Journal Entries

(A/N): You guys, my tumblr has been deleting my drafts somehow, so if you’ve sent in a request that I haven’t filled out yet would you please contact me and tell me so I can actually start to write it for you? Thanks! 

Request: omg maybe a Bucky x reader where she keeps a journal and forgets it open on her bed and Bucky sees it while looking for her and she’s written about him and she has feelings for him but doesn’t want to tell him because he needs time to heal but really he feels the same way? thank youuu x

Warnings: none

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms

Originally posted by annutystan

    “(Y/N)!” Bucky called into (Y/N)’s bedroom, searching for the Avenger. “(Y/N), we’ve got five minutes, Steve’s waiting on us!” But there was no reply. Bucky pressed his ear to the door, listening intently for any sounds of (Y/N) but alas there was none so where would the harm be in opening up the door and taking a look inside? 

   Bucky bit his lip as the door creaked open softly, cringing at the god awful screeching noise. It took him a few moments of tortuously slow movements but he eventually got (Y/N)’s door open, revealing the rather warm and cozy bedroom. He smiled softly at the feeling of their room, spinning around to take it all in. His eyes landed on a rather tidy bookshelf, filled to the brim with books. With an even wider smile he made his way to the shelf, running his fingers along the spines of the books as he stared at them in amazement. 

   After a few minutes of staring at their wide collection of books he turned to their desk, the small rectangular piece of wood placed neatly in the corner of their room. His fingers grazed over the papers they had on their desk, some of it papers for college, other sheets of music, some unfinished drawings, and what appeared to be a few pieces of writing. But what really got his attention was the small notebook, opened up perfectly to what appeared to be a new page. The date was today’s and Bucky could almost see the ink still glimmering on the page, meaning that (Y/N) had only abandoned their book not too long ago. He knew he shouldn’t look, after all it could be a diary or some personal information or- Without his own consent Bucky reaches towards the notebook, snatching it up as his eyes quickly scanned over the words. 

    Bucky’s mouth ran dry at the words, each one taking him back more and more each time. What his eyes were witnessing was most definitely not what he expected, never in a million years would he have expected this. 

   I think I’m in love with Bucky Barnes

   Bucky would be the first to admit that he was hopelessly in love with (Y/N) and he’d be foolish not to. His only problem was he didn’t know how to convey his more than large crush. He’d been rather emotionless for almost seventy years and now suddenly he was starting to feel again; he now knew what happiness was, Happiness was the look on Steve’s face whenever Bucky would remember something, He knew what pain was, Pain was what he felt whenever he’d wake up from a nightmare, and he sure as hell knew what anger felt like, but never in a million years did he think he’d feel love, especially like this. 

    Bucky sighed as he raked a hand down his face, trying to decide how to go about everything. So (Y/N) liked him back, that was great, that was everything he’d ever wanted, but rather than feeling happy like he’d hoped all he felt was anxious and scared. He should have been happy, he should have been rejoicing over the fact that despite all his flaws (Y/N) still loved him but he didn’t, instead he was worrying over why the hell (Y/N) loved him in the first place, or better yet why they hadn’t told him. 

   “Bucky? I heard you calling me and-” (Y/N)’s voice stops in the doorway as do they, their body frozen on the spot as they look at Bucky. “Oh my god Bucky, you didn’t read it did you?” (Y/N) gulps as Bucky looks down at the entry, running his fingers along the words. 

   “Um…I did?” 

   “Bucky,” (Y/N) sighs, burying their face in their hands. “Oh my god I’m so sorry, Y-You weren’t supposed to read that-” 

   “When were you gonna tell me?” Bucky asks as he slowly looks up from the book, making eye contact with (Y/N). 

   “Well…I wasn’t really planning on it…” Bucky’s lip twitches a bit as he asks another question. 

   “Why not?” 

   “You were still trying to get better for starters, I didn’t want to throw this sudden crush on you when you were still recovering from Hydra,” Bucky nods, slowly starting to understand their reasoning. “And I didn’t know if you could ever like me back…” 

   “(Y/N),” Bucky places the book back down on the desk before striding over to (Y/N), procuring a small smile as he does. “I don’t like you,” (Y/N)’s head darts up at this, staring up at Bucky with brokenhearted puppy eyes. Bucky merely smiles as he cups their cheeks in his hands, stroking over their cheeks tenderly. “I love you, I know it’s probably ridiculous of me to say but I really do and I have for quite some time but you’re right, I was still trying to recover and I didn’t know how to tell you much less describe how much I love you,” (Y/N) smiles up at him softly, their eyes twinkling with some form of adoration for him. 

