Give It Back

Bucky x reader

Summary:  Reader accidentally sends the wrong photo to Bucky, after snatching his phone right from his hands before he sees it she spends the entire night trying to delete it. Bucky making her task harder. He really wants to see that photo.

Words: 1,681

“Give me back my phone!” Bucky ordered. “Now!”

“No!” You retorted holding his phone tightly in your hands, pressed to your chest.

“Come on, give it back.” He moved closer, reaching for it.

“Nooo!” You panicked slipping his phone into your sports bra.

He looked down at your chest and back up at you. “Seriously?" 

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My Bucky

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word count: 1,776

Warnings: um none? pure floofy floof. allusion to previous sexy times but it’s totally chaste.

Summary: You let Bucky read your writing

Ok hello this is my first real actual big kid long one shot, so be kind pls and reblog reblog reblog! Comments and feedback are super super duper appreciated. Gifs not mine!

You were typing away viciously on your laptop at the end of your bed, brow furrowed in concentration, occasionally looking up to stare at nothing in particular apparently lost in thought. Then back to the keyboard, pounding out your thoughts relentlessly. Sentence after sentence tumbled out of your fingers, and you were desperately trying to keep up with the words, though they seemed to be writing you rather than the other way around.

Somewhere in the back of your subconscious, you felt the edge of the bed dip slightly accommodating to a new weight. It wasn’t until you felt a thick arms snake around your waist that you realized you weren’t alone anymore. Dark scruff tickled your neck and placed deft kisses along the sensitive skin it found there, delighting in the sounds of half-hearted protests you made. Trying with difficulty to ignore the massive man-child behind you, you kept typing.


“Bucky, not now.”

This was met with a petty nip to your earlobe. Maybe he’s less like a child than a puppy. You rolled your eyes.

“Bucky I’m serious, if I don’t get this down now I’ll lose it!” He groaned.

“I’m just tryin’ to love on ya, doll.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you just finished loving on me about,” You glanced at the clock on your screen, “20 minutes ago.”

He huffed, with a little self-congratulatory wiggle of his eyebrows and smirk at the bruise he saw forming over your pulse point. He brushed his lips over it in confirmation. You couldn’t help but lean into his attention slightly, eyes fluttering. Snapping your eyes back to the screen and shaking your head slightly to clear it of all thoughts related to your earlier activities, you waived him away and continued, mentally high-fiving yourself at the focus you were able to keep despite the persistent efforts of the stunning man positioned behind you.

“Can I at least hold you while you’re writing?” You didn’t have to look at him to know that his face was in a full pout, lips puffed and all, those cerulean eyes of his blown wide and innocent. That face was impossible to refuse. You kept your eyes fixed on the screen. A Puppy for sure.

“…..Okay, but no funny business and no distracting until I’m done,” you said with a resigned sigh.

He hummed with satisfaction at having gotten his way yet again and swung his legs around to either side of you, so that you were resting comfortably on his chest. True to his word, he rested his chin lightly on your shoulder with his arms wrapped around you and stayed quite still. You risked a glance. His eyes were closed, the picture of contentment. With a smile and an incredulous shake of your head, you continued filling the screen with text.

Bucky, however, was Bucky, and while he truly tried his best (well, tried kind of.) to keep from distracting you, his impatience rapidly got the best of him. Before another ten minutes had gone by, he spoke again.

“Sweetheart, whatcha writing?” He murmured into your shoulder, peering around to look at your screen.

You half closed your laptop protectively, “Nope! No, sir! No reading until I’m done.” You hated having anyone read your writing until you were completely satisfied with it, which was almost never. It was rare that Bucky was allowed to read what you wrote, and even less often that anyone else could. Your writing was personal, intimate. It was difficult and soul-baring to attach your name to something so personal, and thus the idea of publishing your work filled you with dread. But lately you had begun to change your mind. The story you were currently working on wanted to be written and needed to be shared.

You felt Bucky’s lips lift slightly into a smile against your skin. “Is it the same story you’ve been writing? Or a new one?”

“Yes, same story. It’s starting to go a different way though.” He hummed softly in understanding.

“Your writers’ block must be gone then. That’s good.”

“I have you to thank, actually.”

“Oh really? Am I your creative muse, Y/N? Are you going to write sonnets and novels inspired by your love for me?”

It was your turn to smirk at him, “Who says I’m not?”

His eyes widened in genuine surprise and his body stiffened slightly. “What would you write about me for?”

His voice had taken a more timid tone, his usual bravado gone. Sensing the shift, you closed your laptop and turned to face him, gently taking his hands in yours and holding them to your chest as was your habit. You searched his face, silently observing the worry found there.

“Buck, you know I’d never do anything that made you uncomfortable, right? You’d know I’d never push you beyond what you want?”


“Okay. And you trust me, right?”

He nodded.

“And you know, you know how much I love you, right?”

A pause, a slow nod, and a slight smile. His brow stayed creased.

“Okay. The longer we’ve been together and the more I’ve loved you, the more I’ve wanted to write your story down. To share it with people.” He stiffened again.

“I know, it’s a lot to think about, and it’s a huge thing for me to ask you, which is why I hadn’t brought it up before. I wanted the story to be solid, the angle clear, before I told you, or anyone else,” you squeezed his hands reassuringly, “about it.” He stayed silent waiting for you to continue.

