➳summary: When your best friends Peter, MJ, and Ned drag you along to a concert, you never expected to fall head over heels with the band, more so the drummer. Wild and erotic, Bucky Barnes is a rich rock star who gets everything handed to him. Between the money, fame, and platinum records, he has a nasty reputation. But when an innocent girl like you comes along, he can’t stay away.
➳pairing: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x College!Reader
➳warnings: features heavy angst, drug abuse, drinking, partying, cheating
➳summary: When your best friends Peter, MJ, and Ned drag you along to a concert, you never expected to fall head over heels with the band, more so the drummer. Wild and erotic, Bucky Barnes is a rich rock star who gets everything handed to him. Between the money, fame, and platinum records, he has a nasty reputation. But when an innocent girl like you comes along, he can’t stay away.
➳pairing: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x College!Reader
➳warnings: features heavy angst, drug abuse, drinking, partying, cheating
“Bucky?” You called his name groggily as you felt him slip underneath the sheets of the California king-sized bed.
“Shh,”Bucky shushed you and you closed your eyes, snuggling back into the warmth that the blankets provided. The bed began to dip and curve, soon a pair of strong tattooed hands were wrapping around your thighs and pushing them apart. Before you could recognize what was happening, a pair of warm lips started to press kisses to the innermost parts of your thighs, bringing you to gasp.
That was when you realized what had happened. You and Bucky had stayed up practically all night, playing catch-up. It had been officially a week since he left rehab and his entire demeanor had shifted. He was a completely different person; a better man. He was a joy to be around and the two of you couldn’t keep your hands off one another.
Last night was a blur.Of course, no alcohol or drugs had been intermixed, but it was the simple high you two felt off each other. Bucky and you were camped out in his built-in studio, where he attempted to teach you how to play drums. What surprised him the most was the fact that you could play piano and sing, which started turning the creative gears in his mind.
One thing led to another, and a few take-out boxes later, the two of you were settled in a bath filled with warm water and luxury bubbles. You were seated in front of each other, your hands rested on his thighs while he used his thumbs to stroke the length of your hips.
“Thank you for staying,” Bucky whispered to you as you focused on his face.
You giggled, leaning forward to brush your lips across his. Soon, he was pulling you into his lap, warm water sloshing around your naked bodies. He savored every moment he had with you, understanding that life was soshort, that he had to live it to every advantage. He wanted to experience every single high and low with you, no matter what they may be.
“Bucky, I’m proud of you. I can’t ever say it enough.” You smiled, kissing him passionately. When the two of you finally emerged from the bath, you changed into one of his shirts and a pair of underwear, both of you hopping into bed together. You were digging into a container of gelato together, deciding to share the spoon.
You spoonfed him a mouthful of the cold delicacy, watching as Bucky’s eyes rolled at the taste. “You know, without being doped up all the time… I think my senses got stronger? Everything tastes and smells better,” He laughed, kissing you on the cheek with a pair of cold lips.
You giggled loudly as Bucky took the spoon away from you so he could feed you. When you purposely made him miss your mouth and allowed the cold dessert to drip down the corner of your mouth, Bucky’s eyes widened.
“Baby girl,” He whispered huskily.
You smiled, licking your lips. The light in Bucky’s head suddenly turned green and he pounced on you, removing the container of gelato from your hands and throwing the spoon into it. Soon, the drummer had you pinned beneath him as he flicked his tongue over the running gelato, your insides churning. A soft moan ricocheted through the air as Bucky pinned your hands above your head while he kissed your neck, paying close attention to every inch of your exposed neck.
Your hips bucked upwards to meet his, Bucky growling in response. Soon, he was stripping you from his shirt that donned your body, his hands exploring your flesh until you were given over to the heightened pleasure that only Bucky could offer in the moonlight.
Now? You were stirring awake this morning, feeling as his tongue licked a surprising stripe against your heat. A gasp fell from your mouth as you immediately reached to your sides to clutch the sheets. Bucky hummed, sending pleasurable vibrations through your core that somehow managed to shimmy up your spine.
“Oh, Bucky!” You groaned heavily as his lips wrapped around your sensitive bundle of nerves, giving it a delicate suck. He threw your legs over his shoulders and buried his face in between your legs, the light burn of his stubble brushing across your core bringing you to echo a scream.
Bucky used your words as a means to pinpoint. Using his ringed fingers, he pushed two of them into your spongy walls, your insides capturing him immediately. Your head lowered to rest on his head where you curled your fingers around the strands of hair and tugged, earning a delighted groan from your lover’s mouth as he licked into your folds while scissoring his fingers.
Your breaths were coming out in pants as Bucky pushed you over the edge, his name being screamed relentlessly into the air of your shared bedroom. He gripped his hands around your thighs and coaxed a few orgasms out of you, bringing you to the point of overstimulation. You were nearly having to push yourself away from his mouth, but he could see the intense pleasure he brought over you, and it only made him press harder.
He came off your heat with an audible pop before he crawled up the length of your body. Lowering his head, the strands of his jet-black hair tickled your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down. Bucky kissed you long and slow, his tongue touching yours for a passionate exchange. You groaned sweetly into his mouth as you tasted your release which coated his tongue, his large palm slipping underneath your back.
Bucky flipped the two of you over so you were straddling his waist, his hand tangling through your hair as he kept you close. Your hips rolled into his, a sticky mess between your legs where his mouth and fingers once were. He felt it on his abdomen and it made him smile wickedly.
“Good morning,” Bucky winked, his blue orbs vibrant and full of life.
“Good morning,” You whispered, lowering your head to his chest. You laid on top of him, your exposed skin pressed together as you hummed while he drew circles into your backside. Bucky held you close as his eyes looked out the large window of his bedroom, watching as the light and view of the ocean met his eyes.
“So, I have a surprise for us…” Bucky announced after silence brewed. Your eyebrows pinched together as you lifted your head.
“A surprise?” You laughed.
Bucky nodded. “We’re getting on a plane tomorrow morning,” He informed you, causing your eyes to widen.
“Tomorrow?!”You exclaimed. Bucky smiled and nodded again.
“It’s a part of my redemption plan,” He breathed out. You looked at him questionably.
“Redemption plan?” You repeated.
Bucky laughed, twirling his fingers across your warm skin. “I think before you start back up with classes, we just need a vacation for ourselves. And since the tour isn’t happening anymore, my time slot has been freed.” He explained.
“Where are we going?” You asked with a hint of excitement lacing your voice. Bucky rolled his eyes playfully and kissed your forehead.
“It’s not a surprise if I tell you!” He reminded you.
“But I hate surprises!” You shot back.
Bucky shook his head. “You’ll be fine until tomorrow morning.”
You sighed heavily. “You’re so mean for that…” You trailed with a smirk. Bucky shrugged his shoulders and planted another kiss on your lips.
“But you love me,” He laughed.
“Yes I do, Barnes…. Yes, I do…” You smiled back at him. “But speaking of surprises, I have one for you, too… We’ll be leaving within the next two hours, so we better get dressed.”
“What is it?” Bucky asked.
You scoffed, choosing to repeat his words. “It’s not a surprise if I tell you!” You winked, rolling off him. You extended your hands and wiggled your hips. “Have a shower with me?” You smiled.
Bucky was flinging himself out of the sheets and racing in behind you, his hands wrapped around your hips. The two of you showered together which also resulted in sex against the wall, but it was worth it. The two of you stepped out, high on your own adrenaline, hurrying to get dressed. You put on a cute yellow sundress while Bucky resorted to his jeans, a gray t-shirt, and his belt. His tattooed arms exposed, you couldn’t help but run your fingers down the length of his arms before pulling him for a delicate kiss.
You two were soon in the car, you asking to drive. You entered the address to the restaurant you were taking him to, his surprise waiting there with nervousness building in the pit of their stomachs.
Bucky and you listened to some of Civil War’s music before you opened up your playlist. Kickstart My Heart by Mötley Crüe played and you shot Bucky a mischievous look.
“That should’ve been your theme song when they pumped those two shots of adrenaline into your heart… Get it? It kickstarted your heart?” You teased behind the wheel of your Ferrari that was purchased the night you two got married, which had been delivered to California.
“Do you think you’re funny?” Bucky asked seriously.
You glanced between him and the radio, soon singing the lyrics while adding a small “Ba-dum tsssss,” For extra hilarity that finally made Bucky burst at the seams.
“I hate you but I love you at the same time, Doll,” Bucky laughed.
You giggled with the sunglasses over your eyes. “I love you too,” You smiled.
Soon, the two of you pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. Bucky’s eyebrows pinched together as he looked around at his surroundings.
“What are we doing here?”He laughed.
You walked around and grabbed his hand.
“There are a few people who want to see you,” You answered quietly, Bucky’s eyes lifting.
As you walked inside, Bucky’s eyes drifted. You saw the table ahead and you smiled to yourself, leading him over. While you approached, they all turned their heads. Bucky’s eyes grew wide as he recognized the three individuals seated at the table.
“Mom? Dad? Becca?” Bucky called their names.
Winnifred, George, and Rebecca Barnes all shifted their eyes up to their son and brother, Winnifred’s eyes brimming with tears. George stood to his feet, Rebecca doing the same.
And for the first time in years, Bucky was engulfed in a hug from his mother, father, and sister. He couldn’t help but burst into tears as he melted into their touch, Rebecca shooting you a smile as she rubbed her brother’s back comfortingly.
➳a/n:this chapter just makes me squeal. WE ALSO FIND OUT THE TWINS NAMES. i gave them so much thought, and i felt like the two i chose were utterly sweet . enjoy! :) also domestic Bucky is my favorite Bucky.
➳summary: When you experience the most intense night of the summer alongside Bucky, who you nickname Steel Blue, you weren’t expecting to fall pregnant. When a positive pregnancy test meets your eyes a few days before school starts, you know it belongs to the man who you’d never see again. Until you walk into your Romanian Linguistics class and he’s your professor.
➳pairing: Professor!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
➳warnings:unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, slight age-gap, smut throughout book, angst
➳ dedicated to my beautiful best friend pitifulbaby
As the month continued to pass by, you were now settled into October.Midterms were up, you were slowly preparing for the babies’ arrival in February, Millie was helping you with nursery themes, and somehow Bucky and Nikki became best friends despite being polar opposites of each other.
➳a/n:this chapter just makes me squeal. WE ALSO FIND OUT THE TWINS NAMES. i gave them so much thought, and i felt like the two i chose were utterly sweet . enjoy! :) also domestic Bucky is my favorite Bucky.
➳summary: When you experience the most intense night of the summer alongside Bucky, who you nickname Steel Blue, you weren’t expecting to fall pregnant. When a positive pregnancy test meets your eyes a few days before school starts, you know it belongs to the man who you’d never see again. Until you walk into your Romanian Linguistics class and he’s your professor.
➳pairing: Professor!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
➳warnings:unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, slight age-gap, smut throughout book, angst
➳ dedicated to my beautiful best friend pitifulbaby
As the month continued to pass by, you were now settled into October.Midterms were up, you were slowly preparing for the babies’ arrival in February, Millie was helping you with nursery themes, and somehow Bucky and Nikki became best friends despite being polar opposites of each other.
➳a/n:this chapter just makes me squeal. WE ALSO FIND OUT THE TWINS NAMES. i gave them so much thought, and i felt like the two i chose were utterly sweet . enjoy! :) also domestic Bucky is my favorite Bucky.
➳summary: When you experience the most intense night of the summer alongside Bucky, who you nickname Steel Blue, you weren’t expecting to fall pregnant. When a positive pregnancy test meets your eyes a few days before school starts, you know it belongs to the man who you’d never see again. Until you walk into your Romanian Linguistics class and he’s your professor.
➳pairing: Professor!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
➳warnings:unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, slight age-gap, smut throughout book, angst
➳ dedicated to my beautiful best friend pitifulbaby
As the month continued to pass by, you were now settled into October.Midterms were up, you were slowly preparing for the babies’ arrival in February, Millie was helping you with nursery themes, and somehow Bucky and Nikki became best friends despite being polar opposites of each other.
Opting for baggier clothes to at least try and seclude your growing bump, it was getting harder. Students were beginning to stop and stare, Bucky consciously paying attention to the room’s shifting. He would give you gentle gazes and darling smiles to help push you through to the end of each lecture before he’d finally wrap his arms around you when the classroom had emptied.
“Alright, remember! Our midterm is on Wednesday.As long as you answer the questions in the study guide and practice, all of you will be fine. Don’t hesitate to ask any questions, either. I’m here to watch you succeed.”Bucky informed the students as everyone began to pack up their belongings.
Once the room had cleared except for Millie who was checking her phone, she turned her eyes over to you. “Nikki’s waiting for me out front. Have fun house-searching!” She exclaimed. She lowered her head to press a quick kiss to your belly before hitting Bucky on the arm and leaving.
He greeted you with a wide grin, those gorgeous steel-blue eyes casting into yours. “Come here, mama,” He said, walking forward to wrap his hands through yours. You erupted into a quiet giggle as Bucky pulled you close, your bump pressing to his well-defined abdomen. He sighed, reaching his hands forward to wrap around your stomach.
“Not going to lie, I miss being able to hold you close,” He chuckled, making you smile.
“Well,your children are wreaking havoc in the womb right now. I swear one of them is bouncing on my bladder,” You sighed heavily. “And hey! We can still touch… I’m not that big yet.” You growled, earning Bucky to smile, and leaned forward to peck your lips.
“I know, I know… I’m just teasing. Are you ready to go look at these houses? The realtor just texted me.” He questioned.
Your heart flooded with warmth. “I can’t believe this… We’re actually getting our own house together.” You breathed out, gently biting at the skin on your lip. Bucky hugged you as close as he could.
“It’s surreal, I know… But I can’t wait to start this journey with you.” He whispered, kissing your ear. “And just think… Whatever house we do decide on? I’ll get to have sex with you in every single room, just to break it in and really make it ours.”
“Bucky!” You exclaimed, swatting his shoulder. “It only took one night in a hotel to make this happen… Be careful.” You reminded him, eyes narrowed.
Bucky beamed with another laugh before grabbing his keys off the desk and leading you out of the classroom. As you two walked down the halls and hopped on the elevator to take you to the bottom floor, you leaned your head on his shoulder. Life had become so much different since Sharon disappeared.
The last you saw of her, she was being handcuffed and thrown into the back of a cop car while Millie was essentially let off the hook for beating Sharon to a bloody pulp with a baseball bat. Your and Bucky’s relationship only seemed to strengthen and it gave you both ample time to focus on one another plus the idea that you would be parents sooner rather than later.
The car ride to the first house was filled with you and Bucky exchanging words back and forth about what you were both looking for in homes; family homes. When you arrived to the first listing, your eyes widened. It was beautiful.A two story brick home with a fenced in backyard. Flowers dotted the outside area with a well-manicured lawn, bringing you to gasp.
“Wow, this is stunning,”Bucky admitted with a smile, wrapping his hand through yours. The two of you exited the car and were greeted by the realtor, a friendly woman by the name of Denise. She grinned at the two of you, a folder in hand with some of the property’s biggest hits.
“Bucky, Y/N! What a pleasure to see you both,” Denise grinned as she shook both your hands before her eyes settled on your swollen belly. “Wow, I think you’ve grown since I saw you last week!” She exclaimed, bringing you to smile sheepishly.
As she led you inside, your eyes were captivated by the large front entryway. It was decked with cherrywood floors and the space was huge.
