Warnings: swearing, reader being a lil of a bitch?
A/N: Sorry for taking forever, as always. I don’t even know anymore. Also, let’s see if you can find the reference in this chapterrrr. As always, tags are open
, ask in the box, though, not in the comments. Please.
Time seemed to slow
down as Bucky moved his lips against yours and fireworks were felt
instead of the usual beat of your heart.
You were a bit
shocked at first – stunned, really – but as soon as you
understood what was happening, your body gained control over the
situation: hands circled his neck, only to find your fingers tangled
in his chocolate-y hair, lips moving like both of your lives depended
on it, your body getting clooser to him. You were breaking free of
the pain Tyler caused you, you were soaring, you were flying.
And Bucky, oh Bucky.
He felt so amazing; he was being so passionate, holding you so
tightly, as if he feared that you could disappear…
As soon as it
started, it was over. James had barely pulled back, every exhale of
his becoming oxygen for you, and his forehead was leaning on yours,
blue eyes hidden behind his lids, as if he were still processing what
had just happened. And you would be a liar if you didn’t admit that
you were trying to do the same.
Then, you raised
your right hand to rest it on his left cheek, only to start talking,
barely in a whisper: “Bucky, why did you do that?”.
He had opened his
eyes by then and he felt like the dumbest man on the whole planet.
And, maybe, he said something that might make you think the same:
“Listen, (Y/N), I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, I was
trying to make you stop rambling and that seemed like the only good
option at the moment, so, forget this. I’m sorry”.
He might as well
have punched you on the nose, like he did with Tyler a few hours
earlier, it would have been less painful. In fact, for that lapse of
time during which you found yourself kissing the man you were
irredeemably falling in love with – yes, beacuse you were falling
in love and it was undeniable – you had hoped that Bucky had felt
the same emotions you did and this, what James had just said to you,
basically shattered your heart in a million pieces.
But you couldn’t
say anything other than: “That was stupid of you, really,” You
were honestly seething with anger, as if the day hadn’t been
already too hard on you, “You can’t just go around kissing
people. Couldn’t you have just called my name like any other normal
person woud have done?” Your chest was heaving and your face was
red, not only because of rage, but also because you felt humiliated,
embarassed and, mostly, rejected.
The man standing in
front of you seemed taken aback from your outburst and his mouth hung
wide open in shock. Of course, he didn’t mean whatever he had just
said to that beautiful, enraged being, but he didn’t know what to
say and when you presented yourself looking so small and pretty, your
hands unconsciously rubbing over you swollen belly, he couldn’t hep
himself from kissing you.
And, once again, he
felt at loss for words – and it looked like you weren’t going to
grace him anymore with your presence on that day, as you stormed
away, headed to your home – walking. Crazy.
come back, where are you even going?!” Bucky catched up to her,
trying to stop her. What was even the problem with you? Were you hurt
because of what he said? Were you actually angry because he told you
that he hadn’t kissed you because he felt something for you? He
selfishly hoped so.
“Hey, doll, what
was that?” He said, his hand on your forearm.
You didn’t lose a
moment to answer him - “I was just trying to go home? Why, can’t
I even do that anymore? Do you need to fucking babysit me for the
rest of my fucking pregnancy?”. You were so red by now, that Bucky
thought that you were going to combust and he found that a little
worrying. Your words were also hurting him, just a little bit.
And then, he tried
to quell his stormy thoughts and asked you the question that was
tormenting him: “(Y/N), are you mad because I only kissed you to
shut you up and not for…something…else?” He talked slowly at
the end, as if he were afraid to make explode a ticking bomb. He
hoped it wasn’t showing, but he was about to lose his shit and that
easily transformed into him becoming a sweaty mess; a drip of sweat
could be seen on the side of his forehead, as proof to what he felt.
You just squinted
your (Y/E/C) eyes and pointed your index finger at him, before
talking, having come up with an, hopefully convincent, excuse by now,
an excuse that just had to finish this “argument”. Because it
looked like Mr. Barnes was just too perceptive for his own – and
your – well being.
“Listen, you know
what, Mr. Know-it-all, perhaps I just hoped, for once, that a man
might have wanted to kiss me bacause I’m attractive, but that seems
to be something stupid, because since I got pregnant no one spared
even a single glance at me! What, am I that hideous?” You finished
your rant, almost screaming, and you hoped that he was going to
That was convincing
Well, I mean, it’s
not like you had completely lied. No, scratch that, you weren’t
lying at all, it had been months since someone had looked at you with
flirty eyes and Bucky telling you that he was kissing you just to
shut you up wasn’t a big ego booster, quite the contrary, that is.
Hearing that, he
felt like the most stupid person on earth and he just wanted to hug
you and kiss you and cuddle you ‘til you felt loved and beautiful.
But since he didn’t
think that that would have been acceptable, he went on using his
looked at him with sad, doe-like, eyes, “Doll,” he repeated,
“That is not what I meant, truly,” He got closer to you, in order
to look at the woman straight in the eyes as his hands were placed on
your cheeks – at that your lids shut - “You’re beautiful and
should never think less than that of yourself. You’re the most
beautiful, witty and intelligent woman I’ve ever known”.
His speech had been
short, but he tried to be efficient, in order to convince you of what
his eyes and heart saw you as.
You sighed then and
laid your head, along with your hands, on his firm chest (ohh la la,
you found your new pillow and you were honestly thiking about having
someone make a real pillow for you with the same shape and hardness),
only to take your head up and nod, not too convinced, but happy that
he had believed you, your love not coming up and now you were just
hoping that you could go back home and forget this whole, disastrous
“Buck?” You said
with a small voice, “Can you accompany me home, please?” You
looked up at him, still so near to you.
He smiled then and
stroked your cheek, thinking that he had quelled your self-esteem
issues and he nodded.
darling. Get in the car.” You obeyed, and as you put on your
seatbelt, while your friend entered in the car, you turned to him,
with hoping eyes, “Can we please get some Oreo ice-cream?” You
batted your lashes at him, lower lip out, all anger gone as you had
fooled him with your “lie”, but still sad at the prospect of not
having him for you.
Bucky looked at you
and smiled, while shaking his head, “Of course, babe, anything for
They drove off after
that, first buying you ice-cream (and pizza, because you were also
craving that) and then towards your own home.