sebastian winter

Worth It

Prompt: reader twisted her ankle and Bucky helps her take care of the injury. One thing leads to another and… well just check the warnings.

A/N: Okay…. So something weird happened last night. I was just doing what I normally do which is look through my drafts and see if I can come up with something for my imagines and stuff which didn’t happen, sadly. Then I just opened a new draft for some reason and just began writing while my mind drifted off to some… things. Basically what I’m trying to tell you here is that I wrote smut.
Yes, I wrote smut and posting it will be my first time posting smut on this blog. I’m feeling kind of anxious about posting this because I don’t know if it’s any good. Either it’s so bad it’s hilarious, cringy or it’s actually something people can enjoy in a non humorous way. I mean I got a little erotically charged (college talk for horny (i love you if you get that reference)) while writing it but I don’t know if other people will. If you want to read it, go ahead and if you feel uncomfortable, don’t.
Feedback is appreciated, especially now since this is my first smut that I’ve posted. You don’t have to go into detail just tell me if it was well written or not, that’s if you want to, of course. I don’t want to force anyone to do anything they don’t want to do.
FOR THE PEOPLE I TAGGED!! I have no idea if you guys wanted to be tagged in smut posts too but hey, you don’t have to read it! I don’t expect every person to read every single imagine I post. Just skip this one if you feel like it.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Words: 5,622

Warning(s): SMUT, oral sex (both male and female receiving), cursing, unprotected sex (remember to wrap it before you tap it! Sex is cleaner with a packaged wiener. Don’t be a fool, cover your tool. Wrap your bate before you mate and all that stuff)


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Ocean Soldier (Part 1 out of ?)

(A/N): I literally have no excuse for this other than I love mermaid Bucky so

Summary: (Y/N) happens to come across a rather friendly mermaid

Warnings: none?


Originally posted by little-messs

   The sun was just barely rising, the beach was quiet, no birds about squawking, no children running around carrying greasy hot dogs, no music of beach goers, just you, the sunset, and the ocean. With a pleasant sigh you settled down onto one of the docks surrounding the ocean. 

   You pick up a pencil and begin to gently sketch the purple and pink hues of the sky, your pencil gingerly shading along the half orb you had drawn for the sun. You bite your lip in concentration, looking from your paper up to the sky and back down to your paper again. Every so often you’d switch colors, truly wanting to capture the beauty of the sun and sky- 

   A gentle slap of the ocean is what grabs your attention. Sure, waves had been rolling in all day, sloping against the wooden posts if the docks, or against boats or sea cliffs but this one sounded different- sharper perhaps? It was much more clear and concise, more like a smack than anything else. The kind of sounds you got when a fish was squirming to get back in the water. You perk your head up and look around but alas there was nothing to see other than the vast expanse of salty water. That’s when you hear it again- that distinct smacking sound only now it was louder, and perhaps a bit faster than the last smack. It sounded panicked or frenzied if you thought about it.

    You rise from your spot on the dock, looking around the docks and seashore to see where if perhaps there was any animal who had gotten stuck in some Plastic or perhaps just needed some help getting back to sea. Your eyes search along the shore, between the boats, even against the cliffs before circling back around. Your eyes don’t particularly catch on anything but your ears certainly do, the smacking sound comes again and again and again, each slap more panicked than the last and it was loud, much too loud to be far away and that’s when you realized the boats closest to you were so large that you couldn’t see behind them or over them and perhaps whatever creature was stuck was hidden behind one of those.

    You run to the base of the dock and to where the boats attach to the wooden planks and your eyes begin to search, scanning up and down the rows until you spotted something. And that’s when you see it, a gleam of silver in the purple sun, the scales of some fish as it struggles in a fallen net. Shit, you think to yourself as you run towards that particular dock, already dropping to your knees to help wrangle the poor creature free but what you see is most definitely not what you were expecting. Rather than some fish staring back at you with beady eyes you were faced with a man with rather large, beautiful shining blue orbs. 

   You stare at the mans face for what feels like forever before you snap out if your reverie, blinking lazily to clear your thoughts.

    “Oh my god,” you whisper as you suddenly come to terms with the fact that a man had gotten himself tangled in this net. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” The man doesn’t respond, he simply stares back at you with these giant almost pleading puppy dog- esque eyes.  "What happened? How did you fall in?“ You try some more questions but yet again the man doesn’t answer. He doesn’t respond with any words but some strange vibrations rattles the air and it takes you a minute to realize that this man is the one making the noise, a sad, almost depressed little whimper in his throat. "Okay,” you whisper as you lift up chunks of the net attempting to figure out how he was tangled. “Lets get you out of this,” You lift up the net as you pull it towards you but it gets caught on something, something almost triangular but almost soft when you tugged hard enough. 

