Afraid: Part 2 [Bucky Barnes X Reader]

Dishes

Summary: You make a drunken bet with Bucky and now you must deal with the consequences.

Word Count: 1142

Warnings: Cussing lmao 

You woke up feeling like someone had jumbled your bones from the inside your body while simultaneously being gently fucked in the skull with a jackhammer. When you finally gained the strength to crack open your sticky eyelids (no doubt caked with last night’s mascara), you found yourself contorted across the couch in the common room of Stark Tower. Last night had consisted of one of Tony’s many unnecessary parties and a mistake of a bet with Barton; it’s needless to say he could definitely drink you under the table and it appears he definitely did.

You started to regain your motor skills just enough to comprehend the slight sound of whistling and sizzling coming from the kitchen, and the aroma of bacon crisping on the skillet. Normally this would have made you spring from your place of slumber in .02 seconds flat, but even the thought of sitting up, much less eating made bile rise in your throat. When you finally brought yourself to sit up and peer over the back of the couch, your tired eyes were met with the sight of a certain Super Soldier preparing breakfast, clad in a white t-shirt and sweatpants; metal arm glinting in the morning light.

“Well, look who decided to join the land of the living” Bucky chimed flashing a smug grin before flipping a pancake in a pan.

“Shh, don’t speak. Not yet anyway.” you whispered, cradling your head in your hands. Your voice sounded as though you had screamed for a number of hours and you didn’t even want to think about what your face looked like. You pushed your body up from the couch and were met with painful aches all over as you slowly stood up and practically stumbled to a stool at the breakfast bar. Maybe it would have been funny, due to your zombie like appearance, but right now you couldn’t concentrate on anything except not heaving your guts out. He slid a glass of water and a few aspirin to you, and you mumbled something that loosely resembled the word “coffee”.

“Coffee later, first you medicate.” he said before sliding the glass closer. Groaning, you grabbed the capsules and took them, before asking him the most frequently asked question following a night of heavy drinking and partying.

“What the hell happened last night?” you grumbled, laying your head down on the cool surface of the counter.

“Well to sum it up for you, Barton challenged you to a drinking bet and you, being the stubborn little girl you are wouldn’t back down; you were hammered by the 5th shot of tequila and ended up standing on the coffee table doing a surprisingly okay karaoke version of “Fergalicious” with Sam. The rest of the team was also pretty wasted except for Steve, Vision and I. Tony nearly broke a hip trying to spar with Nat. Overall it was basically just a mess.” Bucky explained, seemingly unphased as though he was describing an average Friday night.

“I have only one other question.” you looked up into his steely blue eyes as his eyebrows crinkled in curiosity.

“Yes?”

“Who performed Fergie’s rap verse?”

“…You.”

“Was it any good?” he laughed and proceeded to place pancakes and bacon on a plate for himself and sat down across from you, sliding you a mug of coffee your way as he did so.

“Surprisingly yes,” he said, stuffing a forkful of pancake into his mouth. “Flawless.” You smiled, silently thanking him and brought the mug to your lips.

“Damn right, those lyrics have been engraved in my brain since 2006.”

Silence fell between you two, only the sound of his fork scraping his plate and you sipping from your mug coursed throughout the kitchen.

“So, nothing I should regret then?” You questioned as you swirled the coffee around in your mug. He looked into the distance for a second before a look of realization took over his features.

“You dared me to arm wrestle you.” he said, waving his metal arm at you teasingly.

“Did I win?” you asked, already knowing the obvious answer.

“No,” he chuckled, biting down on a piece of bacon. “Needless to say you owe me $500.”

You giggled, looking up from your mug expecting him to join you at expense of the joke he just told. That was a joke, right? Your smile started to fall as he looked upon you, pokerface unfaltering.

“You’re kidding right?” you questioned. He looked at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“Hell no I’m not kidding! I won the bet fair and square, and you were the one who wagered all the cash in your wallet. Better pay up, darlin’.” A toothy smile on his stunning features as he saw your expression of dismay and panic.

“That’s uncharacteristic of you Bucky, taking advantage of a drunken girl and robbing her of all she has. Her pride, money, what kind of monster are you?” you said dramatically, placing the back of your hand on your forehead and tossing your head back. Bucky laughed heartily, the gorgeous noise sounding throughout the room. He placed his empty plate next to the sink, as it was already filled to the brim with countless empty glasses from last night’s antics. Walking over to your side of the island, he stood closely behind you, You could feel the heat radiating off of his form and his hot breath on your neck.

