The days following your confrontation with Bucky were an excruciating blur. You threw yourself into missions and training, seeking solace in the physical exhaustion that would numb the ache in your heart. But no matter how hard you pushed yourself, the hurt remained, gnawing at the edges of your resolve. Seeing Bucky and Maria together every day, with their effortless banter and shared history, felt like salt on an open wound.
Every glance they exchanged, every quiet conversation you overheard, made you question if you were fighting a losing battle. Maria was everything you feared you couldn’t be—confident, radiant, and effortlessly connected to Bucky in a way that stirred your deepest insecurities.
One night, after a long and exhausting mission, you found yourself sitting in the compound’s common room. The space was eerily quiet, the hum of distant machinery the only sound cutting through the stillness. You cradled a cup of tea between your hands, but it had long since gone cold, your mind too consumed with thoughts of Bucky to care.
Footsteps echoed down the hallway, soft but purposeful. You knew who it was before he even spoke.
“Hey,” Bucky’s voice was gentle, careful, like he wasn’t sure how you’d respond to his presence.
You didn’t look up, just stared into your mug, feeling the tension between you pull taut. “Hey,” you replied quietly, your voice almost lost in the quiet of the room.
He moved closer but didn’t sit down, hovering near the arm of the couch as if unsure if he should come any nearer. The weight of the unsaid things between you hung in the air like a storm waiting to break.
“I’ve missed you,” he finally admitted, his voice low. “You’ve been… distant.”
You scoffed softly, glancing up at him for the first time. “Distant?” The word tasted bitter on your tongue. “I’m not the one spending all my time with someone else.”
Bucky winced at that, running a hand through his hair, clearly wrestling with something. “It’s not like that with Maria. She’s just a friend.”
“Maybe to you,” you said, setting your cup down a little harder than necessary. “But it sure doesn’t feel like that from where I’m standing, Bucky.”
He let out a deep sigh, stepping closer until he finally sat down next to you. You could feel the warmth of his presence, a comfort you had missed, but there was still an undeniable distance between you.
“I don’t know how to explain it,” Bucky began, his eyes on the floor. “Maria… she’s part of my past. We’ve been through a lot, and when she came back, it was like I could finally reconnect with that part of me. But that doesn’t mean… that doesn’t mean I care any less about you.”
You swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to keep your voice steady. “But it’s not just reconnecting with your past, Bucky. It’s more than that. You’ve been pulling away from me, and it feels like every time I try to reach out, you’re slipping through my fingers.”
He reached for your hand, hesitating for a moment before gently taking it in his. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that,” he said softly. “I don’t want to hurt you, and I’ve been trying to figure this out.”
Silence stretched between you, the weight of his words lingering in the air. You wanted to believe him, but the hurt ran deep.
“I don’t know how to keep doing this,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I can’t keep waiting around, hoping you’ll choose me, when it feels like your heart is somewhere else.”
Bucky’s grip on your hand tightened, and he leaned in closer, his blue eyes filled with something you hadn’t seen in a long time—vulnerability. “You are my future,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “And I realize now I’ve been unfair to you. I’ve let Maria’s presence complicate things, but I’ve also realized something else.”
You waited, breath held, for what he would say next.
“I don’t want to lose you,” Bucky said, his voice barely a whisper. “I’ve talked to Steve. I asked him to move Maria to another department.”
Your heart skipped a beat, and you blinked in surprise, unsure if you had heard him correctly. “What?”
“I asked Steve to reassign her. I need to focus on us,” he continued, his gaze intense. “I can’t keep letting her get between us, even if it’s not intentional. You deserve more than that, and I should’ve seen it sooner.”
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, emotions swirling in your chest as his words sank in. “Bucky…”
He cupped your cheek gently, his touch soft and reassuring. “You’re the one I want, (Y/N). I’m sorry I didn’t make that clear before. I was stuck in my own head, trying to figure things out, but I know now—I want a future with you.”
You leaned into his touch, feeling the warmth of his palm against your skin, and for the first time in weeks, the ache in your chest started to ease. His words felt real, genuine, and the weight of the uncertainty that had plagued you began to lift.
“I was scared,” you admitted softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t want to lose you to her.”
“You won’t,” he promised, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped down your cheek. “I’m here, and I’m choosing you.”