   The man whimpers, reaching up Through the net to grab at your hands, silently begging you to stop. You comply, immediately stopping the pulling. But rather than focusing on getting the poor Man free your eyes are suddenly glued to something else, his hands. They would have looked like any other ordinary pair of hands if it weren’t for the fact that they were webbed and smooth, giving them a glossy like appearance. His nails came to sharp little points, like tiny little daggers attached to his flesh. You stare at his hands, half tempted to even touch them but suddenly the man starts up with his cries again, that low, depressed throaty noise that had your heart aching.

    “Oh god, I’m so sorry,” you whisper, attempting to get back to work. You twist and pull at the net at all sorts of different angles, trying to free the man but each attempt only brought you more whimpers and more squirming. 

   “Shit,” You whisper as you stop struggling against the net, slumping down onto the dock in defeat. The man looks at you with concerned eyes, his sad noises starting back up again. “I- I don’t know how to help,” You mutter weakly, your tone nearly exhausted at this point. The man whimpers some more, his clawed hands reaching to attempt to tear the net away from his body. “Wait- stop,” You sigh as you reach down to grab his hands, trying to stop him from causing any more damage. “You’re gonna cut yourself-” The man becomes more panicked in his movements as you grip his wrist only now he was attempting to yank his grip from your yours rather than the nets. “I’m not gonna hurt you!” You attempt to calm him but it was no use, he was struggling and he was struggling hard. With one hard tug your knees slip on the dock, pulling you close to the waters edge. In fact, you’re just about to let go when the man gives one final tug, pulling you into the water with him. 

   Immediately water fills your lungs and you’re damn sure you scrape your feet along something sharp because the pain shooting into your legs most definitely isn’t normal. You bob back up to the surface, gasping for water as you hack up whatever you had swallowed all the while trying to wipe the water from your eyes. You cough a little as some water bubbles into your throat and out of your mouth, spraying back into the salty abyss. The man goes rigid, staring at you in pure fear and shock, his blue eyes widening in surprise.

   “What the hell?” You deadpan, glaring at him with an angry gaze. “You could have killed me!” The man recoils just a tiny bit, those small whimpers bubbling in his throat again. You sigh as you paddle the water about you gently, keeping you afloat long enough to converse with this mysterious man. “I’m sorry- I get you’re probably stressed being caught in here but I’m just trying to help,” You give him what you hope looks like a sympathetic smile. “Can I try to help with the net?” You ask, gesturing to the offending material. The man looks at you and back to the net and back to you again, biting his lip in thought. 

   You can’t help but notice the way his teeth came to a perfect little point, just like his nails, like tiny daggers buried into his body. Sharp nails, sharp teeth, he wasn’t speaking to you, what the hell was wrong with this guy? But before your anger could bubble again the man nods, squirming just a bit within the water. You give him a grateful little smile as you paddle towards him, stopping just shy of his torso. The closer you got the more you realized just how beautiful this man was, with baby blues and stunningly dark hair, not to mention a strikingly strong jaw line and amazing cheek bones. Even with his strange hands and teeth you couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit attracted to him. 

   “You’re not gonna try to drown me are ya?” You ask only half jokingly, the other half completely meaning the question. The man looks at you with those damn puppy eyes, shaking his head softly. He almost looked offended by the question if you thought about it but you didn’t have time to gawk at his face, you had to help free him from the net. With a determined albeit hesitant smile you reach out to gingerly work the net away from his chest, trying so desperately not to brush your fingers over his milky skin. 

   You gulp as you reach up, slowly but surely freeing his head from the net. It’s then, with your fingers grazing along his neck that you notice something, three small cuts along either side of his neck, pulsating as you moved your fingers along. You can’t help but stare at them, perhaps out of morbid curiosity, your eyes glued to the pink flesh of each cut. If you truly thought about it they actually looked like gills of some sort, just like the ones of fishes your father had brought home all those years ago. The man squirms, making some noise in the back of his throat under your intense gaze. You snap out of your trance again, electing to ignore the strange cuts until you freed the man from the net. 

   “Almost done,” You whisper as you let the top part of the net fall in front of him, all you had to do now was free his legs and- The man reaches down with his own hands- webbed might you add- and rips the remaining net to shreds, nearly ripping it from his legs like some animal. There’s another smack of water and suddenly the man disappears, completely gone after the water calms. You look around, twisting your body to get a good look around but alas you found nothing, not even a trace of the net he’d been confined in. Sure, you thought this was rather strange but you dismissed it as the chill of the freezing water began to set in. You give one last look to the ocean before climbing back onto the dock, shivering within your skin as you meander back to your art supplies. 