“This home is four bedrooms and two baths… It also has a fenced-in swimming pool in the back. Bucky, since you’re a professor, there is also an in-home office for you.” She explained. You could hardly listen, your excitement was bubbling when you walked into the spacious kitchen that looked out into the living room. The bar was set up with a huge chandelier hanging overhead, the countertops were a fine marble. The color scheme was simplistic, but with pops of color being introduced on the cabinet doors. There was a huge pantry with a sliding barndoor that you were obsessed with, Bucky quickly noticing how you gravitated.
Bucky fell in love with the in-home office. He could already see himself settling in and getting classwork done or maybe he visualized you seated on his lap for a round of fun while he sent his stressors away. He could envision house parties here with Steve, Sam, Millie, and Nikki. He saw the potential in the home and already, this was both of your favorites on the list.
The bedrooms were huge, with a grand master easily decided to be your and Bucky’s if you opted for this home. The bathroom seemed even bigger with a tub big enough to fix three. His and hers vanities were colored in a dark grey paint with marble countertops that had flicks of silver.
Another room was seen, this one quickly being envisioned to be the twins’ nursery. You could already see you and Bucky painting the walls different colors and theming it to whatever you had come up with. Tears welled in your eyes as you passed throughout the other areas until you were finally taken onto the balcony that was attached to the master bedroom. Large french doors opened up to a well-manicured backyard with a swimming pool in the very center that was fenced around with a slide attached.
“I can already see myself having coffee out here every morning,” You whispered, hanging onto the railing of the balcony. Bucky smiled, leaning forward to kiss your cheek as he wrapped an arm around you. Denise had left the two of you alone to explore the home for yourselves after she listed the other pros such as the best school in the district wasn’t but two miles away. Recreational activities for the kids were on every corner, along with it being in close proximity to the college for Bucky.
“Doll, I’m already in love with it, and this was only the first house.” Bucky laughed, kissing your neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He rested his two large palms on your belly and gave it a subtle stroke, feeling light taps of feet kicking against his hands. “And I think the twins agree.” He added with a gentle, heartfelt smile.
Giggling quietly, you couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Let’s check out the pool then head to the next one?” You suggested, Bucky agreeing. When you made it down to the backyard and you saw how large it was upon stepping out of the two french doors leading toward it, you had to cover your mouth to withhold the threatening gasps. Denise already knew that sound meant you were hooked.
“Should I even show you two the other three homes?” She laughed, bringing you and Bucky to share a look.
“I think it’s a good idea, yeah,” Bucky answered. “Just so we know.Right, Doll?”
“LOOK AT THE SWING! THEY HAVE A BACKYARD SWING!” You exclaimed from somewhere out in the open. Bucky’s eyes lifted when he saw you seated on the wooden swing, kicking your legs back and forth as you giggled like a teenager. Bucky broke out into a wide grin.
When Denise showed you two the other three homes, immediately none of them compared to the one with the pool and in-home office. As the day drew to a close, Denise was already preparing an offer on the first home.
“Decision has been made? The two-story home on Carter Avenue?” She asked for clarification. You and Bucky held each other’s hand, both of you grinning from ear to ear.
“That’s the one,” You smiled, already seeing yourself in the future. You envisioned the pitter-patter of toddler feet racing down the halls while you and Bucky chased in behind them, until they would turn into elementary, then middle, even high school teenagers. It swelled your heart and made your world spin quickly, causing you to leane further into Bucky for support.
“Alright, let’s get an offer together and I’ll send it over to the owners.” She smiled in satisfaction.
As you both left with your hopes lifted that this very house would be yours soon, Bucky and you sat in the car for a few moments of sweet silence. You both looked up at the home, your smile erupting.
“I can’t believe this… We’re actually looking to buy a house together.” You expressed with a bright smile. Bucky laughed, reaching a hand over to wrap it around your thigh.
“I know… I can’t wait to do this with you,” He said, his eyes casting into yours. You slowly turned your head to face him, not helping but to lean over the best you could in order to give him a kiss.
You felt a few more kicks swell in your belly, making you gasp. They were much harder than before and you giggled, hurrying to grab Bucky’s hand. You rested it on your side and his eyes widened as he felt them for himself.
“You guys are excited too, aren’t you?” Bucky asked in a sweet voice.
Soon, the two of you were back at Bucky’s shared home with Steve and Sam. The two had gone out for the night while Millie opted to spend the night at Nikki’s, giving you and Bucky some privacy… And that meant the two of you were sprawled out in bed together, binge-watching a series while Bucky graded last-minute papers.
Once he wrapped up and joined you for cuddles, you licked your lips. “Bucky, what are we going to name them?” You asked.
“I thought they’re being named Razzle and Dazzle Barnes?” He laughed, referencing Millie. You slapped his shoulder playfully, rolling your eyes as you tossed back a chip.
“I’m being serious!” You smiled. “I’m due Febuary 25th, but honestly, twins normally don’t make it to 40 weeks… And even though it seems like we have time - we really don’t. I’d like to start calling them by their name… Even if they don’t understand it yet.” You laughed.
Bucky nodded his head in agreement. “What were you thinking? Twins usually have rhyming names or the same letter.”
You bit down on your lip. “But do we really want to go traditional?”You asked.
Bucky shok his head. “No, these kids are different from others. So, they deserve two different names… How about we compromise. You name one baby, I’ll name the other?” He suggested.
You smiled excitedly. “You name the girl, I’ll name the boy?” You raised your eyebrows.
Bucky wrapped his arm around you. “I was hoping you’d let me name her… Because I already had a name in mind.”
Your eyes widened. “Really? Because I already have a boy’s name in mind…”
Bucky moved to sit up, taking this moment seriously. “You go first.” He ushered.
He helped you to sit up. You swallowed the lump that threatened to form. You had the name picked out since you were younger and you hoped Bucky would appreciate it. The first name was easy, and now that you knew Bucky, you wanted to honor him.
“Lucas Buchanan,” You answered. “And we can call him Luke for short.”
Bucky’s eyes widened. “You… You want to give him my middle name?” He asked, his eyes suddenly blurring. You nodded and that’s when you felt him pull you into his lap, his arms wrapping around you.
“Lucas Buchanan Barnes… I love that,” He laughed, kissing you passionately. You smiled widely, thankful and relieved that he approved.
“Alright! Tell me what you have for a girl,” You grinned excitedly.
Bucky smiled. “I’ve given it a lot of thought.. I have a feeling you’ll certainly be up for it, but I was just thinking of how one person in our lives has helped us so much. After all… I wouldn’t have found out you were pregnant without her telling me…”
Your eyes started to widen.
Bucky inhaled.
“I want to name our daughter after the best…Eliza Millie,”He announced
“Bucky,”You gasped, covering your mouth. It was your turn for tears to well up. He held you closer, his lips pressing against yours as you held his cheeks.
“Luke and Eliza,” You whispered. “I think they’re perfect.”
Bucky grinned. “Just like the woman carrying them,” He winked, making your cheeks heat up.
Before you realized it, the two of you found yourselves tucked away beneath the sheets, your hands roaming across one another freely. You were basking in the glow of Bucky,never having been more thankful for somebody in your life. Everything was beginning to make sense now.
➳a/n: MY HEARTTTT! I’M FREAKING OBSESSED WITH THIS CHAPTER AHHH!
➳summary: When your best friends Peter, MJ, and Ned drag you along to a concert, you never expected to fall head over heels with the band, more so the drummer. Wild and erotic, Bucky Barnes is a rich rock star who gets everything handed to him. Between the money, fame, and platinum records, he has a nasty reputation. But when an innocent girl like you comes along, he can’t stay away.
➳pairing: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x College!Reader
➳warnings: features heavy angst, drug abuse, drinking, partying, cheating
➳a/n: MY HEARTTTT! I’M FREAKING OBSESSED WITH THIS CHAPTER AHHH!
➳summary: When your best friends Peter, MJ, and Ned drag you along to a concert, you never expected to fall head over heels with the band, more so the drummer. Wild and erotic, Bucky Barnes is a rich rock star who gets everything handed to him. Between the money, fame, and platinum records, he has a nasty reputation. But when an innocent girl like you comes along, he can’t stay away.
➳pairing: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x College!Reader
➳warnings: features heavy angst, drug abuse, drinking, partying, cheating
I can’t believe it. Today marks freedom. I’ve been in this rehab facility for exactly one month and while many days I nearly ripped my hair out when the cravings got so bad, I discovered resilience. It made it a touch easier knowing that Sam and Steve were here too alongside me fighting off their own addictions, but we all know between the three of us; I was the worst. After all, it took me being clinically dead for two minutes and two syringes of adrenaline to the chest.
I haven’t spoken to Y/N since giving my life over to the faculty. However, I did bring this journal with me and although Y/N never mentioned to do it, I decided to journal my thoughts. My own personal diary of my account. Maybe one day I can help those who have also struggled with addiction. But for now, my main concern is getting better not only for the wife who I hope doesn’t decide to seal our fate with a divorce, but for myself. I can’t keep living like this.
I’ve realized that I want more in my life than platinum records and adoring fans. I want a family. I want to be an inspiration for people, not someone who they looked to in remembrance of dirty deeds. I’ve thought about Zemo a lot. He was my friend and while I wished things would have turned out better for him, I’m one of the lucky few who received a second chance in life. At first, I wasn’t sure why someone like me was being offered that second chance, until I realized;
Y/N. I’ve discovered that I’m head over heels in love with her and even if she doesn’t choose to stay with me, I won’t be angry. I’ve put her through so much hell the last three months that I wouldn’t want to be with me either. I’ve never been more ready to see a woman in my entire life. First, I want my relationship with her repaired and then I’ll hopefully make amends with others who I’ve hurt on this dangerous path.
My parents.
My sister.
Sobriety is going to be a big change for me, but a change that’ll be worth it in the end. I understand the consequence of my actions and now, I want to repair the damage.
“Bucky, are you ready?” The friendly nurse smiled in his direction as she knocked on the door. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt along with his leather jacket. His raven locks of hair had grown out a touch and he reminded himself to get a haircut once he was settled in at home.
“You bet… Thanks for all you’ve done, Sarah.” Bucky smiled at her as he stood to his feet. As he walked out of the room, he was reunited with Steve and Sam. They both had brightened eyes and a look of relief covering their faces.
“How are you feeling, Buck?” Steve asked as he realized all the color in Bucky’s face had returned.
Bucky nodded his head. “I feel like a brand new man.” He said, clasping the blonde on the shoulder. As they began their journey to the front door while the faculty congratulated them on graduating from rehab, they all broke out into solid grins. While they embarked for the door, you and Natasha were waiting outside for them to emerge.
“I’m nervous… I haven’t seen him in a month.”You whispered, feeling as your palms were coated with a sweat. You stood outside of the rehab center where Bucky had driven himself to after getting out of the hopsital for his overdose. Your nerves were jumbled and you just hoped that this was the beginning of a new chapter.
“It’ll be okay,” Nat smiled, rubbing your shoulder as she watched the doors like a hawk. You drew in a deep breath as you rolled onto the balls of your feet and back down, your insides twisting with a nauseating feeling.
Praying that she was right, you closed your eyes. Suddenly, the sound of the automatic doors separating caught your attention. Natasha’s hand tightened on your shoulder as she saw Steve and Sam pushed their way forward, wearing big smiles.
You reopened your eyes and your heart fluttered intensely in your chest when your eyes rested on him.He looked so much different.The color had returned to his face, the dark circles vanished. His eyes scanned the area, obviously in search for you. When they landed on you, Bucky released the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.
Tears welled in your eyes at the sight of him. Bucky also felt his blue orbs glisten with tears and his chest jumped violently. His heart was thrown into overdrive as he craved to hold you. You watched when he started to quicken his steps, you doing the same. Not able to contain it any longer, you sprinted. Bucky gasped when he saw you running toward him at full-speed.
Opening his arms, Bucky caught you as you jumped into them. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he gripped onto you. His face buried into your neck, both of you started to cry in each other’s embrace.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Bucky called out, kissing your neck.
You clung onto him tighter as his arms held you close to him. “I’ve missed you too,” You whispered pulling back. Bucky’s eyes scanned your face and you couldn’t wait any longer. Holding his cheek, you leaned in and kissed him deeply.
Bucky was shocked at first, but he melted into your lips. You kissed him harder and it seemed as if time around you stood still. As you finally gained the courage to pull away for a breath of air, you licked your lips and stared at him. Bucky had a lot on his mind and while he was gone for a month, he decided that you deserved much better.
“How do you feel?” You asked him quietly.
Bucky nodded. “It was rough… But I pulled through. Each day got a little better. I had you on my mind the entire time.”
You smiled widely, nodding. “I’m so proud of you,” You whispered.
Bucky laughed, his eyes brimming with tears. “I’m so ready to go home,” He breathed out. You nodded your head, allowing him to set you on the ground. You pulled out the keys to his Ferrari which you had driven and passed them over.
“Lead the way, drummer,” You smiled, wrapping your arm around his waist. Bucky laughed, kissing your cheek as he led the two of you over to the car. He pulled open the passenger’s side door, making you squeal. Rushing to the driver’s side, he was soon putting the top down and flashing you a wide grin.
Just as he started the drive, you leaned over and kissed him softly. “I love you,” You told him. Bucky’s heart sped up.
“I love you too,” He smiled, kissing you back.
Soon, the two of you were winding down the road towards his home in Malibu.You had been staying in the home. Bucky informed someone to give you the keys to the house and make it yours.You had less than a month left before you would have to return to Brooklyn for college, yet you were somewhat dreadingit.
“What are you thinking about?” Bucky asked, turning the radio down low.
You bit into your lip. “Classes start back up next month,” You cleared your throat. “Ned, Peter, and MJ went to Spain.”
Bucky’s eyes widened. He remembered how you were supposed to do the same before he convinced you to join the tour.
“Doll, why didn’t you go?” He asked.
You looked at him through your eyelashes. “Because I wanted to be here for when you got out of rehab.” You informed him honestly.
Bucky’s heart swelled at your revelation. “And honestly? I love California,” You breathed out. “…Also, turns out that I get to graduate a semester early. So instead of fall of next year, I’ll walk for my degree in May of next year. So, two more semesters and I’m finished… Which they’re letting me go online for.”
Bucky’s eyes lit up. “What are you trying to say to me?” He laughed.
You smiled, wrapping your hand through his. “I’m saying that… I want to work on us.I’ve had a lot of time to think about the last two months, and I want to do things right.So, I’m staying in California… If you’ll have me.”
Bucky grinned. “Baby, I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He announced.
When the drive ended and you two were parked in front of the Malibu mansion, you and Bucky hurried your way inside. As he made it through the front door, he stopped in his tracks. To his recollection, he hadn’t stepped foot inside of his home since before the tour started. It was a bittersweet moment for him, one that he had to take a second to himself for. And when he looked over to see his wife standing there, he bit his lip.
“What?” You giggled as you walked forward.
Bucky shook his head. “It’s just surreal to see you standing inside of this place with me.” He shrugged.
You grinned. “Well, I’ve done a little bit of redecorating. Natasha’s helped keep me occupied when I tried to run myself crazy over you.” You giggled. “New curtains… I may have ordered a new bed for your room… Or, our room. Bucky, this place is gorgeous. Everything about it, I love it.” You expressed.
Bucky smiled proudly. As he walked through, he remembered that alcohol was in the fridge. You noticed the way he eyed the appliance and you quickly cleared your throat.
