.’’ You shook your head.
He ignored you.
‘’We’ll see how long that lasts. I’m sure you’ll change your mind by dinner time when you realize you’ll have to cook for yourself because I’m only cooking for people who actually talk to me.’’
He scoffed. ‘’I can cook.’’
‘’Sure.’’ You said. ‘’If burning water counts as cooking, then sure.’’
‘’Ok, children. Enough.’’ Steve called out, putting an end to your bickering. ‘’Sam, get over it.’’ He added.
You smirked at him, a smug look on your face as you crossed your arms on his chest. ‘’Yes, Sam. Get over it.’’ You repeated.
‘’You think you’re soooo good uh?’’ He imitated you, crossing his arms on his chest.
‘’I know I’m good.’’ You shrugged.
‘’Fine. Then fight Steve. Or better yet, fight Tin-Man over there.’’ He pointed to Bucky.
You narrowed your eyes at him, a stern look on your face. ‘’Sorry, sorry.’’ He said, raising his hands in surrender. ‘’Fight Bucky.’’
You hated when he called Bucky ‘’Tin-Man’’.
You heard some shuffling on your right, Bucky took off his jacket and boots.
‘’Alright, I’m down. Let’s see what you’ve got baby doll.’’
You were all surprised to see him participate. Maybe a little too surprised because when he saw all of your faces he stopped in his tracks. ‘’What?’’
‘’Nothing, nothing.’’ Steve quickly reacted. ‘’Let’s see it.’’
You were both very nervous and very excited to go head to head with Bucky. He’d proven more than once that he was extremely skilled and you were curious to see how your skills measured up to his.
It turns out, you were actually pretty good but Bucky had a lot more years of practice than you did. You managed to make him break a sweat, which wasn’t easy. You almost managed to bring him down a few times but in the end, he won and you ended up with your back on the floor, like Sam had earlier.
Bucky smiled down at you and wiped his forehead with his flesh hand. ‘’That was actually pretty impressive.’’ He admitted.
You grinned at the compliment. ‘’Thank you.’’ He offered you his vibranium hand to help you up, which you gladly accepted. Once you were back on your feet, you turned your face to look at Sam. ‘’See? That’s how adults accept defeat.’’
Sam flipped you off and you gasped. ‘’Dude. Cap’s right there. What’s wrong with you? You know he’s sensitive to that stuff.’’
‘’I’m not that bad.’’ Steve said defensively.
You, Nat, Sam and even Bucky all looked at each other.
‘’Shit.’’ Sam said.
‘’Language!’’ Steve couldn’t help himself. You knew this was coming and you all said it at the same time as he did. He started to blush, quickly turning red.
‘’We should totally have a reverse swear jar. Every time someone curses and Steve reprimands them, he has to put a dollar in the jar.’’ You suggested.
‘’We’re gonna be rich!’’ Natasha smirked.
‘’You better start looking for a part time job Stevie, because I know what kind of pension the military gives to their vets and you’re going to run out very quickly.’’ You teased.
‘’How do you know how much we make?’’ Bucky asked curiously.
You plunged your hand into the top of your shirt and grabbed your dog tags, bringing them out to show them to him. ‘’Because I’m a vet.’’
Bucky looked shocked.
You put your tags back in your shirt. ‘’Don’t look so shocked.’’ You chuckled.
‘’I’m sorry it’s just that you look so…’’
‘’Small?’’ You finished for him.
‘’No. I was going to say you look so sweet. Like you wouldn’t hurt a fly.’’ He said, seriously.
‘’That’s exactly why I’m the perfect weapon.’’ You grinned.
He laughed and nodded, agreeing with you. ‘’I guess that’s true.’’
***
After that afternoon, you and Bucky got a lot closer. He had always appreciated having you around, you had this calming presence that he liked but after learning that you used to be a soldier, he connected to you in a different way. Though your past looked nothing like his, you could understand some of the things he went through, some of the things he saw and some of the things he had to do as the soldat.
You never judged him. You always listened to what he had to say and only talked when he expected you to. Sometimes, he’d only need to talk about it; to get it all out and once he was done he’d just change subject. You had come to learn when he needed you to comfort him versus when he needed to confess just from the tone of his voice.
Bucky liked to flirt with you. A lot. He always called you baby doll, complimented you and winked at you. You knew it was just because there were only two girls around here and Natasha would have shut it down quickly. It wasn’t because he actually liked you, he was just lonely.
That’s why you let him do it, sometimes you even flirted back just to tease him. But when a man as handsome and kind as Bucky Barnes shows you that kind of attention, at some point your heart just gives in.
You kept repeating to yourself that Bucky wasn’t actually interested in you, he was just being his charming self. Steve had told you many stories about Bucky back in the 30s and 40s. He was a ladies’ man. Now that he could finally be himself again, there were no ladies around and he did what he could with what he’s got. You kept repeating it to yourself over and over again but your heart stopped caring a few weeks in. You had developed a very big crush on him.
You tried to hide it as best as you could, though you don’t think anyone would notice even if you didn’t but you wanted to save yourself the humiliation of having him turn you down. Why would a man like him be interested in a woman like you? He wouldn’t.
There were times when you’d let yourself believe it when he complimented you or when he hugged you a little longer than usual. You thought it was normal, he hadn’t been touched in a soothing way in a very long time and he probably missed it so when he lingered, you just hugged him a little bit tighter and he loved it.
***
Little did you know that Bucky had the biggest crush on you, since the day you had asked him to teach you his knife trick back on the highway before he went under cryo in Wakanda. You amazed him. You were an absolute badass and you had the best sense of humor. He loved hearing you bicker with Sam, he always thought you were witty and had funny comebacks. You were always perfectly sarcastic.
He never hid it. He flirted with you all the time and hugged you as often as he could without coming off as a creep. The day you fought him in training he had called you baby doll and it was a total slip up. Something he had called you only in his head but you didn't seem to mind so he kept calling you that and his heart wanted to burst out of his chest every time he saw your face lit up at the pet name.
You were the only girl he had ever called that. It was usually sweetheart or doll, and though it was more of the same with the second one; the baby in front of it made all the difference to him. Some night he even dreamt about a day when he could call you just baby. His baby. His girl.
Bucky was kind of shy, even though he hid it well. The only reason he flirted so openly with you is because everyone seemed to think it was just for fun. That it was just what he did.
Sam had picked up on something. He’d known you for so long that it didn’t take long before he noticed the way you looked at Bucky.
***
Bucky, Sam and Steve were sitting down at the dinner table one afternoon while Natasha and you were doing a perimeter check to make sure everything worked and that everything was where it was supposed to be. They tried to do it as often as possible, just a way for them to feel safe. Knowing that you were far outside, Sam took the opportunity to ask Bucky questions about you.
‘’So… You seem to be getting along pretty well with her.’’ Sam’s tone was playful, almost teasing him.
Bucky started to get nervous. ‘’What makes you say that?’’
‘’If I had a dollar for every time you called her baby doll or that I walked in on you two hugging like your life depended on it…’’ He trailed off.
‘’That’s just what I call girls.’’ Bucky scoffed, trying to downplay it.
‘’Do you like her?’’ Steve chimed in.
‘’Of course I like her, she’s my friend.’’
‘’Ok but do you like her, like her?’’ Steve asked again, this time being more specific.
‘’What? No.’’ He scoffed like it was the stupidest thing he had ever heard. ‘’Why would I? I know we’re stuck in here with only her and Natasha, but come on. I’m not that desperate. I’d sooner go for Natasha than I would her.’’
Bucky hated himself for saying those things the moment they had come out of his mouth. Why did he say any of those things? He could have just told them the truth or just say he wasn’t interested. He was so scared they would run off to tell you that he just panicked and went way too far.
Steve and Sam frowned. Both of them were about to stand up for you but froze in place when you walked in.
You had heard everything.
You’d just come back from your perimeter check with Natasha and heard the boys talking. You went looking for them. You arrived right as Steve was asking Bucky if he liked you. You knew you should have walked away but you were really curious. What if he did like you? Maybe all those times he flirted with you meant something.
You really should have walked away.
He’s not that desperate? What does that even mean? Bucky was definitely out of your league, you knew that, but were you that bad that just the idea of liking you disgusted him? Why did he even waste his time pretending to be your friend? You were heartbroken and completely crushed.
Tears were stinging your eyes, a result of your sadness and the anger you felt from his words. You felt humiliated. You took several deep breaths to calm yourself and to keep yourself from crying.
You don’t know where the courage came from, but you wanted them to know you had heard everything so instead of turning around and going into your room, you walked into the kitchen.
You weren’t brave enough to look at any of them, so you just stared straight ahead. You walked to the fridge to take a bottle of water and walked right out without so much as a glance to any of them.
Then, you almost ran to your room and shut the door silently, locking it behind you as you finally allowed yourself to cry.
***
Bucky’s heart was beating out of his chest the moment he saw you walk in. You never made a single noise when you walked and even with his enhanced hearing he couldn’t hear you coming most of the time. Like right now. You couldn’t have heard him, right? He clenched his fists under the table, his gaze never leaving you.
The three of them were looking at you as you moved around the kitchen until you walked out.
‘’You don’t think she heard…?’’ Bucky asked, though he knew the answer.
Every time you walked into a room and someone was there, you’d greet them with the biggest smile. The fact that you hadn’t looked at any of them was all he needed to know that you’d heard him.
Both Steve and Sam were aware of your crush, they just pretend not to for your sake. That’s why both of the men had pressed Bucky about it, they were curious to know if he felt the same. Now they regretted asking as they played a part in you getting your heart broken.
Steve spoke as he stood up. ‘’I’m gonna go see her.’’
Bucky shook his head and grabbed Steve’s wrist. ‘’No, I’ll go.’’
‘’I think you’ve said enough about her and to her for the day.’’ Steve’s tone showed his anger though his face was relaxed.
‘’Please.’’
Steve hesitated for a few seconds before seating back down.
Bucky quickly got up and headed straight to your room, cursing himself in his head the whole way there.
He froze in front of your door when he heard you sniffle. You were crying. You were crying and it was his fault.
He raised his flesh hand and knocked a few times against your door. He couldn’t hear anything coming from the other side, which meant you hadn’t moved to come open the door.
‘’It’s Bucky…’’ He waited a few seconds. ‘’Can we- Can we talk?’’
He heard you trying to muffle the sound of you crying, you knew he could hear you.
It broke his heart. He hated himself so much for making you suffer. He really needed to learn to keep his stupid mouth shut.
‘’Come on, baby doll. Open the door, please.’’ He tried again.
