#james barnes fluff

[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Blue-Eyed

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader Warning: memory loss, talk of a fight, angsty but not too much, fluff, snarky Bucky

Summery: Alone and afraid, you walk through a strange village with a familiar stranger.

Everything was dark. I couldn‘t feel my body till I felt a sharp pain on my temple. My eyes fluttered open and I saw pavement right next to me. My body laid on the side of a country road near a small city.

I registered that rain fell upon me from the sky hitting me and the earth. It was cold and I felt my body tremble from the lack of warmth. I looked down at my self and glanced down and saw the attire I was wearing. It consisted of a hoodie and some ripped Jeans. The rips didn’t look intentional, like I have fallen and scraped my knees.

I need help but I don’t know how to get it. I can’t find a soul around me. I scream for help but no one can hear me. Only the nature I am surrounded by and myself. My voice sounded rough. Surely from the long lack of usage. After a few moments it got softer and more melodic. It got as warm as a day in summer.

I inspected my environment and myself more. My nostrils filled with the fragrance of the rain. It instantly calmed my nerves and washed away the anxiety. Out of sheer relief I closed my eyes. As I closed them the picture of a man sprung into my vision. I looked around and saw myself seated into the passenger seat. It was raining cats and dogs outside and I felt uneasy. The man next to me smiled reassuringly at me. He told me everything is gonna be alright. That I was safe.

My eyes sprung open as I heard movement from my left. There was the man from my memory groaning and sitting up. He looked worried. With frantic movements of his head he searched for something or someone. He called out a name. He abruptly stopped as he spotted me. Again he called out the name. I looked confused at him before I looked around for a third person.

The man with short brown hair slowly got off the ground and dragged his body to where I was sitting. He knelt down to my hight and took my face into his hands. One of those hands felt cold to the touch. As if it was made out of metal. As I looked into the mans eyes I could feel a word on the tip of my tongue. Soldier. I couldn’t pin point the association of this word to the man, but it felt somehow right.

Out of some habit which must have been imprinted into my memories, I reached into my Jeans pocket and fished out a coin. I turn it and see an imprint on both sides of the coin. There was a roller coaster on one side and on the other was written ‘Coney Island’. I scrunched my eyebrows together. I couldn’t remember the last time I went there.

The sharp pain in my temple caused my eyes to close again as I winced. I saw the man’ face behind my closed eyelids. He smiled at me like in the memory from earlier. I felt instantly relieved. There was also another familiar feeling I associated with him, love.

As I opened my eyes again I saw the man had stood up and offered my hand to help me up. I reached for his hand and took it. With one big pull I laned into his brought chest. I murmured a small sorry to which the stranger answered with a chuckle.

We went down the road to the small village I earlier saw from afar. As I walked in I felt a weird sensation surrounding me. It felt old and powerful. Like magic. I felt like I left something behind. Something I should have never left behind or forgotten.

The man with brown eyes took my hand and led me through a grand park in the middle of the village. As I looked to the fountain in the middle my brain conjured up some memories stored in the back of my hazy mind. I was laying on the ground breathing hard. My rips hurt from the fall. A silhouette walked to me. I made a force shield to protect me from the attack. Then everything went black.

I looked around me. My movement were frantic. My body was on high alert. A mixture of adrenaline and anxiety cursed through my being. I only registered I was hyperventilating when the man from earlier took my face into his and called out my name softly. First I couldn’t focus my vision till I found the man’s piercing blue ones. I felt like I knew those. Like I have seen every emotion in them. From longingly soft to hard and cold as ice. The man told me to calm down. My powers were acting up. I looked around me and saw the air was filled with electrical energy. Small flashes flittered around us. I saw a dome shielding me and the man from the outside. I breathed heavily.

Strong arms held me to a brad chest. I felt safe. It felt familiar. The Stranger was murmuring my name softly in my ear. He told me everything is fine and we will go home. I leaned away from him, “I am so sorry, but I can’t remember who you are.”