“You, James Buchanan Barnes, are the single most fascinating person I have ever met. Most of the world agrees with me on that point. But they don’t see the rest of you. They don’t see the you that holds me while I write. They don’t see the you who used to help his sisters do their hair before school. They don’t see the you who leaves coffee on the nightstand for me when you have to leave for training early and I’m not awake yet. They don’t see the you who goes to animal shelters to walk the older dogs that don’t get adopted. They don’t see the you who worked practically around the clock to support his family, and the family of his sick best friend, in Depression era Brooklyn without a word of complaint. They don’t see the you who bends over backwards to love and support the people in his life, without ever asking for anything in return. They don’t see you, as I do. They don’t see my Bucky.”

His expression remained hesitant, but some of the playful warmth you loved so much had returned to his eyes. You gently cupped his face with one hand, drawing circles on his cheek with your thumb.

“I haven’t told a soul I’m even considering it, so if you say no, the answer’s no and I won’t write another word. I’ll delete it and that’ll be that. But you deserve to have people see you, Bucky. You deserve to be known.”

His eyes scanned your face, committing every detail of your expression to memory. It was love, it was vulnerability. It was truly earnest, honest, open. His heart swelled in his chest, agonizingly full with adoration.

“Can I read what you have so far?”

You nodded, chewing cautiously on the edge of your smile. “Of course, but go easy. It’s just a little bit because I scrapped everything I originally had just now and started over. And if you hate any of it, or all of it, I can change it completely. I want this to be how you want it, if you decide you want it at all of course.”

You turned the screen toward him and pulled your knees toward your chest anxiously analyzing his every change in expression as he read.

My Bucky

Names have tremendous power. The moniker with which James Buchanan Barnes was branded during the time he spent as a weapon for Hydra was itself a weapon against its bearer. It was yet another mechanized attack on the heart and soul of a man who had never been aggressive, heartless, or cold in his life. That name begets fear, it encourages violence, it breeds terror. It is the prickle on the back of your neck when your back is to a darkened room. It is the discomfort you feel when on a lonely road at night. It is cruelty, a harsh bile on your tongue when you speak it aloud. Hydra used that title strike fear into the core of their enemies, and into the person who was forced to carry its weight. It is the antithesis of everything he is.

And so, that name will not appear in the entirety of this book. It has been said enough. This book will be as devoid of mentions of Hydra as possible. It has been discussed enough. The soul purpose of this book is to return a little agency, a little identity to the man he was before he was drafted into a war he never wanted to be in and didn’t come home for 70 years.

This book is for boy who went to war and the man he is now.

To me, James Buchanan Barnes is simply Bucky. Bucky: the sweet soft boy who spent his life breaking up fights rather than starting them, who tried to avoid the draft so he could stay home and support his sisters. Bucky: the cocky, swaggering, skirt chaser, full of bravado and charm who went home to quietly sit for his best friend Steve so he could practice drawing people in profile. Bucky: the wannabe comedian. Bucky: the terrible cook. Bucky: the passionate, caring, doting, loving, funny, thoughtful, quirky, considerate, whip-smart, wonderful, wonderful man.

Bucky. My Bucky— this is for you, with all my love.

When Bucky finished he had tears in his eyes. He just nodded and cleared his throat.

“Write it, Y/N. You can write it. Write it just like that.”

“Really? You liked it?” You whispered happily.

“C’mere,” He said gruffly to mask his tears. Drawing you in close to his body, it seemed as though he was wrapping as much of his body around you as could fit. He spoke softly into your hair.

“I loved it. I loved it and I love you.”

You stayed there for a while, allowing the simplicity of touch speak instead. Bucky broke the silence, so softly and so hesitantly you were at first unsure he spoke.



“Thank you.”


Summary: Bucky leaves Hydra behind, with a little help. 

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 1,088

Warnings: The Vault Scene. Mentions of abuse and violence. 

A/N: I honestly don’t know where this came from or why because it isn’t what I sat down to write. I hope you all like it. If perhaps you like this maybe let me know because I have a whole backstory for this forming in my head. 

Originally posted by sxy-seabass

“I knew him,” the subject murmurs. His eyes trail down, unfocused and confused. Pierce looks irritated for half a second before he begins his usual speech. His speech about humanity and freedom and the soldier’s ability to help give the world the future it deserved. A few strands of his hair falls back from his face as he listens, his cheek only slightly red in the sickly yellow light of the bank vault.

He, Bucky, she reminds herself, looks confused. “But I knew him…” his voice trails off until he suddenly quiets, brows knitting together as he looks up at Pierce.

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13 Reasons Why (3)bucky fic

Summary:  terrible, terrible, reasons why you know James Buchanan Barnes is a monster that cannot be saved.

Word Count: 706

Warnings: mentions of blood and fighting

A/N: fair warnings for the entirety of this fic:, there will be little to no romance throughout this fic. a lot of the scenes will be inspired by CA:TWS. Time hops will happen. Yet, most of the scenes envision an underage reader (child/teenager). THERE WILL BE NO ROMANCE OR FLUFF.

13 Reasons Why Masterlist

When you were a teenager, you were allowed one week of freedom from any assessments from for the soldiers; hell, you were even given an extra fruit cup during your lunch break. Something as silly as that meant the world to you. But, after you had finished your meal, you raised from your assigned seat and noticed that the cafeteria had emptied just as quickly as it had filled only moments ago. Three people occupied the room and your face drained from all blood as you noticed Schmidt chatting idly with Barnes in a corner. You couldn’t make out what they were conversing about, but you knew it was sinister in the way Barnes held a robotic expression.