He waited a few minutes outside your door, hoping you’d finally open the door but you never did. He wished you would have told him to fuck off or screamed at him, anything would have been better than silence.
He was about to knock again when Sam appeared at the end of the hallway. He looked at Bucky and crossed his arms on his chest. Bucky looked at him, hoping he was here to help him get you out but Sam simply shook his head no and motionned for him to get away from your door.
***
You were relieved when you finally heard Bucky walk away. The longer you’d be able to avoid him, the better. You were so stupid. Falling for someone that you didn’t deserve, someone you couldn’t avoid because you were literally confined into this house with him. Or more precisely stuck, as he had put it so kindly.
You laid in your bed, under your covers and closed your eyes. You were exhausted and all you wanted to do was sleep.
***
It was almost dinner time and everyone was waiting to see if you were going to come out of your room. You were always the one to cook for them, though they weren’t expecting you to do it tonight, they just really wanted you to come talk to them.
You didn’t.
You weren’t hungry nor did you feel like talking to anyone. The last thing you wanted right now, was to share your humiliation with everyone.
Taking turns, they all came knocking on your door throughout the night in the hopes that maybe you’d talk to one of them. None of them succeeded.
Sam spent the entire night glaring at Bucky. He was fiercely protective of you. What Bucky had said about you had pissed him off but the fact that you had heard him and that you were hurt? He wanted to punch him. He would have if he knew it would actually hurt the super soldier.
***
The perks of having a bathroom directly connected to your room was that you literally never had to leave your bedroom. The only thing missing was food but you weren’t hungry so for now it was fine.
The team finally saw you again almost 24 hours later. They were all sitting down at the dinner table and were talking while eating when you walked in, putting a stop to their conversation.
‘’I seem to be doing that a lot lately.’’ You mumbled to yourself under your breath.
Bucky was about to get up to come talk to you but Steve grabbed him by the wrist and kept him firmly seated.
‘’Don’t.’’ He warned him, whispering so that you wouldn’t hear him.
Bucky glared at him and pulled at his arm so that Steve would let go. Steve lost his grip but quickly grabbed Bucky’s arm.
‘’Let go of me. I need to talk to her.’’ His voice almost came out as a growl.
You turned around to look at them.
‘’You need to talk to me?’’ You asked, looking at Bucky.
He stopped moving, looking like a deer caught in headlights. He didn’t expect you to look at him, even less to talk to him.
‘’I do.’’
‘’Something you forgot to say yesterday? Maybe you wanted to make it clear that even if I was the last woman on Earth you wouldn’t touch me with a 10 foot pole? Or that being stuck here with me is so painful you’d rather go back under cryo?’’ You looked unphased but your tone was bitter.
Before anyone could speak you looked at the other 3 members of your team and smiled shyly at them. ‘’I’m sorry for ruining your dinner.’’ You said sincerely. ‘’Another thing to add to your list Bucky I guess.’’
You walked out and went back to your room.
No one dared to speak after you left. They all sat in silence. Sam was fuming in his chair, Steve was shaking his head and Natasha hesitated to follow you.
‘’You couldn’t let it go, could you?’’ Steve said to Bucky. ‘’I think you hurt the poor girl enough, do her a favor and leave her alone.’’
‘’No, I don’t want to leave her alone. I need to talk to her. I need to apologize.’’ Bucky insisted, earning a glare from Steve.
‘’You don’t need to do shit, aside from leaving her the hell alone.’’ This time it was Sam who spoke up. ‘’You could have simply said that you didn’t like her, you know, we would have moved on from the subject and she never would have had to hear what you thought of her. Don’t even get me started on the way you played with her by flirting with her all the time. She never did anything to you to deserve to be talked about in the way that you did.’’ Sam got up.
Steve looked at him as he stood up. ‘’Sam…’’
‘’No. No. He needs to hear this. She heard what he had to say, now he’s the one who’s gotta listen.’’ He was almost screaming at this point, you could hear him clearly all the way to your room.
You opened your bedroom door and stayed in the doorway to listen to Sam. He rarely screamed but when he did…
‘’That girl back there is the best damn woman I’ve ever known in my entire life.’’ Sam put his hand on Natasha’s shoulder. ‘’No offense.’’ He said to her, his tone a lot softer.
‘’Don’t apologize. It’s true.’’ She smiled.
‘’This woman saved my life more times than I can count. I trust her with my life and with the life of everyone I love. She puts everyone before herself and she never even expects a thank you. She does it because she has a big heart. She always stood up for you. ALWAYS. Whether you were here or not. If she heard anyone bad mouthing you she’d call them out and make them apologize. Do you know how many times she slapped me for calling you anything that wasn’t James, Buck or Bucky? She’s had your back since day one. Day one!!!’’ Sam was screaming again.
‘’You should have stayed in Wakanda, man. She didn’t deserve you talking about her this way.’’ He had lowered his voice to say this last bit.
Sam stepped aside and turned around, moving to go see you but Bucky stopped him by talking.
‘’I like her.’’ His voice was barely audible.
Sam turned around to look at him, one eyebrow raised. He looked beyond pissed. ‘’What did you just say?’’
‘’I like her.’’ He repeated louder.
‘’You like her?’’ Sam asked like he couldn’t believe what he had just heard. ‘’Man, what the hell is wrong with you?’’
‘’I’ve liked her since the day we had to fight Stark at the airport.’’ He started, looking down at his hands. ‘’I panicked when you asked me about it because I didn’t want anyone to tell her that I did. I didn’t think she’d ever like me back. Why would she, after everything that I have done?’’ He laughed sadly.
‘’I didn’t want to lose her as a friend so I panicked and all these words came out of my mouth and it was just the complete opposite of how I really feel about her. She’s the last person I ever wanted to hurt Sam, I swear.’’ He looked up to meet Sam’s eyes to show how sincere he truly was.
‘’She’s everything you said and more and… I don’t deserve someone like her. I don’t deserve to be loved by her. Not after what I’ve done. To her, to the people that were my targets. I wanted to keep her around me before the universe realized that they had given me a good thing and decided to take her away. I panicked, okay? And I’m going to hate myself forever for hurting her.’’
He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. ‘’If I could leave, believe me I would. I’d get as far from her as possible to make sure I’d never hurt her again.’’
He kept his face buried in his hands, too scared to see the look on everybody’s faces.
**
You heard everything.
You were touched to tears when you heard Sam angrily scream all the amazing things he thought about you. After last night, it was comforting to hear good things about yourself. Without realizing it, you were walking towards the kitchen. You wanted them to stop fighting. Bucky started talking and you stopped moving, hiding behind the wall leading to the kitchen.
He had hurt you, deeply, but after hearing all of this, how could you stay mad at him? He sincerely regretted what happened. Could you really be surprised that the man who spent over 50 years being an emotionless, brain-washed killing machine had trouble talking about his feelings? It didn’t erase what he said but you felt a lot better now knowing that it wasn’t how he really felt about you.
You silently moved to stand in the doorway. Everyone but Bucky noticed you, as his face was still buried in both of his hands.
Without a word, the three of them left the room as quietly as possible. You walked into the kitchen and stood across from him, the table being the only thing putting distance between you.
‘’So, now you want to get as far away from me as possible uh?’’
Bucky lifted his head so quickly, you half expected him to break his neck. He couldn’t believe that he had put his foot in his mouth. Again. He was sure that he had lost you for good. As a friend or otherwise. Until he finally looked at you and saw that you were smiling. You were smiling. At him.
God, he had missed that smile. He stood up and walked towards you, stopping before he completely reached you to leave some distance between the two of you.
‘’If that’s what you want me to do, I will.’’ He looked straight into your eyes.
‘’Maybe… Maybe I should want you to leave but I don’t want you to go.’’
He took a step towards you.
‘’You want me to stay?’’ He asked, still looking into your eyes so he’d see if you were just trying to be polite because you knew he technically couldn’t go anywhere or if it’s how you truly felt.
Though if you’d ask him to leave, he would. He’d go on the run again, he’d risk getting arrested and put in jail if it was the only way he could show how truly sorry he was.
‘’I do.’’
He took another step towards you. ‘’I’m sorry.’’
Your smile faltered. ‘’It’s okay.’’ You said before smiling sadly at him.
He shook his head and closed the distance between the two of you. He gently took your face in his hands and when you didn’t make any movement to push him away, he put a little bit of pressure under your chin to tilt your head up so he could look down into your eyes.
‘’No. It’s not okay. I hurt you, that makes it not okay. I should have never said what I said, whether you were there to hear it or not. Especially when I didn’t mean a single word of what I said.’’ He brushed his thumbs against your cheeks, so softly you could barely feel them.
‘’I’m so sorry, baby doll.’’ His voice was almost breaking from the pain and the guilt. ‘’I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you so that one day you can forgive me. I hope you can forgive me.’’
You could see the guilt in his eyes and it made you sad. How did everything go so wrong so quickly?
You rested your hands on his sides, holding onto his shirt. He slowly leaned in and rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. Never letting go of your face in his hands.
‘’Can we be friends again?’’ He whispered.
You simply nodded as best as you could as his forehead was still against yours.
‘’Can you forgive me?’’ He whispered again, opening his eyes to look into yours.
You probably should stay mad at him, maybe you shouldn’t even forgive him but Bucky Barnes was like your kryptonite and when it came to him, it would take more than a fight to keep you away from him.
‘’You better never do anything or say anything to hurt me again.’’ You warned him.
‘’I won’t. I promise you I won’t.’’ He answered quickly.
You took a moment to look at him before giving him an answer. He brushed his nose softly against yours, repeating over and over again ‘’I promise.’’ and you believed him.
Deep down, you knew he’d probably hurt you again or maybe you would be the one to hurt him because these things happen, but it won’t ever be on purpose and in this moment he truly believed that he would never be the cause of your pain ever again.
‘’I forgive you.’’
The way his eyes lit up to these three little words confirmed to you that you had made the right decision.
Bucky Barnes owned your heart but you, you owned his everything. He’d go through hell and back if it meant putting a smile on your face.
He finally let go of your face to wrap his arms around your waist and pulled you closer until there was no more space between your bodies. He leaned down to bury his face in your neck, covering your skin with kisses.
In that moment, he made a promise to himself to spend the rest of his life showing you how much he loved you and how amazing you were, treating you the only way you deserved to be treated and to never give you a reason to be mad at him ever again.
He lifted his head up to look at you again. He kissed your forehead. ‘’You’re the only one I’ve ever called baby girl.’’
He kissed one of your cheeks then the other. ‘’I’m never going to be stuck anywhere with you because I want to be with you every minute of every day.’’