The stranger led me into an old house. The door creaked and groaned as he opened it. The windows looked like they could fall out at every second. Cobwebs hang from the ceiling and in every corner. The air was mouldy and filled with strange tension.

“You will probably not remember this. But you used a glamour spell to conceal the house.” So I have magic. My eyes widen as memories of a strange place flood my brain. Instantly I raise my hands and drew patterns into the air. Slowly the old, mouldy interior of the house melts away. I see rows of books and shelves with trinkets. Some I can remember some still don’t jog my memory. I wonder aimlessly around for hours. The man watching me every step. Not in a way that I feel like I am actually his prisoner. No, It feels like he is watching so no harm will happen to me.

I round the corner and find the kitchen. The spices transport me back to my youth. More memories come back. Karma Taj, the Ancient One, trainings and tea ceremonies in the gardens. The stranger follows me. I turn to him and smile as warmly as I can, “I would start supper. Do you wanna help.” He replies to my smile, “Yes, I would like that.”

During the cooking process I felt a familiarity. As if the stranger and I had a routine of cooking dinner together. “Do we often cook together?” The man stops in his tracks. He looks at me and slowly nodded, “It’s my favourite time of the day when we cook dinner together. When we aren’t too tired, we do that. When not, there is always a delivery service.” He chuckles, which makes me smile.

My eyes widen as I realised full of horror, “I never asked for your name. You only told me you knew me. And you answer all my questions.” He walked over to me and put his hands on his shoulders, “It’s okay. As I told you. Someone put you under a spell so you can’t remember everything. My name is Bucky. More like my nickname. My actual name is James. You call me that more than my nickname.” I nodded slowly. “We should resume cooking or something will start to burn.” I chuckled as he jokingly nudged me back to my task.

After we ate dinner and cleaned up we started to get ready for bed. James looked from the bed to me to the couch. I did the same except every time he looked at me, I looked at him. If this would have been a cartoon, he would have question marks flying around him. “There is only one bed. You take it. I take the couch.” I shook my head no, “It looks uncomfortable. The bed looks like it was made for two people.” He sighted before taking a pillow and a blanket from the bed and throwing it on the sofa. He turned to me and smiled reassuringly at me, “Belief me, this couch is way more comfortable as it looks. I slept on worse couches.” I shrugged and made myself ready for bed. The situation looked hopeless for me to win.

I lie in bed and stare up the ceiling. The bed is too big and cold for me alone. Then I remember something. I snap my fingers and a few seconds later a fud could be heard from right beside me. The mattress creaks as James laned on it. I can hear him curse. He is grumpily murmuring into the blanket, “I hate when you do that.” I only giggle and turn my back to him, “Night!” He only grumbles in acknowledgement.

The next morning, I woke up with an arm around my waist and soft snoring in my ear. “Goddamn it, Jimmy! Stop snoring in my ear!” I heard my husband groan next to me, “Stop calling me Jimmy, love.” He fastened his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. His relaxed posture didn’t hold long. The man became rigid. My eyes suddenly widened. “Love? Do you remember everything?” I tapped Buck’s arm to loosen a bit before facing him, “By remembering everything, you mean that a crazy wannabe warlock tried to kill us? Hunt for my old family village? Curse me with a bad amnesia curse and forgetting I come from a long line of witches? That he also hex the getaway car to crash as soon as we leave the village? That we crashing? No. Don’t remember that, bear.” Bucky rolled his eyes at me before poking my side. I squirmed and squealed, trying to get away from being tickled by my husband.

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Domesticity

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x gn!reader Warning: fluff, domestic Bucky

Summery: You couldn't remember the last time you and your boyfriend made breakfast together.

Domestic things like making breakfast were few, but not rare. Since Bucky has the new role next to Sam he is rarely home when you wake up. You see him in the afternoon or late at night but rarely in the morning. He has apologised a lot for it. You just kissed him and told him you understood. After all it was his job. He was an Avenger. He was the partner of Captain America. He was a hero.