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The Other Guy

summary: pietro proves to y/n that bucky is into her by doing everything in his power to make him jealous

pairing: bucky x reader, pietro x reader [pretended]

word count: 3.6k+

warnings: mentions of smut, jealousy, annoyed bucky, confrontation

a/n: literally wanna vom just thinking about hurting bucky like this i would never also this is shit but its been chilling in my drafts for 8 millions years so i decided to post it

“You are so full of shit,” Y/N laughed, absentmindedly stirring the oatmeal in her bowl. She sat at the kitchen island, blinded by the early morning sun, her pink sock clad feet swinging above the ground. She was dressed in only her tiny pyjama shorts and a hoodie, hair messy and the side of her face slightly red due to the position she slept in.

Pietro stood by the counter, dumping a bunch of different berries into a blender. It was only 8:30am and most of the compound was still fast asleep. Y/N and Pietro, however, made plans the night before to get up early, train together and then go out and buy a present for Wanda; Pietro’s way of apologising for crashing her date a few days back. The witch hadn’t spoken to him since and Pietro was slowly growing exasperated. 

“I’m serious, Y/N,” Pietro chuckled, putting the lid on the blender and glancing at her over his shoulder. “He’s into you. I can prove it.”

Y/N shook her head, rolling her eyes and pushing another spoonful of bland oatmeal past her lips.

Pietro switched on the blender, his back facing the shorter girl as he worked on preparing his usual morning smoothie. The loud noise of the blender continued to buzz inside Y/N’s ears even after Pietro had switched off the appliance. 

“I’d like to see you try, Maximoff,” Y/N smirked, provoking a quiet laugh from the speedster’s side. He popped off the lid of the blender, glanced inside to make sure his smoothie was ready and then made his way across the kitchen to grab a glass.

“I’m going to murder Bucky if he keeps eating my cereal. This stuff is gross,” she complained, pushing her bowl away with a roll of her eyes. She couldn’t understand how Steve could push the tasteless oatmeal past his lips. Unfortunately, since Bucky had cleared the cupboards of her usual breakfast cereal, she didn’t have much of a choice.

“Yeah, right. You wouldn’t lay a finger on Buck if your life depended on it,” Pietro laughed, soon realising he had to empty the dishwasher in order to find a clean glass. He bent over, focusing on the task at hand as Y/N pushed herself up and placed her bowl of oatmeal in the sink.

“You know me all too well,” she murmured, glancing inside Pietro’s blender and then back at him to make sure he wasn’t looking. Realising he wasn’t, Y/N grabbed her glass of water from the island, dumped the contents into the sink and hurried to fill it with the berry smoothie instead. When she was finished, she hopped onto the counter and sipped innocently on Pietro’s drink until he finally realised what she had done. 

“Thief,” he narrowed his eyes at her, abandoning his mission of emptying the dishwasher. He looked towards the now empty blender, realising he’d have to make more if he wanted to have a berry smoothie for breakfast. 

“Not a thief. Bucky’s a thief because he stole my cereal. I’m just… taking what’s rightfully mine. I did the grocery shopping yesterday.”

Pietro laughed, making his way across the kitchen and coming to a stop opposite Y/N.

“I don’t think he’d like to hear you say that. He’s too into you to not be upset by such words,” he teased.

“Right, he’s so into me he keeps stealing my cereal to piss me off. So romantic,” Y/N rolled her eyes sarcastically and Pietro shook his head at her. He watched her expression as she sipped on the smoothie, wondering if it tasted as good as he hoped.

When Y/N didn’t say anything about it, Pietro took a few steps forwards so that he was standing between her parted legs and reached for one of the straws sitting in a glass container behind Y/N on the counter.

She quirked a brow as he slid the straw into her glass. He leaned in, captured the end between his teeth and took a generous sip of the smoothie.

“Um, excuse you,” she objected, trying her hardest to hold back her laughter.

Y/N held the glass in both hands, far enough from herself for Pietro to drink from, and yet not far enough to not feel his breath on her skin. They were standing only inches apart and to anyone watching the interation could appear to be awfully intimate; so it wasn’t a surprise that only seconds later Y/N had to tear her eyes away from Pietro upon hearing someone clearing their throat.

Bucky was standing leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over his muscular chest, one eyebrow cocked expectantly. He eyes the two Avengers already occupying the kitchen, then focused solely on Pietro with a confused glance. 

The speedster didn’t acknowledge Bucky’s stare, only looking at him for a brief second before turning back to Y/N. He placed the straw back between his lips and sucked. 

When Y/N looked down at him, Pietro was smirking knowingly. 

“Morning, Buck,” Y/N said cheerfully, trying to seem casual despite Pietro still standing between her parted legs, his hands now resting on either side of her hips, mindlessly humming as he continued sipping on the smoothie. He stepped even closer.

“Morning,” Bucky grumbled in response, strolling past the two of them and yanking open the fridge. He glanced inside, grabbed a tub of ice cream from the freezer and shut the door with unnecessary force. He found a spoon in the cutlery drawer, once more glanced at Pietro and Y/N and headed towards the exit.