He kissed the tip of your nose, whispering the last part ‘’Natasha never stood a chance against you. No woman did.’’
Bucky finally confessed what he should have said, what he had wanted to say when the guys asked him about you, what he wished were the first things you’ve heard instead of what he had actually told them.
You owned him, his heart and his everything.
You were his everything.
Thank you to the anon that requested this from the prompt lists. I love angst so much! I hope you liked it.
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Summary: In desperation, you go to the only place you know of where you’re sure you’ll be able to find an alpha- more like set up with one. Little do you know, the one you get isn’t all too fond of the idea, and he pushes you away.
Warnings n stuff: 18+, a little over 13k word count(i promise it’s worth it🥺), beefy!alpha!bucky(he’s not an avenger; he wasn’t the winter soldier), omega!female!reader, bucky has a diff back story to losing his arm, bucky is an oblivious cold hearted asshole, stated age gap, talks of scenting, brief mentions of blood, asshole alphas cat calling n saying nasty things, mutual pining, mentions of having a little appetite, fluff, angst angst angst, smut, unprotected sex, oral(female receiving), face riding, dirty talk, bruising of skin, a bit of dry humping, pet name: kitty/kitten, praising, ass smacking, rough fucking, cumming inside, tiny bit of nipple play(just some pinching), slight choking(?), alludes to more than just one round of sex, female masturbation, talks of knotting, let me know if i missed anything
All mistakes within this fic that you see are my own. i reread over it but i might’ve missed some stuff!
thanks to @likeahorribledream for the inspo for this fic! this is an extremely long fic, and i hope it doesn’t do horribly! i worked my ass off and am so so proud of how it turned out!
You are tired of it. You’re nearly twenty-five fucking years old and you’ve yet to find a mate- not even a boyfriend. You’re lonely, and your heats are catching up with you in time. They keep getting worse every time you get them, and you struggle to stay up. You didn’t want to have to do this, this has always been your last option because you never have thought that these things would work, but you have no other option. You’re nearly positive that your next heat, can potentially kill you. You don’t want to go out that way. You want to experience love with a mate first hand, so this is your only option.
You step foot into the four story, window-filled building. The color of the exteriors bricks are a cream, and the glass of the clean windows are kind of dark. You look around, then finally spot the lady at the front desk. She’s folding some papers up and then she goes on to write a little bit. Then you’re hit with the stench of Alpha males and some other omegas. Most of the scents that are being combined have your head in a near frenzy. You never thought that so many would be here looking for a mate, but you guess you’re wrong.
“Hello Miss, how may i help you?” The lady calls as she notices you standing at the doorway a bit lost. You softly clear your throat before walking the seven feet to the front desk. “Hi I’m y/n l/n, i would like to see about getting an alpha?” You ask a bit timidly, because you’re not sure how things are supposed to work around here. Fuck, maybe i should’ve done research. “Okay, let me see who’s available to take you in for testing, then i’ll give you a waiting time if there is one.” The lady, who’s name tag says ‘Lorelle’, beings to type at her computer. You watch her eyes skim over some words on the screen then she smiles brightly, “okay so Dr. Romanoff will see you….now!” She smiles even bigger as she types away a bit more at her computer.
Your heart starts to thump a bit faster but the excited and happy look on this woman’s face has you easing down a little. “So, you will be going to floor two. Her room is number 7. Once you exit the elevator, you’ll want to take a left, go down the hall, turn to the right, and you’ll see the door down there. It’s the only door down there.” She hands you some papers and a card before waving you off. You turn back around after telling her ‘thank you’ and you immediately see the elevator.
Once you step into the elevator, you sigh a breath of relief. You can do this, you can do this, you can fucking do this. The bell then dings and the door opens. You push yourself off of the wall and exit. Left, down a bit, right, seven. You do exactly as the lady had said, and within less than thirty seconds, you’re at the big door.
Your fingers curl into a fist and knock on the dark, wooden door. A woman speaks a clear ‘come in’ and you do as she says. With a tight grip on your papers that the front lady- Lorelle, gave to you, you enter. “Hi! I’m Dr. Romanoff, nice to meet you y/n! I got the memo you were coming in. Can i see those right quick?” She motions towards the papers in your hands and you let her retrieve them. “Thank you, you can have a seat right over there.” She then motions for the seat behind a small desk, and your eyes can’t help but scan over the room. Some test tubes, book shelves, papers upon papers. And your nose detects that she is indeed, and Alpha female. You walk over and sit in the comfy chair behind the small desk, your eyes then focus back on her.
“Okay so, we’re going to have to run a few tests first. This is what the papers are for. I’m going to ask you some questions, get to know you a bit so it’s easier for me to find you an alpha! I won’t pry too much into your personal life, but it will be necessary that you give me some information to help with the accuracy.” She gives you a bright smile as she speaks, and you nod at her information. “The tests i’ll be conducting on you today will consist of a blood test, and an overall health check up. You’re okay with this?” You give her a nod, “yes, i’m fine with it.” Dr. Romanoff smiles in return, “good! Okay, so we can get started with the questions first. We have quite a few, and they’re usually the more lengthy part of the whole session.”
You watch her as she flips a few pages over, then she begins to ask for your full name, your birth date, age, height, weight, if you have any siblings or family alive, if you have a license. The questions then get more in depth and start asking things like ‘if someone were to hurt you in any shape or form, would you want your alpha to comfort you, go after them, or both?’. Some of the questions are a bit weird, or a bit too detailed for your liking, but if this is what you have to do in order to get an alpha- so be it.
“You did great! I’m so glad i can help you with this, i’ve been successful and have been doing this for twelve years now, and i love my job! So don’t think that i’m just here to throw you on an alpha and go. I’ll give you a call in a few days to let you know who your alpha is. From there, he’ll be notified at the same time, and you’ll have to move in with him- or he’ll move in with you. The contract states that you two must remain together until your next heat, and if you two don’t see it working out, then that’s okay! You can come to me, we’ll get rid of the contract after that next heat you have, and it’ll be history!” You smile at the red head sitting in front of you, “thank you. I’ll be expecting the call!” You reply before you head out of her office.
For the next few days, you go on as normal. You know your heat won’t be arriving for another month or two since you just had one not but around a week or so ago. So you’re glad you decided to do the alpha hunt during your ‘resting’ period. You hope this all works out, but today is day four and it’s past one p.m. and no call has come through from Dr. Romanoff. You’re beginning to get a bit worried. What if she hadn’t been able to find you an alpha?
Just as if on cue, your cell phone rings. You dry your hands from the dish water you’re currently in, and rush to your phone that rests on the counter. It’s an unknown number, so you pick up. “Hello?” “Is this y/n?” You smile, “yes, yes it is.” “Hey, this is Dr. Romanoff, i’m calling to inform you that we have found you an alpha male. We are having a bit of trouble with him though. He wants to meet you here at around three. Is that alright?” Your heart beats rapidly but you can’t bring yourself to come down from the nerves. “Uh yeah, that’s fine. I’ll be there. Meet in your room?” Your fingers tap anxiously on the counter as you await her answer.
“Yes! That’s perfect! See you at three, y/n!” You reply with a quick ‘see you then, thank you’ before she hangs up. You’re nervous more than ever now. Why doesn’t he want to meet up together somewhere? Has he changed his mind and no longer wants an omega?
The more you stand and ponder, the more worried and overly anxious you get. You decide that you need to take a quick shower and change before you go. You want to be a bit presentable for your new alpha when you meet him. First impressions are everything, especially when you don’t even know the person.
When you turn down the short hallway, you’re met with Dr. Romanoff’s door, but also the smell of an alpha male. His scent is a bit sweet but there’s something darker- sort of like a dark smell that resembles night skies-, but it’s comforting you in a way you’ve never really been comforted before, and you can’t help but let the scent ease your jittery nerves.
He smells you too, and he smells your nerves. You smell no sort of nervousness on him, only a calm demeanor. “You can come on in!” You hear Dr. Romanoff shout through the door, and before you have any second thoughts, you’re in the room. “Y/n, this is Bucky, Bucky this is y/n. This is your alpha, and this is your omega.” Dr. Romanoff smiles widely as she watches the two of you eye each other. She’s had a few bad experiences with alpha’s and omega’s before, but she’s known Bucky through a few friends for a couple of years now, he’s not got an aggressive bone in his body towards any sort of woman- only ever does he lash out on other alpha males who don’t know how to keep their eyes or their hands to themselves.
Bucky’s eyes scan over you, and your nerves come back again. He can tell. His eyes are pretty though. They’re a crystal blue, and….well, his whole face is pretty. He’s very pretty. Light stubble covers the lower half of his face, a chiseled jaw, mountains of muscle, near-about shoulder length hair, and once he stands- he towers over you. He’s at least six-foot-five, if not a few inches more. “I don’t know about this, Natasha.” Bucky stoically says. You can see Dr. Romanoff rub her hand over her face. “Barnes, if you don’t give her a chance…you always do this!” “Because they’re never for me! Not my fault Steve and Sam bugged me- forced me!- into doing this stupid program.” He rumbles out, and your eyes divert to Dr. Romanoff. You watch her and hear her sigh, she’s clearly frustrated. “You know the fucking rules, Barnes. You have to stay with her until her next heat ends. That’s the contract.”
“Never said i wouldn’t, but don’t think i’ll be falling all over her this time either. Come on, need to get you home.” He huffs out as he shoves his hands in his coat pockets. You catch a glimmer of black and gold metal before he shoves his left hand in, you wonder what that’s about. “Home as in-.” “My place. Gotta go by yours to get you some stuff though.” His voice is gruff and he sounds a bit agitated. You just hope he’ll loosen up a bit as the week goes on. You don’t notice the smile Dr. Romanoff gives the two of you as you meekly follow Bucky out of her office.
“Wow, this is nice.” You mutter before the door shuts behind you. His place is a bit simple. Not a lot of pictures on the wall, but enough of his friends- you assume- that you know he lives a normal life. He’s got a nice black couch that’s big enough to seat three people- two alphas at best and four omegas at separate times. There’s a reclining chair on the other side of the couch that seems to be matching with the couch, and it’s separated from the couch by a small, glass table that has a lamp on it. The lamps’ base is a waterfall surrounded by rocks- it’s a dark, charcoal color. The shade of the lamp is a dark purple. There looks to be a fifty inch tv on an oak tv stand, and there’s another chair- one that doesn’t recline but looks comfy and it’s big enough for you to curl up in- on the other side of the couch. It’s also black, but it seems to be of a more expensive material.