You felt a heavy arm around your waste and a soft breeze on your neck. You turned to the body next to you and smiled softly. Buck was laying next to you out like a light. Face in a neutral expression, lip a little ajar. You studied his face. You traced his face softly with your finger. With an imaginary line you connected the few freckles sprinkled onto his skin.

You heard him sight before he slung his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You let out a little yelp. He chuckled deeply as you landed with a soft ‘oof’ into his chest. “Morning, beautiful. Slept well?” you nodded, “Yeah. When did you get home last night? Didn’t hear you.” Bucky comped his fingers through his hair. He smirked down at you, “Well, I was a former Russian spy. And also your snoring is very loud.”

You gasped at the accusation, “I am not snoring! You are! I am purring like a cat!” The brown-haired man next to you laughed out loud. You pouted resulting in Bucky to laugh harder. “Yeah kitty cat you are purring.” He nodded sarcastically, his smirk prominent.

Buck’s and your stomach simultaneously started to growl. You both looked at each other with wide eyes before breaking out in giggles. As you were coming down from your laughing fit you took deep breaths to calm down. Bucky rolled out of bed first, “Let’s go make breakfast.” You held out your hands for him to pull you out of bed.

You both were cramped into the little kitchen your shared apartment has to offer. You squeezed and danced around each other. While one was watching over the stove so nothing would burn the other cut everything into small pieces. You were cutting the carrots in strips but stopped to look at your boyfriend. He stood with his back facing you, an apron around his front and flipping pancakes. How you wished you could freeze time and stay here in this moment forever.

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Cutting Edge

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x gn!reader Warning: injury (a small cut), mention of blood, banter, fluff, slight sassy Bucky

You padded into the living room of your house where bucky was currently sitting on the couch. He was watching some nature documentary. “Hey Buck, could you sharpen my florist knife and my garden shears for me? I know you usually don't –“ Bucky looked up and smiled at you. He reached for your gardening tools, “Yeah, give them to me, doll.” You smiled gratefully at him. As you gave him the tools you leant further down and kissed his shadowed cheek. “Thank you, bear.”

Only half an hour later you were working in your garden again. You weeded, cut, and pruned around your flower beds. You were picking some flowers for the vase on the dinner table when you graced your thumb with the sharp edge of your garden knife. The digit bled a little. Before the wound could get infected you walked inside to the bathroom to get the wound cleaned and proper bandaged.

Bucky walked by and saw the blood splotches in the sink and got concerned. He walked up behind you and saw you cleaning a rather large cut on your thumb. He reached for your wrist and held it in his large hand, “What's up with your thumb?”

You looked over your shoulder and smiled softly, ”Complement to your sharpening skills, they are cutting edge.” Bucky stared at you with a deadpan expression, “You are proud of that pun?” He wasn’t really amused by your giddiness but that didn’t stop you. “Yeah.”

You nodded excitedly at him. Your boyfriend rolled his eyes. “So anyway. The knife is so sharp that I only had to scrape the sharp edge over my skin to cut it. Oh, and it cuts through the stems like they are made out of melting butter.” You put your not-injured thumb, the pointer, and the middle finger together and did the chef's kiss expression. Bucky only rolled his eyes and kissed your temple, “Glad to hear it. Please be more careful, you moron.” You smiled at his retrieving form, “Well, but I am your moron.” You cut hear, Bucky sight and yell back, “Sadly.”

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i was made for you

bucky x reader

— james wakes up from a nightmare and you console him

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“james barnes, i was made for you.” you uttered lowly. you were cradled in between bucky’s thighs, hands hovering above his heart. moonlight streamed into the dark room through the opened window along with a slight breeze. bucky had his hands resting on your hips. his eyes stayed mesmerized on you. his blush pink lips parted as he let out a staggered breath. your words hit him right in his heart, the one that belonged to you.

this was a common occurance. despite bucky’s best efforts, his nightmares would wake the two of you up. he hated himself every time a little more for being a burden to you. he was the only one who looked at it this way. you couldn’t be less bothered. not when it came to bucky.