When he was out of sight, Pietro finally retreated, clearly satisfied with himself by the shit eating grin across his face.

“What the hell was that about?” Y/N whispered, scared Bucky might still be close enough to hear. Pietro plucked the now empty smoothie glass out of her hands and chuckled as he placed it in the sink.

“Told you I could prove to you he’s into you,” he answered nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders and reaching out to plug out the blender.

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest. “By almost feeling me up in front of him?”

Pietro scoffed. “I did no such thing,” he protested. “I’m going to prove to you he’s into you. With my help, his possessive self will be asking you out within two days.”

Y/N expelled a humourless chuckle. “Sure he will.”

“I can guarantee you that. Go and change in your training gear and we’ll get started right away,” he challenged, and Y/N eyed him suspiciously before sliding off of the counter.

“Fine, but if this doesn’t work out, you’ll be the one explaining to everyone why you’ve been all over me for two days,” she told him sternly, pointing her index finger in his direction.

Pietro grinned, holding his arms up in surrender. “Fine by me.”

By the time Y/N was dressed in her training gear, her hair brushed back into something that reassembled practicality, Pietro was already waiting for her outside the gym. She appeared behind him with a bottle of water in her hands and managed to scare him a little before he pushed open the door.

“Good choice of clothing,” Pietro commented quietly, nodding towards her shorts, “They’ll surely get his attention.“ 

Y/N walked past, looking at Pietro over her shoulder and furrowing her brows in confusion.

"His attention?” She questioned, and then finally realised that the gym wasn’t empty like she had expected it would be. Steve was running on the treadmill and Bucky was beating the hell out of a punching bag. When they entered, Steve waved a quick greeting but Buck only grumbled, causing Steve to shoot him a confused glance.

Y/N and Pietro strolled over to a bench at the end of the room and set their stuff down.

“I knew he’d be down here after what he saw in the kitchen. He’s probably picturing my face on the punching bag. He needs to blow off some steam,” Pietro murmured, only loud enough for Y/N to hear. 

When she looked towards Bucky, she noticed sweat sticking his hair to his forehead. She looked elsewhere, deciding to take a sip of her water.

“It’s a shame you’re not the one helping him do that. I’m sure it would be more satisfying for him - and you - if that punching bag wasn’t the only thing getting pounded by him.”

Y/N began to choke on her drink. Her body shook with violent coughs, getting the attention of the other two guys across the room. Y/N could feel tears pooling in her eyes as she attempted to stop herself from quite literally… dying.

“Is she alright?” Steve called out, stopping the treadmill as Pietro hit Y/N on the back, attempting to stop her from choking.

When she calmed down, she answered feebly, “I’m fine. Pietro was just… telling me a funny story.”

Bucky scoffed at that and Y/N almost didn’t catch it, but she did; and so did Steve.

“What’s wrong with you this morning?” He asked his best friend, but Bucky only shrugged, watching as Steve headed off to do some heavy lifting.

Pietro nodded for Y/N to follow him to the padded flooring. They did some stretching in silence and while Y/N worked on her arms, she spared another glance in Bucky’s direction. 

His sweat soaked shirt had disappeared and his face showed deep concentration as his fists furiously slammed against the surface of the red punching bag. He was light on his feet, sweat trickling down his face and chest, damp hair pulled back into a messy high pony. He looked damn good.

“Ahem,” Pietro pretended to cough and when Y/N looked back at him he was smirking. He had clearly noticed her staring and was amused by the expression on her face. Pietro handed her her sparring equipment.

“You’re drooling,” he noted, and she smacked his arm playfully.

“Am not,” she protested, finally pulling on her gloves and making her way towards the centre of the mat.

She made sure she was steady, got into position and when Pietro was ready the fighting began. Y/N pulled a few of the signature moves herself and Nat had come up with, and it wasn’t long before Pietro was lying on his back on the floor.

He got up each time and by the fourth time Y/N had him on the mat, she was growing kind of bored. That is, until Pietro managed to kick her legs out from under her and she fell with a loud thud. The silver haired speedster was quick to pin her down, one hand around her neck, the other holding the back of her thigh which she had wrapped around his waist.

When Y/N glanced to the left, knowing that the round was over and that Pietro would retreat any second, she noticed Bucky watching them from the sidelines, using a black towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Pietro seemed to notice him looking, too, because soon he was leaning down and bringing his lips to Y/N’s ear, his hair covering her eyes so she could no longer see Bucky.

He remained silent for a second then whispered. “He’s going to leave in three… two… one”.

The door to the gym slammed shut.

Pietro pushed himself up, his grin once more appearing. Y/N’s wanted to roll her eyes at his confidence but she had to admit, Pietro was damn good at this. It was as if he had his sister’s powers and could read Bucky’s mind. Then it hit her.

“Wanda told you he’s into me, didn’t she?" 

Pietro looked like a deer in headlights.

He inhaled sharply, then sheepishly admitted, "yeah, okay, she did.”

“Which means you’re not as cunning as you think you are. Which means this could not end as well as you expect it to." 

He shrugged his shoulders. "To some extent, maybe.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes and then next thing Pietro knew her legs were around his neck and she was forcing him down onto the floor, swiftly moving to pin him down, face first on the mat. She held his hands behind his back.

“You’re an idiot,” she told him, and Pietro laughed in response, hissing when she pulled at his wrists.