   “Well, I think you just did,” Bucky smiles as he rests his forehead against (Y/N)’s, their lips almost grazing against each other’s. “Mind saying it again?”

   “I love you,” (Y/N) smiles wider, their breath right against Bucky’s own lips. 


   “(Y/N), I love you more than words can describe,” 

  “I love you too Bucky,” (Y/N) whispers. Bucky hums, allowing his hands to slip from their face to their waist, settling on their hips comfortably. 

   “So about that journal entry….do you really think my arm is an aphrodisiac?” 



Summary: Bucky hates one of your favorite songs but he just can’t seem to escape it.

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Female Reader

Word Count: 1000

Warning: Sliiiiiiiight smut and swearing.

A/N: It’s been over a month. I still have ‘Starboy’ by the weeknd on repeat. This morning at 2am, my brain decided to drop this baby. Enjoy :) The video was taken from Sebastian’s Instagram and the song is ‘Starboy’ by the Weeknd. I own neither of these, I just did the edit. Also, I should be writing Part 8 of Old Flame but here I am doing this. Oh well… C’est la vie!

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New Beginnings - Part 1 (Bucky x Reader)

Pairings: singledad! bucky x singlemom!reader

word count: 1.7+k

tagging list (the person that inspired me to write again): @bovaria

You were rushing as you took your six year old son, Isaac, to school. You and Isaac had woken up a bit late, and were rushing to make sure that he got to school on time since this week you were most likely going to have to walk him to school, since your car was in repair. You quickly fixed him up a breakfast to take with him, just to make sure that he will make it and although the school wasn’t far, you weren’t taking any chances on him being late again. Isaac was your pride and joy, sharing many physical similarities with you, such as your hair color, skin color, and many more, the only thing that he had in common with his biological father was his hazel eye color.

You were fine providing for the two of you, already used to the idea of being a single mother since the moment you told his father that you were pregnant. But you would be lying to yourself if you said that it wasn’t difficult at times, but it was well worth it if Isaac was happy. There wasn’t more that you could ask, since at least his father agreed for child support, but still it wasn’t easy, especially with time. You looked down at your son, seeing him munch on his peanut butter sandwich, as he bounced and kicked every leaf he could, being on the more energetic side of the spectrum. You really did question your parenting skills at times, but maybe you weren’t as bad as you thought. Isaac looked up, his hazel eyes meeting yours, as he smiled at you and offered you a bite of his sandwich, which you laughed and told him that you were fine.

You were holding onto Isaac’s hand, relieved that you weren’t as late as you thought, since parents were still dropping off their kids as you approached the school. For once Isaac was going to make it on time to school to spare. Just as you crossed the street Isaac quickly pulled away from you to run on ahead.

“Isaac, don’t run,” worried that he would end up falling, since although he was very wild he wasn’t the most careful of children.

You hurried your own pace trying to catch up to your six year old son, only to see him quickly embrace (more like tackle) a small brunette girl, almost sending her off balance. Isaac was so outgoing, never shy of doing anything once he sets his mind to it. It honestly makes you wonder where he got it from, because even if you weren’t too shy, you never had the valor to be outgoing like him. The little girl had a startled face as Isaac embraced her, making you worry that her parents were going to scold Isaac for almost tackling their child to the ground. You were opening your mouth to tell him to let go of her, but were interrupted.

“Brooke, you don’t have to be so shy” you heard a male voice say.

You looked up and were met with two beautiful icy blue eyes. You were taken back by the man in front of you; he had a warm smile on his face as he looked down at Isaac and what you guessed was his daughter. Your eyes were immediately drawn his left arm covered with tattoos forming a beautiful sleeve that complimented his strong arms. Dark brown hair that almost reached his shoulders was tucked behind his ears, but you could honestly say that his blue eyes were the most beautiful thing you have seen.

“I’m sorry for my son,” you said apologizing to the father that your little girl was hugging like there was no tomorrow.