   Your clothes had been soiled by the water and you were freezing, the sun was far too high in the sky to sketch now and thus your morning had been slightly ruined. With an unhappy little sigh you bend down and pick up your supplies and shoes before making your way back towards land, shuffling as water pooled from your shorts. 

   You wince as pain spreads throughout your feet and something wet slops below you. You look down, grimacing when you noticed the thick red liquid oozing from the bottom of your feet. Guess you really had cut yourself on something. You mentally curse yourself as you limp towards land, most definitely not looking forward to going home and having to clean your wounds up. Grumbling angrily to yourself you waddle onto the sand, nearly yelling in pain as the sand seeps into your blood. God, is this what you got for saving someone’s life? Next time, you begged the universe to remind you to never help someone out again. You stomp as best as you could to your car, an angry cloud of hate brewing over your head. In fact you were in such a bad mood that you failed to realize a certain man staring at you from a few miles in the sea. 


    The next day you tried the shore again, this time picking a different dock to sit on and sketch from. This time you picked on closer to shore, just to be on the safer side and once you had gotten comfy you began to sketch, hoping to complete your picture today but when you had only been drawing for five minutes you were suddenly interrupted. That telltale smacking sound resounded around you and all of a sudden an almost familiar head of black hair bobs above the water, only the man’s eyes and nose visible. 

   “Have you come to drag me into the water again?” You ask, a hint of smugness to your tone as you look back down to your drawing, completely dismissing the man. The man shakes his head, a look of remorse crossing his only visible features. “Are you ever going to talk to me?” You ask, suddenly setting down you art to look at him. “I saved you, you nearly killed me, and I don’t even know your name,” The man looks up to you then to your pencil and sketch pad. You follow his gaze, your own landing upon the pencil and paper. “Do you want to write it down?” You ask, the man nods and suddenly he bobs from the water, resting his elbows upon the dock as you hand him a piece of paper and the pencil. He quickly jots down a few words before handing the paper back to you. 

   James Buchanan Barnes

   You smile at his choppy hand writing, it was cute if you really looked at it. “James?” You question, looking  at his name again. The man reaches for the pencil and the paper, quickly jotting down a few more words before handing them back to you. 

   I like Bucky better 

   You smile even more, nodding. “Bucky it is then. So uh Bucky-” You test the name on your tongue, allowing the taste of it to settle in. You liked it. “Any reason you’re using up all my paper?” You joke but the look of regret that crosses Bucky’s features has your chuckling coming to a stop. “I’m sorry, I uh- I didn’t mean to offend you or…” You trail off as Bucky grabs the pencil and paper again, proceeding to write out another message. 

   I’m sorry, I can stop using your paper if you’d like me to

  “No, no!” You quickly say, “I was just giving you shit, I really don’t mind,” Bucky looks at you for a moment before looking back at the pencil in his hand. 

    You really don’t?

   “I promise,” You smile at him, hoping the small gesture reassured him. Bucky smiles, a small quirk of his lip is all, but it was a start. “So…you really like the water huh?” You ask, chuckling awkwardly at your own question. Bucky apparently doesn’t seem to notice as he nods, looking down to the water almost fondly. “Even after the whole…” You wave your hand, coughing a bit as you allude to the incident the previous morning. “The whole net thing?” Bucky’s brow creases as he reaches for the paper, quickly jotting something down before handing it back to you. 

   I’m sorry I dragged you in, I was just scared is all

   You smile once more, his words alighting something within your heart. “It’s okay, nothing I couldn’t handle,” Bucky nods, his eyes wandering about the scenery almost lazily when suddenly his eyes land on your bandaged feet. You’d gotten home, cleaned the deep cuts out and went in to get stitches and now here you were again, sitting in the same place that gave you the cuts. Bucky pouts as he reaches out with a webbed finger, gingerly running his nail along the white bandage. 

   “Be careful,” You warn softly, not wishing to startle him. “It’s uh- it’s pretty sore,” Bucky pouts as he reaches out for the paper and pencil again, quickly jotting something down before shoving it towards you. 

   What happened?

   You bite your lip, contemplating whether or not you should tell him what exactly you had done. “Um, I just cut them up a bit, it was a complete accident,” You add, hoping he didn’t suspect you had cut your feet when you fell in. Bucky nods, reaching out again to run his clawed fingers along the bandage. 

