You could write bucky and reader liking each other, like they text every day, but they don't really show it in person, yk, that kind of flirting but only them know it. There's chemistry and desire. You could do them texting what they'd do to each other. But all of a sudden, bucky gets a bit distant, stops texting, stops talking to reader, and doesn't really explain why.
And thennn he start going out with another girl. Yeah, just like that.
(This is a true story. It happened to me. So you can make it the angsties you can do)
You kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath
A/N : If you think the last request I posted was angsty, you're not ready for this….…
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It doesn't start with a dramatic proposal or a romantic kiss.
Whatever secret thing you have with him didn’t begin all at once—it steeped slowly, like tea, deepening with every quiet moment until it was something rich and impossible to ignore.
And if you're being honest, you like it that way. You like that it's a secret.
Despite wanting to show him off as yours in front of the whole world, you know he might just not be ready yet.
Because bucky barnes’ life hasn't been easy. He was never granted the privilege that is to be able to trust people. He never got the luxury of having someone that was his and only his.
So, even when sometimes your heart aches to run into his arms the moment you see him. To be able to cuddle with him on movie nights. To be able to have him in your room every day, you push that urgently down somewhere deep and unseen until it settles like blood beneath your bones.
You don't even know what to call it yet. Whatever secret thing you have going on with him.
It started simple enough. With a courteous text when he found your knife forgotten in the armoury.
It was a simple “Hey, I think you misplaced your knife.”
You had thanked him. And that was it.
Until it wasn't.
The next time he texted you was when he saw your favourite book displayed at the bookshop near the cafe he occasionally likes to visit.
The message found you when you were down with an injury from a recent mission. A picture. A smiling emogi. And a sweet message “Saw that book you like. Made me think of you”
It was casual enough.
But between your hopeless mental state due to the injury and between the crush you were harbouring on the super soldier, you never knew when the messages became your favorite part of the day.
Everything outside of that still stays the same. Everyone still thinks you and Bucky are just… friendly.
Teammates.
Occasionally sarcastic with each other. Maybe a little competitive during training. Nothing anyone would look twice at.
But no one sees the messages.
No one sees the way your phone lights up at midnight with his name. No one hears the quiet buzz of your phone while you’re brushing your teeth and the stupid smile that spreads across your face when you read it.
Because Bucky Barnes is different in your texts.
Bold. Teasing. A little reckless with his words.
If you were here right now…
You wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow.
And—
You keep looking at me like that during training and I’m gonna forget we’re in a room full of people.
It’s a private language the two of you built out of dark sleepless nights and lingering loneliness.
Simple, harmless flirting that never quite crosses the line in person. Except it did nothing to diminish the pulsing desire that has slowly crept into your mind lately.
The one that says you want him beyond the texts.
You want him to say the same things to you in person. You want him to be the same bold, reckless version of him in front of everyone and claim you as his.
But in person, it’s subtle. Almost dismissive. Like he isn't the same bucky that texts you his deepest desires at midnight
A brush of shoulders when he walks past. A look that lingers half a second too long. That small, crooked smile he only gives you.
Everyone else misses it.
But you don’t. You can't.
Because you know what he’s like when the lights are off and the conversations stretch into 2 a.m.
You know how much he wants you.
Or at least… you think you do.
He doesn't show it beyond his messages.
No whispered nicknames when the team is around. No secret glances that promise more of the messages. More of him.
You think it's because he's afraid of losing you that he's trying to hide this.
You think maybe he's getting there slowly.
You think it's hard for him. After all these years he spent having no idea how to do relationships, maybe it's hard for him to confess out loud.
You don't realise how wrong you are until the messages stop.
At first it’s small.
He takes longer to reply. Then he leaves you on read. Then the texts just… don’t come at all.
You try not to overthink it.
Maybe he’s busy.
Maybe there’s a mission.
Maybe his phone died.
But when you see him in the kitchen at the Tower the one morning, leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee, he barely looks at you.
No teasing remark.
No secret glance.
Just a polite nod. “Morning.”
Like you’re coworkers.
Like you didn’t spend months building something quiet and electric between the two of you.
You wait for him to explain. To tell you he was busy, or worked up, or embarrassed that he isn't giving you the same attention in person as you deserve.