“I got rid of it all,” You announced.
Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed. “What?”
You nodded. “Every ounce of alcohol in the house both hidden and in plain sight, it’s gone. I scoped out the entire house. You’re okay.”
Bucky felt his heart swell in his chest.
“How did I get so lucky?” He asked quietly.
Laughing, you shook your head. “I want to make this work, Bucky. And it’s going to take us becoming a team.I stopped drinking, too. It’s not fair to you if I participate in it.”
Bucky couldn’t contain himself any longer. He walked forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in tight. You gasped when his lips found yours, giving you a very passionate kiss. You moaned softly into his mouth, your hand wrapping around the back of his neck. Curling your fingers around the strands of his hair, you smiled against his lips.
“Come on! I want to show you what all I’ve done!” You squealed, grabbing his hand.
Bucky burst out laughing, tanging his hand through yours.
He was hooked. He was so in love.
And now he was on a mission to make it all right again…
summary: bucky - y/n’s dad’s best friend - knows that she likes him. when bucky is invited to join the family for the annual winter vacation, alcohol begins to flow and with it, drunken confessions.
summary: in the aftermath of bucky’s drunken confession, y/n and her dad’s best friend attempt to set out some boundaries to ensure they don’t do anything stupid. when y/n’s parents leave them alone at the cabin for a few hours, all rules and boundaries are forgotten.
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part three: [coming soon]
teaser: one too many glasses of wine, a restaurant bathroom and a man almost twice her age. what more could a girl want?
A/N : I’m literally obsessed with Biker!Bucky and I had to take my turn on writing about him.
And I’d like to write his soft side, because the whole bad boy thingy is pretty hot but I like even more the idea of a tough and scary biker who is a total softie for the girl he has feelings for and literally do anything for her without her knowing yet that she’s the object of his dream.
Bad. Tough. Scary. Dangerous.
All of those were the adjective used to hear about himself. The ones which spreaded over the neighbourhood and the ones around.
That monster could be seen hanging around a biker bar on one the small streets leading to the town’s main avenue and only the usual were daring enough to wander around the place.
Y/N, newly settled into the the city, heard about scary bikers, traffic and other creepy stories. Hear the name Bucky Barnes, followed by « do not approach him » but how was she supposed to know in which bar he appreciated to spend most of his nights ? Well, she didn’t.
Which resulted in her cluelessly stumbling into the bar, filled with muscley bikers, and fierce-looking women, gulping pint of beers or whiskey glasses.
She made her way to the bar, doing her best to avoid bumping into anyone and when she finally reached the counter, she let out a deep sigh and wondered what she was doing here, and felt the most out of place she’s ever felt.
The bartender, gave her a questionning look, but still offer her a smile.
« What can I do for you, sweets ? »
She hopped on an empty stool and leaned over the bar.
« Beer please, medium pint »
He nodded and settled on preparing your drink, while you looked around the bar, firstly finding the customers peering over at you but liking the atmosphere overall.
« You new here, sweetheart ? »
A man settled on the stool next to yours, hair cut short, shaved until above the ears, piercing blue eyes and a little smirk playing on the hem of hi slips.
« Yes, I’m new to town. I’m Y/N by the way »
The young woman offered him her hand to shake. He eyed it with a raised eyebrow, glancing between her face and the appendage she extended out to him, but finally took her hand in his, delicately holding it and giving it a few shakes.
« And I’m Bucky Barnes. But just Bucky’s fine »
Your eyes widened at the recognition of the familiar name.
« For real ?! You’re way less scary than everyone say ! I’m glad »
As if on point, the bartender, push a pint in front of you and with a quick « thanks » you took a sip.
Bucky, used the time you weren’t focused on him to observe you. Yeah, you didn’t belong in this bar. You were far too clean, and not scary. You casually wandered in this bar, where all of the usually dangerous bikers united to have fun and told the one who had the worst reputation that he wasn’t as scary as people make it to be….
Either you were dumb or really adventurous….
« Maybe you haven’t heard all the stories yet ? » he said, leaning his elbow against the bar, eyes fixed on you.
She hurried to swallow the beverage and turned back to him.
« Maybe. But I don’t know from what everyone told me, I thought you’d be, taller, or bigger. Like, I don’t know, a bear. And with really scary face. I think you’re okay. »
She blurted out, before taking another sip.
It was Bucky’s turn to be wide eyed.
« definitely dumb » he thought shaking his head as a little smile managed to make its way onto his face.
« Wow, you’re the first to tell me I don’t look scary… I need some time to take it in »
He held his finger up to the bartender, who nodded and went over his rack of drinks.
« I didn’t mean it in a bad way. But you’re a normal guy, looking an extra bit tough, nothing more. But for the biker scene, you’re perfect ! » she gave him a thumb up with a goofy smile.
The bartender came back with a whole bottle of whiskey and put it down on the bar along a with an empty glass.
« Let’s drink to my non scariness » he poured himself a short contentiy of the beverage and held his glass to you.
You clink your own against his and took a big sip of your beer.
Bucky watched you intently, appreciating how nice itw as to have a casual conversation with someone who didn’t have anything against him annd most importantly didn’t believe the rumors, even if some were true.
« Y /N, sweetheart, what do you think about kissing me ? »
She quickly turned to him, the alcohol, clearly starting to affect her, mixed to the fatigue.
« That sure sounds nice but since I can see two of you, I wouldn’t which one to kiss. So let’s do that another time »
Bucky raised an eyebrow and watched her grabbing his almost empty whiskey glass and drink the last drops, making a face when nothing pour our after her sip.
Yeah, she was definitely drunk.
« Okay, it’s a date » he said, taking the glass from her hand and being careful to pull the bottle toward him as well, in order for her not to get even more drunk than she already was.
« let’s get you home, sweetheart. I’ll get you outside and wait with you for the taxi »
And while he tried to manoeuver you to hold onto him, he called out to the bartender. »
« Call her a cab »
On that, the two tumbled around the bar toward the exit, Bucky easily lifting her off the ground.
When they finally reached the outside, Y/N shivers at the chilly night air.
« Damn, it’s cold ! We’re in summer, why is it so cold » she mumbled, teeth clattering against each other.
Bucky chuckles and took his jacket off, revealing a tight, too tight shirt, molding his muscles for everyone to admire them freely.
And he drapped the jacket around her frame, pulled the tfront together to engulfed her into the clothe and prevent her from being cold.
« Here. I’ll lend it to you, gives you an excuse to come see me again » he smirked ;
Y/N leaned against the brick wall, tugging the jacket tighter around her, appreciating how the fabric brought warmth to her shiver self and she giggled.
« I was wrong ! You’re definitely a bear »
« Why’s that ? » Bucky asked, focused on holding his cigarette between hi slips while searching for his lighting in his back pocket.
«’Cause you’re soft ! You’re a carebear or teddy bear, both are good ! »
That was the only thing she said before closing her eyes and leaning her head against the wall cuddling herself in the leather jacket.
Among the rippled sheets, two bodies untertwined with each other, laid there. Only their laugh and faint voices broke the silence in the bedroom, after the ochestra of their pleasures resonated through the whole house, fortunately that have been empty for the evening.
Y/N’s fingers wandered along the curves of Bucky’s face, as he appreciated the sweet caress, eyes closed and tired smile.
The young woman especially appreciated to stroke her boyfriend’s stubble, scratching the tip of her fingers, before craning her neck to press a kiss to his jaw, which earned her faint chuckles from him.
His eyes fluttered open, and the first thing he saw was the blissful face of his lover, and what catched his eyes was the pair of earrings she wore.
His hand went to her ear that was the closest from his reach and played with the jewel, all the memories likned to it resurfacing in his mind.
He offered them to you for no reason in particular, just ot make you happy. And he remembered how you’ve told him to stop spoiling you and that even if you like his gifts it was too much and you didn’t have enough necks, fingers and ears to wear all of the beautiful jewels he bought you.
As if he cared about that. His jewel should wear things that enhanced her brilliance and that was all.
« You do wear them, even through they were a spoiled gift… »
That mischievious smile of his made your own grin pop out.
« Of course, I love them. They remind me of your eyes »
The earrings were made of silver, with a topaz in the middle, the light blue, almost transparent, just like Bucky’s eyes.
« Do they ? » he asked, having trouble to contain the loveful grin that was automatically spreading onto his lips at your words.
« Yeah, like waters I’d like to swim into » you giggled.
Bucky followed suit in your good mood and the two of you laughed happily at your own silliness.
You were the first one to stop, your face lighting up and your mouth opening slightly.
« I got an idea ! » you exclaimed untangling yourself from him to roll onto your stomach, which wasn’t pleasing much for Bucky who whined at the loss of your body against his.
You fumbled with one of your earrings and took it off, before turning to Bucky.
« Don’t move » you whispered, getting closer to reach for his own ear, the one that was pierced but at the moment free of any jewel.
You slid the tip of the earring into the tiny hole and placed the little bud to secure it in place.
« There »
You pulled away, returning back into your previous position, laying on your side, so you could touch Bucky and have a good view of him as well, while resting, because after the wild evening the two of you got itw as what you needed the most, along with each other’s love.
« How does it look ? » he asked, bringing his own hand to his ear to fumble with his new attribute.
« Very good ! We’re matching, I like that very much ! »
« Then I like it as well »
He leaned to your side to grasp your lips with his, the kiss barely there but the sot brush enough for the moment.
« I thought it’d be a good idea to show off even more that I’m yours and that you’re mine »
His breath, fell against your lips, sending a pleasant shiver into you.
« I like that possesive side of you my love »
It was your turn to initiate a kiss and you absentmindly brought your hand to the earrings that was now his, liking how it felt like your mark.
A/n: pinch of angst in the beginning, fluff to finish it off, this chapter is the one thats really going to kick off the story, and where I plan on going with it the next few chapters, the further I go in the next chapters will more or less be able to give me an idea of how many chapters we’re looking at. As always I hope you enjoy and happy Readings Angels.
Your fingers danced along the granite stone, the cooled wind picking up around you as you knelt to the grass. Your fingers traced your fathers named engraved into the stone.
“He’s resting now sweetheart, he’s resting and watching over us,” your mother murmured softly her fingers resting on your shoulder.
“I still want to help ma,” you replied looking up at her through watery eyes, “I want to be able to help you retire, I want you to be stress free, I don’t want you to have to worry about working, I know you blame yourself for not being there, and I know his loss weighs heavier on your heart.”
Your mother gave you a tired smile, her hand squeezing your shoulder softly, “as much as I blame myself I know your father didn’t want that, he would have wanted it to be the way it was, he didn’t want us struggling, he didn’t want you to worry.”
“Some good that did,” you muttered looking away from her and back to the granite stone.
It had been two weeks since you lost your father and between planning a funeral and making sure his things were packaged away nicely so your mother wouldn’t cry herself sick, you had had no time to find that job you and your mother had spoken of the night your father passed.
It was a bitter sweet goodbye for the two of you, your mother taking the most hurt as she blamed herself for not being there. She mourned her first love, her only love.
Your mothers hand squeezed your shoulder once more, “I’ll help you to start look sweetheart,” she spoke after a brief silence, “but I can’t exactly give up the Barnes residence till Bucky has been fully given the go to start working directly for his father.”
Your eyes shot up to hers brows furrowed, “but the day that dad passed you said Bucky was being sworn in, was taking over for George.”
Your mother nodded a small smile tugging at her lips, “he was sworn in that night, but you know how the Barnes are, more specifically George, always has to go all out for his boy, now c’mon,” she murmured, “get up or you’ll ruin your dress further, George will be expecting us soon.”
A puff of air left your lips as you bunched your dress up, fingers catching the hem as you pushed to your feet. Letting the silk dress slip from your hand you brought your fingers to your lips before bringing them back down to the stone, “we’ll come visit you real soon pa,” you replied softly.
You looked to your mother, who took your hand in hers, “c’mon sweetheart let’s get going before George comes and finds us personally.”
Warnings: bit of possessive, jealous, bucky, smut 18+ (oral, fingering), ring kink.
A/n: T’was supposed to be a smutty drabble, but its definitely a smutty little one shot. Please read the warnings y’all this is 18+ there is smut here. Dedicating this smutty piece to my angel of all angels and the one who lives in my brain @lookiamtrying. She sends me one gif, ONE of Sebs hands with rings on it and uff this happened. Happy Readings Angels, and remember wrap it before you tap it!
Bucky wasn’t a possessive man by any means, he liked to give his girl the freedom she deserved, let her roam around the club freely, but he had to draw a line somewhere. And he was drawing the line at the burly man sizing you up at the bar.
He didn’t like to have to put people in their places, to have to show them where they belonged. He liked to keep his job and his girl apart from one another, two different worlds not meant to mix. His job was hard, it was mean, it was unforgiving and you, you reminded him of the kinder things in life.
It seems you liked to see him like this though, liked to see him sizing up other men, liked to have him grip you roughly as he pulled you through the crowds, Steve and Sam tending to the man at the bar.
A/n: There has been a few years time skip between the prelude and this part, but reader is still fairly young so bear that in mind please, the next chapter will also have a big time skip with reader being much older. I will try and explain it as well when we come to it. Anywho fell behind a day but we are officially back at work and training drained me yesterday BUT we are getting back on track hopefully with two updates today. Hope you all enjoy this little piece, and hopefully i can finish my two other WIPs this week or next week so that I can focus solely on Maidens Tale, with that being said, our next update for this series might not come as quick as i really want to finish 365 and baby its cold outside. THAT MEANS WE ARE EXTENDING MOB MONTH WELL INTO FEBRUARY!
Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Feelings come to light in the most fitting way. Word Count: Over 2.6k Warnings: Pining, fluff, insecurities, feels, idiots in love admitting how they feel (is that a warning?), roommate!Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?), Alpine still being the best cat ever A/N: Hey, lovelies! We finally get to see how Stud and Smartie get together. And to me, it’s just right. Beta read by the beautiful @maladaptivexxdaydreaming, but any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by the talented @vase-of-lilies. Moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!
The sound of the clock ticking in the quiet apartment taunted you as you sat on the couch. You matched the timing to the rhythm of “Can’t Help Falling In Love” without realizing it until you heard yourself humming the tune. Ever since that night in the kitchen, you found yourself playing the song on repeat when you were alone. You wished you could dance with Bucky every night. It would be a dream come true.
I’m all in my feels today and I’m not gonna lie this made me tear up. It was so sweet and lovely. I love when he started telling her about the “book”, my heart just melted I love these two so much and the puzzle idea was perfect for them! This was amazing, Navy!
Summary?: Everyone was born with a necklace designed dangling down their neck with a magnet that will attach to find their significant other’s necklace, that would indicate that this is their soulmate that they will be stuck with forever til death comes.
A/N: hello everybody! Its been a while since I’ve wrote and posted an imagine here but this one-shot was stuck in my head for a while as i was inspired to write this by a TikTok video i have seen (video below) nvm it flagged it because of the video sorry, I hope you guys enjoy my work below!
Pairing:Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Words:736? (Inc. summary)
Creds to TikTok video: @creative0023
Like everybody else in the world, Bucky Barnes was born with a necklace around his neck. For most of his life before the Winter Soldier, he has been looking and looking for his soulmate but no luck at all. At theatre dates, carnivals and ball dances with every single dame he dated before, none of them had connected to Bucky’s lonely necklace.
During the 70 years he was taken and trained by HYDRA, he lost hope on finding his soulmate and did the dirty work of HYDRA’s missions. To avoid finding Bucky’s soulmate while he was working for them, they chipped off a few pieces and layered the freshly chipped magnet with super glue.