you continued to use your powers to feel his emotions. the severe anxiety he felt began to dissolve into a feeling that was hard for you to explain. bucky had taken the liking of calling it his ‘yn mood,’ as it was the complex feelings he had for you. love was too weak to encompass the intensity of it. adoration might be the closest you could get to putting it into words.

you felt giddy knowing you were the only one that made him feel like that. the intimacy of connecting with him through his emotions was something that you felt honored to be able to experience. with gifts such as yours, you were the perfect person for him. not that he needed fixing. not at all. you knew he just needed help getting back to who he was.

he moved one of his hands to caress the softness of your cheek. you instictively leaned into his touch. bucky ran his eyes over your face as he thought of how to respond to your words. with his finger, he traced over the outlines of your face. from the top of your forehead, down to the slope of your nose and across the plumpness of your lips. you met his icy blue eyes.

“i’ll only destroy you.” he mumbled. his emotions took a quick turn into distress. something he often feels when it comes to your relationship.

it wasn’t a secret that bucky didn’t believe he deserved a happy life. all the atrocities he’s committed was more than enough to condemn him. though, you came out of nowhere. you found bucky and stirred something in him that he thought had died long ago. he fought with himself, stayed away from you, to protect you from the monster that he was. he couldn’t bare the thought of admitting to you his past. the vulnerability of it scared him; along with the raw, truth. he never wanted to hurt anyone ever again. especially you.

“you could never. you are full of kindness and good.” you leaned in to press a kiss on bucky’s temple. tears began to form in his eyes so he quickly squeezed them tight. he didn’t deserve you. he didn’t deserve the pureness of your love. all too soon he felt the absence of your lips. bucky felt the warmth under his eye. you kissed away the tears that had slipped out.

all bucky could do was clutch you impossibly close to him as he laid the both of you back on to the bed. he knew there were no words left to say. there was nothing he could say to ease your mind; he promised to never lie to you. tied right along with that promise, was the one where he vowed to get better. so bucky tucked your head under his chin and he tangled his fingers into your hair. your arms wrapped themselves around his torso.

and that night, he hoped. he hoped some day in the future, this would be his life. falling asleep next you, only this time you’d be waking up in the middle of the night due to his excessive body heat and not his damaged mind.

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Constellations

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1065

Summary: Star gazing with Bucky Barnes

Warnings: maybe a little language, nothing bad just pure fluff

A/N: this was not proofread, I just kinda wanted to throw something out there and I was bored. Also, written and posted from my phone so the layout may be a little weird. Gif is not my own: credit to original owner. Thanks for reading!!

“And there’s Cassiopeia.” She pointed up, tracing her finger across the constellation. “Those lead into the one at the top...”

“Mmhm.” Bucky adjusted his arm that was lying under her head. She took his other hand, soft, flesh fingers tangling with the smooth metal. YN shifted closer, tucking herself into his shoulder. He smiled at the movement, the safety and comfort that came from it.

When she had suggested going to the roof, Bucky had been somewhat reluctant. He wasn’t sure about lying on a hard surface for hours on end and just staring. That type of behavior was difficult for him- if he stopped moving, everything came rushing back. So Bucky never slowed down. But lying there now? He had never felt more peace.

His girl, lying against his side, the warmth from her body creeping to his cool skin. The stars above them. The cool night air. The low murmur of her voice- the melody of her soul, soothing his. Bucky decided he wanted this every night.

“And... That’s Orion. I always think it’s the easiest one to find. Mainly because the belt.” She shivered slightly. He leaned up and snagged the blanket that had fallen around their tangled legs, tucking it around her bare arms. Leaning his head down, Bucky rested his stubbled cheek against the top of her head.

“I think so too.” He squeezed her hand. Her free hand trailed up his side, fingers dancing across his broad chest. He felt her socked feet move, tangling with his own. They had taken their boots off earlier and left them over by the rooftop door. YN insisted, demanded, it was a necessary endeavor. Crucial to their experience.

