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Someone to Love (part five)

Pairing: Bucky x pregnant!reader

Words: 1300+

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.

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Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe


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.


“(Y/N)! (Y/N), 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 believe you.


That was convincing enough, right?


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 words.


“Doll…” You 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 day.


“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.


“Of course, 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 you.”


They drove off after that, first buying you ice-cream (and pizza, because you were also craving that) and then towards your own home.


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