That all changed when after he was saved by his childhood best friend Steve and Sam and was recruited by the Avengers. Bucky had been recovering from his trauma with HYDRA’s brainwashing with therapy and with the help of Shuri removing his trigger words that HYDRA attached to him. She also repaired his soulmate necklace by melting the dry glue with Wakanda’s modern technology and used a bit of Bucky’s DNA and vibranium to fill out the chipped parts of the object. It was at that point where Bucky had hope again to find the one.
6 months into his stay, he was watching a few films in the living room that Sam and Peter had recommended him to see that he missed during the Winter Soldier era. While watching the Titanic, he was fiddling with his necklace when thundering footsteps of heavy duty boots hit the tiled flooring with her heavy duffle bag with her weapons. Everybody else was dashing to the hallways to find YN returning to the compound.
Y/N recently completed her 6 month solo mission in Rome and returned home to the Avengers Compound to report data found in Rome. YN had left the compound days before Bucky’s arrival and recruitment.
Everybody had missed her dearly and all surrounded her giving her hugs. Bucky was confused about what was happening until Steve was last to enter the living room to greet YN. He grabbed and stopped Steve’s arm with his flesh hand and questioned him what sort of events are happening there. Steve explained to him briefly about YN and described her. The way Steve’s describe her, YN sounded beautiful to him.
Bucky followed behind Steve to where YN is and all the sudden the magnetic part of his necklace started to tingle. It then lifted itself up and was leading Bucky to a certain direction where the rest of the Avengers were at as he was following the necklace.
YN happily greeted and reunited with the Avengers, the chitter chatting stopped as her necklace started to tingle and lifted itself up as the necklace was tugging her to a location. She followed along with it whilst everyone moved out of her path to the side and the stands a confused solider. Bucky’s head rose up to a woman standing right in front of him. Steve wasn’t wrong when he said YN was beautiful.
Their wondering eyes meet for the first time as both of their necklaces were getting closer and closer. They stepped closer to each other until their chests touch and a snap filled their ears. Looking down from each others pupils, their pieces of jewellery have connected to each other. It didn’t take long for Bucky, YN and the Avengers to realise what was happening. YN was the soulmate Bucky has been looking for about 100 years.
His head was running through thoughts of spending the rest of his life with this woman. Her mouth was speechless, she didn’t know how to react. They both wrapped their arms around each other besides from Bucky who left out his metal arm to prevent harming her. YN removed her right arm from around Bucky’s waist and picked up his arm to hold it to her waist while the 2 pairs of eyes stare dreamily at one another.
The Avengers all cheered and clapped around the 2 happy soulmates who have found somebody to love. This was the start to a happy life between Bucky and YN.
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Thankyou to all that have made it this far! I really hope i can get some requests from anyone for me to write (apart from smut pls) ps. Somebody send me a step by step message on how to make a masterlist, kinda new to this tumblr world
Aye second one-shot!! I’ve been inspired to write this by the song ‘Your new Boyfriend” by Wilbur Soot. My friends recommended me this song and I love this song so much. I’ve rushed this story so sorry if it flopped down in the middle of the one-shot as it’s getting late for me heh
Pairing:Bucky Barnes x fem!reader AU
Warnings: fluff, references and rambling Bucky :)
Words: 551
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You and Bucky are in a relationship, online. You met Bucky through a yours and his mutual friends via Discord. This has been going on for 6 happy months. Bad part is, Bucky lives on the other side of the world from you. Luckily, you and Bucky spend your time in voice chats and video calls with friends or for most times, just the two of you.
Tonight was one of those nights where you would join him in a video call. It is currently around the afternoon for Bucky, and almost midnight for you. You rested on your bed, waiting for his profile to pop up. As you were chatting in a server about if pineapples belong on pizza, a profile has popped in above all your servers. You clicked on his profile right away, reading his message.
BuckyBarnes#0107:good morning, or afternoon heh
Y/N#0000: hey baby how was your morning run?
BuckyBarnes#0107:oh it was alright, just taking a break right now. are you gonna sleep soon babe?
Y/N#0000:mhmmm I’ll sleep if I get to hear your or see you beforei sleep for the night. But I won’t be able to talk to you tonight :(
BuckyBarnes#0107: oh so you wanna listen to what I’ve seen at my run do you?
Then a ring tone alerts you as Bucky is waiting for you to pick up the video call. You press on the button to enter the call and there he was, staring into you with his sky blue eyes, grey cap, headphones hanging around his neck and a dark royal blue shirt.
You flustered on the sight that you are observing in your screen. Bucky could say the same for you when he saw you on his screen. He was on his way home. Bucky then goes on about his morning and what he saw during his run with his soothing voice. So soothing, that it could make anyone sleep like a baby. By the time then, he was already home, plopping himself down onto the daybed like, $5000 couch that his other online friend Sam who lives on the other side of the country has described to you, as Bucky tries to deny his accusation that Sam has been to his place before (if you get the reference ily <3).
When Bucky asked you a question, since you can’t reply verbally, you move the screen out of full screen to type out your response and typed out your answer in each other’s DMs. Time goes by as your eyes start to droop down, slowly closing your eyelids, loosing your grip to the phone being placed standing on a water bottle on the nightstand. Bucky still rambles on about buying a new kitten to adopt, describing its features, not knowing you were out like a light.
The soft snores coming out of your mouth disrupt his rambles as he stares at you adorably. Bucky was debating if he should end the call or keep the chat going while being muted to not disrupt your slumber. a soft smile appears on his face thinking how lucky he was to find you and be with him. Plopping into his bedroom, he places his phone next to him listening to your snores filling his ears up after a tiring morning.
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if you reached the end, tysm for reading my writing! :)
A/n: This is definitely going to be a series as for how long i’m unsure but this wip has been sitting in my docs and my mind for far too long and needed out. I hope you all will enjoy it, and hopefully i can really build this one up, yall ready?
Stay up to date with my latest updates by checking out @worldofausupdates!
His file had been thrown on your desk, its contents nearly spilling out due to the manner in which director Fury had delivered it to you.
“Fury,” you greet as you look down at the file thrown on your desk to the man in question, “to what do I owe the pleasure - or rather displeasure,” you add taking notice of the grimace painting his already disgruntled features.
Fury say’s nothing as he zones in on your desk, hands meeting wood as he looms over you, “James Buchanan Barnes,” he begins his hand reaching out to open the disheveled file, “a ‘ghost’ taking it upon himself to go after the scum of New York,” your brows raise as he digs through the files, “Mob bosses, arm dealers, human traffickers, if they’ve ever been brought in; they’ve likely seen the end with him.”
Your office grows quiet as Fury gives you a minute to look over the file that he had started to present to you. “How did he even manage to get in with the likes of some of these,” you question as you flip through the photos encased in his file, “red skull, kingpin, Thanos, Ultron,” your eyes meet your directors.
“Ever heard of a contract killer,” he questions, “contract killer, you mean like a hitman?” Fury’s nodding at your question, your own brows furrowing at the answer, “wait so these men hired James Barnes for a job only to become ‘the job’ - how’d he manage that?”
“Doesn’t sound like your typical hitman does it,” fury questions, “well he isn’t,” he answers at the shake of your head. “James Barnes from what we know is a planner, very detail oriented – does his research on the bastards that hire him, finds their weak spot, wins them over, and then uses that against them when their guards are lowered and they’re least suspecting.”
Your brows furrow as you continue to flip through the contents of the file; James Barnes was indeed very detail oriented from what you could see. He had planned every last detail from how we came across those who hired him, to how he crossed them. For many of these men you couldn’t even bring yourself to feel sorry for their imminent endings, it was a long time coming after all.
“It seems like this ‘ghost’ Is doing us a favor don’t you think,” you question as you close up the file sliding it back to your director, “would it really be so bad to just slide his ‘wrong doings’ under the rug like the others, they’ve done far worse for longer and we’ve all had to turn a blind eye to it.”
Fury’s face is unreadable, and for a second you think you might have broken the unruly man but then he’s producing a second file from his coat. The file hitting your desk in the same manner as the first this time though he doesn’t bother opening the contents for you before he’s speaking.
“Brock Rumlow, you heard of him?”
You can’t help the quiet scoff that leaves your lips, you had heard, and dealt with Rumlow plenty. “Really Fury, Rumlow is one that we’ve - I’ve had to turn a blind eye to plenty, course I’ve heard of him, he’s been escaping prison sentence since our first meeting.”
Fury is leaning forward to open the file, “Rumlow’s hired Barnes for a job, thing is this jobs been going on for months and Barnes finally has enough on Rumlow to take him down,” your eyes flick to your directors, “and as much as its going to pain you to hear this Barnes needs to be stopped.”
“Stopped,” you question, “did anyone ever stop red skull, kingpin, Thanos, Ultron when they were skipping out on arrests for doing far worse than what James Barnes is doing?”
“Is he any better though,” Fury retaliates, “he’s still murdering people detective,” you scoff to which Fury raises a brow at, “James Barnes is murdering men who if you ask me deserve it – the men he’s taken down have murdered innocent individuals for less,” you continue, “these men deal Fury, they traffic children, women, and you want me to stop him from taking another rat down?”
Fury’s lips are set in a thin line, “detective if Barnes is successful in taking Rumlow down we will have no one, no one, to take down,” he barks, “all these names are attached to each other in some way, and with the information Barnes has obtained if we can just bring him in, get him to comply we can shut them all down with just Rumlow alone – we can bring a stop to this detective.”
“But he knows me Fury, I’ve brought Rumlow in enough for him to recall my face, how exactly are you expecting me to infiltrate?”
Fury doesn’t answer as he turns to your door, taking a few steps to reach for the door handle, you watch as he works open your door, a familiar figure standing on the other end of it. “I’m sure formalities aren’t needed but detective y/n, this is detective Rogers – Rogers, y/n.”
Steve is offering you a warm smile before he’s crossing into your office, the door closing behind him. “Rogers here is very familiar with Barnes having spent months himself trying to find this ‘ghost’.” Your gaze falls to Steve who’s nodding his head as his lips part, “Barnes isn’t an easy man to track, on top of how well he has these hits planned he has his tracks hidden just as well, or at least till now.”
Your brow raises as Steve steps forward placing an open file on your desk, “I didn’t want to read too much into this, but like I said I’ve been tracking Barnes down for months trying to catch him before he can strike but I’ve always been a few steps short of him - until last week, I think he wants us to find him, I think this is a possible call for help.”
Your eyes take in the photo, “is this an address,” you question as you take in the warped letters in blacklight seemingly painted to a bathroom shower wall.”
“It is,” Rogers confirms, “looked up the location and it leads to a broken-down warehouse, and you know these guys and their warehouses – there’s always something more,” you finish for him.
“So what,” you question as you look up at him, “you really think this is the ‘ghosts’ way of asking for help? He hasn’t let you catch him before, so why would he now?”
“I had your same thoughts,” Steve replies, “the first thought that hit me was that it was a set-up, a possible trick to set me off his trail – but Barnes has never in any of the areas where I suspected him to be, left anything like this and I’ll scour the entire room to find a trace.”
Your eyes are leaving his to look back down at the file, mind racing. This could be it; you could put an end to every corrupt evil thing hiding in the shadows, though you know it wouldn’t be the last you see of them, but bringing Rumlow in could very well shut all this down for a long while.
Your eyes flicker to Fury’s, “If I agree to this, how are we getting me in,” you question, “Rumlow will know it’s me the second I get in.”
“Good thing you aren’t going in.”
Your brows furrow, “but Fury you just - how”
“We’re sending you after Barnes,” Steve cuts in, your eyes meet his watching as he leans forward to reveal another photo similar to the first, “he thinks I’m the one trailing, so he won’t be suspecting you, or at least that’s what we’re hoping, by also sending you in we hope we won’t be conveyed as a threat, and that he can trust us to help him take down Rumlow – but our way.”
Your office goes quite for a second before you’re speaking up, “I can be threatening you know,” and that draws a grin from the two men posted in front of you, “and we have no doubts about how threatening you can be detective,” Fury gets in, “but we need Barnes on our side, and in order to do that we need to try and talk him down, and we believe you to be the one to be able to do that.”
You mull over their words before you’re turning back to Steve asking the one question on your mind, “Rogers you say you’ve been trailing Barnes for months now, you don’t think he’s going to get thrown off seeing me come in, surely that’s gonna piss him off and make him run no?”
Just as Steve goes to speak Fury’s phone is going off, the two of you watching as your director reaches for the device in his jacket. He’s turning his back to you giving a greeting before he falls silent, he points a finger at the two of you before he’s making his way out of the office without a single word more.
It’s only when the door is closed behind him and it’s just you and Steve that the brunette is closing in on you in a rushed manner. “We don’t have much time,” he whispers as his eyes dart over his shoulder, “but he’ll be expecting you, he knows you’re coming.”
Your brows furrow, “what do you mean - Steve who knows I’m coming?”
Steve’s leaning further into your desk hands quick and quite as he lays a burner on your desk piled on a closed envelope. “Fury’s going to send you out, take one of the cars parked in the garage and go to the location he sends you, from there you’ll get more information.”
There’s a skip in your chest, “Steve what’s -” the door to your office is swinging open then, Steve sliding the envelope and phone into your hands, “take it,” he murmurs quietly.
“Y/n,” Fury calls voice booming, “I’ve been given a lead on Rumlow, I need you to go now.”
Your eyes are snapping to his, “a lead on Rumlow, but – now detective y/l/n.”
You know you can’t argue with the stern glare being directed at you, so you move quickly gathering all the files and burner that had been deposited onto your desk. The skip in your chest is now a fast flutter as you do one last sweep of your office before your following Fury and Rogers out of your office. Fury flanks off first as you move down the busy hallway.
Steve remains by your side as he seemingly guides you to the parking garage, taking you out of the offices side door exit fairly quickly. He leads you to the patrol car Fury has assigned you, opening the door for you letting you settle in.
“Rogers, seriously what’s going on,” you question as he leans to buckle you in, he tucks his head slightly voice barely above a whisper, “this runs deeper than we imagined y/n.” Your eyes are wide as he pulls away from you, “what does that mean,” you breathe.
You don’t get an answer as Steve closes your door for you, the words ‘start the car’ being mouthed from his lips, you listen, not knowing what else to do.
You’re then putting the car in drive as you pull out of the garage altogether, it’s when you’re exiting onto the busy streets of New York that the burner is buzzing in the passenger seat. You reach for it at a red-light finger flipping it open as you open the unknown numbers text.
“Go to the address Fury provided, open the envelope and go from there, when you arrive, he’ll be waiting – he’ll be able to explain more.”
A second text comes in just as the light turns green a car horn sounding from behind you.
— Summary: If religion was the safe haven where Bucky found reasons to be alive and see the good in this world again, loving you was where he found the freedom to be more than just expectations once again. Human emotion, connection and need more than anything else. Also, devotion. Bucky already understood that one, but with you, it reached heights he never dreamt of before.
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— Warning(s):This work is intended for 18+ audiences. Minors, DNI. Explicit depictions of sex. Religious theme. Smut. I do not allow for my work to be copied, translated, or reuploaded on any other platform.This whole monstrosity is @buckspumpkin ’s fault <3
From the moment he met her to the moment they befriended.