A small, hopeful smile tugged at your lips as you met his gaze, the intensity in his eyes sending warmth flooding through you. For so long, you had feared that you were only second best in Bucky’s heart, but now, it felt like the barriers between you were crumbling.
“I want to trust that,” you whispered, leaning your forehead against his. “I want to trust you.”
He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his breath warm against your skin. “I’ll prove it to you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it to you, if you’ll let me.”
For the first time in what felt like forever, the weight on your heart began to lift, and you allowed yourself to hope again. Maybe, just maybe, the future you had been yearning for with Bucky wasn’t so far out of reach after all.
“I’ll let you,” you whispered back, and as he pulled you into his arms, you allowed yourself to believe that this time, things would be different.
This time, he had chosen you.
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Bucky stood at the entrance of the Avengers compound, a nervous flutter in his stomach as he waited for you. Today was the day he would finally show you just how much he cared, to make up for the pain he had caused. He had spent countless hours planning this date, wanting it to be perfect, a testament to the depth of his feelings and a promise for the future.
When you stepped out, dressed casually yet elegantly, Bucky’s heart skipped a beat. You wore a soft smile that lit up your face, and even though he knew the scars of recent tension lingered between you, he couldn’t help but feel hopeful. “Hey,” he greeted, his voice softer than usual, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile peace that had settled between you.
“Hey,” you replied, your eyes searching his for a hint of what was to come.
“Ready for our adventure?” he asked, attempting to keep the mood light, but the sincerity in his eyes was unmistakable.
You nodded, a small smile creeping onto your lips. “As long as it’s not another training session.”
Bucky chuckled, relieved to see a glimpse of your old spirit. “Definitely not. I promise.”
He led you to his motorcycle, a sleek machine that gleamed under the afternoon sun. As he helped you put on the helmet, the touch of his hands lingered just a moment longer than necessary, sending warmth through both of you. Bucky climbed on, gesturing for you to join him. You straddled the bike behind him, feeling the familiar sense of comfort as you wrapped your arms around his waist.
The wind whipped through your hair as Bucky revved the engine and took off, the world around you blurring into a tapestry of greens and blues. The ride was exhilarating, the thrill of speed mingling with the intimacy of being so close to him. You found yourself laughing freely, the tension of the past weeks fading away with each passing mile.
After a while, he slowed down, eventually pulling into a secluded park, a hidden gem nestled away from the chaos of the city. Bucky parked the motorcycle and turned to you, excitement dancing in his eyes. “I thought we could have a picnic,” he suggested, a grin breaking across his face. “I packed some food.”
Your heart swelled at the effort he had put into the date. “A picnic? I love that idea.”
Bucky led you to a shaded area under a large oak tree, where he spread out a blanket. He pulled out a carefully packed basket, revealing an array of treats—sandwiches, fresh fruit, and even a bottle of your favorite sparkling juice. You couldn’t help but smile, the thoughtful details bringing back the memories of carefree days spent together before the complications of life took hold.
As you sat together, you started to relax, enjoying the simple pleasure of being in his company. You took a bite of the sandwich, your taste buds dancing with delight. “This is amazing,” you said, beaming at him. “Did you make it?”
Bucky chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “I may have had a little help from the kitchen staff, but I can’t let you think I can’t handle a sandwich.”
“Noted,” you teased, your heart lightening. The laughter between you felt so natural, as if you were picking up right where you had left off.
After finishing your meal, Bucky leaned back on the blanket, his gaze fixed on the canopy of leaves above. “I’m really glad you agreed to come out today,” he said, his voice sincere. “I know I messed up, and I want to make it right. You mean so much to me, and I want you to know that.”
You turned to him, your heart swelling at his words. “It means a lot to me that you took the time to plan this. I’ve missed this… us.”
Bucky shifted, propping himself up on his elbow to look at you more directly. “I don’t want to ever make you feel like you’re not enough. I’m sorry for letting my past get in the way of our future.”
You nodded, feeling the weight of his sincerity. “It was hard watching you with Maria, but I know you care about me. I just needed you to realize that too.”
“I know and I am really sorry! But let’s just focus on us for now,” he said, pulling you closer. The afternoon sun bathed you both in golden light, casting a warm glow around you as he leaned in, his lips brushing softly against yours.