The rug that hugs the pale, wooden floor is a burgundy color- maybe more of a wine red. It looks soft and you almost want to curl up on it until your eyes rake across to the comfy chair that sits in front of the fire place in a different space. The bricks of the fire place are a grey stone and the chair has two fluffy blankets on it- they look hand made. The walls of the sitting space are a deep blue, and you get a peek into the kitchen where the walls are a creamy-white. “You done lookin’?” His voice breaks you from your trance and you nod, “yeah sorry, it’s just- it’s really nice. Simple but nice.” You give him a small smile and he nods with straight lips. “I’ll put your stuff in the spare room, don’t worry, it’s clean in there. Oh, your apartment-.” “It’s taken care of. The program takes care of that too, ya know?” You give him a light chuckle, but all you get in return is a small nod as he turns around and heads down the nearest hallway.
You straggle behind with a bag on each of your shoulders and soon meet up with him in the room he just turned into. It’s a decent sized room and there’s a bathroom right across the hall. The walls are a lilac-grey color and there’s furniture already in the room. A dresser, a tv with a stand, a small vanity, a rug, and a queen sized bed fully sheeted and everything. There’s a small closet in the corner but it’ll do, especially since there’s a big dresser in the room as well. There’s a small bedside table with a lamp, and there’s two windows on each side of the bed. It’s pretty, simple, and subtle. “This is your room. Your space. You’ll be staying in here.” He plops your other three bags, he has been carrying, down onto the bed and you do the same.
“I’m allowed throughout the house, right?” You’ve heard of alphas liking house wives and obedient omegas, so you’re not sure what all to expect with Bucky. “Yeah, i don’t care. Just don’t snoop, ya know? Help yourself to food, i guess we’ll take turns with cooking if you know how?” You give him a nod, “yea, i know how.” “Okay, we’ll take turns then and uh, just keep your space clean, don’t bug me too much, and i won’t ask much more out of ya.” He shrugs before he heads towards the room door. Before he exits, he stops, “oh, y/n?” You turn around and face him, “yes, Bucky?” “Don’t expect too much out of this whole thing.” Then he’s out of your room.
He leaves you standing in your new room, bags to unpack and thoughts whirling around in your head. This most certainly isn’t how you expected this whole thing to start off. But you know it could be way worse than what it is. You’ll just have to be positive, right?
You could’ve swore that by the end of the week Bucky would’ve been a bit looser than he was five days ago. You two avoid each other it seems at every cost, and almost only eat dinner together. You’ve even asked him to cuddle a few times, but he only asks “is your heat near” you tell him no, that it won’t come for another month-ish or so, and he shrugs you off. He’s not mean or rude, but he is cold. Bucky Barnes is cold. At dinner times, you have managed to get some information out of him about his life which is helpful, so you’ve also informed him about yourself.
You’ve asked about his friends, his closest being Steve and Sam- who pushed him into do the mating program- and he’s known Dr. Romanoff(aka. Natasha) for around two and a half years now thanks to Steve and another friend of there’s- Wanda. Natasha and Steve have been dating for around six months and counting. Bucky also told you about his prosthetic arm. You didn’t have to ask about it, he just knew you would eventually so he went on and told the truth. “I got into an accident. Steve and i were driving over a bridge. Steve got flung out of the car, and i lost my arm due to a piece of debris that flew through the windshield and into the car. It was a ten car pile up.” You left it at that after you gave him your sympathy. He just shrugged it off as he continued to eat. He said it had been around ten years since it had happened. But that was all he told you.
You found out his favorite color, and his favorite meals, his favorite games to play, and how he met some of his friends. He even told you his favorite pizza toppings. But you were sure he’d be opened up more by now.
But he’s not.
He still is avoiding you, won’t even hold your hand, and he will hardly speak unless he has too. It’s aggravating and stressful. You want so much to do with Bucky. So much in fact that you’ve even gone as far as telling him that he’s made you feel extremely at-home here in his house, and how his scent keeps you calm and makes you feel warm and tingly inside- so he gave you a dark blue sweater that he wore for like a day straight. That’s it.
You’re in the kitchen cooking when you hear the door open. Your ears pick up the sound of laughter, and you know it’s not Bucky’s, but then you hear his laugh shortly after. “So where’s the lady at? I wanna meet her!” A man asks kind of excitedly, and your heart warms up. Someone wants to meet me? “Yeah, ‘bout time you pick up the phone again when they call you. Natasha thinks it’s gonna work out this time.” You hear another man say, and your heart beats faster. You carefully turn the burner down to low and stir your dish before wiping your hands off on the kitchen towel. You then hurriedly walk into the living room.
Your eyes immediately land on Bucky, then your gaze shifts to the two other tall men who look to be around Bucky’s age- 39. “This her?” One of the men ask, and he walks over a bit towards you. They’re both alpha’s, you can tell that, and you notice them both from the pictures on the walls. Maybe he is Sam?
“Hi, honey, i’m Sam. I’m one of Buck’s close friends.” His hand reaches out to you and you shake it, your face heating up at the term he uses towards you. “Hi, i’m y/n. Nice to meet you, Sam.” You hear Bucky let out a low scoff before he turns on the tv. Sam is unmated. You can sense this.
“I’m Steve, Bucky’s childhood friend. We go way back, of course.” Steve steps up and shakes your hand this time, and you know that this is Natasha’s boyfriend once you’re told his name. “Hi, nice to meet both of you.” You give them a small smile, and immediately they smile back. Their energy gives you a sense of ease and you know automatically that you’ll be able to feel comfortable around them whenever they come around.
Bucky can’t help but glare as the three of you make small talk. Yet, Steve is the only one who catches it. He can read his friend like a damn book, and Steve can already tell that Bucky is hiding his little bit of feelings towards you. But he won’t intervene, it’s not his place.
It’s the same routine every night. You both eat dinner, watch some tv, you go your separate ways. He showers first, then you shower, and then it’s off to bed. The past week you’ve been clinging to his sweater. The warm, dark scent of him is nearly gone and you know you’ll have to ask for another article of clothing tomorrow. For some reason, tonight you can’t sleep, and the clock just hit 2am. You’re restless. You’re either too cool or too warm but also, your mind won’t let you shut your eyes and drift off to dream land. It sucks.
You get out of bed and pull on Bucky’s sweater. You usually don’t wear any shorts to sleep and just a tank top with some panties, so his sweater is long enough to cover you to your bare thighs, that way you’re not walking around his house nearly naked- you’re nearly sure he’d freak. You just want a little “bed time” snack and some water, then you’ll come back to bed. You slowly creep the door open, and exit your room. You walk as quietly as you can to the kitchen, then you turn on the light.
You first grab a cold bottle of water and sit it out on the kitchen counter before searching the pantry. Bucky does the grocery shopping, and luckily he let you make him a list of things you like to eat and cook. He’s not the worst alpha, but he’s cold.
You decide, after looking through the pantry ten times, on grabbing a brownie. You pull one out of the box and then carefully shut the pantry door back. As you go to turn around to head to your water bottle, you bump into something- or someone.
Bucky.
“Oh, shit. Sorry.” You mumble as you take a few steps back, your ass hitting the door knob on the pantry door. He stares down at you, then his eyes roam over your body. “Hungry? Couldn’t sleep?” His voice is groggy and filled with a roughness that means he’s not spoken in quite some time.
But you like it.
“Yeah, sorry if i woke you. Just couldn’t concentrate on sleeping.” You shrug before you walk around him, then you grab your bottle of water that now has a bit of condensation on the outside of it. “You didn’t wake me, been lyin’ awake, too.” You nod, then quickly bid him another goodnight just as you did earlier.
Bucky watches as you scurry off, bottle of water and snack in hand. He can’t help the small smile that tugs on the corner of his mouth at the sight of you wearing his favorite sweater- you look….cute.
The truth is, he’s not particularly the fondest of you. He didn’t want to sign up for the mating program seven months ago when his two best friends made him do it. He’s had four omegas assigned to him, you’re the fourth one. The three omegas before you, got tired of trying and shredded the contract up as soon as their heat ended. Well, one lied and shredded it up before her heat was even over. Bucky never felt the way he does with you with the other omegas. Something is different about you. He’d be lying if he said he hasn’t been wanting an omega to mate and treat right for a while now. And he doesn’t want to admit that your scent, and just you in general, provides some kind of home-y feeling for him. Bucky just isn’t sure if you’re what he wants yet. He’s not sure if you’re it. He’s pretty sure this is all just his alpha talking.
“Bucky? I hate to bother you….” your words trail off as you wander into the living room, holding up his sweater you’ve been wearing the previous nights. His eyes leave the tv and stare at you. He looks a little tired- probably still couldn’t sleep after the run in to each other last night in the kitchen- but he manages to give you a tight lip smile before speaking to you. “What’s wrong?” His eyes roam over to his sweater that’s in your hand, and he watches you look down to the floor. “I was wondering if i could get another? This one doesn’t smell like you anymore.” You’re a bit embarrassed to admit such vulnerable information to your alpha who barely talks to you, let alone doesn’t even touch you, but it’s pretty much the only way you can sleep at night anymore now that you’ve moved in with him and he won’t sleep in the same bed as you. “Yeah, i’ll get you another tonight. Put that one on my bed, but don’t snoop.” He gives you a stern expression on his last few words, and you nod.
Once you get into his room, you eagerly place the sweater on his bed. God, his scent is everywhere in here and you just want to wallow in his bed- but you can’t. He’ll probably get mad that your scent is all over his things and then he’ll have to wash it all and just- no.
So instead, you control yourself and leave his room immediately, shutting the door behind you like it had been before you’d opened it and entered moments ago.
Later in the night, before you find yourself about to get a shower, Bucky knocks on your door. “Here, this is all i got right now.” He tosses you the slightly worn out shirt before closing the door back, and heading back to his room. You hear his door close, then you lock yours. The scent of the shirt is intoxicating. You’re not sure how you’re going to live without Bucky’s scent when this is all over with. You just know that he’ll move you back into your place after your next heat. You just know that he’ll never warm up to you. It’s just been a week, and there’s hardly any progress being made.
After your shower, you tug the shirt on, and notice there’s a few holes in the black material of it. You smile at the warmth it provides you before cuddling into your bed. You’re finally able to sleep, and it doesn’t take you long, as you dream of being able to finally cuddle up to Bucky- his hand holding yours, and his lips pressed to your skin.
Bucky on the other hand, is driving his own self crazy. He forgot to wash the sweater you’d been sleeping in, or around, for the past week and it’s sitting in his laundry basket in the corner of his room. Your scent is swirling around his room and making it hard for his inner alpha to sleep- let alone concentrate on sleeping. “Maybe if i stop breathing then i’ll be able to sleep,” He huffs out with a roll of his eyes, and a he rolls onto his back- staring up at the blank ceiling. “She needs to hurry up and leave.” Bucky mumbles, before closing his eyes and trying to drift off.