Every step of the way, every interaction, smile, deep conversation outside the church, random encounters in the city—Bucky knew it. He was aware of it, and yet, he did it anyway. He fell for the power in your voice, for the mind behind those eyes, for the soft and electrifying touch of your hands. Bucky was presented with temptation and he fought it until he longer wanted to. Until all that was left inside of him was desire, longing, and need. Temptation won, but only because there was no game anymore: Bucky was presented with you in his life, and for the first time in many long years, his life expanded once again.
From the moment Laura brought you to the Church’s congregation party for the holidays and introduced you, he knew he should stay away.
It was the eyes.
Laura pointed at you, and said, “Father, this is Y/n, my best friend who I’m always talking about.”
He had been polite back then. Bit down on his usual winning smile when meeting new people because something about the glint in your eyes hooked a piece of his chest when they met his.
Bucky had given you the polite smile, and said. “I’ve heard quite a lot about you. Nice to meet you, I’m Father James.”
He extended his hand, which you shook without breaking eye contact.
Then, you said: “Nice to meet you, Father,” and Bucky’s insides burned despite the cold weather surrounding him.
That day, he couldn’t escape fast enough.
You were a friend of one of his congregates, so there was no way he could be rude, but every time he glanced in the direction where you were, talking and smiling with other people who frequented the church, your eyes met his and Bucky felt like a deer caught in the headlines.
An animal in the jungle, like one of his favorite documentaries—he suddenly understood the prey when they felt the eyes of tigers and lions on them.
Frozen.
Bucky’s throat felt dry every time you did it. You looked at him over the rim of your cup, and it was like your eyes searched for something, and they could see beyond his cassock and coat.
Whatever you were looking for, Bucky wanted no part in helping you find out.
She’ll be gone by the end of the day, he thought all night long. There’s no need to worry.
If only he knew.
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It was a fun discovery to learn that while you believed in nothing, you believed in everything at the same time.
It took Bucky three months of meeting you outside the Church when you picked up Laura from the masses and having brief, but sweet exchanges with you to accept the fact that you were a really nice person.
Funny, intelligent, sweet.
He stopped escaping whenever you were around. Stopped running away whenever Laura brought you by force to one of the fairs or events, and surrendered with ease to the reality of it all: apart from your non-belief, you seemed like someone he’d be close friends with.
Which is where you two ended up after he found you drunk at the city square and walked you home.
That was the first conversation ice-breaker. And from then on, Bucky simply accepted you.
Which meant you know popped up outside the church with good beer and the newest thing you were reading about regarding space to talk to him.
For those visits, you usually showed up at the end of the day, after your work hours. You stayed for a couple of hours talking to him about nonsensical things until a real topic was approached and you two shared things that Bucky forgot he thought about sometimes.
“You know, these are starting to feel like my own confessional,” he offered.
You chuckled, hiding behind your beer. He still saw the way your nose scrunched. “I don’t know if that’s supposed to be a compliment or not.”
“It is!” He laughed. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Why wouldn’t—Father. C'mon. Those things are creepy as hell.”
“First of all: blasphemy. Second of all—stop laughing, I’m serious. That was very blasphemous.” He adored listening to your silly laughter. “And second of all: they are not creepy. They’re just… methodic.”
“Yeah, the method being ‘scare people until they talk’. I’ll give it to the Church: clever, at least.”
He’s thinking about that day and the things you said about the hour of Twilight when he hears the doorbell.
Bucky halts everything he’s doing.
It couldn’t be you.
He looks at the clock—00:52.
Fuck.
What were you doing here?
This week had been hell, both figuratively and literally.
The tragedy that happened in the city and the heartache that followed everyone like a dark cloud ended up inside his church, as darkness usually does. It’s where it goes to be diluted, but being the tool of change as he is, Bucky’s the one who ends up feeling like a truck ran over his back.
Itcouldn’t be you.
Bucky heard from Laura about how pissed off you were about everything. 'Religious people and their ways of meddling in people’s lives and their bodies and their ways of handling life’, as you claimed, and everything wrong attached to it.
He hadn’t seen you around the city all week long.
“James Buchanan!”
That is definitely your voice.
Bucky swears under his breath, puts on the first hoodie he sees, and doesn’t even bother checking on his reflection to know he looks like shit.
He’s tipsy and tired, and there’s no need to bother putting out his tobacco before he goes downstairs to open the back door for you.
Out of all the people who could see him in this state, you’d be the last one to judge him.
When he opens the door, he sees you’re on the same boat as he is.
Tired, and trying to cope.
He sighs, opening the door wider. “Thought you had eloped town by now.”
“I unfortunately am stuck to this hell hole.”
Turning around, he sees you taking off your boots and placing them on the shoe rack.
“Put on a slipper, it’s still wet outside,” he tells you. “I was going to bed.”
Behind him, he hears the sound of you scoffing. “No, you weren’t.”
“Yes, I was,” he argues.
What follows is silence, and Bucky sighs. You know him too well.
He opens the door that leads to his small herbs garden outside where two chairs are already placed next to each other and waits for you to make yourself at home.
He wonders if it’s one of thosedays.
“You know… you’re really nice to talk to, Father James.”
He kind of hated when you called him that. It felt teasing. Laced in the taste of wine.
“Do you?”
“I do. You don’t shy away from answering questions. People nowadays don’t wanna have conversations. It’s exhausting. You, though—you… think about it. Answer me. I can talk without feeling like I’m being judged—”
“Oh, sometimes you definitely are.”
He likes your laughter. The more it sounds like this—free and caught off guard, the more delicious it is.
“I’ll take your word for it.That was just me wanting to thank you for being a nice ear, I guess.”
“The same goes for you.”
It’s becoming more and more common for Bucky to be stuck in a memory of you before reality calls him back to the moment.
The door clicks behind him and he looks over his shoulder to see you holding two beers, a cigarette in one hand, and the tiredness in your shoulders.
Dropping your body to the chair next to his, you hand him the beer and then light up your cigarette.
For a while, all you two do is sit there sharing sips of your drinks and looking at the brick wall ahead of you. Bucky’s hyper-aware of you and your movements, as always, and notices from the corner of his eyes when you start distracting yourself with the new flowers in his garden.
It’s when he sees a single tear running down your cheek that his body comes alive.
Bucky feels alert in a second.
Sick to his stomach.
He wants to reach out and clean the tear from your cheek, but it wouldn’t take away the pain that let it fall.
He waits, though, because he knows you wouldn’t be here unless you wanted to talk about it.
Then it hits him—she trusts me.
He has to swallow that pill down with large gulps because it would get stuck in his throat otherwise.
He remembers as clear as day hearing you say how hard it was for you to trust people. To let people in.
“Sometimes, I barely want most people in this town to know I’m a human being. The less they see of me the better, you know? They’re just—fucking vultures. Waiting for a sign of weakness to start roaming your body and getting to pick it apart.”
Through the sips of his beer, Bucky wonders how many people have seen you cry other than him.
You clear his throat next to him, and all thoughts are vacant from his mind.
He turns his head to you, attention solely focused.
“Did you do a mass?” You ask, voice rough as sandpaper.
You’re questioning whether the people who died got a mass this week. Bucky has to breathe through the ’why do you ask, why, but WHY’ and simply answers. “I did, yeah.”
You nod, sniffle and clear your face in your sleeve. “Cool. That’s good.”
Bucky feels he’ll puke if he doesn’t get a little more than that, so he takes a deep breath and reminds himself that he can be brave. “There’ll be a lantern reunion at the lake.”
You turn to him, eyes red and vulnerable, and Bucky has to grip tighter on the can to stop himself from cleaning your tear-stained cheeks once again. “A what?”
“A lantern reunion. It was Laura’s idea, actually,” your friend was a blessing to his congregation, and it made Bucky smile a little to think so. “People from the congregation will go in a fortnight to the city lake a little further in the mountains and light up little candles in their names. Push it into the lake as sort of a goodbye and a desire for good passage.”
“Into heaven?” you ask, smiling sarcastically.
Bucky’s gotten so used to it that it doesn’t even rattle him anymore.
“Into anywhere,” he answers.
The sarcasm drops from your face like rain does out of nowhere from the sky, and you sigh. “That’s nice.”
“Is it?”
“It is.” You take a sip, and Bucky feels it in his chest the blow before it comes. “Naya would’ve loved it. Probably reminded her of Tangled or something like that.”
The name hits clear as day as part of the list Bucky read on Sunday.
“Was she a friend?” He asks.
You shake your head. “Goddaughter.”
Your jawline is sharper than ever before. Razor-sharp. Bucky realizes when he pays attention to more than just your eyes, the usual lovely, deep, and telling eyes, that the rest of your face lacks any of your kindness and softness—you’re angry. Properly raging, he imagines.
It’s the first time he’s seen the emotion on you, and it rattles something in the attics of Bucky’s brain.
Ghosts of his past, of guns, violence, and the range that humans could go to.
“Tell me about her,” the words fall from his lips, and Bucky feels like prey once more when your eyes snap back to him. “If you want to, of course. I—I’d like to hear it.”
For a moment, you only watch him, eyes searching all over his face.
“Why?” You ask.
Bucky shrugs his shoulder, sipping a little more. “Because… offering my condolences won’t do any good, although you do have them. And talking about the occurrence serves no purpose, either.” Both of those options are weak at best. “Hearing about who your goddaughter was, on the other hand, sounds nice.” He wonders how close you two were. Was she the daughter of a best friend? Bucky knew you had no sisters. “D'you have sisters?” He asks to confirm. “I thought you didn’t.”
The ghost of a real smile appears on your face. “I don’t.”
“Right.”
“She's—was… she was my best friend’s daughter. Hugh.” The smile turns more real than ghost-like. “He and I have been friends since middle school.”
Wow. That’s longer than Bucky’s been in this town. “That is a long time.”
“Notthat long, c'mon Father. Don’t call me old.”
Bucky laughs. “You’re not a sweet summer child, that’s for sure.”
“Wow!” You say, joining him in laughter.
“Your generation is a mystery to me, I’ll tell you that.”
“Ugh—there you go again with 'your generation’. You’re not that much older than me, Father,” you give him a pointed look.
Bucky hums. “I beg to differ. There’s more than a decade bridging this,” he gestures between you and him.
“Fine,old man. Whatever you say,” you chuckle, and sip the rest of your beer, crushing the can in your hands. “Anyway. Hugh’s not usually here—he works two towns over most of the time.”
“Is he married?” He asks out of curiosity.
You shake your head. “Nope. Naya’s mom was a fling.”
“Got it.” From that, he deduced you had a lot to do with the girl while growing up. “Was she a lot like you?”
You laugh. “A mix of Hugh and me, yeah. I spoiled her quite a lot.”
Bucky smiles. “Tell me more.”
And you do.
Bucky listens to you tell him about Naya, and she comes to life inside his mind.
He saw the picture of everyone involved, but now he can see the glint she had in her eyes, the quirks you mention, the passions in her heart.
He does his best to stay present in the conversation, letting go of any pain related to the tragedy in order to give you a good ear as you mentioned he has.
It hurts almost as much as if he was thinking about it all.
The oscillations in your smile between heartbroken and sad, and heartfelt. He feels the changes like shrapnel under his skin.
After a few more beers, the talk changes every now and then. From kids to raising them without parents, to the dangers surrounding newer generations—like always, talking to you is a rollercoaster of topics, and Bucky thinks he’s done a good job of taking your mind out of the dark places it was.
Until you stop, look at the wall in front of you again, and the tears start streaming down again.
Bucky’s heart breaks all over the wet ground, getting dirt all over the pieces.
He’s closing the distance between your bodies before he thinks better of it.
His arms wrap around your shoulders and you bury your face in his chest, letting go of your pain in the safe space of his arms.
Bucky lets you cry for as long as you need to, and when the quiet sobs diminish to only your sniffling, he still holds you close.
“I feel… like barbed wire. I don’t know.” Your voice is thick with emotion, and Bucky squeezes around you subconsciously. “There’s so much rage inside me, Buck.”
“That’s okay. It’s the normal thing to fill you.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you knew all the things I’m thinking. I—I’m not the best person ever, but the things I’d do right now…”
Bucky shakes his head. You’re human, he thinks. “You’re a good person even with those thoughts.”
“You don’t know that,” you argued.
“I do, though,” Bucky counters. “All the things you want are a response, not an initiative. That’s how I know.”
At that, you stay in silence. Bucky feels you moving your head—before, you had your forehead resting against his chest, but now you move your head to the side and lay your cheeks against him, making yourself comfortable.
“You’d judge me, though,” your voice is barely above a whisper. “They’re horrible things.”
Bucky scoffs. “I’ve done my fair share of horrible things in life, Y/n. I’ll never be in any position to truly judge someone else,” he tells you.
Then it hits him—I trust her too.
“I don’t believe that,” you whisper.
“It’s the truth.” Bucky’s past is his own, but he allows you to have this. “I was a tool for a long time, one that did many wrong things. I hardly think that you wanting to kill the people who did this with your bare hands is something so atrocious.”
“I’d think you’d judge upon murder, Father.”
“Not my place to do so,” and if he was being honest with himself, never would be. The things he believed in were symbolic.
“Is this what a confessional feels like?” you ask with a chuckle.
Bucky rests his head on top of yours. “It’s the idea.”
“I like it. It’s not so bad.” You take a deep breath, and Bucky feels it.
I like it too, he thinks. Why does it feel mutual?
“D'you want some food?” he asks. He needs something to do with his hands that doesn’t involve holding you.
It takes you a moment to answer. “Sure.” You pull your head back a few inches to look up at him, and the smile he sees in your eyes takes his breath away. “Thanks, Father.”
This feels as holy as any of my prayers.
Bucky feels dizzy.
“Thanks for trusting me,” he answers, and then lets you go. His arms feel empty and cold the minute they leave your frame. “C'mon. I’ll make us sandwiches.”
“That’s not food,” you argue behind him.
“It is in this house,” he rolls his eyes, knowing you’re just doing it to tease him. “Ungrateful youth, I swear.”
“I’m not being ungrateful, I’m being factual. You know, back during the Roman Empire in Grece, they…”
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The night of grief changes nothing and everything at the same time.
Bucky knew you were a person beneath all the exterior of perfection, but it takes seeing you cry for him to realize why he deemed everything he saw to be that way—he saw beauty even in your imperfections. He met you by chance, befriended you by fate, and because the Universe wrote you and him to be this way, something about your existence read as beautiful from top to bottom. Breathtaking. It never occurred to him that he’d find something else to look at and see unadulterated and raw light, but there you were. Whether it was talking to friends, working, running past him at eight in the morning, or crying in his arms, the aura around you glowed in holy light, and Bucky had only one night of absolute existential crisis before acceptance washed over him.
He might have found his peace in god, but the god he believed in never excluded the Nirvana existing in love.
Accepting things as they were hurt much less.
Everything about him felt holy.
The whole month you stayed away from him, that’s all you could think about.
Bucky felt holy. His blue eyes on you, the gentleness in his words, and the shy cocking of his neck whenever he was under the light of a compliment—holy, holy, holy.
That’s why you hated how much you desired to corrupt all the purity within every thought permeated by him.
It made you a little sick at first. Desiring him and still talking to him normally as if you didn’t touch yourself to thoughts of Bucky fucking you and stretching you around his cock while filth dripping from his lips was a hard task, but no one could say you were one to shy away from a challenge.
All of that goes away when he cooks for you.
Theshame in wanting him.
From that day on, you allow your mind to drift wherever it pleases.