“I’m sure there are other ways you could pay off debt, doll.” he said just above a whisper, his voice lower than usual sounded gravelly and you’re almost positive you just felt his lips brush against your neck. Your breath hitched in your throat when you tried to speak.

“Really? And what would you suggest, Barnes?” you tried to sound confident, you really did; but it just came out like a squeak.

“Well for starters,”  you felt his hands brush at your hips, one bringing warmth and the other sending chills up the left side of your body. But as soon as they came they were gone, the shadow of his body completely absent as he started walking towards his room. “You could do the dishes. Looks like a real pain in the ass, if you ask me. I’d hate to be the person stuck dealing with that.” he gave you a shit-eating grin as he walked backwards into the hallway, pointing finger-guns before he disappeared behind his door.

You sat, flabbergasted; The blush that had risen to your cheeks had vanished and your demeanor was almost immediately replaced with anger and vengeance.

“FRIDAY, please relay a message to Sergeant Barnes for me?” you asked the system.

“Of course. What would you like to tell him?”

“Tell him I’m going to send him to the seventh circle of hell.”

*rolls out of bed* 

*catches up on missed Setlock yesterday*

*sees Setlock from today*

*crawls back into bed*

*pulls covers over head*

Look what was waiting for me when I got home from work…Captain America: Civil War art book!!! It is beautiful, and concept artists are the 8th wonder of the world. I am in love 😍

Be My Date

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Author’s Note: This idea literally came to mind after seeing these gifs of Seb in “Ricki and the Flash” Hope you like it!

It was another regular day for you in New York, singing loudly to yourself in the kitchen. You had your music blasting while you were washing dishes, swaying your hips to the beat of the song. You loved moments like this.

Until your door knocked, ruining the moment for you. You groaned and paused your music, making your way to the door to see who it was.

It was no other than your best friend, Bucky Barnes. What could he possibly need? He smiled brightly and greeted you with a hug.

“Uh, hey Bucky. I wasn’t expecting you to come over today.”

“Oh right, sorry I didn’t call you.”

You laughed and welcomed him into your apartment, closing the door from behind as he walked in. The both of you sat down on the couch in your living room.

“So.” You trailed off. “What’s up, Bucky?”

He smiled nervously at you, “I need your help on something.“ 

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Best Kisser

Summary: Bucky helps you to practice kissing for your date with someone else. Only problem: You love Bucky. And Bucky loves you too.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,398 

Warnings: fluff, too much fluff, fluff

A/N: Today is @capsbuchanan‘s Birthday and I decided to write her a little fluffy (it turned out way longer than planned) Bucky fic. Thank you Mila for being so awesome and sending me Zootopia gifs when I feel sad and am in pain. Happy Birthday! Love you loads!

You had met Bucky Barnes in kindergarten and he had instantly become your best friend after he’d told you that he loved the shirt your stuffed Teddybear was wearing. It was bright yellow and had a train print on it. Three year old Bucky had excitedly told your three year old self that he loved trains while you had told him that trains actually kind of terrified you. You didn’t liked travelling and at the end of the first day in kindergarten you’d given the teddybear shirt to him so that his teddybear (who hadn’t been wearing anything until this point) could wear it. 

Three year old Bucky had told you that he loved you that day. It was the only time he’d said it to you.

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Bones (Bucky x Reader)

Request: Can I have a Bucky x reader where they are married and he comes home after a long mission to see her in the kitchen cleaning and she runs and hugs him because she missed him so much that she starts crying. He notices that’s she scarily skinny and pale (like Steve used to be when he was sick). So he asks her if she’s sick as she says “I don’t sleep or eat when you aren’t here because I’m afraid HYDRA will get you again and I can’t live without you.” And him comforting her and just lots of fluff😘

Words: 1,085

Warnings: Mentions of starving yourself 

You had been putting it off for weeks now. It was something you had been dreading to do, even though you told yourself that it would get done. You thought that since you liked to keep yourself busy while Bucky was away on missions that cleaning the kitchen would be something that would’ve gotten done in only days of him gone. But of course, you procrastinated doing it and filled your schedule with other tasks, like shopping on Amazon or binge watching Grace and Frankie. 