Once he does fall asleep, he dreams of nothing. He can’t even remember the last time he has dreamed…
“Bucky, i made you your favorite pie.” You smile brightly as you place the small, round plate down in front of him on the table. You then hand him a napkin and a fork with a bottle of water. You continue to smile even when he looks up at you, even though you want to quit trying your best efforts in getting him to love you- or at least like you. “Thanks, been awhile since i’ve had this.” He immediately digs into the pie, and once you see that he’s not going to shame you for how bad it tastes, you’re scurrying back into the kitchen.
You’ve always been told how good alphas- mates- will cherish and praise you for your work. Whether that be baking, cooking, cleaning, during sex, on an assignment, at work, anything. Your mother told you that, and she said to never settle for less. Yet, here Bucky is, muttering a few ‘thank you’s’ here n’ there for all you’ve done over the past week.
It’s been two weeks currently since you’ve moved in, and you’ve tried everything in your best power to get Bucky to hold your hand, cuddle with you on the couch, scent you, or cook with you at least. Hell, even sitting a less space further apart on the couch would be a good step forward, but you’ve had no luck. It’s like he just doesn’t care a single bit about you, and you’re beginning to worry how he’ll actually act once you’re on your heat- which is something that you’ll need his help with, something that you’ll have to count and rely on him to help you with.
You’re fucking worried but also, you’re scared and you’re disappointed. You thought that maybe he’d be less stoic, less cold by now, but he’s not. It’s the same old routines as the first week, and it’s the same small touches. Accidental brushes of fingers, bump ins late at night, and knees that touch under the dinner table. He still gives you a sweater or a shirt, but that’s it.
What you don’t know, is Bucky is conflicted. He sleeps with the used sweater that you gave back to him. It has your scent all over it, and it helps him his alpha sleep better. He purposely runs into you at night in the kitchen, and the accidental touches have his inner alpha needing more. But him?
He’s still not sure.
You know your heat will probably hit within the next three weeks or so. It’s been three weeks that you’ve been here now, and things are still remotely the same. Except for when Bucky finds you asleep on the couch some days after he returns home from work or the store, and he wraps you up. As long as you don’t see or feel him being affectionate, he has nothing to worry about. He’s still confused as ever, he still needs more time, but he’s sure it’s just his inner alpha causing the dilemma in his head.
But a part of him wants to just bury his face in your neck and hold you close when he sees you asleep like that. It’s my inner alpha, is what he tells himself. It’s got to be.
“Hey, i need you to do me a favor tomorrow.” Bucky speaks up after he swallows a bite of his food. You halt your movements and look up at him. “Yeah?” He messes with his food on his fork, then finally looks up at you. “Can you go to the store for me? I won’t be home until later, and i’ll be tired seeing as tomorrow is a rough day. I know you’ve not been out much because you’re alway tryna do stuff around here. Go out and get some groceries, buy you something. I’ll leave my card here.” He mumbles before he takes another bite of his food.
He trusts me enough to use his debit card? Well, there’s at least trust in this…..relationship(?).
“Okay, i’d love to get out. What time will you be home?” You begin back at cutting your chicken, which gives him time to answer. “After five, don’t worry about dinner. I’ll pick something up for the two of us. You just worry about groceries.”
So that was the plan. You go to the store, get groceries, buy something you want, come back home. It’s a ten minute walk to the nearest shopping center- which consists of clothing stores, two grocery stores, and such. You stopped by a clothing store and bought a new pair of sweats and a new dress, then you went to the grocery store. You bought the few groceries you needed, then started your walk back home. Luckily, you two didn’t need much, which was probably why Bucky allowed you to go- considering you had to walk. But if only he’d known that some pesky alphas would be tailing you the whole time, maybe he’d have rethought things. Maybe he would’ve gone, or maybe he would’ve went with you when he got home. Who knows?
“She’d make a good one, wouldn’t she?” One of the men mutter behind you. No matter how fast you try to walk, they just don’t seem to get away from you. And you can only go but so fast with these stupid groceries in your arms. “Yeah, nice and round with my baby….be a good little house wife.” The second alpha sounds more sinister, and you’re so so fucking glad that you’re two doors down from Bucky’s house right now.
You manage to glance at your watch, and read that it’s 5:27pm. He should be home, he should be home- HIS CAR! You fill with relief once you see that Bucky’s car is indeed home in the driveway, and your steps get even faster. “Oh, don’t run little omega. Come on, pretty thing.” The more sinister man says, and you bolt up the brick stairs.
With both of your arms full and not being able to move your hands, you kick the door with your foot.
You’re scared because you can feel the men getting closer to you, and you know they’ll pounce at any second. You kick the door again, a bit harder, and finally Bucky swings the door open. “Why didn’t you-.” His words stop once he hears the loud beating of your heart, something he’s not heard since you first met him, since you met Sam and Steve, or since you made him his first meal as you waited patiently beside him to see his reaction. He doesn’t like this reason though, and his inner alpha loses it.
He sees the two sleazy men behind you, and in a heart beat, he has you behind him and in his house. Not that he needs to stand up straighter, but he does, and he’s immediately a couple of inches taller which has the younger and shorter alphas below his stairs cowering. “You didn’t touch her, did you? Because if you fucking did…” Bucky’s words stop as his left hand raises. His lips are turnt upwards into a near snarl-like gesture and the two alphas stumble back. “We didn’t know-.” “You don’t do any lady like that. Mated or not, dating or not. Get the fuck away from my god damn house!” His voice roars loud enough that you’re sure several neighboring houses can hear him, but Bucky doesn’t care. The two younger alphas run off in the direction they came from, and after Bucky watches them disappear, he’s slamming the door and taking the groceries from your arms.
“You okay?” He refrains himself from hugging you, holding you, comforting you. Because he’s scared that he’ll cave in if he does, and he’s still utterly confused. He’s still cold. “Yeah, thanks.” You mumble before you follow him to the kitchen to help him put the things away. “They didn’t touch you, right?” It’s not that Bucky isn’t a caring person, but knowing that he does care about you in some form, warms you up a bit. But it’s still not how things should be by now. “No, i’m okay.”
Bucky turns to you as he watches you unpack a bag of groceries, then his eyes go over to the one that is from a different store. “Uh, what did you get?” He himself then begins to unpack a grocery bag to help you. “Oh, some new sweat pants and a uh….a dress. Just incase i go out, or we might. I don’t know.” You mumble your last three words, and Bucky can sense your emotions change from one of timid-ness to something of disappointment and sadness. “Oh, that’s nice. Uh, got my card?”
You hand it over to him once you pull it out of your pocket, and he thanks you. “Yeah, no problem. Thanks for the clothes.”
You can feel it. You can feel it coming.
And oh are you fucking nervous, scared, worried, and upset. You can’t help the few tears that soak into your skin as you sniffle. You just want him to like you. Why doesn’t he like you? Why can’t he just- why is he so cold?
Your heat is coming, and it’s going to be bad. You’re going to need Bucky more than you have this entire near month and a half of living with him, and you’re worried. Will he still be cold and do just the bare minimum for me? Will he not care at all and just leave me to suffer? He wouldn’t do that, right??
A soft knock comes from your door, and your head snaps up. “Yeah?” Your voice sounds horrible where you’ve not talked in a few hours. Why would he talk to you anyways? Not like he needs- or wants- to. The door then pops open and Bucky sticks his head in. Once his eyes meet yours in the dim lit room, he feels his heart ache a little. Why?
“Hey, you okay?” His eyes soften a bit and you nod your head, “yeah, just uh tired. Haven’t been sleeping all that well.” You let out a soft chuckle and Bucky nods, diverting his eyes to the floor then back to you. “Okay, well i came to say goodnight. Try and rest some.” And with that, he closes the door and he’s gone; just as fast as he came.
As Bucky walks back to his room, which is only a couple of doors down from yours, he can’t help but feel a little upset that you lied to him. He knows you’ve been getting perfect sleep at night, he’ll often go in and check on you- his inner alpha and all making him. He’s seen you sound asleep, and he knows that you are. He can tell by your breathing. So why did you lie, and what is the truth?
The pain hits suddenly when you’re cooking dinner two nights later. The spoon falls from your hand and onto the floor along with you when a pain shoots through your lower abdomen. Bucky isn’t home right now, he’s still working, and he said he might stop by the bar to grab a drink or two before heading home. And here it starts. The lonely journey that shouldn’t be, well, lonely. You manage to pull yourself up by the stove handle, and brace yourself. It’s not even fully started yet and you’re already crippling over in pain.
Thankfully the food is done, but you suddenly don’t have an appetite anymore, and you were only making it for you since Bucky is to eat at the bar. This usually happens with you on your heat, though. Your appetite becomes little until your other needs are satisfied. Usually you don’t eat much because you never do get your needs met, but you’re used to it by now.
Another pain shoots through your abdomen and you whine while clutching the counter top. You slowly lean forward and place your head on the cool counter top. You let out a shaky breath as you try to focus on anything but the pain, but it’s hard.
After a minute or two, you manage to take the pan off of the stove and turn it off. You then sluggishly walk over to the couch and plop down onto it. You curl up, not wanting to move, and then it hits you. The thoughts of how good Bucky can take care of you, how good he’d feel on you- in you. How you wish he were here right now, you’d be pounced onto him in a heart beat, grinding your hips into his. The feeling of his cock is probably other worldly.
But would he help? You don’t care, your inner omega is needy- you’re needy- and you need Bucky. You need him now.
If I text him will he answer? It’s worth a shot.
Then you remember that your phone is charging on the other side of the room. “Fuck!” You curse loudly, your voice a bit weak and it cracks a little. You contemplate on getting up, but would it be worth the pain and effort? Would Bucky, the alpha- “your alpha”- come to your rescue in your time of need, when he’s been so cold and bitter towards you this entire time?
You make up your mind and gently roll off of the couch. You dodge the coffee table and crawl over to the small desk that sits near the hallway entrance. Once you reach it, you yank your phone cord and your phone flies into your hands. You then hurriedly, with a little struggle, open your phone up to your text messages.
You’ve not had to text Bucky much, but it’s usually been about dinner or work related things. The occasional text from him asking if you’re okay or if you need anything, but that shit is rare. You shakily type the message- you’re nervous. What if he just doesn’t care? What if he stays out longer just to make you suffer?
You soon manage to type- need you home now please, it’s urgent.
But you don’t send it. You stare at it for a minute, thinking. Your mind sends you into a frenzy, and you clear out the message. He won’t come. He won’t care.