To his words, his eyes, his lips, the feeling of how strong his arms were — how did I miss that, what is that damn black thing hiding, why does it feel so warm and firm, oh my god — and anything in between. His voice. The way he curses under his breath as if Jesus is not listening if he talks low enough. How much lower his voice can go.
Letting all those thoughts roam free is both a blessing and a curse.
When you see him the day following a dream where Bucky did all the things your mind wanted him to and a bit more, you realize where the curse part walks in.
It’shard looking him in the eye when you have vivid images of his hand gripping your neck. It’s sad that all you have is images, but they’re more than enough to make you take a step back every now and then.
You can’t get wet if you don’t get a whiff of his perfume.
Can’t feel embarrassed and hot all over if he doesn’t make one of his silly jokes under his breath.
It takes you a few weeks of escaping him here and there before you receive it, at 11:50 pm on a Monday night:
What would you say if I told you I need my confessional bubble?
The message stares at you, and you stare back.
The feeling of his hug around you comes to you like the scent of someone being dragged by the wind.
Where are you?
The church. I was organizing some stuff. Come over?
Not one to say no to him, you drive there with your heart beating in your palms and the familiar knot on your throat of someone haunted by their own thoughts.
At the church, you find Bucky with a glass in his hands and all the pictures and remains of the shrines packed in one corner.
“Evening, Father.”
Bucky turns around sharply, and you see that he’s not drunk nor tipsy yet. His look is sober, and his eyes lighten in color when they see you.
“Hey.” He points to the stuff on the floor. “I’m gonna put this in the back. I’ll be back in a minute—you’re very fast. How fast did you drive?”
Probablytoo fast because I was anxious. “Maybe you’re just slow, Father James.”
Bucky’s eyes narrow, and your mind goes oh-oh. He looks at you with narrowing eyes, but then the mirth is back on his face. “Ha ha.” He picks up the boxes. “I’ll be back.”
“Won’t I burn in your absence?” You call after him, trying to contain your smile.
Bucky looks over his shoulder just so you can see him rolling his eyes.
You chuckle. Was there even a need to be nervous?
This is Bucky.
James.Father James. He’s a good guy, and a great friend, and a pretty funny person for someone who is so mysterious.
In his absence, you start walking aimlessly through the church.
You’re here very rarely. Paying attention to the details of it is not the first thing in your mind but, with nothing to do, you notice all the beauty in the place: the colorful glasses, how polished and shiny the wood benches and every other wood surface looks, and then it catches your eyes.
On the far right corner, close to the altar, there it is.
The confessional.
You’re walking to it before you notice what you’re doing.
It’s bigger than you expected.
Your hand comes up to touch the wood and its patterns—the velvet drape which closes one of the sides is blood red, and you raise both eyebrows at it.
Gorgeous.
The other side is closed with a wooden door, though. You imagine it’s where the priest enters, and because you’re friends with the one who runs this church, you let yourself in.
The space is big enough to fit two adults if they’re squeezed close together.
You take a seat, looking over the side where you can see very little from the open spots in the wood.
Then, you hear his footsteps coming back out there.
“Y/n?” He calls out, sounding confused.
You think about coming out, but then…
Confessional bubble.
You open the door minimally, put only your hand outside, and wave. “Here,” you singsong.
There’s a second of silence in which you wonder if Bucky is genuinely offended for the first time about something you’re doing, but then you hear his laughter approaching.
You hear his body passing through the drapes and sitting next to you.
“Not where I’d expect to find you,” he says from the other side.
It’s with the first sentence that you realize what a terrible, miscalculated, poor idea this was.
Your senses go from 0 to 100 in a second. They’re all tunneled to his voice, and you can smell his perfume permeating the small space.
“Y/n?”
“I was curious,” you answer. Your voice is low, and you swallow down the nervousness. It should be fine. What could go wrong? “Plus… this seems like a cool bubble.”
“I told you it was, you never trusted me in that,” he answers.
You chuckle. “I didn’t know about all the velvet.” And the stripping of your senses. God, I feel dizzy.
“It’s charming, isn’t it?”
You are, your traitorous mind replies. “Yup.” You take a deep through your mouth and let it out slowly. “What was in your mind, young padawan?”
Bucky laughs. “Wrong religion.”
“Right, my bad—what’s in your mind, my sheep?”
“You’re not so bad at this.”
“And you’re great at deflecting,” you bite back, smiling already. Your body relaxes on its seat, and you start picking on your t-shirt. “I thought you wanted to talk.”
“I did.” Bucky hums. “Didn’t think you wanted to, though.”
What?“What?”
“I was gonna ask you to go grab a bite with me so I could hear how you’ve been doing these past couple of weeks. I haven’t seen much of you,” his voice sounds a little small, and you hate yourself for a second. “I imagine you’re busy.”
Does trying to get rid of thoughts of you naked count as busy?
You bite your bottom lip nervously. “Not that busy,” you reply. “Just… processing.”
“Right. I thought about that too,” he says. Bucky takes a deep breath and you can hear that too. “I just… missed your company.”
You smile at that. “Awn. Thanks, Buck. I missed you too.”
“Did you?”
“Of course,” you say. “You know I like company better than most. More than, like, 99% of this town, for sure.”
“I’m flattered,” he chuckles. “I thought I did something wrong, that’s all. I—you’d tell me if I had, right?”
That ties knots inside your brain. Your neurons seem to clash with each other, and you look from side to side trying to find out if that was a joke.
“What could you possibly have done to me?” You ask with laughter.
“Dunno.” Bucky seems to be thinking, so you wait. “I can be annoying sometimes.”
“Have you met me?”
He laughs again. “You’re peculiar.”
“Most people go for 'annoying’.”
“Most people are pussies,” he replies back so quickly that you burst out laughing.
“Father James!” You tell him in a reprehending tone. “This is not the place for such language.”
“I think you’ll find out that we’re in the only place of holy grounds where you can say whatever the fuck you want,” he chuckles.
“Is that so?”
You can almost see him shrugging his shoulders. “It’s how I always felt.”
“Cool. This is the blind spot, then?”
“Exactly.” Bucky seems to be tapping on the wood, and you recognize his nervous tick. “Maybe you can use the blind spot to tell me why you’ve been avoiding me, then.”
Shit.
The silence is as much of a confession as you trying to play it dumb would be.
“Y/n…”
You hate how he makes your name sounds like a plea.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you tell him. “I swear.”
There’s a heartbeat of silence, and Bucky seems to believe you. “Okay.” The sound of a thud tells you he rested his head against the wall at the back, and you do the same. “So… did something happen? To you, I mean.”
Yeah, you did.
Thinking that’s not the reply he wants, you hum thoughtfully. “I’m… trying to work with life’s limitations.”
There’s another moment of quiet, and then Bucky snorts. “That was vague as shit, Y/n.”
“It’s the truth!” you laugh.
“I know it is, but it doesn’t explain anything,” he counters. “What limitations?”
How do I answer this? How do I tell him it’s him without putting him under the spotlight? I don’t wanna lose you, Bucky. I like what we have. I like this.
You like him.
“No judgments. Remember?” He asks.
Fuck. Fine, here goes nothing, you think. “I… have been thinking a lot. About someone. In ways that I’m not sure this person would want me to.”
Out of all the silences, this is the heaviest one.
You hear him breathing in deep, and it feels like his body has strings attached to yours.
“You’re insecure about having… feelings for this person?” His voice is rough. Carefully curated out of any emotions.
You realize you’re speaking to Father James rather than Bucky.
“Kinda,” you reply, surprised that you don’t care about the switch in roles.
“Why would they be bothered?”
The million-dollar questions.
Your palms are sweating. Your body has the low humming of when blood is pumping everywhere at a higher speed, and all the anxiety you had when you first saw his message rushes back.
“'Cause I’m pretty sure they’d view it as… something bad,” you reply.
“Feelings are never bad.”
“No?”
“No. They’re natural. The person might not want them, but if they view them as bad, that means they’re not worthy of it.”
“No—what I meant is—maybe they would feel bad about being on the receiving end of it.”
“Again, that makes no sense. Why would they be offended by it?”
“I don’t know. 'Cause they don’t want me?”
“That’s their loss. Still doesn’t mean your feelings are bad. They could be unreciprocated, but never bad.”
“Maybe that’s what I’m scared of,” you confess. Fuck, this thing works. “I don’t wanna face the fact that it could never be mutual.”
“Thatis scary,” he whispers. You still hear it.
“Yeah.”
“You’ll never know, though. Unless you tell them, you can’t know if it is or not.”
You laugh, humorlessly. “I don’t think I need to. Not for this.”
“Why not?” asks Bucky.
“Because the chances of him wanting me or anything are slim to none.”
“I find that hard to be true, Y/n.”
“What percentage of priests lead a personal life outside their calling, Father James?”
The question comes out breathless and it finishes the job of setting your body on fire.
On the other side, the silence is deafening. You can’t see him, but your mind paints the picture easily: Bucky standing there, frozen in his spot as the realization dawns on him.
Then, his reply comes and what was left of your body turns to dust.
“A low percentage. But some of us do.”
You have to bite your bottom lip to swallow a whine. His name still comes out. “Bucky.”
“You’ve been thinking about me all this time and you thought I would be upset about it?” He sounds breathless. Your body is not only alive now, but it’s also starting to respond to the drop in his voice.
“They’re not very holy thoughts,” you chuckle humorlessly.
“Tell me.”
Two words and your legs constrict against one another. Your core feels like a furnace, heating up more and more by the second.
“I… are you serious?”
“Very.” Bucky sounds as affected as you. “Tell me what thoughts were so bad they drove you away from me.”
“I… I had dreams.” You want to touch yourself so badly that you start squirming in your seat. “About you.”
All he does is hum in reply.
“You kissed me. And then… you told me I was going to accept all that you wanted to give me. And I said yes. So you started to get… more—of me. You took off my clothes. And said you needed to let out some… steam. To let out some things that have been inside of you.”
There, your words were cut short.
The images of Bucky kneeling in front of you and eating you out like he never had a meal before in his life.
“Go on,” his voice breaks through the smoke.
It sounds like an order.
Your body shudders, and you try to grip on reality before the dreams take over. “You ate me out.” The whisper sounds louder than any of his sermons you had the pleasure of hearing. “And…” I can’t say it. I can’t. You can feel the wetness dripping to your panties, and you have to sit on top of your hands to stop them from starting to roam your body.
“Finish it.”
Where did he learn to command people like that?
“I asked to do the same.” How could you not? All you wanted was to choke on the weight of Bucky on your tongue. “And then you fucked me. Slowly. And… kept telling me about how long it had been. How good it felt to stretch me out.” Why am I going into details? You whimper. “Bucky.”
“Is that why you were away? You dreamt about me being inside of you and that’s it—your brain stopped working around me?”
“I got off to those dreams too many times to not think about them when I saw you.”
“Fuck.” Bucky must move next to you because you hear the sound of his clothes ruffling. “You touched yourself thinking about them?”
“Yeah.”
You hear his breath intake, and the next sound drops your heart to your feet.
Bucky gets up, the drapes ruffle and then, the door of the confessional is opening.
The sight of Bucky standing tall over you with his black t-shirt tucked inside his pants and the tent of his dick straining against his slacks makes your mouth dry before it starts to water.
“Show me,” says Bucky. Then he drops to his knees in front of you, reaches both hands to your knees, and places them there. He looks up into your eyes to ask, “Can I?” and you nod, dumbly and shaking, as Bucky spreads your knees open. You’re wearing loose pants, and his hands go further up to their hem so he can pull them down.
Allowing him to leave you in nothing but your panties feels like a fever dream.
With your pants pooling in your ankles, Bucky lets hands drag on the skin of your legs and thighs.
“You’re right,” he says. “It’s been years.” His hands reach your waist, and your shaking comes to a halt with the firmness that they touch your pelvis bones. “And yet, I think I’ve thought more about pleasure and connection these past months than I did my whole life.” Bucky moves his body closer until he’s nestled between your legs, and when his head inches closer to your cunt you realize what he’s about to do, whining at the thought. “I dreamt about this, too.”
He presses his nose on the hood of your pussy, inhaling deeply and making your legs turn from solid to liquid.
Bucky runs his nose there, and when he hums against your core, you feel it inside of you. “You smell so fucking good, dove.”
“Oh,god.”
Bucky gropes your ass and shakes his head. “No. Forgot my name already?”
“James, please. Please,” you whine, your legs coming up to his shoulders.
He lets you, helping your legs to secure around his neck, and when you look down and see he’s smiling, you know you’re fucked.
“It’s been a while, so let me take my time. I think I still remember how to do this,” Bucky says.
Then, he pushes your panties to the side and groans out loud.
“So fucking wet for me. Shit.” He pushes his nose again, getting it wet with your slick. “Fuck,” he dives in.
Bucky’s tongue gives gentle licks against your clit, as if savoring it first.
When he feels your legs spreading wider and he has more room to work with, he truly starts his job. His tongue licks on your folds, then dips from the bottom all the way up, licking a stripe across your cunt before his mouth attaches itself to your clit.
Bucky sucks on the hard nub with his tongue, alternating between slow and hard-pressured jabs to quick flicks of his tongue from side to side.
Your hands are covering your mouth to stop the screams from coming out.
He slurps on the slick and the more the works his tongue on your clit and then pushes down to your open cunt, the wetter you get.
Time ceases to exist with Bucky knelt between your legs.
He goes slow, then fast, then very slow just to hear your whines getting louder. He laughs in your pussy, and the vibrations crawl up inside of you.
At one point he looks up and with a hard grope on the back of your thighs gets your attention on him again.
His beard is glistening, wet. He’s smiling like he’s seeing something funny for the first time in ages, and when he asks, “Do you like penetration?” as if he doesn’t know the answer, you feel like crying.
“Please.”
He takes pity on you. “It’s okay, dove.” Bucky’s right hand leaves your legs and his fingers join his mouth between your legs. He coats his fingers in your slick before he pushes the middle one all the way in, slowly at first, then he removes it all the way and pushes back in with his tongue.
“Bucky!”
“Hmhm,” he hums against your pussy. “Is this what you dreamt of, dove?” He asks before latching onto you again and sucking on your clit like it’s a lollipop.
The coil in your lower stomach seems like a rubber band ready to snap, but you need more.
“Bucky. Bucky,” you call.
“Hm?”
“I wanna cum with you inside me. Please?”
Bucky’s hand squeezes involuntarily on your leg. He looks up and kisses your inner thigh. “You do?”
“Please.”
“Will you let me take you for a bite afterward since I couldn’t help myself and I’m doing everything backward?” He asks, already getting up.
You nod a bit desperately. “I’ll let you bite anything, just—please.”
He laughs. “Get up.”
You do, and it’s a tight squeeze to switch places with him, but you two manage. Bucky sits on the place you sat and unbuttons his pants, pulling out his cock from the confine of his briefs.
You step out of your pants and sit on his lap, trying to keep all the feelings daring to pool out inside while you feel like everything about you is already stripped bare in front of him.
“You sure you want this, yeah?” I asked.
At that moment, Bucky pulls you close by his waist. It’s almost easy (keyword being almost) to ignore the outline of his hard cock between your legs when he’s holding your face like this.
There’s barely any light illuminating the inside of the confessional, but there is enough for you to see him glowing. Glistening. Smiling like he’s watching something unfold.
He holds your face in his hand and pulls you in for a kiss.
I hadn’t kissed him yet.
Bucky kisses you with slow, soft tenderness at first.