“An idiot who’s helping you get laid.”

Their sparring session continued for another twenty minutes, followed by some cardio and lifting. Steve seemed to have followed Bucky because he was no where to be seen and Y/N didn’t see either of them before herself and Pietro left the compound to buy Wanda’s gift. 

Finding the perfect apology present took them the majority of the afternoon and after grabbing lunch together and arguing over whether or not Pietro’s plan would work, they returned home. They waved a quick greeting to all the other avengers who sat around the lounge before heading straight to Y/N’s room to wrap up the gift.

Of course, the process of them wrapping up the present resulted in another play fight over which colour wrapping paper and how big of a bow to use. This led to Y/N’s hair looking like a bird’s nest, her already baggy sweater falling off her shoulder and her sticky lipstick smudged across her cheek.

By the time they were finished, they both looked like a mess and Pietro had bits of tape stuck to his face like a child on Christmas morning.

He thanked her for the help before heading to his room and asked her to tell Wanda to find him.

Y/N didn’t bother fixing her appearance before heading to the lounge where everyone else was sitting around watching a rom-com. As asked, she told Wanda that Pietro wanted to see her and then headed to the kitchen to grab a drink. 

There, Bucky was already making coffee. He remained silent, leaning against the counter as Y/N grabbed a mug and dumped a tea bag into it, staring at the buzzing kettle between them. 

When she looked up, Bucky was studying her carefully.

“Your, uh… Lipstick is smudged,” he told her, pointing to his own mouth rather sheepishly. Y/N grabbed a paper towel and said nothing as she began to wipe it off. Bucky continued to look at her.

“No, you’re just making it worse,” he chuckled lightly and took the towel from her hand, stepping closer to help her. Y/N stayed unmoving as he held her chin lightly, wiping off the redness. 

“Thanks,” she muttered, hearing the kettle switch off.

“You need to tell your lover boy to be less sloppy,” Bucky noted, stepping back and throwing the tissue into the trash. Y/N cleared her throat before moving over to pour the boiling water into the two mugs.

She didn’t say anything to his previous words and when their drinks were made, they both headed back to the lounge. Bucky sat down between Nat and Steve and Y/N situated herself on the vacant love seat to the right of the TV. 

She tried to focus on the screen but she couldn’t help but feel Bucky’s eyes on the side of her face. However, every time she’d glance over at him, he’d look away as if nothing happened.

It wasn’t long before Wanda and Pietro returned, both smiling, obviously having made up. Wanda quickly situated herself on the pile of cushions and blankets on the floor and Pietro moved across the room to where Y/N sat. 

He made himself comfortable, his head in her lap, casually glancing over at Bucky to check if he was looking. Out of pure curiosity, Y/N looked over at him, too, and felt disappointment when she realised he wasn’t looking back at her. Instead, Buck’s eyes were glued to the screen, his arm casually thrown over Steve’s shoulder, his lips pursed.

Maybe he wasn’t jealous the way Pietro wanted him to be.

The movie continued and when it ended, Bruce got up to put on the sequel. This gave everyone an opportunity to go to the toilet, grab more snacks or chat for a while. It was then Pietro rolled over onto his stomach and looked up at Y/N, almost as if he knew she wanted to say something.

“I don’t think he’s all that bothered. Maybe he’s just not a fan of PDA in general,” Y/N whispered to him but Pietro only rolled his eyes. 

He remained silent as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, threw his arm over Y/N’s shoulder and pulled her legs over his lap. Y/N didn’t say anything but she could already feel Wanda and Tony eyeing them curiously from across the room; and although she wanted to explain to them there was nothing going on between her and Pietro, she remained quiet.

The movie began and the lights were switched off, the late hour resulting in a cozy dark room. It was getting kind of chilly, courtesy of Tony’s inability to sit in a room without the windows open, so Y/N didn’t actually mind having Pietro to cuddle. In fact, when his hand began slowly stroking her calf, she wiggled even closer and nuzzled her face into his chest. 

Suddenly, Tony spoke up.

“So, uh, am I the only one who’s confused about what’s going on?”

Y/N lifted her head and looked over at him to see what he was talking about. Upon realising he was already staring back at her with a confused frown, it only took her a second to figure out what the hell he meant. 

“Since when are you two a thing?” Tony continued, chuckling a little. “Yesterday I heard you two calling each other names and now here you are.” He waved his hand in their direction rather dramatically. “Doesn’t anyone else find it weird?”

Natasha then decided to pipe in. “Yeah, I mean, I’m a little confused myself. I thought you liked that other guy.” By other guy Natasha clearly meant Bucky, having been the person who listened to Y/N ramble about her crush day and night.

“What other guy?” Bucky asked, looking from Nat to Y/N, but both of them only shrugged, not wanting to give it away.

“Guys, that’s enough. Let them be,” Steve decided to interfere, not liking the way in which this conversation was heading. He wasn’t very fond of the rest of the group holding this intervention. 

“Steve, stop pretending to not care. You were just as confused as everyone else after what happened in the gym today,” Bucky announced, and the rest of the group looked at each other, almost as if waiting for someone to elaborate. No one did. 

“So,” Tony once again spoke up. “Dare to enlighten us about the situation?” He eyed Y/N and Pietro again. Y/N was seconds away from telling everyone the whole truth. However, before she even managed to open her mouth, Pietro was already speaking.