You woke up this morning with no plans of cleaning kitchen, once again, but after you walked past the kitchen and realized what a disaster it had become, you decided it was best to throw on your sweats and grab the cleaning supplies. It was shameful how messy it was, after all the baking you did you just didn’t feel like cleaning up. 

You baked for everybody. You baked cupcakes for Nat, cakes for Tony, doughnut balls for Thor, cookies for Clint, cake pops for Sam, brownies for Steve, pies for Bruce, you baked everything for everybody. But not yourself. 

No, you simply just didn’t have time to eat, you were filled up on anxiety worrying about Bucky. Sure, you’ve gotten a little thin but nothing to worry about. You occasionally had a bite of cookie dough, every once and awhile. 

Baking took your mind off things and it was a great pass time, it could kill a whole afternoon. Your friends didn’t mind, they enjoyed all the yummy treats that would show up at their homes out of the blue, although they worried about your sudden interest in baking, they never mentioned it to you. 

You finally worked up the courage to shove on your cleaning gloves that went up to your elbows and blast your favorite Pandora station as you started cleaning the kitchen of horror. 

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Peace in the Rain

Prompt - I saw this and found myself picturing T’Challa in the rain. So this is a little drabble where you are comforting T’Challa in the rain for my T’Challa feels. (630 Wds)

Pairing - T’Challa x Reader

Warnings - None

The sky looms above you, angry and weeping, it’s thick fat tears decorating your skin and seeping into your clothes. He stands at the edge of the balcony, looking over the waterfall. Walking up behind him, you wrap yourself around his bare waist, the hard ridges of his muscles are slick with the rain. He clasps a hand over yours, squeezing gently. 

“You are getting wet, my love”. His rich, smoky voice pulling a shiver from you. 

“So will you, Your Highness.” You smirk against his back at that, knowing he is likely doing the same. In truth you were one of the few people who did not treat him like a King, but like his own man. Granted you worshipped him, but in a whole different way to his subjugates. 

He turns in your arms, one arm slipping around your shoulders and the other cupping your face, his long fingers disappearing into your hairline. His eyes are heavy with emotion as they land on yours. You didn’t often find him like this, but when you did you knew it was best to let him talk to you on his own terms. He was duty-heavy and it ensured his own emotions were locked up tight, stored away until they bubbled up in moments like these. He sighed, deep and weary. 

“I almost killed an innocent man.” His voice catches slightly at the end and the small sound alone sends a wave of pain to your own heart. 

“Chal, you didn’t know he was innocent. Besides, you already righted that wrong. Bucky is healthy and safe, thanks to you.” You raise your hand to cover his, and very softly add “And you didn’t kill Zemo." 

"My father would be disappointed in my behaviour. I did not honor our ways.”

“Baby, hey. You were blind with grief. He would understand. And he’d be proud of every single thing you’ve done since Siberia." 

You turn and place a soft kiss to the palm of his hand. 

 “Your father was a good man T’Challa. To his core. The only thing that he would be disappointed in is that you haven’t forgiven yourself yet. Your hate did not consume you, you let it go. You did the right thing. So please, forgive yourself, learn from it, because it is going to eat you alive.” 

He stares at you, lost for words for once. You watch, and wait, hoping this time will be the time it sticks. Your words resonate with him, and you see the change in his face when they do. 

“You are right my love, as always. What would I do without you? Hmm?” He pulls you tight against him, hand cupping the back of your head as he lays a delicate kiss on the top of your head. 

You tip your head back to look at his face, inspecting it for any traces of lingering guilt or self doubt. He takes the opportunity to lean in for a kiss. Your mouths meet unhurried, tongues dancing a perfect symphony of love and hope. You pour everything you have into it, every single ounce of love you have for him and he does the same. The raindrops run heavy down your face and it feels like they are cleansing your soul. You break the kiss to gulp down air, the smile dancing across your face is mirrored in T’Challa’s.

“What were you doing out here anyway?” You’re genuinely curious as you take deep shuddering breaths. 

“I find peace in the rain.” You smirk a little at the roughness of his voice is, clearly not unaffected by that searing kiss.

“I thought cats didn’t like the rain?” He laughs a deep booming laugh that makes your heart leap and stutter, before scooping you up.

“You are trouble. But you are my trouble.”

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