You stuff your phone into the back pocket of your jeans, and pick yourself up the best way you can.
He won’t want to help me. It would just be a fucking chore to him. I would be a chore. I am a chore to him.
You place a hand on your tummy as you sluggishly walk to the kitchen, the cramps and pains getting even worse. You know medicine won’t help, so you don’t bother to look for any. You just get a container out and place the food in it.
After the food is in the dish, you snap the lid on and rinse out the pan. You’re not bothering with washing it. You’ll do it later, maybe…you’re not sure if you’ll even be able to get out of bed later. You then grab one of the purple sticky notes that Bucky has laying on the counter, and a pen. You write- cooked too much food, so if you’re hungry you can eat it. Then you stick the note onto the container that you’re leaving on the kitchen counter for him to find.
With the last bit of energy you have left, you walk to your room. You know it’s only around 5:30pm, and Bucky won’t be home for another hour or so. After all, he does have the day off tomorrow and he probably wants to spend it with his friends and not you. You’re not going to bother him, he wouldn’t care anyways. You just ease into your room, shut and lock the door, before collapsing onto your unmade bed. You don’t even feel like peeling out of your jeans or clothes even though you’re a bit warm, and the horniness is kicking in, you’re just so weak from not eating.
You hate your heats.
You manage to flip over and pull your phone out of your pocket. You then lay it on your beside table with a slightly loud thud. You lay still for a few minutes, only focusing on breathing and trying not to focus on the ache and burn in between your legs- the thing that won’t go away without someone else’s help.
Another sharp pain bursts through you and you whine loudly, curling up into a ball in your soft bed. The covers and sheets are too soft. You hate it. The one thing you don’t hate right now, is Bucky’s shirt that he gave you two nights ago. It still smells like him, and when you finally get your hands on it, you’re shredding your own clothes off.
Chest heaving, slightly sweaty skin, and with an ache in your core, you place his shirt over your body- not on you, just laying on top of you. It’s close enough that you can get full whiffs of his scent each time you inhale, and it brings you a bit of ease.
Your fingers wander down, down, down until they get to your soaked cunt. Maybe i can just relieve a bit of the ache like this. You hope you can anyways.
You legs spread a bit and then your fingers begin to play with your clit. Your back arches slightly and your mouth drops open as you cling on to his shirt in you hand that lays on top of your hot body. You’re so sensitive already, and you can’t help but let your mind wander to thoughts of Bucky- your alpha.
How he’d fill you full for the days during your heat, maybe even if you’re lucky he’d give you his knot. Your fingers work faster and faster, a steady pressure is then applied to your clit as you play with your swollen pearl. You can’t help the low cries that escape your lips, and a low whine of “Bucky” passes them as well.
You know this isn’t going to help all that much, but maybe you’ll be able to sleep a little after you orgasm. Your fingers aren’t as good as Bucky’s cock would be, but it’ll have to do.
Your legs begin to close as you work yourself closer to your orgasm. Your other hand is clutching your boob through the material of his shirt. You’re nearly there, nearly there. Just a little bit more and you’ll cum.
You pinch your nipple and with a cry of Bucky’s name, you cum. The pain throughout your lower abdomen and the ache in your core soothes a bit. You know it won’t last long before you’ll have to orgasm again, but you plan to sleep until that time comes.
You bring your tired hand up and rest it on your covered tummy- your juices getting on his shirt. Bucky is sure that he wouldn’t complain about it, if only he knew what you just did.
Before you know, you’re fast asleep. The hard orgasm you had moments prior to has knocked you out, and with you being weak from the lack of food already, it has caused you to drift off to sleep rather quickly.
Bucky isn’t planning to come home until around ten. He’s having a night out with his friends, but he’s not planning on getting drunk. He thinks since you’ve not messaged him that you’re fine, that if you needed him or if you wanted him back, you’d text him. He’s wrong. He- his inner alpha- only hopes that you’ll text or call him. Just his inner alpha, not him.
“You’re sure you’re not falling for this girl?” Sam inquires once more before Bucky finally glares at his friend. “I’m not.” He then takes another swig of his beer and the food is brought to their table. “There you guys go. Enjoy.” The girl sends Bucky a wink, but he can’t help but to only feel slight disgust at what she did. Why?
“Hey, look, let’s just enjoy our food and quit talking about problems.” Tony says before he starts chowing down. Bucky then lightly slams down his beer bottle, “she’s not a problem.” Sam looks at Steve and Steve looks at Natasha. Natasha tries her best to maintain her smirk. “Okay, so she’s not a problem. Let’s stop talking about….mates then.” Tony corrects himself with a smart attitude before digging back into his food.
Bucky doesn’t deny what Tony says, he doesn’t raise his voice again, he just huffs and takes another sip of his beer. “You do nice work, Natasha.” Sam says with a smile, and Bucky just glares at him again. “Stop it.” “Stop what? Just talking about the mating program, not anything in particular.” Sam quickly hides his smile before he takes a bite of his food, and Wanda light snickers. “Yeah, her work is nice isn’t it?” Steve smirks as he wraps an arm around Natasha, Bucky only rolls his eyes.
If this is how the night is going to go, then he might be leaving early.
“Y/n? I’m home.” Bucky says a little quietly when he walks through the door- seeing as it’s nearing 10:30pm and he did not come home early. He soon notices that the kitchen light is still on, that the waterfall lamp is still on, and your phone cord is plugged into the wall in the living room. He shuts the door as he takes a look around some more, then he locks it.
He shrugs off his coat and tosses it over the back of his couch, his boots come off next and he kicks them near the door. “Y/n?” Bucky hums out as he makes his way into the kitchen. He sees the container sitting on the counter and he walks over to it. He reads the note- cooked too much, so if you’re hungry you can eat it. His brows furrow as he takes off the note and rolls it up, soon tossing it into the trash. He picks the container up and looks inside of it.
He sees that you made his favorite pasta, and he smiles without really paying his action much attention. He then snaps the lid back onto the container, double checks that it’s secure, and then places the food in the fridge for tomorrow- I’ll eat it for lunch, he thinks.
He remembers that there are dishes in the sink, so he quickly walks over and heads to check the dishwasher. He knows you hardly ever use it because you rather wash things mostly by hand- as you told him weeks ago-, so he knows that it’s empty before he even opens it. When he opens it, he is indeed met with an empty dishwasher.
He takes it upon himself to then load it up, and once he’s done with that, he places in some detergent, then starts it. He begins cleaning up the sink, and suddenly finds it in himself that it’s a bit weird how you didn’t clean up the little mess you made- because you usually do-, but he’s not upset about it.
How can i ever be upset at you- that’s the alpha speaking here- he thinks.
After he cleans up the sink, he double checks the dishwasher, then he turns off the lights. He decides to leave the lamp on in the living room incase he comes back in here or you stumble into the kitchen later for a snack, and walks over to the hallway. With a small head tilt, he looks down the hall and he sees that there’s only a small light coming from within it.
His eye brows furrow, and he starts to walk towards your door. Once he gets half way down the hall, something hits him. He inhales a deep breath and his face changes into panic. You’re in pain.
Who hurt her? What happened? Is she okay? God, what if she’s dead?!
It’s all the alpha speaking.
He then paces towards the door and finds it locked. Maybe you locked it because you were home alone during the night? Bucky usually doesn’t leave you home alone at night, so maybe you were just scared? No, but you’re hurt.
“Y/n!?” Bucky’s voice is loud through the door, and you whine. You knew he had entered the house about twenty minutes ago, you just weren’t sure where he went or what he has been doing the whole time. But right now, as soon as you hear him outside of your door, it takes everything in you not to go and unlock it. “Y/n? Are you hurt?” He’s so dumb, you think. “No…” it comes out as a whine, and Bucky knows that something is wrong.
“Fuck….” he mutters under his breath. “Let me in!” He sounds panicked, why is he panicking?
“I’m okay, i’m fine.” You mumble loud enough for him to hear, but then another pain shoots through your tummy. “Fuck….” you whimper and then the door is busted down and in comes a panicked Bucky. His eyes finally find you on your bed, clad in nothing but his shirt haphazardly covering you, but you don’t even care.
You’re bare before him, your alpha, for the first time, but you don’t even care. You’re so hot, in such a fucking mess that you don’t. care.
“Oh.” His tone is now changed, but his eyes stay on your face. You watch him swallow hard, and his breathing becomes heavy. “Bucky….don’t worry ‘bout me, i’ll be okay.” You sit up a bit, and go to cover yourself up fully, but he stops you. “No, you’re not shutting yourself inside this room and hiding from me.” It’s a near growl, but you can’t help to giggle a bit through the pain. “Don’t think i can now anyways. You broke the door.” You point and he just rolls his eyes as he crawls onto your bed.
You have the instinct to back up to the headboard, but he’s quick to place a tender hand to your thigh. His left hand holds him up as he stares into your eyes, and he watches you gulp. “Let me?” The words barely pass his lips before you nod, and his lips are on yours within a second. You’ve thrown yourself at him and he catches you, your skin is so warm, and he whines at the taste of you.
You taste like wild berries. And Bucky loves it.
He loves it.
His hands are roaming all over your body and your core is already grinding over his forming bulge in his jeans, your slick coating the material as he hardens under you. “Omega, slow down.” He mumbles against your lips after the two of you pull away. You’re breathing heavily and your hands are tangled in his long hair.
She’s beautiful.
His eyes study your face for a moment before your lips are slammed back onto his. He’s never had an omega so eager before, but he loves it. His hands mold onto your body, they’re quick to find perfect placements on whatever part he can hold. “You’re so precious, omega.” Bucky mumbles as he begins to shed off his clothing. You’re quick to flip over, and he knows you don’t need any type of foreplay, that doesn’t mean he’s not going to give it to you.
“So gorgeous.” His words are airy, but all you’re focused on is the sound of his jeans being thrown across the room. “Alpha, fuck me.” You whine, your cheek then buried into the sheets as you wait- shaking your ass from side to side to try and lure him in.
A large growl is echoed through the room, then a smack is placed on your right ass cheek. “Fuck!” You whimper with a jolt, and he does it again. “Why didn’t you call me?” He asks as he runs his left hand over the spine of your back. You bury your cheek deeper into the soft sheets, but that’s soon gone once his hand wraps around the back of your neck and pulls you up. “I asked why you didn’t call? I would’ve came and fucked your pretty little brains out all you wanted. Why didn’t you call?” His breath is hot against your skin as he speaks, then his lips are all over your neck.
“B-because i didn’t want to bother you. Didn’t think you cared about me.” You mumble, and he scoffs before he shoves you back down.