“I don’t know. We’re just sorta… hanging out, I guess,” he tried to seem casual.

Bucky scoffed, looking at Pietro as if he had lost his mind.

“Hanging out? Please, cut the bullshit." 

At this point, the whole room was holding its breath.

"You damn well know I like her and you’ve been rubbing your new relationship in my face all day. But let me tell you one thing,” he turned to Y/N. “Whatever it is you two have, it won’t last longer than a week.”

Y/N remained silent for a moment, and so did everyone else, not wanting to interfere. Even Steve seemed to have locked his mouth with an imaginary key and kept his preaching to himself for once. Then, after several seconds, Y/N finally responded timidly.

“Truth be told, it wasn’t gonna last more than two days.”

“What?” Bucky’s brows knitted together into a confused frown.

Y/N inhaled sharply and groaned at his stupidity. She pushed herself up from the sofa. Uncertain, Bucky stood up, too.

“I’ve been hinting that I like you for months! Who do you think this other guy Natasha mentioned was, huh? It was you, you absolute dumb ass! I’m not into Pietro for God’s sake!”

Sam began laughing but Wanda clamped her hand over his mouth.

“Wait, what?”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Bucky’s stupidity and Steve got up, placing a hand on his best friend’s shoulder.

“I think what she means, Buck, is that her and Pietro were trying to make you jealous,” he explained, but Bucky only looked more confused than before.


He simply couldn’t get any slower.

And so, not seeing any different way of going about this, Y/N breathed in and began trudging in his direction. Afraid Y/N was on her way to smack him for being silly, Bucky took a step back and fell back onto the sofa. His eyes displayed utmost confusion as Y/N climbed onto his lap with her legs on either side of him, grabbed his face in both hands and kissed him. 

Right there. In front of the whole team.

A series of cheers, shouts and whistles followed. Bucky’s surprise melted away and soon he was wrapping his arms around Y/N’s middle, pulling her closer and kissing her back. It didn’t last long, but the kiss was pleasant, and when Y/N retreated, she realised everyone was still looking at her.

Catching Bucky’s gaze, she smiled sheepishly and knew that he finally understood what she meant.

“Does that explain it?” She murmured, and Bucky nodded, lips swollen and gaze blazing. 

Y/N sighed in relief and when she turned her head to look at the rest of the team, Pietro was cracking up at the other end of the room. He stood up, brushed off his jeans and said:

“You owe me one, Y/N.”

She smiled, turning her gaze back to Buck when the brunette finally spoke up. “As do I.”

Another kinky wager

Summary: As he previously promised, Bucky helps you work out all those irritating little kinks in your pool game.
Characters: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Absolutely NSFW. It’s all sex and pool tables folks, please walk away unless you’re over 18.  

A/N: Decided to write a follow-up to ‘Pool balls and underpants’, because I just couldn’t move on without a smutty sequel. This can read as a stand-alone story, but it will make more sense why Bucky’s wearing Steve’s underwear if you read the first part. And besides, who doesn’t love reading sassy sexual innuendos from Bucky Barnes?

Also, I meant this to be short, and once again my imagination spiralled out of control, and here we are. I regret nothing.

Pool balls and underpants 

He’s startled for a moment, before a sly smile stretches across his face, and he whips around to follow, white socks slipping and sliding on the smooth tiles as he chases after you.

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Love Retreat (Part 1)

Summary: When you’re invited to a couples’ retreat at work, you say yes to avoid further embarrassment, despite being tragically single. When you tell your friends about the situation you’re stuck in, Bucky comes to the rescue, offering to pretend to be your boyfriend and also have himself a free vacation to the Cayman Islands. (Fake Dating AU)

Word Count: 2,150

Warnings: None.

A/N: I had to. The idea popped up randomly and I had to get it all down!

Originally posted by thosekidswhohuntmonsters

There was a sharp knock to the door of your office, knocking you out of your work daze and you looked up from your laptop, startled. Thor’s beautiful smile greeted you.


You shook your head, swallowing thickly as a beaming grin appeared on your lips. “No—No! Come in? What’s up? Something wrong?”

Thor shook his head and stepped inside, followed by the head of your division, Maria Hill. Your expression fell.

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Summary: Bucky and the reader are sharing an intimate moment when he accidentally reveals something to her. Or, Bucky Barnes wants a normal life.

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 4415

Warnings: Smut, this is rougher than I would usually write but I think it fits the story. It’s still not really rough though because I’m a softie. 

A/N: Basically just smut with a lot of feelings. I have a lot of feelings about Bucky Barnes okay? Anyways! I hope you like it! I’m not that confident with my smut writing abilities so please let me know what you think. Thanks for reading!!

His heart and soul are wrecked when he finds his way to their bedroom door. The apartment is dark and silent as a tomb but light is shining under the crack of the bedroom door. He can hear Y/N humming though. A quiet, happy tune. She’s waiting for him to come home.

Bucky’s soul settles just a little in his chest. His heart stops pounding quite so hard.

The door is pushed open quietly. She’s standing at the dresser across the room, organizing her jewelry and swaying along to her own small song. A cool breeze is coming in the open windows, New York City’s skyline visible beyond glass, lit up against the dark night sky.

Smooth skin disappears under silk shorts, his own t-shirt tucked into them. Her hair is loose and there are fuzzy socks on her feet.