“It’s no worries, although it’s a bit sad when Brooklyn more luck with people than her own father…and she’s only five,” he said jokingly, making you smile as well.

“Mommy, this is my best friend Brooke,” Isaac smiled as he let go of brunette who had eyes just as blue as her father.  

Brooke…the name was familiar to you; you smiled knowing that this was the Brooke that your son would talk your ear off when you picked him up from school. His only friend since he started this year and would always mention about inviting her over, but the timing was never right. Isaac had a bright smile as he presented you to her, the same one he had on when he talked to you about her. You looked down, your eyes meeting Brooke’s blue ones, and could already tell that she was beyond shy, complete opposite from Isaac. She was too shy to even return his hug, as her hands tightly held onto the straps of her Spiderman backpack. Brooke slowly looked up to her dad, a small tint of pink tinted on her cheeks.  

“Dad, this is my best friend Isaac,” she introduced her voice coming out so low that you could barely hear it. But her father heard it loud and clear, his smile getting brighter as he realized who your little boy was.

“So you’re the famous Isaac,” he said squatting down to be at eye level with your son. You don’t know why you found it nice that he got down to his height, unable to hide the small smile forming on your lips.  

Isaac nodded, not shying away at all, typical of him.

“well,” he said with a bright smile, “thank you for taking good care of Brooke, I know that she’s really shy and can’t make many friends, so I’m glad she has you by her side,” he said ruffling his hair, “Brooke talks about you all the time, saying that she’s glad you’re her best friend,” he said with a smile, earning him a small playful smack from his daughter, “ok she doesn’t talk about you all the time,” hoping to not embarrass his little girl any more. He brought his hands to his knees to help him stand back up. “Sorry for messing up his hair,” he said as he softly smiled and scratched the back of his neck, making you guess that maybe some of Brooke’s shyness stemmed partially from his father.  

“It’s no problem, by the time I pick him up from school, his hair is a lot messier than this,” you said with a reassuring smile, as you smoothed out his hair.

“Bucky,” he said with a smile.

“Pardon?” you said, wondering if you misheard something.

“Name’s James, but I like Bucky instead,” he said extending his hand to yours, seeing the look of confusion from what he prefers to be called, “James Buchanan Barnes,” he said with a bright smile, “this here’s Brooklyn Sarah Barnes”

“(full name),” you responded as you shook his hand, instantly feeling how warm and calloused it was, “and he’s Isaac Nathaniel (l/n),” Isaac already holding out his hand for Bucky, always the eager one to meet new people, “Buchanan? Don’t think I’ve ever heard that name before”

“I know, not the most common name, reason I go by Bucky instead,” he said with a smile.

“Isaac talks about Brooke all the time, it’s good to know that she has a patient kind friend, since I was told from the teachers that he is a bit too loud and energetic for the other students,” you said.

“Other kindergarteners find him loud?” he said with an uncertain tone, almost not believing it.

“Yeah I know, weird,” you said with an odd look, you looked over to your child seeing how he was talking to Brooke about who knows what, his hands moving everywhere as he told his story to her, and the shy girl keeping up with his fast speech. .

The bell rang, letting you both know that it was time for your children to get to school, you reached for your son, hoisting him up, to give him a kiss and tell him that you will be here to pick him up and told him to wait here for you if you were a bit late. You looked over at Bucky, and noticed that he was at eye level with his girl, bringing her in for a hug as he tickled her, loud giggles filling the air around you both, which made you smile too, as he explained that he’ll be right on time to pick her up.

Both children ran into school, seeing how comfortable they both were around each other, leaving you and Bucky smiling as they walked into class.

“Your son’s is adorable, he’s such a ball of sunshine, dad must be happy to have a son like him,” he said with a smile.

“His father isn’t really in the picture, haven’t seen him, since he found out I was pregnant,” you answered.

“Oh he left…I’m really sorry,” he said hoping that he didn’t offend you.

“Don’t, I spend a long time feeling bad about it, it was a better choice for everyone, he didn’t want kids and why would I make both our lives miserable if I forced him to stay. Besides we are doing fine by ourselves,” you said with a smile, hoping you weren’t coming off as rude “Brooke’s really shy, does she get that from you or her mom,” you asked.