   “Buck?” You ask hesitantly, biting your lip as you stare at his hands, his very strange, not at all human like hands. The man hums, a low purring like sound issuing from the back of his throat. “Can I uh- Can I ask a question?” Bucky nods as he pulls away a bit, resting his folded arm on the dock to keep part of his body up out of the water. "What’s with the hands?“ You gesture to his, specifically to the webbing. Bucky looks at his hands, a sudden blush rising to his pale skin. He quickly hides his hands under his arms, hiding his face in the flesh part of his elbow. 

    "I’m sorry,” to attempt to backtrack, already feeling horrible. “I didn’t mean to make you feel embarrassed, they’re just different from mine, see?” You hold a hand up, showcasing your short, trimmed nails and most definitely not webbed fingers. Bucky poked his head up a bit, looking at you with uncertain eyes. His piercing gaze then falls to your hand, the blue orbs scrutinizing each finger as he stares. He cocks his head to the side as he studies it, almost with a childlike curiosity.

    He gently shifts his arms, hesitantly pulling his hand out from hiding an slowly but surely raising it to yours. It even felt different, it was slimy, practically clammy against your own but it wasn’t unpleasant. He studies the two hands together, pushing his fingers against yours only to pull them back again, he looks at his webbing and then yours, studying his webbed hands almost distastefully. He then moves onto the nails, studying your small stubby ones and then his long, jagged ones. He hums softly, cocking his head to the other side as he places his fingers between yours, watching the way they only went so far due to his webbing. He was studying you like he’d never seen another human being before and at this point you were starting to think he hadn’t…

Accidents Happen *** Part 4/??

Summary: The reader and Bucky have been very close friends, best friends if you will, since they were young. Even now that they are finally in their last year of college, the two are still tied to the hip. When Bucky stops at her house after partying a little too much a secret is revealed. Will this secret bring them closer to tear their friendship apart?

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Peggy (Mentioned)

Warnings: Angst, language (the usual)

Word Count: 1970

A/N: SO… this is definitely not a drabble so we’ll just call it a mini-series! Anyways… Good luck… that’s all I’m going to saw… Have fun!

Series Masterlist - Part 3 - Part 5


Your lip quivered as you lifted a ball fisted into the air. You breathing was fragile, short and quick then deep and slow. You knocked on the door, the feeling of the coarse wood ridges beneath your knuckles leaving behind a slight red mark on your skin.

Thoughts ran through your head like a rampage, creating the worst scenarios and trampling down any positive ones that had stood in their way. Your face contorted into an expression of anxiety. “This was a bad idea. I-I can’t do this.”

As you were about to turn around and pretend as if you had never come in the first place, the door opened. “Hey.” Bucky’s lips curved into a charming smile. He didn’t even have to try. Dammit Bucky! You literally make this so damn hard.

“Hello?” Bucky sang, dragging out the ‘O’ as he waved a hand in front of your face, “Earth to (Y/N).” Your eyes widened as you sucked in a breath, “Yeah… Uhm, sorry. Can I come in?”

Bucky’s eyes lit up as a laugh fell from his lips, “Yeah. Steve went out with Peggy just a while ago.” You flashed a smile as you sat down on the sofa in front of the T.V.

You looked around the apartment. It was a typical men’s apartment. Decked out in sports team merchandise and pizza boxes littering the table that was set in the dining area along with a few empty beer bottles.

Bucky stepped into the kitchen, grabbing himself a beer and a glass of water for you. “I know how much you hate beer. So I saved you from having to force it down.” He winked sarcastically. “Oh! You greedy bastard. What? Scared I’ll drink your whole supply?” You mocked, snatching the beer from his hand as he was about to lift it to his lips.

Bucky dropped his arm as he squinted at you. “That was the last one.” Bucky stuck his bottom lip out, whining as you took a sip from the bottle. You handed it back to him, your face scrunching up as you felt the burning sensation in the back of your throat as you gulped down the alcohol.

Bucky licked his lips as he took the bottle from you. He smirked, his eyes gleaming with pride, “That’s what I thought!” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at your best friend. Your smile fell as you came to the realization of why you were here in the first place.

This obviously didn’t go unnoticed by the man sitting just beside you. Bucky moved to sit closer to you. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Bucky cooed, as he stared into your eyes and searched for an answer. Although, he was sure he already knew.

“It’s me. Isn’t it?” His smile was gone by now. You hated when he wasn’t wearing that stupid smirk or when those perfect teeth weren’t on display for the world to marvel at. Your mouth fell open as you tried to find the words you wanted to say so desperately. Where do I even begin to explain this? You thought as you fiddled with your thumbs.