“I think you’re just agreeing with me without listening.” She turned her head and looked him in his eyes. His blue eyes widened in comic disbelief. Dark brows lifted, mouth dropped open slightly. He watched the freckles on her nose move as she scrunched her nose, reacting to his expression.

“No, I’m listening.” He defended. Bucky kissed her wrinkled nose and smiled. “I’m listening to you, promise.”

“Have you even been watching where I’m pointing?” She asked, poking his side. He squirmed away, moving to press another kiss to her temple. He hummed, the vibration moving through his throat and into his chest. She felt it against her shoulder.

“Well...” Bucky squinted. She scoffed playfully, rolling her eyes. “Hey, I was trying... it’s just hard when I can’t really tell where you’re pointing... and I was really distracted by your face, and voice.”

She chuckled and sat up, rolling over on top of him. YN straddled his waist, her hands brushing through his hair. The dark locks were soft between her fingers, strands getting caught as her nails scratched his scalp gently. Bucky hummed again, reveling in the feeling. He smiled up at her, hands resting on her thighs.

“It’s okay. I was just rambling anyway.” She brushed her thumbs over his sharp cheekbones, hands coming to a rest against his face. Squishing his cheeks together lightly.

“No, no. I love when you talk about the things you love. Your eyes light up and your face relaxes...” Bucky brushed his thumbs over her thighs. “It’s amazing... you’re beautiful...”

“Well... since you like me talking about things I love...” She leaned down, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I really really love those dimples you get when you smile... when you laugh, you get these little lines around your eyes.” She pressed another kiss to his other cheek. Bucky’s fingers brushed up her hips, skimming her waist. Teasing the t- shirt she wore. “And I love how your eyes are really expressional...”

“Okay... that’s enough of that.” He felt his face warming, quickly moving to hide it. Bucky’s hands hooked under her arms, pulling her body down to his. He kissed her gently as she ran her fingers through his hair again. Putting one hand on the side of her neck, he trailed kisses down the other side. Nipping gently. Wordless communication between them.

I love you, he kissed her skin repeatedly, the phrase being ingrained in the flesh.

“So you find it a nuisance when I compliment you?” She asked, twisting her fingers in his hair, tilting his head back. “Fine I won’t do it anymore.”

“No,” Bucky pulled back from her, rolling them over to her back. His fingers danced down her sides, tickling. YN’s voice burst into giggles, futile attempts made to catch his hands. “I just like kissing you a lot more.”

“Alright, dumbass!” She managed through laughter. Bucky sat back on his haunches, partially on her thighs. He just stared down at her, in awe. A soft smile pulled his lips. It had become his favorite view, her face. The moonlight on her skin, creating an ethereal glow. She caught her breath and looked up at him. Starlight in her eyes. “You’re lucky you weigh more.”

Her giggling diminished, leaving the pair in an even silence. One that was filled by their heart beats. Bucky always loved the silence that fell between them. It was never awkward or clumsy, just… quiet comprehension. He scanned her face one last time before slumping back down, curling his bulking frame into her side.

“YN?” He exhaled softly, the loose wisps of hair lingering around her face swayed with his breath.

“Bucky?” She responded, arm wrapping around his shoulder tightly. Latching with her other, cradling him against her figure.

“I…” Bucky paused. He had so many words to say, so many things to tell her. Show her. The words got all jumbled, caught in his throat, sticking to his tongue. His voice had failed him. Body betraying him yet again only this time, instead of an act of hatred being pulled from his being- he couldn’t make himself express his love clearly. It frustrated him to no end, how often it happened.

But she understood. She always understood. Pushing past his speechless, unsure gaze. Eyes intruding on his soul in the most heavenly of ways. Her arms tightened around his body, hugging him closely. Portraying words that could never be spoken clearly enough.

“I know.” She whispered, pressing her lips to his hair. Bucky sighed, relief filling his lungs. Settling on his skin. His eyes dragged up, meeting hers. The constellations reflected in her irises. “I know.”