“Most likely from me, since her mother isn’t in the picture either,” he said with a soft smile.

“She left you too,” you said not understanding how anyone could leave him like that.

“Uhh…sort of” he said scratching the back of his head seeing his eyes sadden for a brief second making you wonder if they had recently divorced.

You looked down on you watch seeing that you were going to be late if you didn’t start moving. You much like Isaac couldn’t be late either.

“Are you alright?” Bucky as most likely picking up on your small distress.

“Don’t want to be rude, but really better start walking to work before I’m late,” hoping he didn’t think that you just wanted to stop talking to him.

“Do you need a lift? I’m more than happy to take you there.”

“No I don’t want to be a burden, you most likely have somewhere to go as well,” he really was a kind man.

“Trust me, I don’t mind besides if Brooke finds out I let you walk, I’ll hear about it later. I can afford to be late, come on,” he said gesturing you over to his car.

You thought it over looking down at your watch, knowing even at your best pace you may not make it in time, and followed him to his car.  


Imagine: Steve Rogers and Winter Soldier are babysitting your child

Request from:  Anonymous

“I’m telling you, you’re doing this in a wrong way, Steve” Bucky exclaimed, rolling his eyes.

He and Steve were sitting in a house of their common friends, babysitting a little son of them.

Steve was trying to feed the baby using a little bottle with milk.
The problem was the liquid was cold.
Bucky sighed slightly, carefully talking the bottle out of Steve’s hand.
“Give it to me. He’s going to be sick if you’ll feed him with a cold milk!” brunette growled softly, putting the bottle into the pot filled with a warm water. “It shall has a room temperature.”

Steve grinned, looking at his friend.
“I didn’t know you know that much about children” he pointed out, smirking.

Bucky only gave him a gaze above his shoulder, checking the milk temperature with his finger.
“Nah. It’s just an instinct..” he explained shortly, walking back to the living room. He sat down next to Steve and handles the bottle to the blonde.

Steve took it and started to feed baby again. This time baby boy chuckled, waving his little chubby hands, trying to catch Steve’s fingers.
Bucky giggled softly, watching that scene.

When the baby was fed, Steve carefully patted boy’s back. Holding baby tight in his arms, Rogers walked to the kitchen to put the bottle into the sink.
Bucky stretched his back, leaning himself against the back of the couch.
Suddenly to his ear came a little sobbing. He looked at the side and noticed Steve, who was trying to calm baby down - little boy was crying now, greedily taking his breaths.
“Oh, come on Steve, sing for him!” Bucky smirked happily, watching as his friend walked upstairs to put baby to the cradle.


Later, in the night, Bucky has beem awoken by a loud cry.
Sleepy, he got out of the bed located in a guest room and he took his steps straight into a baby’s bedroom.
Little boy was crying aloud, a huge tears were falling down his cheeks.
Man, as carefully as he was able to, took child into his arms.
“Hey, baby boy..” he whispered in a soft voice of his. “Why are you crying?” Bucky gently grabbed little chubby finger to shake it a bit. It only caused a wave of giggles coming out of a little mouth of the boy.
Bucky couldn’t help but giggled too, starting to rock the baby and humming some Russian lullaby at the same time.

Finally, when boy fell asleep again and Bucky put him back into the cradle, he heard a soft voice behind his back.
“That was incredibly sweet.”

It was Steve. He was standing in a door frame, smiling brightly. Even in the dark, Bucky was able to see that sparks in on his friend’s eyes.
However he only nodded, smiling too.
“I’ve been telling you. It’s nothing more but instinct” brunette shrugged playfully, boxing Steve’s side before he left the room.

Author: Beast

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Imagine car shopping with Steve

“You sure you don’t want a classic car?” Your eyes wandered over to your boyfriend, who pursed his lips.

“I don’t think so, I was thinking some sort of truck,” he started to move toward the back of the car dealership lot, you jogged up to him and slipped your arm around his waist. He smiled and draped his arm around your shoulder, leading you around the lot. The two of you painstakingly looked over every truck the place had, you helped Steve with all the linguistics. and when a car’s sells men walked up to the two of you, you kindly told him that the the two of you were just looking. The man looked to Steve who shrugged. “You heard the lady.”

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