The kiss was gentle yet filled with unspoken emotions, a blend of apologies, hopes, and promises for the future. When you finally pulled back, both breathless and smiling, you realized that this date was more than just a make-up; it was a new beginning.
As the sun dipped lower in the sky, you spent the rest of the afternoon talking, sharing dreams and fears, laughter echoing around you. The barriers between you slowly crumbled, replaced with an understanding that had deepened through the trials you had faced.
Eventually, the shadows grew longer, and Bucky stood up, offering you his hand to help you up from the blanket. “Shall we?” he asked, his grin infectious.
“Yes, let’s go,” you replied, feeling lighter than you had in weeks. As you walked back to the motorcycle, the bond between you felt renewed, solidified by the vulnerability and honesty you had shared.
With a shared smile, you climbed onto the bike once more, wrapping your arms around him as he revved the engine. The ride back felt different; the air between you charged with the promise of what was to come.
As you pulled back into the compound, the realization hit you—you were finally moving forward, together. And in that moment, with the stars twinkling above, you knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them side by side.
Bucky Barnes had always been a complex puzzle, and you had willingly thrown yourself into the chaos of his life. Your relationship started simply—friends with benefits. You reveled in stolen kisses, shared laughter, and late-night rendezvous that left your heart racing. Yet, as time wore on, the arrangement morphed into something more profound, something you had yet to define. The warmth of his touch lingered long after he had left your side, and the comfort of his presence seeped into the corners of your heart, making you yearn for more than fleeting moments.
Life at the Avengers compound was always bustling, but a sudden shift arrived when Maria Hill rejoined the team. She was everything you weren’t: assertive, radiant, and fiercely intelligent. Bucky’s reaction to her was instantaneous and intoxicating. At first, you brushed it off, dismissing the way he would light up at her arrival as merely friendship. However, the spark in his eyes ignited a fire of jealousy within you, and you couldn’t help but feel like an outsider in the dynamic that was forming between them.
Days turned into weeks, and Bucky’s playful banter with Maria became a constant echo in the hallways. You watched helplessly as he fell back into an old rhythm with her, their laughter ringing through the compound, a melody you once shared. The way he leaned closer, the subtle touches on her arm, the way his gaze lingered just a moment too long—it was like a dagger to your heart. You tried to ignore it, forcing yourself to focus on training and missions, but every shared glance between them felt like another reminder of your place in Bucky’s life.
Each evening, you found solace in your shared apartment, attempting to convince yourself that nothing had changed, that Bucky was still yours in some form. But deep down, you knew that it was slipping through your fingers like sand. As you lay awake at night, staring at the ceiling, you replayed their interactions in your mind, your heart twisting in knots. Why couldn’t you just talk to him? But every time you tried, the words got caught in your throat, tangled with uncertainty and fear.
One evening, you decided to confront Bucky about how you felt, hoping to lay your cards on the table. He had just returned from a long day of training with Maria, his face flushed and his smile bright. He stepped into the kitchen, and you followed closely, determination steeling your resolve.
“Bucky, can we talk?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.
“Of course, what’s up?” he replied, leaning against the counter, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.
You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts as you glanced at him. “It’s about… us. What we are. I feel like things have shifted since Maria joined the team.”
Bucky raised an eyebrow, his expression morphing from playful to concerned. “What do you mean? We’re still… us, right?”
“That’s just it,” you replied, frustration bubbling over. “I feel like I’m losing you. You’re always with her now, and I don’t know where that leaves me.”
A flicker of confusion crossed his face. “Come on, don’t be ridiculous. Maria and I are just friends. You know that.”
“Are we?” The words slipped out before you could hold them back. “You’re so close with her, and I can’t help but feel like I’m not enough for you.”
Bucky stepped closer, concern etched on his features. “You’re more than enough. I care about you, you know that.”
But the weight of his words felt hollow as Maria’s laughter echoed in your mind, a haunting reminder of what you feared you were losing. “Do you? Because it feels like I’m just a backup plan now.”
Bucky’s expression hardened slightly, but his voice remained soft. “You’re not a backup, (Y/N). I promise. It’s just… it’s been a while since I’ve had a friend like Maria. It doesn’t mean I care about you any less.”