It’s almost his way of saying he means everything—he means this, and he means what he said about being a part of the cleric who still allows themselves to have a life outside their work.
When his tongue opens up your mouth sinfully, that’s when you feel him twitch underneath you.
His arm around your waist pulls you even closer, and you get him. You’d want to merge with him right now if you could.
“Put me inside you,” he pulls back his face only a few inches to say those words, then dives in for another kiss.
Your mind is too dizzy with everything that is James to do anything but obey.
You reach beneath you to hold his cock in your hands and guide it to your entrance.
Perhaps you should care that none of you discussed the important things you should have before you let him inside you, raw and deep like this, but all you want is this:
Feeling him stretch you out.
When his tips fit and you can let go, both of you groan at the same time. He’s big.
He’s thick, and he’s leaking, and when the tip pushes in, gliding easy with how wet you are, you have to pull back from his kiss so you can breathe.
Bucky groans louder and hides his face in the crook of your shoulder.
“You’re big,” you whisper, sliding down further until he’s bottomed out. “Oh my…” can’t call out for Jesus, but you’re still shaking and finding a new reason to worship right there and then. You might be drunk on desire, or drunk on how high Bucky made you by eating you out, or how close you were to cumming before he made you get up. Maybe all of the above. “Father James—feels so good.”
The slap comes as a surprise, but the sting and your scream are both pleasurable.
“Don’t call me that again,” he growls. He bites your neck, and moves his hip for the first time.
“Why not,” you whine. It feels so good. You feel so full. “Feel so full, Bucky.”
“I know, dove.” He bucks his hip upwards, thrusting deep and slow. “You’re so fucking tight,” his voice is strained, and you pull his face back to yours, cupping his neck. With his eyes on yours, Bucky’s face softens. “Feels good?” He asks with another pointed thurst.
You nod, riding him in the same rhythm as his thrusts. “Hmhm.”
“You look beautiful on top of me,” he mutters, kissing your chin, you cheeks, and your eyelids, each kiss pointed with another deep thrust.
“We’re gonna do this again, right?”
Bucky hums, and thrusts harder. FUCK.
“Ah, there it is,” he mutters, as if talking to himself. “Was looking for that.” He thrusts again, confirming to see if he’s found your g spot. The way you clench and moan his name are enough of an answer. “We’ll do this many more times. I just—need—fuck, need to do this proper.” Bucky pins your hips in place and takes over the movements. “Shouldn’t be fucking you, dove. Not here, not like this.”
“I’mso fucking wet, Buck,” you cry. “You wouldn’t let me go home to get off thinkin'—oh—about you—fuck, right there;”
“I wouldn’t?”
“Bucky.” It’s louder than before. Both a moan and a prayer.
His thrusts become more erratic, and Bucky’s own moans and prayers start sounding much like yours.
So tight, dove. Fucking made for me. Stop clenching your pussy, Y/n, fuck. I’m gonna fill you up, d'you want that? Hm?
“Don’t pull out,” you whine.
“No?”
“No.” You shake your head. He should, your mind says. I don’t care, your body responds, hips going harder to meet his harsh thrusts.
“Want to feel me leaking out of you?”
Fucking hell. Where was this holy mouth hidden? “Yes!”
“Say it,” Bucky’s grunting, and his forehead is sparkling with sweat, and you feel the sweat dripping down your back.
“Wanna feel you dripping out of me, Buck.”
“Fucking—Y/n, I’m gonna cum. Are you close, dove?” He holds you by the neck, and brings your mouth to his. “Tell me how to make you cum. Tell me.”
“Hard. Deep.”
Bucky’s a good listener anywhere. He pins your hip in one place, buries himself as deep as he can go inside of you and mutters about how good it is to feel your cunt stretching out around his cock, then pistons his hips in place just like that, hitting that spot inside of you so mercilessly that you’re excused to scream as much as you do.
When you yell that you’re gonna cum, all he says is, “Please. Please, dove. Show me. Cum for me. Cum only for me, Y/n.”
With another scream that leaves your throat aching, you feel your walls convulsing and your legs shaking as an orgasm knocks you out.
Bucky cums by muffling his own screams in your neck, and you feel the warmth of him spilling inside of you.
If there were any ways for you to not surrender and devote to him, they’re all burned and gone.
This feels like the beginning of all things holy for you.
Pairing: WS!Bucky x Reader (musician) Rating:Teen for now, Explicit later Tags/Warnings: canon-typical violence, canon-divergent, angst, fluff, music soothes the soul y’all, so many other tags to come Summary: You happen to get caught in the Winter Soldier’s attack one day, but you don’t expect to ever see him again. You definitely don’t expect him to show up at your home, bleeding. You definitely, definitely don’t expect to want to go on the run with him.
♬ ♪ ♫ You pick me up when I feel down No matter how deep in the night I got your back when we go out You know I’m always on your side We don’t need money to feel good ‘Cause you’re the ridе or die, the rest of my lifе Don’t need a party to feel high We’re like the modern version of Bonnie and Clyde ♬ ♪ ♫
You pull your baseball cap lower, even though they’re not looking for you, and you stay close to Bucky’s side at all times. Bucky had insisted on that, for safety, unless they were made - then he ordered you to run.
(“I’m not leaving you!”
“I’ll find you. I promise.”)
Your first stop was Australia, and you spend most of the ship ride asleep on Bucky’s shoulder. It turns out Bucky had retrieved his only belongings (his dog tags) and what he thought he needed from HYDRA (money and weapons). It was a lot of money to be carrying around.
While it was obvious from your accents that you weren’t from around there, the country was welcoming to tourists. In fact, you’d met a ton of people just packing up from their summer vacation or here temporarily. Bucky doesn’t stop looking over his shoulder, doubting himself already. HYDRA has agents everywhere. So does SHIELD. Why did I bring her into this?!
The heart of the city feels a bit too crowded so you both make your way eastward and southward, jumping between motels, until the noise is no longer constant and Bucky can sort of breathe.
The apartment you snagged in New South Wales was for one month and already furnished, so you tried to get Bucky to relax. He taped newspapers up on the windows. You don’t call him crazy or paranoid, just took the tape roll from him and ripped the pieces, handing home each one so he could focus on the paper. It made him feel safer, that’s what mattered. You catch him pacing a few times, patrolling, eyes always flickering here and there when his enhanced hearing picks up on something.
He doesn’t speak, not really. You’re not sure he spoke at all the first day but sometimes you get to ask him questions and he answers. Short, but still. You work on it.
You write in your notebook, like a journal, to catalogue the events of your travels. Technically you were aiding a fugitive and not on a vacation by any means, but it didn’t feel that way to you sometimes. You catch Bucky watching you sometimes, and think, maybe it’d be nice to have him write his thoughts down as well, especially when he tries to open up to you, but shuts down. You don’t pry, because you know he’s trying. Gently, you tell him some of the files were leaked online, but you don’t say what because he doesn’t ask. You suspect that SHIELD had been infiltrated long, long ago - how else would they know exactly how to thaw out Captain America would? Bucky seems to think about this for a while.
You decide to get a Polaroid camera, nothing digital as per Bucky’s instructions, and also find a notebook for Bucky. You take a picture of the beachside to tape it into your journal cover, and pick up a newspaper like Bucky asked. Bucky is sitting on the couch, which he’d arranged to have against the wall.
“I got something for you,” you said as you rummage through your bag for his notebook. “I thought maybe you could use it to write your thoughts down, help organize things for you. I know sometimes you don’t feel comfortable enough telling me everything and that’s okay. But this could maybe help you get some of it off your chest?”
He looks between the notebook and you, face softens a little.
“Thank you,” he says before pulling you into his lap and there’s no resistance from you at all. He spends a few moments with his ear pressed to your chest, and you let him hear how your heart beats for him.
He finally does settle, somewhat, and it becomes so domestic, so quickly. Since you weren’t the one they were looking for, you did all the shopping, though you tried to get at least 4-5 days worth at a time so you didn’t have to leave too much. When you came home, Bucky would help you put the groceries away, and he’d read the paper you picked up so he could be up to date with world affairs and you’d both prepare dinner together. His skills with a knife were indisputable, and somehow translated into chopping vegetables perfectly. He’s now got a bit of a beard going, and while you miss that defined jaw of his, you have to admit it works well for his cover. At least he’s good about trimming it regularly.
At night, he would go on a (very) long run, to burn his excess energy and keep in shape, and when he came back, shirt sticking to his chest with sweat and breathing heavy, you did your best not to get yearn for something he wasn’t looking for.
When he did his millions of sit-ups and push-ups, you would journal or do puzzles to stop yourself from staring.
On your shopping days you’d head to the library and borrow a few books to bring home, split the pile with Bucky and then swap once you two were done. Sometimes Bucky would journal and get the “furrowed brow concentration” look at it was always best to leave him alone during those times.
You’d think that being confined indoors would result in the days dragging by, but honestly each day felt new to you, and they began to blur together, speeding by. You explored recipes together, learned card games together and spent a lot of time reading.
One day, you’re up making breakfast, your hair still damp from your morning shower. Neither of you ever shower without the other awake, on guard. Bucky is lounging on the couch with the TV playing something softly in the background which it often does since he’s still having a hard time casually conversing, making it too quiet.
Bucky does okay with some foods now, which you were ecstatic about, even if it was just yogurt and pudding. He was getting better with bread, plain, but one day you’d get peanut butter on there. He went through a ton of these foods after discovering that he could stomach it. Today, you’d try plain scrambled eggs - if he doesn’t eat them or doesn’t like them, you’d just finish them up.
You pull out the eggs, milk, and get the bread ready for the toaster. As the eggs sizzle on the pan, you tell Bucky what you’re making, asking if he wants to try some today. As soon as you turn away from the toaster, Bucky surprises you by standing in the centre of the kitchen.
“Jesus!” You curse, but laugh at your own silliness. Nobody would make it one step into the apartment, if Bucky didn’t want them to. Of course it wouldn’t be anyone else. He watches you work in silence.
You plate the breakfast but catch your arm on the pan and you let out a hiss of pain. A set of strong, warm hands take the pan and spatula from you and gently nudge you away. The toaster pops and he takes care of that too.
The scrambled eggs are a success, and he gets an entire tub of yogurt as a treat.
The morning’s success keeps you happy for hours - you were so proud of him! He was always skeptical but never stopped trying. Soon, you were sure you could get him eating whatever he wanted. As you lazily fill out your sudoku, you begin to hum without realizing. Too concentrated on your puzzle, you don’t register that the TV has been turned off. It takes a few moments but you finally look up at the blank TV and then turn to Bucky, who’d been sitting on the floor in front of the couch that you were lying on.
“What’s that song?” He asks.
“Oh,” you blink up at him. You hadn’t given it much thought until he asked. “Well, it’s not exactly a happy song, it’s just something I learned a while ago.”
“Sing for me?” His voice is so soft that you couldn’t deny him. You sit yourself up and take a moment to remember the words. It feels weird to do this without your guitar, without the chords to guide you.
“It’s you, it’s always you If I’m ever gonna fall in love, I know it’s gon’ be you, it’s you, it’s always you Met a lot of people, but nobody feels like you So please don’t break my heart, don’t tear me apart I know how it starts, trust me I’ve been broken before Don’t break me again, I am delicate, please don’t break my heart Trust me I’ve been broken before, I’ve been broken, yeah I know how it feels, to be open, and then find out your love isn’t real I’m still hurting, yeah, I’m hurting inside I’m so scared to fall in love, but if it’s you then I’ll try, it’s you”
You don’t finish the song, even though you’re close, because you can feel your voice crack. It’s not that you’re crying, but it’s a near thing. The first time you played this song you had been a mess, fresh out of a relationship where he’d been cheating on you for over three months. It was still raw.
“Not broken,” he murmurs faintly. He’d turned so that he was facing you, his sapphire eyes looking up at you with concern with his hands on your legs that are crossed on the couch. It startles a bitter laugh out of you.
“Aren’t I?” You ask rhetorically. You blink a few times, and sniffle.
“Not broken,” he repeats, his hands travel up to your waist to pull you closer, and he nudges himself into your hold against your chest. You can’t help but run your hands through his hair, just as he’d done to you. It’s the exact position you’d been in back when you first learned what they were doing to Bucky - when you’d sobbed against his chest telling him he deserved better.
You were not better.
But you let yourself be soothed because you couldn’t remember the last time you’d wanted so badly. Since you’re already feeling greedy, you tilt his head towards yours and lower your lips until they taste nirvana, and you let Bucky climb up on the couch between your legs. Holding you closer, he slowly rolls so you end up on top of him but doesn’t let go. You drift off into an afternoon nap like that, curled up on his chest like a kitten.
A/N: I’m not sure yet how exactly to summarize this. but i’ll figure that out later lol. i hope u guys like this, i worked for a while on it and while the whole thing isn’t finished i hope u like the first chapter. enjoy and let me know if u want to be on the taglist ✨ OH ALSO let me know what scenes from the movie you guys would like to see in this because i’m not 100% sure which ones i want to add just yet
Once Upon a time in the hidden heart of France, a handsome prince lived in a beautiful castle, although he had everything he could have ever wanted he was selfish, cold, and unkind. His castle was filled with the most beautiful people, and all things gold.
His parties were lavious, and the village people only ever dreamed of attending themselves.
However on one fateful night an unexpected woman arrived. She asked for shelter from the storm, offering a single red rose for his kindness. However the prince was repulsed by her haggard appearance and turned her away back into the cold of winter. Before the door could shut she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. Her skin and cloak melted away, to reveal a beautiful enchantress.
The Prince begged for forgiveness, but she refused, for she could see that there was no love in his heart.
As punishment she transformed him into a hideous beast, and placed a spell on the castle, and it’s inhabitants.
As months bled into years, the prince and his servants were forgotten by the villagers. The castle was now hidden by vines and rose bushes deep into the forest. For the enchantress has erased the town folks’ memory of the royal family. But the rose she had offered truly was enchanted. As the beast grew older, the rose stayed the same. But now in his 21st year, the rose was starting to wilt.
But if he could learn to love another by the time the last petal fell… the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time.
As the years went on he fell into despair and lost his hope… for who could ever learn to love… a beast.
“Bonjur!”
“Good Morning (Y/N)”
“Where are you off too”
“To return this book to the library, it’s about two lovers in fair verona.” You were a romantic at heart, but god forbid anyone find out.
“Sounds boring…” The baker grumbled with a slight chuckle before walking off. You followed your usual path towards the library, hoping for any new books, but you were doubtful because in your small corner of the world the amount of people who actually knew how to read? Well lets just say that number was miniscule at best. You dodged angry market folk arguing about eggs being too expensive and slipped into the shop, the bell ringing just above your head.
“Ah good morning, where did you run off too this weekend?”
“Good morning!” You cheered, “Northern Italy, it was simply wonderful. I don’t suppose you have anything new for me?”
“Sadly no, but you’re welcome to anything else on the shelf.”
“Thank you…” You hummed, skimming your fingers over the dusted and used stem of the books in the shop. Picking out one about a princess and prince you tucked it under your arm, and grabbed your basket of groceries. “See you tomorrow!” You called, as the librarian chuckled before waving you off. Slipping back into the crowd at the center of the village, you began flipping through the pages, absorbing all the knowledge about the characters you could.
“Here’s where she meets prince charming, but she won’t discover that it’s him till chapter three.” You hummed, slipping in and out of groups of people and maneuvering around sheep as the shepherd tried his best, but ultimately failed to contain them all.
“(Y/N)!”