Bucky isn’t going to admit it now, he’ll do that later, but he wants you to stay with him. He wants you to stay for as long as you will. He really does care about you.
He soon lays down on the bed so that his face is under your pussy. He is quick to arrange you so that you’re sitting on his face, and he wastes no time in eating you out. A squeal erupts from your throat at the shocking feeling of his tongue and lips, but you soon start to grind and hump his face. You can feel the smirk against his lips as he eats you out, and the stubble- which is nearly a beard- is rubbing across your skin. Oh how that’s going to help you remember later how good he finally treated you.
“Bucky- Alpha! Please! Oh god! It feels so fucking good!” You moan as you ride his face, his tongue lapping up all you’re giving him. He sucks and hums against your clit, and in his mind he’s thinking you’re the best damn thing he’s ever tasted. “So good, ‘mega.” He growls against your slick folds as he tongue fucks you, his nose rubbing against your swollen clit. One of your hands is tightly grabbing the sheets while the other is in his hair. “Cum for me, cum for me kitten.” He mumbles, and you can feel it.
And it’s so much better than anything you’ve ever been given- better than anything your pussy has ever been given. It’s nearly overwhelming the way he’s devouring your pussy, but you absolutely fucking love it. You love the way his mouth feels on you, and you know that you’ll become addicted over the next few days.
You can now feel the coil tightening within your tummy, the pain you were experiencing earlier is now faded, and with a loud cry and a pull of his hair, you’re cumming all over Bucky’s face. Your hips buck and your pussy walls clench around nothing- which is about to be filled with his cock- as you cum, and you can’t help the loud moan of his name that rolls off of your tongue once he licks a long, slow stripe up your pussy- from your quivering hole, up to your pearl- making sure he gets every last bit of your nectar that he can.
This makes Bucky chuckle, knowing you’re just as whipped as he is- even if it has taken him nearly a month and a half to figure it out. “My good girl.” He praises before he presses a kiss to each of your inner thighs, then he lifts you up a bit more so he can move. You nearly collapse, wobbling like Bambi, but Bucky keeps you upright so he can line his hard length up with your cunt.
“Can’t wait to make you mine, omega.” He tells you before he starts to push into you. Your pussy sucks him in instantly and he groans, he can’t help it. The feeling of you is like no other, and he knows that he doesn’t want to let you go.
He’ll tell you that later.
“Feel so good, ‘mega. Gonna make this pretty pussy cum again, this time on my cock.” His hands are then placed on your hips as he bottoms out, your pussy squeezes him tightly and he nearly has trouble pulling all the way out so he can thrust back in. “So tight, so fucking wet.” He then thrusts all the way back in with a snap of his hips and it jolts you forward. If it wasn’t for his grip on you, you’re nearly sure you would’ve hit your head on the head board and knocked yourself out. “Alpha!” You moan, your hands grabbing his that are on your hips as your cheek presses further into the mattress.
Bucky then sets a pace- his hips slamming into the back of you as he fucks you. He knows you want it hard, he can tell by how tight you’re squeezing him and your little moans- he loves those moans. “That’s it, kitty. Just like that, scream for me.” His voice is so gruff it has your pussy fluttering around him. The tone and the words and just him. Oh you love this, you love every bit of it. If only it were real.
“Alpha, oh fuck!” You moan loudly once he hits your g-spot. He does it again, and again, and again until he just loses count of how many times you squeal and make those beautiful noises for him- knowing he’s hitting that spot that is making you sing. “So pretty, omega. Kitten, you look so good like this.” He admires you from above. He can see a bit of drool slipping from your lips and he sees that your eyes are fluttering back into your head, right before they close. You look so blissed out and he’s so glad to know that he’s the one who’s doing this to you. He wants to be the only one ever again to do this for you and to you. “Bucky….harder. Alpha, please!?” You swallow hard right before his thrusts pick up, and it takes you by surprise by how much harder he fucks into you.
You know you’re going to have bruises, but you’ll have them for the next few days if the sex is like this through your whole heat. “Like that, kitty? Want it rough? Little kitten likes it rough, huh?” He’s panting a little bit now with how hard he’s giving it to you, but you don’t care. You find everything about this man absolutely hot, sexy, and you’re infatuated. You don’t care and your mind is in a haze anyways. You can barely think about what day it is.
“Yes.” It’s a strangled, pleasure filled cry, and once he grabs your wrists and pins them to your back, it’s over. His other hand grabs your neck and pulls you up off of the bed again, just a bit, and his cock rams into you from a new angle. “Oh yes yes yes yes!” You squeal, feeling your second orgasm coming. “That’s it omega, cum for me. Cream on my fucking cock!” He grunts, and his hand on your neck squeezes a little tighter. Your pussy flutters one last time around him before you cum. Your gasps and moans fill the air as you fall apart on Bucky’s thick cock. He’s never felt so good in his life, and he’s cumming right after you. “Fuuuuck.” He drawls out as he cums, and your name falls right out of his mouth too.
“Bucky, oh god i feel so full.” You whimper once you think the last spurt of his hot cum shoots inside of you. Within a few seconds, it’s trailing back out and down your thighs, quickly coating his balls as well. “Shit.” Bucky curses, pulling out his cock with a lewd pop. He then gently lays you down onto the bed, and he snuggles up beside you. He watches as you slowly ease down onto the bed, your back not arched anymore, and he then pulls you close to him. “Feel okay?” He softly rubs your upper back as he watches your eyes flutter shut, a small smile on your face. “Yeah, feel better. Thanks.” You mumble. “It’s my job.”
Yeah, it’s actually a job. It’s a job you don’t get paid for and i’ll have to leave after it’s over with. Silly me.
Little do you know, he doesn’t mean it like that. It’s not like that.
Bucky’s eyes then trail over your back, and to your ass. He catches sight of some bruises forming, but he knows that you’ll be okay. He’ll take care of you if you let him. He then notices his shirt laying above the two of you on your pillow. He lazily picks it up, but catches a whiff of your arousal on the fabric. “Did you- did you play with yourself and uh….cum on my shirt?” He asks as he looks at the material.
“I didn’t cum on it, must’ve wiped my hand on it by accident. Sorry.” He’s not upset, he finds it a bit hot if he’s being honest. He’s never had someone so hung up over him, but he loves it. He’s just as hung up over you as you are him- little to your knowledge- and even he was oblivious to his feelings until tonight. His hand continues rubbing your back, and he can tell that you’re a little spent from the round of sex prior because of how at ease you are now. He then tosses the shirt at the broken door before he’s flipping you over and onto your back- an idea popping into his head. “Why don’t i clean you up, then i can reheat that food you cooked? I know you’ve not eaten, i can tell, and you need to, omega.” A lazy smile pulls on Bucky’s lips as he gently rubs your outer thighs with his thumbs- he’s in between your legs. “Yeah, that would be nice.” You agree with him.
Bucky plans on taking care of you for the rest of your heat, and even after that. If you let him.
“You’re warm.” You mumble, burying your head further into Bucky’s chest. He chuckles and you can feel the vibrations from it in his chest. “Yeah, and you’re already horny again.” You lightly smack your lips before you roll over to straddle him, his cock hard underneath you. “Someone else is, too. Can i be on top?” You lightly run your nails over his pecs as he adjusts himself- his hands then placed on your bare hips. “Mm, do you think you have enough strength to go that long, kitty?” He smirks up at you, his eyes twinkling in the low light. “Yeah, i think i do.” “You think it’ll fit?” He grasps your hips tighter and grinds you down on top of him, a small whimper falling pass your lips. “Yeah, it has the past two days.” “But i’ve been fucking you, you’ve not been fucking me.” His left hand comes up and pinches your hardened nipple and you pout. “Alpha….don’t taunt me.” You dig your nails a bit harder into his pecs before he stops grinding you over his cock.
“Okay then, kitty. Take what’s yours and start bouncin’.”
Bucky’s fingers lightly dance over your skin as you sleep on top of him. He’s never fell in love so quick. Your scent drives him up the wall, your touch sends him into a spiral, everything about you has him wanting more. And whatever you’ll give him, he’ll take. He was dumb to not realize it before your heat started, but he’s liked you ever since he saw you- smelled you. That moment you walked into Natasha’s office, he knew that you’d be his. Well, his inner alpha did, but Bucky himself was in denial.
Now, he wants to give you the world, and he will try to as long as you let him. He just hopes that he didn’t shove you away in the process of him being a stubborn bitch. He hopes you’ll let him hold you even on the nights when your heat isn’t there. He wants to cook along beside you, watch tv cuddled up with you, go on walks while holding hands. He wants to kiss your lips, touch every inch of your skin whether it be hot or cold, soft or dry. He doesn’t care. He wasn’t every part of you, and he needs you.
He just hopes that you need and want him, too.
It’s the day after your heat. That means Bucky is going to kick you out. Funny thing is, he left for work as usual this morning. He pressed a kiss to your head and with a wave, he was out of the door.
You’re sad and hurt, but what else could you expect from this?
Nothing.
You have most of your stuff packed, and you called Steve- since you and him have gotten close over time and Natasha is working- to help you carry it back to your place. Since you don’t have a car, he’s going to drive you over.
It’s now nearing three, and you’re expecting Steve to arrive at any time.
As you shove the last item in your bag, you look around the room. Bucky took the door off the hinge that it was attached to after he broke it down, the room looks bare now that all of your things are gone from the dresser and vanity.
You sigh and zip the bag up. You never even got to wear the dress. You were hoping you would, but again, this was all just useless.
As you’re putting the bag onto your shoulder, you hear a car door. You hurriedly grab two more bags and rush out to the living room. Once you swing the door open, you see Steve. “Hey!” You greet him, and he instantly smiles, but it falters, “you sure you want to go?” “Yeah, just feel like it’s best.” You say with a sad chuckle. Steve nods and says no more, he only helps you tote your things out to his car.
Once you two get everything settled in the trunk, you begin to walk back into the house one last time. “Hey, i’ve got to grab something. I’ll be right back!” You shout to Steve before he hops into his drivers seat. “Take your time!”
You instantly walk back into the kitchen, and spot the purple post it notes. You grab the same pen you always use, and start to write.
Bucky, it was nice getting to know you, it’s been good. Never thought you’d warm up to me or even be willing to help, but i’m glad I got matched with you. I’m sorry things couldn’t work out, guess you just didn’t want someone like me. I really was hoping things would be different, because i really like you. Anyways, wish you the best- y/n
With a wipe of a tear from your eye, you snap the pen shut and stick the note onto his laptop that always stays on his counter. You sigh and take a look around the house before you head to the front door.