His words were meant to comfort, but they felt like salt on an open wound. The truth lingered in the air between you, heavy and suffocating. You couldn’t shake the feeling that you were merely a placeholder in his heart. With every moment he spent with Maria, it solidified your fears, gnawing at the edges of your affection for him.
Days turned into an agonizing blur as the dynamic shifted. You noticed Maria weaving herself more into the team, her laughter growing louder, her presence more demanding. It felt as though she was strategically placing herself between you and Bucky, leaning into their shared history, drawing him closer while you stood on the sidelines, feeling more isolated than ever.
Despite your attempts to remain unaffected, the jealousy bubbled beneath the surface. You felt yourself growing colder toward Bucky, an instinctive defense mechanism. The more he tried to reassure you, the more you withdrew. Every time you caught him stealing glances at Maria or sharing inside jokes, it felt like a betrayal of what you thought you had.
One fateful evening, during a team dinner, you were seated across from Bucky, who was animatedly talking with Maria. You tried to engage in conversation, to break the suffocating tension, but it felt as though you were talking to a wall. Bucky was lost in Maria’s stories, his laughter ringing out like a cruel reminder of the intimacy you were losing.
The moment was the tipping point. After dinner, you excused yourself, needing to breathe outside of the compound walls. The night air was cool, but it did little to soothe the turmoil in your heart. You wandered aimlessly, lost in thought until you found yourself in the training gym, the shadows deepening around you.
You were lost in your own world, replaying every moment of Bucky and Maria together when you heard footsteps approaching. It was Bucky, concern etched on his face as he took in your appearance. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked softly, stepping closer.
“Do I look okay, Bucky?” The bitterness in your voice surprised you, and he flinched slightly, but you pressed on. “You’ve been spending all your time with Maria. It feels like you don’t even notice I’m here anymore.”
He opened his mouth to respond, but the words died on his lips as he searched your expression. “(Y/N), it’s not like that—”
“Then what is it? Because it certainly seems like you’re having a great time without me,” you snapped, emotions spilling over.
“Don’t say that,” he replied, frustration creeping into his tone. “You know how much you mean to me.”
“Do I? Because all I see is you and Maria laughing like you’re old friends. It feels like you’re slipping away from me, Bucky. And I don’t know how to fix it.”
He stepped closer, his blue eyes piercing through the dim light. “I’m still here. Just because I’m spending time with her doesn’t mean I care about you any less. We’re just friends, and you know I want more with you. I thought that’s what we were—”
“Friends with benefits, right?” you interrupted, your voice rising in pitch. “But it doesn’t feel like that anymore. It feels like you’re letting her in while I’m left standing on the outside!”
The tension in the room crackled, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Bucky ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. “I don’t get why this is such a big deal. We never defined anything, and I thought we were okay with that!”
“Maybe I’m not okay with it anymore,” you shot back, tears brimming in your eyes. “I want more than what we have, Bucky. But every time I try to reach out, I feel you pulling away.”
He looked torn, caught between the weight of your words and the reality of the situation. “You need to trust me. I’m not going anywhere.”
But as the distance between you felt insurmountable, you realized you were tired of waiting, tired of feeling like an afterthought. “Maybe you should just go be with Maria then,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. The words felt like poison, and you hated yourself for saying them.
Bucky’s expression faltered, hurt flickering in his eyes. “You don’t mean that.”
“Don’t I?” you shot back, frustration spilling over. “It’s not like we’re anything official. Why would you choose me over her when it’s clear you’re so drawn to her?”
His silence was deafening, and in that moment, you felt a final shattering of your heart. You turned away, tears spilling down your cheeks, the reality of your situation crashing down around you. The comfort of his presence felt miles away, and every moment spent with Maria seemed to solidify the walls between you.
“(Y/N), wait—” Bucky reached out, but you didn’t turn back. You couldn’t bear to see the pain in his eyes, the confusion that mirrored your own. You rushed out of the gym, leaving him standing there, the silence closing in like a heavy fog.
The following days felt like a blur of avoidance and heartache. You focused on training, trying to drown out the ache in your chest and the images of Bucky and Maria together. You kept your distance, only interacting with the team when necessary, but every glance at Bucky’s forlorn expression felt like a knife to your heart. You wanted to scream, to make him understand that you wanted more than what he was willing to offer, but every time you opened your mouth, the words seemed to evaporate into the air.
