Summary: When you almost die in battle, a distraught Bucky - afraid of what will become of him if he loses you - decides to end things. But what happens when he loses his memory, only to end up falling in love with you all over again?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 1172
Warnings: Language? but none (yet)
A/N:SURPRISE (AGAIN)! Since I’ve had you all waiting on the edge of your seats for this, here’s your first taste of crtfy!! I hope this lives up to your expectations even thought its shitty af (Blade assures me its not but we know how I am) and please, let me know what you think!!
Request from anon:Would you be interested in writing a Bucky x Avenger!reader where someone in the group convinces everyone to go to a club and the reader surprises everyone with her outfit and suggestively dancing with someone and Bucky gets jealous, yanks the guy off her and takes his place? And maybe it ends in smut (implied or graphic, I’m good with either lol).
Note:Apologies for the delay in this post. Also because my mind has been all over the place lately can you please let me know if I forgot to add you to my perm tag list? Thank you! <3
Jealous!Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Very mild language, flirting and implied smut….think that is everything. Let me know if I need to put anything else.
Disclaimer: GIF used is one that I made <3
This was a stupid idea. A REALLY stupid
idea. It had taken you long enough to socialise properly with those you now
considered your family and now you were being dragged out of the tower…..to a
club no less! A club that had quite the reputation if you remembered correctly
and it wasn’t one you wanted to indulge yourself in either.
“Nat….I’m really not up for this.”
“You’re not getting out of it [l/n] so
don’t even try. I know there’s a party girl in there somewhere and I am
determined to bring her out into the open!”
“WE are determined to bring her out.”
Wanda’s voice soon sounded out from the other side of your bathroom door as she
waited along with Natasha for you to get yourself ready. “….and I know that
there is a little part of you that is excited about this….”
Summary: Bucky wouldn’t show his jealousy. But how long could he really last?
Bucky is a possessive man. Not that he’d admit it up front to anyone. Back in the 40s, he was this suave ladies man that could have had any dame he wanted, no questions asked.
James Buchanan Barnes couldn’t possibly show the world how much his heart screamed and how hard his fists clenched at the sight of his doll rolling her head back in laughter as this greasy hair, grubby-hands S.H.I.E.L.D recruit blurts out yet another one of those jokes Bucky couldn’t help roll his eyes at.
He let out a grunt, much louder than he normally would have. Seeing (Y/N)’s eyes light up as she sees him standing by the doorway, Bucky couldn’t help the smile creeping onto his face.
“Doll, do you want to head out for lunch?” Bucky asked, trying hard to look nonchalant at the recruit’s arm that was placed just a little too close to (Y/N)’s warm ones on the lab’s desk.
“I’m sorry Bucky. I’ve got to finish up here and get these mission reports to Agent Hill before she leaves for the day.” came (Y/N)’s reply, her eyes downcast, lips pushed into a small pout.
Seeing her expression, Bucky’s furrowed eyebrows relaxed, only to knit back together once more as he spots the recruit blatantly staring at his doll’s lips. That god-damn recruit even had the nerve to lick his own lips. You’ve got to be joking.
Bucky took a long stride and was just about to give the recruit a piece of his mind when he hears Steve walking into the lab, calling out to him.
“Hey Buck, head to the gym with me?” Steve asked, eyes glued to his phone in his hand, his other hand rubbing the back of his neck, looking slightly exasperated at what was on the screen.
He let out another short grunt to show his agreement, his pride getting the best of him. He couldn’t possibly show his best friend just how jealous he got over a dame. I mean, he is James Buchanan Barnes, the all-around ladies man.
The second time that ugly feeling of possession crept up his heart was when (Y/N) was lounging in the entertainment room. Her hair in a messy bun atop her head, body wrapped in a fluffy blanket and a thick book perched on her lap. She was quite engrossed in the novel, failing to notice when Bucky walked in.
Bucky leaned on a wall, an endearing smile on his face as he took in the sight. A small gasp escaped (Y/N) when she hit a particularly exciting part of the plot, causing Bucky to let out a soft laughter.
(Y/N) turned her head to where Bucky was and as their eyes met she squealed and attempted to untangle herself from the blanket.
“Bucky! You’re back! I missed you so much! No more week long missions for you sergeant!” (Y/N) said as she leaped in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist; finally free from the blanket.
He tightened his hold on her and buried his face into her hair and replied, “I missed you too doll. No more week long missions without you, I promise.” his deep voice muffled.
After a short while, (Y/N) released her hold on Bucky and grabbed his hand to lead him to the kitchen.
“Bucks I made you a plum pie! Actually… I may have made about ten. I mean I know its too much but I just couldn’t fall asleep without you next to me, I had to do something to keep myself distracted! I’ve cleaned every inch of our room, redecorated it and even rearranged all your Henleys by color…” (Y/N) explained, her voice getting softer by the second, a pink tint on her cheeks.