Brock… You internally groaned. Brock was what the village deemed, a hunk. Truly a misfortune since his brain was full of misguided judgements and specific roles women had to play. In his eyes you were nothing more than another one of his prey, a grand prize of sorts to be mounted to his wall.
“Good morning Brock.” You spoke as cheerful as possible, your nose still stuck in the book, hoping and praying he would go away. Alas your plan was to no avail… He continued to go on and on about how you two should be wed immediately, and how lucky you were to marry such a gorgeousspecimen.
“If you think so highly of yourself, marry your reflection.” You huffed, glancing up at him through the stray hairs that lay scattered in front of your eyes. “No need to deprive yourself of all the me time you could want.”
“The whole town’s talking about it. How a woman shouldn’t read, because then she starts getting ideas, and well we don’t want that now do we.”
“Brock you are absolutely primeval.” You muttered stuffing the book into your basket and crossing your arms.
“Why thank you my dear.” He grinned, causing you to chuckle and roll your eyes. “What do you say we take a walk over to the tavern and have ourselves an engagement announcement?”
“A what?!” You hissed, holding back from punching him square in the jaw. The thought of even kissing this fool made you want to puke, no less marryinghim.
“I can’t, I’m sorry I have to go home to help my father.”
“That crazy old bat needs all the help he can get… from the asylum!” Brock’s sidekick chortled, his shoulders shaking with every laugh.
“My father is a genius!” You shouted, and Brock stopped his laughs as best he could while punching his sidekick, Zola, square in the jaw.
“Sorry about that dearest, he was only joking!” Brock hissed, stepping in front of his sidekick and giving you a shit eating grin, leaning down close to your face. You coughed at his smelly breath and turned away once again sticking your nose in your book and hoping he would finally leave you be.
“Papa?” You called, as you shut the door behind you. Carefully setting the groceries down on the table you still had yet to put the book down. “Are you home?”
“Down here!” Tony called, and a small pop of an explosion went off before him in the basement. “Not for long.” He coughed, as he made his way up the stairs only to find you rushing towards him, arms out and a damp rag in your hands.
“Papa you’re going to lose an eye like that!” You scolded one hand on your hip as you began to wipe away at his face. Tony swatted away at your hand as he took the rag from you.
“Yeah yeah, what else is new. If becoming rich costs me an eye then so be it. Mr. Richards down the way lost an ear! You don’t hear his daughter complaining.”
“Papa, his daughter is a common whore who doesn’t live at home anymore. Besides it’s not like they got rich from him getting too close to his son swinging the axe. If anything they got even poorer.”
“Woe is me.” Tony gasped, placing the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically. “I see our town’s favorite suitor is still trying to get your hand in marriage.”
“If I wouldn’t be thrown in the town dungeon for cutting off his manhood I would have done it already. I pity the poor woman who ends up with that vile creature.” You huffed, beginning to put away the loaf of bread, and vegetables you picked up at the market.
“The baker is still selling his same old bread and rolls I see?” Tony chuckled, sitting down at the dining room table, flipping his glasses on and beginning to work on another gadget at the table.
“Every morning, just the same. Since the very first morning we came. To this poor provincial town. They judge us Papa, we deserve a better life than this. They call me strange, and say my head is up in the clouds!” Your hands waving around in the air frantically as you grip a bundle of carrots in your hand for supper.
“Okay well before we make any rash decisions, don’t go throwing vegetables around the cabin in a fit of rage.”
“They say I’m dazed and distracted, all because I’m a girl who knows how to read!” You huff, harshly turning around to face him. One hand on your hip, the other running a finger through your tousled hair. “They call you a crazy loon dad.”
Tony rolls his eyes and waves his hand towards you.
“Let them say what they want dearest. Your mother and you believed in me and that’s all that matters. Besides, they’re just jealous. I’m a genius and we’re going to be rich soon. Now if you’ll excuse me my dear, I am off to the fair.” Tony stood up and clapped his hands together moving around the table to gather his things together.
“Take good care of him Jarvis.” You grinned giving the horse a gentle kiss to his snout as your father latched the cart to the steeds back. “And you, take care of my boy.” You spread your arms out and wrap your father in a huge hug. He laughs and shakes his head, wrapping his arms around you.
“Of course silly. I always do.” He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head before climbing on the back of Jarvis and riding off, a shit eating grin plastered across his face. You wave as you watch him take the path leading into the woods. Darkness begins to fall across the town as you make your way back to your home, going to curl up by the fireplace with a quilt and a good book.
“Coming!” You called, standing up from your spot beside the fireplace. You carefully opened the door, knowing you weren’t expecting any visitors.
“Hello my dear! It’s your lucky day.” Brock cheered, and you peered around his shoulder, a horrified look on your face as the sound of a band played in your front yard to the tune ‘here comes the bride.’
“Brock… What a pleasant surprise.” You grumble, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning away from his face as he leans in.
“Well of course it is. I am just full of surprises. And there isn’t a girl in town who wouldn’t want to marry such a fine specimen such as myself you know.”
“I think I could name a few…” You hiss, taking a few steps back from him and he takes that as an invitation to follow you into your home.
“This is the day all of your wildest dreams come true.” Brock fixes his hair in the mirror by the door before turning back around to look at you. Your hands are resting on your hips, balled into fists as you shoot daggers at him with your eyes.
“And what do you know about mydreams?”
“Plenty. Picture this, a perfect wedding. The whole town is invited, we head home to our hunting lodge. And soon after you are with child. We’ll have six or seven of course.”
“Six or seven dogs.”
“Ha and a sense of humor? Perfection. No dear, six or seven children.”
“Imagine that…” You mumble, putting the book you were reading back on the shelf and Brock cornered you between the door and himself. “I’m truly speechless, I don’t know what to say.” Your hand fumbles with the door knob behind your back as you make a quick escape. You kick the door out from behind you, and duck under his arms as he leans in to kiss you. You give a hard shove as he trips and falls out the front door landing into the pile of horse manure you had yet to take care of for that week. You slam the door shut behind you and quickly lock it, chuckling as you hear the band strike up loudly before Brock yells and they immediately quiet down and stop playing.
The pounding of hooves, your own heart beating heavily in your chest, and the snarling of wolves were all you heard as Jarvis carried you further and further into the dark forest. Snow began to litter the ground as your grip on the reins tightened.
Just an hour earlier you had awoken from your place by the dimly lit fireplace, to the sound of shrieking and loud neighs coming from outside. Confused, you pushed the hair from your face and groggily stood up. As the neighs got louder you threw the blanket from your shoulders and bolted out the front door, looking over the hill as Jarvis came racing towards you.
“Woah boy, easy easy…” You cooed, as he approached you, his breathing heavy as his hooves stomped at the ground ripping up the grass beneath him. “What’s wrong…” You whispered, scanning him for any obvious injuries. When you noticed he had none you took note of his missing passenger and carriage.
“Where’s Papa? Can you take me to him?” The stallion seemed to nod as he let out a heavy breath. You climbed onto your back and kicked him forward before you even had a second to think.
“Careful Jarvis!” You cried as he knocked you into tree branches as he came to a sliding stop.
The wolves seemed to back off, now frightened of whatever laid beyond the castle walls.
Mustering up enough courage, you brushed the snow and twigs from the cloak that was draped around your shoulders.
“C’mon boy…” You whispered, taking the Belgian horse you grew up with up to the stables. The castle towered over you with a dark presence. You shivered, not because of the cold but because you could feel eyes on you as you tied the horse up to the stalls mumbling an ‘i’ll be back’ as you slowly made your way towards the front steps. Blood caked your right shoulder, ruining the white cloak you had been gifted by your mother before she passed, and you hissed as you shifted it along your shoulders. The wound opened again and you could see small claw marks.
One of the wolves had gotten to you, and you had only prayed Jarvis was alright, and didn’t have any serious injuries.
As you approached the top step you knocked harshly on the door three times and waited… No answer.
“For the love of…” You muttered pushing the door open only to be met with the interior of the castle whose darkness matched the exterior.
“Hello?” Nothing.
“Papa?” Silence.
The only sound that could be heard was the sound of the wolves howling in the distance outside, and the sound of your shoes against the concrete floors.
“You just couldn’t keep quiet could you! You hot headed fool! Serve him tea, sit in Bucks chair, pet the dog, put his feet up.” Sam grumbled waving his wooden arms around the place.
“I was being friendly. You should try it some time.” Steve chided, shooting Sam a harsh glare as he shoved his arm.
“There’s a girl in the castle!” A teacup appeared behind the two friends, bouncing up and down whilst trying to contain his excitement.
“Ha! Nice try Peter.” Steve laughed, reaching down to rub at the top of his head.
“No really! I saw her! I really really did!”
“Oh yes and I saw a pig flying out in the garden yesterday afternoon. Looks like we’re all finally going mad.” Sam rolled his eyes, turning his body to face away from the two and looked down the hall. “My gods…” He whispered in a hushed tone but Steve still had heard him.
“Is a pig finally flying Samuel?”
“M-M-M-My…”
“Pig got your tongue?” Steve let out a boisterous laugh turning around to guide Peter over to where his mother was impatiently waiting for him to hop back onto the cart, when Sam whipped him back around, his hands on either side of his face. And there she was at the end of the hall walking slowly towards them.
A long white cloak joined at the base of her neck with a red and gold gem, there was a tear in the side of the cloak that looked like a wolf’s claw marks, and dried blood gathered across the wound. Steve groaned internally, Buck would not be happy about that when he found out. The dress she was wearing was light blue and it was covered with dirt, a bit of blood and some rips. Her hair was covered by the hood, but he could tell there had to have been a few twigs intertwined with the pieces of (y/h/c) hair that stuck out beneath the hood.
“Sam?”
“No, absolutely not.”
“Why not!” Steve practically yelled, somehow keeping his voice a whisper. “She could be the one to break the spell!” Before Sam can even respond, Steve is already hopping down off the table they were on and making his way towards the mantle she would soon pass.
“Papa?” You called out again, the hushed voices coming to a halt as your voice echoed through the dark corridors. “Who’s there?” The moonlight that shone through the crack in the curtains did little to aid you in maneuvering around the dark hallway. As you turned a corner a gold candelabra was lit up, the light glowing and illuminating the space around you. “Thank god.” You whispered, grabbing hold of the stem.
“I’m not a god m’lady,”
“Who said that!” You shrieked, turning around abruptly moving your arm out to stick the candelabra outwards only to be met with the stone wall of the castle.
“I did!” You feel movement in your hand and squeeze your eyes shut.
“I know a candle did not just talk to me…”
“Actually my dear, I’m a candelabra not a simple candle.” You jump when he talks again, letting him clatter to the floor. “Okay, ow… didn’t your father ever teach you not to drop your talking decor on the floor? You’d think with how well he took to us you would have been the same.”
“My father?! So he is here?” Your heart leapt at the thought of finding him and hugging him as tightly as you could manage. The candle nodded and began hopping off down the hall towards a large wooden door. Carefully, you took a few steps forward and soon he was leading you up a winding staircase, about every floor you passed had at least one cell and you prayed your father wasn’t in one and his room was simply just at the top.
Your heart stopped as the candle stopped and dipped his head slightly, motioning towards the cell. You were freezing and brought your cloak closer around your body for any bit of warmth you could manage.
“Papa!” You shouted lunging towards the door, your hands connecting with his. “Your hands… they’re as cold as ice!”
“Y/N?! You shouldn’t be here! You have to go!”
“Wh-What?” You breathed, cupping his cold face with your hands. Shaking your head you began to frantically search the floor around you. “No no I’m not leaving without you. Who did this to you?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing in anger as you heard the candelabra move closer towards you.
“I don’t have time to explain, but please go now before it’s too late!”
“I am not leaving without you!”
You jumped and whipped around as a loud thud came from behind you. Towering over you was a large figure, his face and body hidden within the shadows.
“What have you done to him!” You screamed using the bars of your fathers cell to scramble to your feet without having to look away from the looming figure.
“The master of this castle and these lands.”
“Please, let my father go! What could you possibly want from him! He’s sick and he’ll die here please!” You cried, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as your face grew hot with frustration and anger.
“He shouldn’t have trespassed here then.”
“I wasn’t even tresspasing!” Tony argued, while sick and about to double over due to sickness he still had fire in his eyes. The figure let out a low guttural growl, and you felt fear roll through your body.
“Just please let him go, take me instead!”
“NO! Y/N don’t you dare!” You whipped around to look at your father, his eyes pleading with you, he cupped your face as you held his wrists. “I’ve lived my life y-you still have your whole life ahead of you! You-you need to see the world you-” Before you could finish you were being shoved back a large paw clamping down on your shoulder. You stared at it, horrified, unable to move as he unlocked your fathers cell.
“My dearest…” Tony ran to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “Please you can’t do this, you have to go!” You frantically shook your head, not able to even wrap your arms around him, the feeling of betrayal causing bile to rise in your throat.
“Move.” The beast grumbled, and you watched in horror as he grabbed your father and dragged him down the stairs, screaming after you. All you could do was lay there against the cold floor, your heart thumping against your chest as tears threatened to spill out of your eyes. That would be the last time you would ever see your father, and you had accepted that.
I’m back, for now. And what’s a better way to return with than a new Bucky x Reader series?
This series was brought to you because someone who (thank God) doesn’t follow me on Tumblr, wanted me to write something nicefor him, but I also wanted to post something here, so you guys are getting a bit cleaner version.
I hope you’ll like it!!
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Summary: The Reader hadn’t seen nor heard from him in about five years. Her life is getting back on track (sure, she might be playing the role of fiance for her gay friend, but everything else is going great). She’s famous all across the globe for being the only person to meet The Lone Wolf in his uniform, and live to tell the tale. There was so many people asking her about him, but she never said a word. She moved on, but the past seems to want to bite her in the ass.
“Ma'am, could you tell us a little bit more about his relationship with you?”
“What relationship? He had kidnapped me and tortured me for two weeks. I’ve answered this question over an over and it hasn’t changed since the first time. I was kidnapped and tortured, then left alone, tied up, until my Uncle had found me. What kind of a relationship should that be put under, other than the captor-victim one, please enlighten me?” Dozens of people, mostly reporters, had been asking me the same question for five years, but I’ve never given them the true answer, I don’t think I could ever do that. Not to myself, not to my friend and fiancé (even if we were only engaged for the past two weeks as a plot for his family not to find out he’s gay), not even to him… That was the past I had been hiding from everyone. It was enough that they all knew I had something to do with him.Thank God they did not have any clue what that something really was, because it would start a whole new round of questions that I would never have the guts to answer, I could never betray him. Looking at the blurry picture of the hooded man made me remember everything I was trying so hard to delete from the hard drive that my mind is. I buried them deep inside, never caring about the fact that I knew I would still feel whatever it is that I felt for himthen, and hewould still be one of the few known war criminals of our modern age. Yet not a single one of them ever knew his name, they couldn’t even find his real face, or any data about himfor that matter. The only two things they knew about him,The Lone Wolf, as they deemed him, were the initials of his first and last name - JB, and that I was kidnapped by him on the day of hislast known crime.
Sometimes I wish I knew what had happened to him. I prayed to God he was still alive and kicking somewhere and that he had a great reason for being a stupid jerk, which was in character for him when it came to other people, but never when it came to me.
As I got out of the building of the company and headed toward the cafe, I could tell something was going to change today, I just didn’t have any idea what was coming… I’m Y/N Y/L/N and this is my story.