Finally, the moment came when you could no longer bear the tension between you. You found yourself standing in front of Bucky’s door, your heart racing with uncertainty. You took a deep breath and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway.
When he opened the door, the surprise on his face quickly morphed into something more vulnerable. “(Y/N), I—”
“I don’t want to keep doing this,” you interrupted, your voice trembling. “I can’t watch you drift away while pretending it doesn’t hurt. I need more than just casual, Bucky.”
His eyes darkened, an array of emotions flitting across his face. “You think I don’t want that too? You think I don’t care?”
“Then why do you keep spending time with her?” The question hung in the air, thick with tension. “It feels like you’re pushing me away.”
Bucky took a step forward, frustration and sorrow mingling in his eyes. “You don’t understand. Maria is my past, but you… you’re my future. I never meant to hurt you.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” you pleaded, feeling the weight of your heartache pressing down on you. “Why can’t you choose me?”
He ran a hand through his hair, visibly torn. “I don’t know how to do this. I’m still figuring things out.”
The honesty in his voice was both heartbreaking and infuriating. “Maybe you should figure it out with her, then,” you replied, the bitterness returning. “If that’s where your heart lies.”
His expression fell, and in that moment, you saw the truth reflected in his eyes—he didn’t know how to choose. He had always fought for everyone else, but now he was stuck between two worlds: the comfort of his past with Maria and the uncertainty of what could be with you.
The air grew heavy between you, and as you turned to walk away, you felt the tears streaming down your face. “Just… think about what you really want, Bucky,” you said, voice cracking. “Because I can’t keep holding on if you don’t want this.”
You left him standing there, the distance between you both stretching farther than ever before. The ache in your heart felt like a void, a reminder of everything that could have been, now lost in the shadows of doubt and uncertainty.
As the days passed, you tried to immerse yourself in the Avengers’ missions, burying your emotions beneath the adrenaline and chaos. But every moment felt hollow without Bucky’s presence, the warmth of his affection now replaced by a chilling absence. You watched him from afar, noting the way he interacted with Maria—there was a lightness to him, a joy you felt like you had stolen away.
One evening, after a particularly grueling mission, you found yourself sitting alone in the common room, nursing a cup of coffee. The tension hung thick in the air, and you could hear the muffled sounds of laughter coming from the training room where Bucky and Maria were engaged in what seemed like a friendly sparring match. It felt like salt in the wound.
Unable to bear it any longer, you stood up and left the common area, opting to take a late-night walk around the compound grounds. The night was cool, the stars shining brightly above, but the beauty felt like a cruel reminder of your own loneliness.
You wandered until you found yourself standing on the balcony, looking out over the compound. It was quiet, the moonlight casting a soft glow over everything, but you couldn’t escape the ache in your heart. You were losing him, and the thought made you feel more alone than ever.
As you leaned against the railing, lost in thought, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Turning, you found Bucky standing behind you, his expression serious. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice cutting through the stillness.
“Hey,” you replied, attempting to keep your tone neutral.
He stepped closer, hands stuffed in his pockets. “Can we talk?”
You hesitated, unsure if you were ready to open that door again. “What’s there to talk about, Bucky? You’ve made your choice.”
“I haven’t chosen anything,” he admitted, frustration simmering beneath the surface. “I’ve been trying to figure out my feelings. You mean everything to me, but Maria… she’s complicated.”
“Complicated how?” you pressed, a mix of anger and sadness welling up inside. “You seem pretty happy with her.”
“(Y/N), it’s not like that!” he exclaimed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I care about you. I’m just trying to navigate everything. You don’t understand the history I have with her. It’s… it’s messy.”
“Messy or not, I’m right here,” you replied, your voice trembling with emotion. “I’ve been here this whole time, waiting for you to figure it out while watching you grow closer to her.”
His gaze softened, and he stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I don’t want to lose you, but I also can’t pretend I don’t have feelings for her. She’s part of my past, and I’m trying to figure out how to move forward without losing either of you.”
The admission hung in the air, and you felt the weight of his words pressing down on you. “You can’t have both, Bucky. You have to choose.”
“I know,” he said, his voice heavy with regret. “But I don’t know how. I don’t want to hurt either of you.”
“Then maybe you should let me go,” you said, tears threatening to spill over. “Because I can’t keep holding on while you try to figure out your feelings for someone else.”