“(Y/N), I’m begging you. What did I do?” he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he waited for you to say something, anything.

“Bucky, I… I don’t…” you ran a hand through your hair as you let out a sigh. “You don’t what? You don’t trust me?” Bucky gaped as his forehead furrowed, “(Y/N), I’m your best friend. Why are you hiding this from me?”

You flinched as he shouted. Yes, you had seen Bucky angry and the two of you had gotten into arguments in the past but he had never raised his voice. It definitely scared you, but at the same time, it enraged you. “Of course, I trust you! I’m just… I’m trying to figure out how to say this, Bucky!” You stood up as you barked at him.

Bucky did the same, laughing sarcastically as he gritted his teeth together, “That’s not what it seems like. Seriously, (Y/N)? You’ve been avoiding me all day. I know you don’t want me to know what the hell I said last night.”

You scoffed as you crossed your arms over your chest, “I have not been avoiding you! I promised Nat earlier this week that I would study with her. For fucks sake, Bucky! I came here right after. We didn’t even study before Clint came and swept her off her feet!”

“Don’t bullshit me. You were quick to get out of the apartment this morning and race off to class.” Bucky fumed with anger. His jaw clenched as his eyes appeared glossy. He was fighting back tears. Whether they were from anger, hurt or stress, he didn’t know.  All he knew what that he didn’t want to lose you.

“I had class! I’m paying for these classes! I can’t just do whatever I want!” You pinched the bridge of your nose. You paced around the living room of the apartment.

“Why won’t you tell me?” Bucky spoke softly, “Damn it, (Y/N)! I’m freaking out, okay?” Your eyes met his and you struggled to fight back the tears that began to run down your cheeks.

You let out a quiet whimper as you brought your hands up to your face to wipe away the fallen tears.

Bucky’s face fell into a look of fear and worry, “Doll… I’m-“

You shook you head, “No, Bucky. I’m afraid. I’m terrified. I want you to know. I want you to remember so fucking bad!” Bucky took a step towards you, “Then tell me. Please.”

You sank your teeth into your bottom lip to stop the trembles that were falling from your lips. “I don’t know how to!” Bucky pursed his lips together. “Just scream at me whatever it takes.” He pleaded.

You looked anywhere but him, “I’m horrified that if I tell you that you’ll leave me. I can’t lose you Bucky! You’re my best friend. You’ve been my best friend since we were younger. You’ve been a part of my life for so long that if you were gone… Bucky, I don’t know what the hell I would do!”

Bucky put his hands on your shoulder, “I don’t want to lose you either. I can’t lose you.”

“Bucky… you have to promise me something.” You said sternly, sniffling before you looked into his eyes. “Anything.” He nodded, desperate to solve everything.

“If I tell you, I’m going to walk straight out. You can’t come after me.” You forced a smile. Bucky’s eyebrows rose, “W-what? No! That’s stupid. I can’t do that! (Y/N) I’m not go-“

“Promise me.”

Bucky stared at you in disbelief as he slowly nodded, “Okay. I promise.”

“And don’t you dare interrupt me!”, Your breathing was shaky as you closed your eyes, heart racing out of our chest.

The brunette smiled tightly. He knew he would chase after you. He’d follow you anywhere, as cheesy as it was. You were the only stable thing in his life. He wasn’t going to let you go now.

You opened your eyes as you began to speak.

“I-I remember when I had my first heartbreak. I was thirteen years old. You were fourteen. I remember I had run out of the school, tears in my eyes. I sat down on the stair that led into the building. You came right after me. I was a sobbing mess and you took my hand, holding me close as you whispered sweet nothing into my ear. Trying to make me laugh every occasionally. It always worked.” You chuckled at the memory while Bucky smiled.

“You have always been there for me. Every heartbreak, every time I was upset, you were by my side. I don’t know where I would be without you. I’m so scared that I’m going to lose you Bucky. It didn’t take me long to realize it, but… I love you, Bucky. I’m so in love with you. James Buchannan Barnes. You stole my heart.”

Bucky’s smile had faltered by now and you were so sure he was freaked out.

“I have been in love with you for so long. Ever since we were just two kids in Brooklyn, but I just don’t want to lose you. You mean everything to me and a world without you, without my best friend, my first love, isn’t worth living in. I didn’t want to tell you because I was afraid that… if you knew you would freak out and leave me behind. You came in and I don’t think I’ll ever forget what you said.”

Bucky’s heart was racing. I said something stupid, didn’t I?