You wait for him to confess that he was waiting for a right moment. The right moment to tell you how much he wants you to be his.
You wait for him to tell you that this secret thing between you is love.
He never does.
Days pass. Then weeks. And the worst part? He acts normal.
Like he doesn't know you've been waiting for him to pick up his phone and remember you.
Like you haven't reached out first a hundred times only to get ignored.
Like whatever it was between you and him, isn't just as important to him as it is to you.
—
The blow lands on a Friday night.
Not loudly. Not all at once.
It slips in quietly, disguised as something ordinary—plans for drinks, the team crowding near the door, laughter bouncing off the walls like it always does. You’re there, half-listening, half-looking at your phone out of habit more than interest.
Because some part of you still expects it to light up.
Still expects him.
The screen remains black.
And then the door opens.
You don’t think much of it at first. Just another late arrival, another voice about to fold into the noise—
Until you look up.
And there he is.
Bucky.
For a second, everything feels normal. Familiar. The same way it always does when you find him in a room—like your attention shifts without asking permission.
Except this time—
There’s someone with him.
A girl.
Close enough that their shoulders brush as they walk in. Close enough that his hand rests, easy and certain, against her back like it belongs there. Like it’s been there before.
Like it’s nothing new.
Something in your chest tightens, sharp and sudden.
You tell yourself you’re reading too much into it.
You always do that, don’t you?
Build things up. Twist moments into meaning. Turn late-night words into something they were never meant to be.
But the look on his face isn't something you've ever seen before. It is the look you wanted him to have when his eyes were on you. The look of a man in love.
His hair is ruffled like she has run her hands through it. Cheeks tinged slightly red as he revels in her presence.
Your body goes numb all of a sudden. There's a ringing in your ears as you try to not let the burn behind your eyes become much too evident.
He says something—you don’t catch it. The room reacts, voices overlapping, welcoming, curious.
“Guys,” his voice is adoring. Fond “this is Lily.”
Lily.
The name settles somewhere heavy.
She smiles. Easy. Comfortable. Like she already fits here.
Like she already fits with him.
You wait.
You don’t even realize you’re doing it at first, but you are—
Waiting for him to look at you.
Just once.
Something small. A glance. A flicker of recognition. Something that says this isn’t what it looks like.
But it doesn’t come.
Not when people greet her.
Not when someone makes a joke.
Not even when his gaze sweeps the room—
It passes right over you.
Like you’re just another person standing there.
Like you’re nothing more than what you’ve always pretended to be.
Teammates.
The noise around you grows louder, but it feels distant now. Muffled. Like you’re hearing it through water.
Because all you can think about is—
Your phone.
The last message still sitting there.
If I ever kissed you I wouldn’t be able to stop.
You remember the way your heart stuttered when you read it. The way you held your breath, fingers hovering over the screen, not knowing whether to be scared or hopeful.
You remember thinking—
this means something.
Now you watch his hand slide a little more securely against Lily’s back as someone pulls them both further into the room.
And something in you finally settles.
Cold. Clear.
It meant nothing.
Or worse—
It was special only to you.
The realization doesn’t shatter. It doesn’t explode.
It sinks.
Slow. Heavy. Inevitable.
Like something you should have seen coming but didn’t want to.
And across the room, Bucky laughs at something she says, head dipping closer to hers, easy and unguarded in a way you’ve never seen in daylight.
Like this version of him—
The one you thought was yours in quiet hours and glowing screens—
Was never yours at all.
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Yeah so I have the weirdest dreams ever. Mostly because I read so much fantasy and like weird stuff all the time.
It all mixes up in my head and my dreams end up even weirder. I swear once I had a dream where I survived a zombie apocalypse by falling out of a window 😭
In my most recent dream (last night) I was fighting medusa 💀 I know its crazy okay (I read percy jackson before going to sleep. And thus the dream...) 😭 😭
But that's not it. You know everyone who looks her in the eye gets turned into a stone right so I was legit wearing sunglasses. Indirect eye contact must not be harmful right?
I don't remember what happened next but mostly I survived so....yay I guess.
Help this is so unhinged. You probably expected some normal answer and here I am describing my insane ass dream.
Anyway, have a nice day 😊 thanks for listening to my rant!