He stepped closer, reaching for your hand, but you pulled back, unwilling to give in to the pain that surged within you. “(Y/N), please. Just give me time.”
You shook your head, the tears finally spilling over as you turned away from him, the walls of your heart closing in. “I don’t think time will change anything. You have to figure out what you want without me.”
As you walked away, you felt the weight of your heartache sinking deeper into the night, the shadows of doubt engulfing you both. The air felt charged with unspoken words and regrets, leaving you standing at a crossroads—unsure of where to go next. Bucky was still behind you, but the distance felt insurmountable, the shadows of your emotions looming larger than ever.
And in that moment, you both knew that the road ahead was fraught with uncertainty, and you could only hope that when the dust settled, the heart would find its way back to the light.
So here we are, finally the first part of this story. The prompt was simple paired in a therapy program and the first that came to my mind was Bucky (since the hyperfixation came back) and yes the title is an Hozier song.
Hope you like it <3 (thanks to the awesome beta @green-binder as well )
CW: talking about trauma, PTSD, nightmares, Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning himself), trauma, trauma bonding, unexpected feelings, slight obsession, anxiety, denial, manipulation, reader has female pronous.
(Not much major warnings in this, next one will be a bit heavier)
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Ch. 1 - Paralyzed
“A what now?” Bucky asked his therapist with furrowed brows, visibly in confusion.
“It’s a therapy companion program. I think it would be good for you..” Doctor Raynor said bluntly, leaning back in her chair but looking at him with a stern expression. ”…You need to talk to people.“
Bucky glares quietly at her then, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He didn’t need this.
"Who… the hell anyway…?” he started but suddenly stopped when he heard another voice coming from the doorway.
Welcome to my 2nd Bucky Barnes Masterlist, lovelies, and I hope you enjoy! Here you will find some of my darker fics. These may include triggers such as noncon, dubcon, violence, dark themes, etc. Please heed the warnings. Header and banner by @sgt-seabass and dividers by @firefly-graphics. Check them out!
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Synopsis: You and a man named Bucky crash land on a deserted island. Can the two of you come together and make it until rescue comes? After you begin to fall for the mysterious Bucky Barnes, will you even want to be rescued?
Summary: You’re given a gift that will allow you to help others. You try to use this gift for good and you never make anyone feel like a charity case. However, when you meet Bucky Barnes, you know you have to do something or he’ll live the rest of his life in pain.
I love a soft king who asks for verbal consent. Hope you like this! | Bucky Barnes x F!Reader ⚠️ mature content ahead, minors DNI. [1k]
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Having you waiting for him at home is what makes him feel like he’s in a dream.
Bucky never had this. Someone waiting for him. “Hey, handsome!” your voice carries through the apartment. “Did you remember the eggs and milk? Please say yes, or I’m gonna have to call someone and make some very nasty threats.”
He chuckles under his breath and takes off his shoes. “Hi, beautiful. I brought everything.”
When he leaves the things in the kitchen and goes to find you in the living room, it takes one look for him to know what he wants.
You’re sitting on the couch with a couple of books thrown by your sides and it’s the smile. The way you open your arms to welcome him with a tight hug.
Pairing: Roommate’s Brother!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Your new roommate introduces you to her brother, but you met him last night.
Word Count: Over 2.3k
Warnings: Implied explicit sexual content, mention of hooking up, tension, humor, flirting, slight feels (it’s me), Bucky Barnes being a menace (he’s a warning, okay?).
A/N: Calling this AU About Last Night. No one asked for it. Hope you enjoy it anyway! @targaryenvampireslayer@tavners@starlightcrystalline he’s such a menace! ❤️ Thanks to the lovely @whisperlullaby for prereading and assuring me it isn’t garbage. Any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You groaned as you saw the time and wiped down the coffee table again. Rebecca Barnes, your new roommate, would be there any minute. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. She seemed like a sweetheart and was down to earth, the perfect person to take the other bedroom and help with rent. Plus, she had already seen the place and seemed excited to be roommates.
A/N:I can’t believe this is almost the end. - Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as mine. - B
Bucky had gone through a lot in his life. He’s been calm and had easily collected himself to a certain point. After some time, it weighs on an alpha’s chest to search for his omega, only to trip each time. He was so close this time, but when he finally arrived, something was already off.