Bucky eyes were closed as his smile grew, “I can’t get her out of my head, man. It’s like a curse. Why does she have to be so damn perfect?” Your heart dropped as you hoped that he was talking about you. Why would he though? It wasn’t like he was wasted off his ass. He knew you were there with him. Bucky snickered as you took the glass form his hand before he lost his hold around it. “I have to tell you a secret.” Bucky’s eyes were barely open as his gestured for you to come closer, until his lips were pressed to you ear. “What is it, Buck?” You were smiling as he grinned like he was the happiest man on earth. He pointed a finger at you with a stern look, “You have to promise you won’t tell (Y/n).” You rolled your eyes, your heart pounding out of your chest. You shook you head, “Buck… I’m here.” He pressed a finger against your lips, “Don’t tell (Y/n).” You shook you head, “Bucky. Seriously I’m right h-“ Bucky clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling your protests. He wore the biggest grin on his face. If he weren’t drunk, you’d smash you lips to his. “I can never seem to get away from her. Everywhere I am, she’s there. It’s a damn curse.” Your heart sank to the floor as tears welled up in your eyes. “Why does she have to be so perfect to me. I mean I know she’s not flawless but what the fuck? Is she trying to kill me? Steve, I’m so love with her it hurts. She literally all that’s on my mind! It’s insane! I can’t handle it anymore. Ever since the day I met her, I knew I was screwed. She was just so happy and pure… I knew I was gonna fall for her. I don’t know what to do… I’m going to go to sleep. That’s what I’m going do!” Bucky snorted, his eyes giving up on staying open. “I’m going to… I’m going to k- “


Bucky’s jaw fell slack.
“You said you loved me… I just I don’t want it be something you had just rambled about. I want you to have meant it but… I understand if you don’t. It’s okay.” You sniffled as you looked away from the man standing a few feet in front of you.

He was staring at you, his mouth hung open. He wanted to say something. He needed to. If he didn’t he knew he would screw this up.

“I-I have to go.” You whimpered as you turned to head out of the door, leaving a dumbfounded Bucky behind.

Bucky blinked a few times, processing the events that had occurred just moments ago. He squeezed his eyes shut before he groaned, “Fuck it.” Bucky ran out of the apartment, the only thing on his mind was you. By the time he had left the building, you were nowhere in sight. “Damn it!” He growled, tugging at his brown hair. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Please pick up. Please.”


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Our True Love - Chapter 6

A/N: Bucky doesn’t appear in this one but he is mentioned. But, still it helps with the storyline a little. Thank you for those who have been following my series! I really appreciate it. Please enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think! (Sorry in advance for any grammatical errors in my stories!)

Previous Chapter(s): Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: None
Word count: 2,086
Summary: Reader and Bucky doesn’t get along well after his marriage to Rosaline. Will her friendship with Bucky last or will they crumble and fade?

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“Why should I give him another chance, Y/N?”

Rosaline’s angry voice echoing in the shop. I look around at the other people there, hoping they would just go back to continuing their own work. I watch Rosaline sip on her cup of coffee.

Bucky had left early in the morning of the day after. He left a note saying “I’m sorry, Y/N, but thank you.” on my coffee table. I tried contacting him, but he didn’t pick up his phone. He must be crashing at Steve’s since Steve returned from his mission that morning too. I asked Rosaline to meet up two days later since it is my day off.

“Bucky really cares for you, Rosaline. You know that. He didn’t mean to do that to you.” I plead with her. She looks at me with her angry brown eyes.

“The nerve to accuse me of cheating! I’d never. He embarrassed me in front of my friends. I never want to see him again!” She folds her arms over her chest. I let out a sigh.

“Yes, it’s fine to be mad at him, but really to the extent of that? You know the things he had gone through in the past, right?” I say while holding onto my cup of coffee.

“The past in the past! He needs to learn to accept what happened to him and get over it. I did when he saved me from HYDRA seven months ago!” She is still raising her voice.

If I could, I want to crawl into a hole and hide out. I know she’s not angry at me, but the attention she is attracting is enough to make me want to crawl inside of my own self and disappear. Keep your voice down, woman.

“Besides, he’s a man. He should be strong and learn to be in control of his own mind again.” She says while looking down at her cup. That statement made me furious. If I could, I’d love to strangle her for treating Bucky like this.

“Rosaline. It’s not a matter of him accepting the past or not. It’s the matter of his mind being a wreck. You kept his mental status stable as Winter Soldier. But now he, as James Buchanan Barnes, lives with the pain of memories of his past. Memories of crimes he doesn’t remember committing as himself.” I say gritting my teeth. She has the right to be angry, but to bash on Bucky’s condition is too much.