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B-a-b-y, Baby.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1,5k

Summary: In where Bucky finds himself entirely flustered when you call him a term of endearment he has never been called before. Based on B-A-B-Y by Carla Thomas.  

Warning(s): literally all the fluff, domestic!fluff, Bucky being a sweetheart!

A/N: I felt bad for not having uploaded in a few days, and that I wouldn’t be able to upload the next chapter of Most Wanted today, so I found this oneshot in my WIP’s and finished it for you guys! Hope you enjoy this fluffy piece! also, yes I know I always use gifs from this interview, but can you blame me?

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Originally posted by rogerss

There had been a time where opening the front door to your apartment meant being greeted by an almost perpetual silence.

It meant hearing the echo of the door shutting long after you had entered and settled into the living room after a day of work and stared at the television for hours.

But those days were long gone, and with each step you took, you picked up the pace to reach home faster. The inevitable smile crept to your lips, and you had to suppress a giggle as your thoughts circled to what would be waiting for you at home.

Or rather who would be waiting for you at home.

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Safe with me (Epilogue)

Summary: When an unknown threat enters your life, protection is offered at the highest level. As Bucky Barnes comes into your life, the game changes, and you realise falling for the man tasked with keeping you safe is the last thing you expected.

Characters: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Bad language. Brief description of smut. Mentions of depression.

A/N: The end has arrived! This Epilogue is a complete homage to CHAPTER 1, so I suggest giving that a quick re-read before diving in. 

I am genuinely blown away at the reception this story has received - I never expected it and I’m SO grateful to each and every one of you. I’ve spent six months writing these characters and thinking daily about this story, and I’ll admit I’m feeling a little emotional about the end. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing.  


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Do Something Bad, Too - Part 4

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Summary: It’s like every single Alpha on the planet won’t rest until they’ve confessed their eternal wish for you to mother their children, and it’s getting old. Luckily, that’s a problem Bucky might be able to fix.

Warnings: language, a/b/o dynamics, nsfw content (aka orgasms)

A/N: its finally here! sorry for taking like 30000 years but i got there in the end! happy new year, happy holidays, i hope everyone is well and i hope you enjoy this part!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

When you were in the army, you decided that you would never, ever chose an Alpha as a mate. You were surrounded by the worst kind day in day out - and, sure, when you moved companies nobody knew you were an omega thanks to the suppressants, but that just meant they felt like they could say all their shitty opinions about omegas in front of you as if you wouldn’t be offended.

In your opinion, 99% of Alphas were pigs and had zero respect for you no matter how successful you were, or how many suppressants you took. The past few weeks, however, have made you seriously reconsider that percentile.

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Summary: Bucky and the reader have been together for a few months. She wants him to stay the night with her, but he’s reluctant. Modern!AU. Tattoo Artist!AU

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 5,252

Warnings: Smut 

A/N: This is written for my most lovely angel,Tanya @velvetofyourheart. Happy Birthday, Tanya, I hope you like it. <3 Also it was inevitable that I would name a story ‘Soft’ and I’m glad it’s this fic its used on. 

Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

“Hey, darlin’,” Bucky says without looking up when Y/N enters his shop as she has every evening since he opened the tattoo parlor.

She smiles at him, at the stands of hair that have escaped the low bun at the base of his neck, at the tattoos snaking up his arms and under the short sleeves of his black t-shirt, dog tags dangling from his neck. He’s penciling in a client, the desk phone pressed between his ear and his shoulder as he listens and writes.

She waits until he finishes the call, eyes trained on his heavenly mouth, before she looks up into his eyes and says, “Hi, baby.”

Bucky blushes when she calls him baby, ducking his head and causing a few more strands of hair to slip loose from his bun. “How are you today, sweet girl?” He asks as she leans into the counter, tracking his movements with a tender gaze. “Okay?”

“Doin’ just fine now that I’m with my favorite soldier,” she says, a cheeky smile in place. “Lots of clients today, love?”

He shakes his head as he turns away from her, pink staining his cheeks now. “Not too bad. You didn’t have to come over tonight, Y/N. I told you I’d be over when I was done here.”

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Death Do Us Part - A New Beginning (1)

Pairing: God of Death!Bucky Barnes x Mortal!Reader

Words: 2,6k

Summary: For centuries, the God of Death had known two things about mortals. One, they were his job, his to collect when their days came to an end, and two, they were obnoxiously odd beings. Their purpose ceased to make sense to him. Never did he understand why they created a life for themselves, why they loved, why they loved other mortals when they knew that none of it would last forever. It was nothing but sheer stupidity, but that was until he met you. A mortal unlike any other. A mortal that would make him question everything. A mortal that would teach the God of Death how to live.

Warning(s): None really, Bucky unimpressed with mortals maybe. 

A/N: First of all, a special shoutout to my girl @take-my-life-not-my-heart, this story idea was born because of her brilliant mind! This one’s for you boo! I’m excited about this series, I hope you guys will enjoy it as well! Lotta love to you all! I will try to have two chapters up per week for you guys! Also, do ya’ll see that wordcount??? Revolutionary for me, ;) 

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Originally posted by brolinjosh

For thousands of years, James Buchanan Barnes had ruled as the God of Death.  