After one look back, you lock and shut the door with a thud. Steve looks up and sees you wiping your eyes, but he decides to just let it go.
Things will work out if they’re meant to be, right?
You soon open the passenger side door and hop in. “Hey, need to make a stop by Natasha’s office so i can tell her to get rid of the contract.” You tell Steve as you buckle your seatbelt. He nods, “whatever you want to do.”
So he takes you there, and it takes you only about fifteen minutes to get there, too. Steve tells you to go in, that he’ll talk to Natasha on her break which is in about an hour. “You sure?” “Yeah, i’ll drive back here. It’s no big deal!” You then head into the building.
Of course it’s the same as when you first came here, but this time you know where you’re going. So you go on up.
And once you get to her door, you knock. “Come in!” You open it and once she sees you, her face falls. “Y/n, what’re you doing here!?” She acts almost shocked to see you. Why?
“I’d like to shred the contract.” You state matter of factly. Her eyes widen a bit more, but she nods, “o-oh okay, uh yeah. Just give me a moment.” She then begins to shuffle through one of the filing cabinet drawers beside her, and once she finds yours and Bucky’s, she pulls it out. “Okay, you sure? Because once i shred this up, there’s no more rent being paid on your apartment, and you will be removed from the program and never be allowed to sign up again.” “Well, lucky for me, once i try it once and it turns out shit, i don’t want to ever try it again. Tear it up, Nat.” You reply, and you watch her.
Her fingers hesitate, but with one swift movement, they tear the several pieces of paper in half, then she places it in the shredder beside her. “It’s done.” She sighs, and she looks sad. “Thanks Nat, i’ll see ya later. Steve is dropping me off at my place.” You reply before giving her a side hug. “Okay, i’ll talk to you later.” Is all you hear right as you step out of her office.
It takes everything in you not to burst into tears when you finally walk out, but you manage to make it to the elevator with only a single tear that rolls down your cheek.
“Thanks Steve. You go see Nat, know you’ve missed her.” You mumble as you give him a quick hug. “Yeah, if you need anything, let me know. Don’t be afraid to come around.” He chuckles before he closes your apartment door, and your small smile drops. All of the emotion that you’ve been feeling since the morning is now crumbling onto you, and it hurts. You sink down to the floor and tears start to wet your cheeks. Why couldn’t it have just worked out?
You lean back against the wall nearest to you, and start to sob. You really got attached to Bucky, yet you weren’t good enough. Or maybe he just doesn’t want anything to do with an omega. Either way, it’s fucked and now you’re heartbroken.
“She WHAT?!” Bucky yells into his cell phone as he talks with Steve. “She thought you didn’t want shit to do with her, Buck. I mean, after the way you talked about her, i don’t blame her.” Steve replies and Bucky crumples the note up in his hand. “Fuck fuck fuck!” Bucky shouts as he plops down onto the couch, his phone still up to his ear. “You do know that even if the contract is split and torn, it doesn’t mean that you two are done, right? You can go to her apartment that’s on 276 Ironsdale Street on the fourth floor that’s room 409, and knock and talk to her. Right?” Natasha then speaks, and Bucky halts his panic. He hurriedly gets up and grabs a purple sticky note where you placed them at earlier in the day.
He then grabs the same pen you used and snaps it open, “what’s the address, and when will her apartment contract be renewed?”
A soft knock is placed at your door, and if you weren’t only a few feet away from it, you would probably leave it alone and let whoever is on the other side of it just go away. But since you’re on the floor and it’s nearly in reach, you scoot a little and unlock the knob. Before you can even turn the handle, the door swings open and you squeak. Bucky’s eyes meet yours and he sees the tears that stain your perfect cheeks and he sees how your pretty eyes are absolutely flooded with salty tears.
He slams the door shut before plopping to the ground and his arms are around you within seconds. “Angel, oh god, why?” He mumbles as he rocks you two back and forth. You’re a bit confused, but you don’t care. His touch is fucking heaven and you’ve missed it- even if it’s just been a few hours away from him. “Bucky….” you mumble into his jacket, but he just hugs you tighter. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m here and i’m not leaving, i’m not going anywhere.” He reassures you and you sniffle.
Your head then lifts from his chest and your eyes meet his, “really? Why?” He looks taken back, but his expression soon relaxes- remembering that you think he hates you and wants nothing to do with you. “Baby, i love you. I’m sorry i was so awful to you, and neglected you. I was such an asshole, an absolute, in denial prick. You’re the best girl i’ve ever had. I’d like to-.” He takes a deep breath before continuing, “i’d like to be your alpha, forever, and you be my omega. I’d like to take you out and get to know even more about you and you can know anything and everything you wanna know about me. Does that sound okay? You can even wear that dress you bought.” His hands gently grip your wrists and his thumbs rub soothing circles onto your skin.
Your eyes refill with tears again, but this time they’re happy ones. “Yes Bucky, i’d love that so much.” You throw your arms around his neck, and you sit in his lap. A huge smile comes across his pretty face that you’re sadly not able to see, but you’ll be seeing it in the future- many many times. “My omega, my beautiful girl. I’m so sorry.” He rubs your back through your shirt as he comforts you. “You’re here now Bucky and that’s what matters most. You came back for me, you actually care.” “Of course i do, everything i said over those days while you were in your heat weren’t lies. I was being truthful.” He presses a kiss to the side of your head as you relax into him even more.
“I also heard from a little birdie that your contract for your lease here isn’t renewed until a few days. So what do you say that me and you move you into my place? No more shitty apartment contracts, and we’ll get Steve and Sam to help, how does that sound, angel?” His words make you even more happy and you can’t help but hug him even tighter. “Yes, Bucky. I want that so much. I want you, baby.” And Bucky couldn’t be happier with his girl in his arms, finally.
And he knows that Natasha has already shredded up his papers at that lovely place she works at, because she knew that you two would work out.
This is a long-ass oneshot, but I wouldn't have it any other way!!! 😭💕 It was perfect. I think bucky was depicted so well in this 🥺 I am simply in love with the dynamic between couple. 13k++ words of absolute delight right here! It was enough to lay out the one-sided pining, to unknowingly mutual pining. I love that Bucky was not rude or mean type of grumpy, he's just distant and don't seem interested. He was nice enough to have small talk here and there, and will try to cater the reader with her needs. Bucky doesn't hate your company in the house, and that's telling you something. Another good read trust me 😍😍 and may I just say? The spice? 🤌🏼 please, tbh while at that, I would like to give shout out to all of Mickey's works thus far. Every single fic in her masterlist are just masterpieces.
I would need to re-read some of them again to reblog my thoughts. Hopefully I have time for that 🧎🏻♀️
fuck it, i never ever do those “reblog for X, this one really works!” posts, but this one doesn’t have any of that BS, this is just straight up wishing us good things; and then the comment doesn’t even say any of that either. Zero claims on this post, all positive vibes
May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love
okay. last thing ill say for real for real. mikko would have signed with the avs, he didnt think a trade was on the table, the avs never came close to the 12x8 figure. All reports said around 11m and the highest I've seen from one source was 11.75, but I've seen 11.25 passed around a lot. He was traded mid season months before the deadline, with zero communication, and every single person involved was blindsided and said as much. Mikko almost certainly would have signed at 11 million, let alone 12, if he had understood how close the Avs were to trading. If he had known about the talks to trade him that had gone back into the summer, when everyone was saying that a deal was close, I'm sure he would have signed. Agents are quoted as saying they don't believe the Avs had any intention of signing him. The fact is no one communicated with Mikko during that first trade and if they had they would have realized he was never interested in signing in Carolina (who offered him the most money, fyi, I've heard reports as high as 13x8. Don't think it was just about money guys 🙃)
And now, they can hide behind the shield that Mikko is a stubborn diva with a greedy agent who was impossible to work with and they had to flip him for something! Except that excuse only works if they actually tried to get a deal done, and the Avs certainly didn't. If they had, and were unable, it would have been Colorado trading him at the deadline not Carolina. They were not interested in extending Mikko, because if they were, they would have tried harder and for longer. We'll see how this plays out in the playoffs, but a player who produces at the level Mikko does getting traded twice isn't on the player— it's on the GMs who failed to sign him. Simple as.
Avs fans attacking Mikko and 'being so done with him over this' like they haven't spent the past few seasons talking about how they miss Compher, Newhook, Graves, Georgiev, Keumper, EJ, and even Duchene. 😒
i don't get it!! it's not like he chose dallas over us, it's not like he saw both contracts at the same time in the same place in his life and chose to ditch the avs. He never even rejected an offer from the avs, they were the ones who traded him while he was under the impression they were still negotiating! why cant we still love a player on a division rival? why is him being forced into a position where it's either sign with the stars or cross his fingers and hope things start to work for him in Carolina and pray his value doesn't dip. the canes picked dallas, not Mikko. Mikko just played the hand he was dealt.
"I have a theory. Do you want to hear it?" // "Van Blundht somehow physically transformed into his captor then walked out the door leaving no one the wiser?" // "Hey Scully, should we be picking out china patterns or what?"
the x-files revival may have its flaws, but it truly is a testament to mulder's love for scully. it's mulder not doing anything to win her back, not because he doesn't want to be with her, but because deep down he's convinced that he already ruined her life in so many ways and he sees that she's in a better place and wishes he could resent her for that, but he loves her too much and he can't. he loves her too much. it's mulder saying "i'm here" on the phone when her mom is dying and staying with her until the end, and after the end. he holds her, comforts her, and he lets her return to philly with him because he knows she needs to work her pain away. it's mulder saying "you're never just anything to me, scully", and slitting a man's throat because he's hurting her and he's just so fucking tired of risking losing her. it's mulder holding her at night when she can't sleep, and never pushing her for something she's not ready for. he lets her come back to him, slowly. into his bed, into his house. his heart, though, she never left. it's mulder staying by her side, listening. he's all ears. it's mulder keeping at bay his own pain and hopes over william's loss, because he doesn't want to feed her guilt and for once he needs to be the one down to the earth because he knows how much she's hoping, he knows how much her heart will break all over again. it's mulder waiting for her in the church, lighting candles and asking for miracles he doesn't even believe in. it doesn't matter, he believes in her. it's mulder saying that she's damn good at her job, and he's just so happy to have the chance to work with her again. chasing monsters and doing autopsies and looking where no one else is willing to look. with her. and coming home at night just to fall asleep on their couch, in their home, next to her. a house that was lonely and haunted for far too long. and in the end it's about her, it's about their son and finding him. it's about being a father, it's about changing his priorities because now he knows what matters the most to him. it's that he loves her too much.