“I don’t care. If he doesn’t get his mind fixed, then I don’t want to see him.” I can see tears in her eyes as she looks away. She wants to help Bucky, but doesn’t know how. It’s not like she has the tools and machines she had before.

I clench my fists together, feeling the anger heating up inside of me. So much for being his wife. This is what happens when you rush into something so quickly without thinking first. Then, a memory of Bucky’s tears from the other night comes flashing through my mind. I take a deep breath to calm myself down.

“Rosaline. I ask you to please consider Bucky’s feelings. He is an emotional wreck who needs the support of others to stay on his feet. He says he can manage on his own, when really he can’t.” I plead with her again. Rosaline looks at me, her eyes staring right into mine.

“Please, for Bucky. He needs you.” I say feeling the sadness replacing the anger. I don’t like seeing Bucky upset. It really is painful.

“And you? Don’t you both have some kind of history together?” She asks straight on. I blink before backing away onto the back of the chair.

“Not… so much of a history. We… we’ve only been friends.” I answer. She leans forward on the table.

“Just… friends?” She asks again. I feel a lump growing in my throat. Not from the fear, but from how painful that reality is. But right now, I’m more concerned about Bucky than anything else.

“Yes. Just friends. I’ve just been there for him most of the time.” I answer again, not showing the hint of my voice shaking.

“It makes me wonder why he comes running to you instead of Steve the other night. He usually does when I kick him out.” She crosses her arms over her chest again. I raise an eyebrow. Steve was out during a mission four nights ago. But to my surprise, apparently, it wasn’t the first time Bucky got kicked out by her.

“S—”

“What did you both do that night?” She asks. A sense of fear wraps around me at how darkly she is staring at me. But I brush that feeling away. We were innocent anyways.

“Nothing happened.” I answer truthfully. She keeps her gaze on me.

“You’re lying.”

If there’s one thing I hate, it is being called a liar. I stand up, reaching over to her shirt and pulling her up to look at me properly. I have to admit, the sudden fear in her eyes was satisfying.

“If you are trying to accuse Bucky of cheating on you. You are dead wrong. You haven’t been the proper wife he deserves. Who turns away from their husbands the second he does something wrong? You stay there and you support him through it all. Not run away and kick him out. What kind of a wife are you? I thought you were a gentle and kind woman, Rosaline.” I say darkly at her. She looks at me, still with a hint of fear and anger mixed together.

I didn’t care how many eyes were on us now despite what I felt earlier. I wanted to get my point across. I push her back down onto the chair before picking my bag up and getting ready to leave.

“Think again about Bucky, Rosaline. You both share a history in HYDRA together. You should understand better than anyone else of how cruel things can be there. When you do remember, then you’ll be able to find the heart to help Bucky again. You have no idea what kind of pain he’s going through.” I say. I can feel Rosaline’s eyes staying on me as I make my way out of the shop.

Even though I left in such a cold manner, inside, I was beating myself up.  

How can I do that to Rosaline?? I’ve never done anything like that to anyone. Oh gosh. I want to run back inside and apologize to her. But then again, if I didn’t, she probably wouldn’t think twice about Bucky’s situation. It was the right thing to do.

Tough love.

I sit on the park bench with a sandwich in hand. I watch the little kids play on the field with their parents watching them or sitting on a picnic blanket. After meeting Rosaline earlier that morning, I needed to air myself out. I don’t like being angry at people to the point I would lash out at them.

I toss the crumpled up paper into the bin.

That night had been so painful to see how broken Bucky was. I wanted nothing but his happiness. I wanted to see him smile again. I wanted to hear his laugh again. I just want the James Buchanan Barnes that I know back. So, this morning was my chance to help him out with Rosaline. I hope she does do the right thing to help Bucky.

The browning leaves and cold breeze are giving me a sense of peace within. I walk down the path of the park, listening to the leaves crunch up under my shoes. So satisfying.

I pass over a particular bench where Bucky and I used to sit on one winter morning after returning home from a trip together.

Just friends.

The words ring out in my head. I laugh to myself and run down the path since I was alone. I dash down that path until I reach to the fork. I stop by a lamp post and hold onto it as I catch my breath. I laugh again loudly to myself, feeling my cheeks growing cold from the tears on my face.

I slide down onto the patch of grass, laughing and crying at the same time. Emotions swirling around in my mind. Was I still somehow in love with Bucky? Is this why I was doing all of these for him? Sacrificing my own feelings to see him happy? I wanted to see him smile and laugh.