The benefits that came with being the bearer of the title proved endless. From the tremendous respect, it earned him, to the inevitable pride that etched itself to his spine, carrying his head high whenever anyone addressed him.  

There wasn’t a God in the countless realms that didn’t know his name, or who he was. Wherever he found himself, he demanded attention that everyone willingly bestowed on him without a second thought.

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Typos (10)

summary: What happens when he texts the wrong number and suddenly there are memes and friendships involved.

warnings: swearing, a whole lotta dating


  • if you want more of Todd and Patricia: Typos Drabbles
  • This is my entry for the GORGEOUS @buckyofthemyscira‘s writing challenge!!
  • huge big shoutout to @sighodinson for being the best beta reader ever 

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

Previous Part - Part 9 || Typos Masterlist


You: oh my god his names is james something

You: i don’t even remember his last fucking name i’m so freakde out


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The Five Times You See Bucky Barnes Shirtless

Word Count: 3,408

Warnings: Slight smut.

A/N: Another re-post! :D 

The first time you see Bucky Barnes without his shirt, you almost drop the steaming mug of coffee you’re bringing into the lab. Tony has him sitting back on an examination chair and Bucky smiles at you before his face contorts in confusion. Your eyes are wide and you look like the literal personification of a deer in headlights.

“Hey, Y/N, are you okay?” he asks.

You nod, gulping thickly and adopting a nonchalant façade. You send him a smile. “Tony tinkering with your arm? Be careful with him, Barnes.”

He chuckles as Tony directs a glare at you before he looks down at your feet.

“Did you just drop half of your coffee on my pristine floors?” Tony asks, absolutely scandalized.

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Summary: Bucky is overprotective of the reader, who is pregnant with his baby. 

Pairing:  Bucky X Pregnant!Reader

Word Count: 2237

Warnings: worried Bucky

A/N: This was based on this drabble and this ask. It was too cute not to write and I’m totally open to doing another part to this if people have ideas.

When Bucky comes home one Saturday morning, back from his usual run with Steve, he expects everything to be normal.  

Normal used to mean slow radio music, pancakes and bacon, strong coffee, Y/N’s laughter, and happiness. Now, with a baby on the way, and a difficult pregnancy at that, it means quiet reading, lowly sung lullabies, soft blankets, and bed rest.

But when he opens the door he doesn’t find normalcy, he finds heart-stopping anxiety.

Y/N!” His voice cracks, heart beating against his ribs, panic punching him in the gut, nausea clawing at his throat. After everything he’s seen, everything he’s been through, the room before him is scariest thing he’s ever looked upon. “What do you think you’re doing? Get down from there!”

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A Thousand Versions of You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 2,2k

Summary:  When you speak the three magical words to Bucky, he begins questioning how you can love him when even he doesn’t know who he is and you make sure to tell him exactly who you love. Based on Nikita Gill’s poem “A Thousand Versions of You”

Warning(s): insecure Bucky, sad but sweet Bucky, angsty fluff if that’s a thing, feels!

A/N: written for the sweet Pia’s @abovethesmokestacks Summer Madness writing challenge! My prompt #21 - the Nikita Gill poem, and I hope you enjoy this little piece! thank you for your continuous support, I don’t quite know what I’d do without you! Also, guys I apologize if this isn’t up to par, idk I’m not a hundred percent satisfied! 

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Originally posted by n-barnes

Which me?”

A silence stretched around the living room, etching itself to the corners of your mind, clouding everything you were trying to piece together.

Your lips parted as you slowly shook your head to create a clear path in your mind as to what was happening in front of you. Your hand rested on Bucky’s thigh. His hand began trembling atop of yours when you couldn’t quite seem to understand what had fueled his response.

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Summary: You and Bucky get stuck together when his arm malfunctions

Pairing: Bucky x reader (because when do I write anything else, evidently)

Warnings: fluff. Fluffy fluff.

Words: 3000

A/n: I wrote more fluff because why the hell not?? It’s also longer than most of my fics and I’m pretty proud. Give me feedback pls!?!? Thanks, @movie-dates-and-choccy-shakes for convincing me to post this 💛💛


Originally posted by vintagefangirll

It was all calculated. Fast fists flying through the air, grabbing, kicking, pulling. You felt yourself falling and twisted, catching yourself and using the leverage to swing your legs out. He fell, but was up too quickly and threw a jab, missing your shoulder as you ducked and spun underneath, throwing your elbow into his stomach.

It was a Saturday afternoon and the compound was almost completely empty - all that remained were a few of the Avengers who had nothing better to do on a weekend, thus including you and Bucky, who were seemingly two of the most anti-social people in the entire world. You decided to spend a few hours training - usually a fun way to pass the time.

Short puffs of air escaped his lungs and you felt your own chest tightening with the effort. Your heartbeat seemed to pulse throughout your entire body. You could feel it in your fingertips. But you kept pushing.

He reached around your body, pulling you towards him, his metal hand tightening around your wrist as he prepared to throw you on to the padded ground. You braced yourself for impact - the ground may have been padded, but you still ended up with bruises after every training session. But the move never hit. You twisted, his arms were still gripping your body tightly, but you managed to see his face. His eyebrows were drawn together in confusion and his mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he wasn’t sure what.

“You alright, dude? You forget how to fight or something?” The music that had been pumping in the gym muted itself immediately at the sound of your voice, and you shot Bucky a quizzical look.

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