A rush of affection came to Bucky as he hears that she has missed him just as much as he missed her. He was about to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her in when he finally took notice of the oversized sweater she was wearing.
“Is that… is that Vision’s sweater?” Bucky asked, brows knitted, voice lower than (Y/N) was used to.
“Uhh, well yeah. I mean…” (Y/N)’s reply was cut short when Thor bolted into the kitchen, voice booming.
“Ah! Lady (Y/N)! Just who I was searching for! Could you make me some of those pop tarts we’ve had this morning? Just about six will do. I’m feeling a little peckish.” Thor asked, a casual arm draped on her shoulder.
“Oh wait! Is that a pie I see? I wouldn’t want to trouble you in that case Lady (Y/N)! I’ll just have some pie instead! Looks wonderful!” Thor continued, taking a slice of pie and setting it on a plate.
He then took the rest of the pie away with him, giving (Y/N) a loud thank you, leaving Bucky, (Y/N) and the one slice of pie in the kitchen.
If Bucky’s anger was mid-level earlier, it just got through the roof after Thor’s little pie-stealing stunt.
That block of wood of a God just had his arms on his doll’s shoulders, his face was barely an inch away from his doll’s face AND he took away the pie that his doll has made for him. He might have nine more whole pies but his doll made him ten and ten pies is what he shall have.
Bucky was just about to open his mouth to show her his discontent, he even prepared to pout for added effect. But just then, Nat sauntered into the kitchen greeting them both.
“Hey, Bucky! Hey (Y/N)! I’m just going to make myself a snack. Please just continue whatever it was earlier. I’ll make myself scarce.” she informed them, smirk evident on her face as her gaze fell on Bucky’s possessive form.
Once again, Bucky lost all the courage he’s gathered to show (Y/N) she belonged to him, with him. I mean which charming 40s sergeant would tell a dame that he didn’t like seeing her in someone else’s shirt. Not Bucky that’s for sure.
But the jealousy and possessiveness only got increasingly worse. Bucky even growled at a puppy that rubbed itself on (Y/N) feet.
Back in the compound, Bucky threw himself carelessly on the couch and he covered his face with his hands and let out a loud groan of frustration. (Y/N) sat on the couch and lifted Bucky’s feet up, placing it on her lap. She looked to the frustrated man, her face filled with concern and nervousness.
Bucky took his hands off his face and took in (Y/N)’s worried gaze. With new found confidence, he reached over and grabbed her hands, his metal arm curled around her waist as he hoisted her up, gently placing her on his lap.
Leaning his forehead on hers, he looked into her eyes and started, “Doll. Sweetheart, I just… I know this might sound ridiculously petty to you but… I’ve got to get it out of my system alright? Just… just promise me you won’t hate me okay?”, he took a deep breath and continued, “I’ve been jealous, okay? It’s just all these men hovering over you and I’m just this guy that somehow got lucky and got you as a girlfriend. I… I really don’t like how they lo-“.
You cut off his rambling with a peck on his lips and said, “Bucky, I’m sorry I made you feel so awful. I… I don’t notice people hitting on me because most of my waking moments are spent thinking about you. And I don’t mind people taking pies I’ve baked you because I know I’ll spend my whole life with you and I could bake you all the pies you want. Also… Vision’s sweater? That’s… that’s because the whole week when you were gone I wore your sweaters all day. I knew you were due to be back home so I threw all your sweaters that I’ve worn into the wash, hoping it’ll be washed and dried for you when you returned. I.. I didn’t want you to laugh at how childish I seem. I’m a grown woman that wears her boyfriend’s shirts all day because she misses him too much…”.
Both of your faces were flushed but at ease. It felt good to have shared with each other the feelings you were both trying to hide.
Deciding in that moment, Bucky lifted (Y/N) up and carried her to where the Avengers were. He strode into the room with her in his arms, all his teammates’ eyes were on him.
“Let me get this straight, guys. Don’t ever stare at (Y/N) like she’s a piece of meat. Don’t stare at her period. No lingering gazes. No wrapping your arms around her shoulders. Stop making her heat up your pop tarts or make you snacks and don’t ever go near the food she makes me.” Bucky listed out, voice serious and laced with determination.
The lot of superheroes had looks of shock and confusion etched on their faces, minds trying to process what just happened.
Finally letting out his piece, Bucky turned around and headed to his bedroom, (Y/N) still in his arms, her face a deep shade of red, buried into his shoulder.
Bucky finally understood he was not James Buchanan Barnes of the 40s, suave ladies man. He was not the charismatic and witty James Buchanan Barnes. He was (Y/N)’s James Buchanan Barnes, a possessive man with the world’s best dame in his arms.