But who is that person making him smile and laugh? Is it not myself that I imagine making him laugh? Is it not myself that I imagine holding him at night when he gets his nightmares? Is it not myself that I imagine spending the rest of his life with?

I don’t know anymore. I hit the back of my head against the lamp post while taking a deep breath.

“Y/N?” Richard’s voice calls out from behind me. I turn to look at him. He’s with another man next to him. Equally beautiful and fashionable man. I wipe the tears away quickly before getting up.

“Richard. I didn’t know you are here.” I say while approaching him for a hug. My voice is a little shaky, but not enough to tell that I had been crying. He returns the hug a little nervously.

“Yeah. I was just taking a walk with Harry. Harry, this is my friend, Y/N. Y/N, this is my photographer, Harry.” He points towards the man. Dark skinned, curly short hair and glowing brown eyes. This man looks like a model himself. Jawline, neck and shoulders a little sexier than Richard’s. I smile and shake his hand.

“Hi, Harry. I’m Y/N.” Harry gives me a shy smile before nodding.

“What’s good, Y/N?” He says. His voice was deep.

“So I assume you took the modelling job, then?” I nudge Richard’s arm gently before turning to look at Harry. He laughs and nods.

“I did. You promised a celebration, no?” He asks while looking at me. I nod.

“Yeah. How about a nice dinner at a restaurant of your own choice?” I say before looking at Harry. “And you should come too, Harry!”

“That would be cool.” Harry answers back, nodding at me. Richard smiles.

“Okay, well, Crissie’s then?” Richard says pulling the sleeves of his sweater down a little.

I nod while exchanging glances between them. When I finally realize that there are actually two beautiful men standing in front of me, I blush. My mind was so clouded from before that I didn’t process this situation right now.

“When?” Harry’s deep voice shaking my core a little. So attractive.

“Wednesday night?” Richard suggests while looking at Harry then at me. I nod quickly. I feel really small among both of these men. And Steve and Bucky are the ones given the serum to turn into such beasts themselves.

“Wednesday night it is!” I say.

“We’re about to get lunch. Want to join us?” Richard asks, slipping his hands into his pockets. I shake my head.

“I had lunch. I’m about to head home. I’ll see you on Wednesday though.” I say before giving him a thumbs up. I’m channelling out my cheery attitude to throw off any suspicions Richard might have when he saw me sitting by a lamp post earlier when there’s a bench just a foot away from me.

“Okay, I’ll see you then, Cherry.” Richard leans in to kiss my cheeks again. I blush and wave at them when they make their way down the path again. I yelp inside happily watching the way they walk. Truly beautiful men.

I let out a sigh, making my way back home. I pull my sweater a little tighter around my body. The wind is giving me chills. I remember to the night again. How Bucky held me tightly in his arms. It felt like he was afraid that I would disappear from him if he didn’t. But he was the one that disappeared that morning.

I look up at the clear sky, stopping in my tracks momentarily. I want to make Bucky happy again. I want to make him shine again. That’s all that I’m really sure of right now. When everything is cleared out and returned back to normal, then I’ll deal with my own feelings.

Who knows I may even find an answer for myself after it all too.

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A/N: Not so much happened in this one. I’m sorry for those who expects a little bit more of Bucky. Next time there will be Bucky, I promise! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Inbox me if you’d like to be tagged in my series! Thank you for reading! Guys, again, thank you for all the likes, reblogs and comments. You have no idea how they really make my day. So thank you very much! <3 

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Tony: We’ll tell our friends about our engagement when I want and how I want. Now, ask me nicely.

Bucky: Ask you nicely what?

Tony: Ask me nicely to marry you… Bucky.

Bucky: What does that mean?

Tony: You heard me. On your knee.

Bucky: [he kneels] Fine. Does this work for you?

Tony: Oh, I like this. Yeah.

Bucky: Here you go. Will you marry me?

Tony: No. Say it like you mean it.

Bucky: Tony.

Tony: Yes, James.

Bucky: Sweet Anthony.

Tony: I’m listening.

Bucky: Would you please, with cherries on top, marry me?

Tony: Ok. I don’t appreciate the sarcasm, but I’ll do it. See you at the airport tomorrow.

[Paramedics are loading a pregnant Pepper into an ambulance]

Paramedic: I only got room for one of you.

Tony: I’m the father…

Steve: I’m the boyfriend…

Bucky: [points to Tony] I’m HIS boyfriend.

Paramedic: That’s nice, but I still only got room for one of you.