𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟...

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MAY 2022 | fic recs

PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS BEFORE READING!

MARVEL

Tomorrow — @just-dreaming-marvel — Steve Rogers | SERIES

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun — @lizzie-is-here — Peter Parker | SERIES

Transfer — @ultralightpoe — Bucky Barnes

Visits — @ultralightpoe — Bucky Barnes

Returning — @ultralightpoe — Bucky Barnes

Bleeding — @ultralightpoe — Bucky Barnes

Misunderstandings — @upat4amwiththemoon — Mom!Natasha Romanoff, Mom!Wanda Maximoff

The Baby Assignment — @vendettaparker — Peter Parker

Home — @lovelybarnes — Bucky Barnes

Heroes Make Me Tired — @shy-violet-soul — Platonic!Avengers, HR!Reader

Building Bridges — @lillywillow — Steve Rogers, WOC!Reader

Brother Vs. Boyfriend — @lillywillow — Steve Rogers ft. Brother!Wade Wilson

Do You Wanna Build A Snowman? — @reidingandwriting — Platonic!Morgan Stark, Stark!Reader

Where Would We Be Without All The Distance? — @nightowlwriting — Steve Rogers, Enhanced!Reader

The Wounded — @beyondspaceandstars — Romantic!Steve Rogers ft. Platonic!Bucky Barnes

Worry — @luv-astrd — Bucky Barnes, Filipino!Reader

Untitled — @sunny-reys — Platonic!Loki, Teen!Reader

STRANGER THINGS

Lost And Found — @dumdumsun — Adopted!Wheeler!Reader | SERIES

Strange — @damn-stark — Steve Harrington, Hopper!Reader | SERIES

Nightmares — @writing-blog-iguess — Steve Harrington | SERIES

Dangerous — @anna-phora — Steve Harrington, Mayfield!Reader | MINI-SERIES

Really? Really — @just-jordie-things — Mike Wheeler

012 — @damn-stark — Will Byers

Make Something Happen — @captainhotch — Jim Hopper, Teacher!Reader

Into You — @captainhotch — Billy Hargrove

Do You Wanna Build A Snowman? — @thatoneguitargirl — Byers!Reader

Pregnancy Test — @cptindanvers — Steve Harrington, Byers!Reader

Funeral Grey — @kerstynn — Steve Harrington

New Life — @carnationcreation — Jonatha Byers, Hopper!Reader

HARRY POTTER

We’ll Never Have Sex — @cryonme — Remus Lupin

They’re Just Girls — @hermioneshandbag — Sirius Black

Drabble — @luveline — Remus Lupin

Heart Shaped Stone — @strawberrysodaslut — Remus Lupin

We Deserve This Life — @starstruckwillows — James Potter

Without Magic — @tealeafgrimm — James Potter, Pregnant!Reader

MISCELLANEOUS

Stuck With Me — @whattheheckmidoriya — Aizawa Shouta | MY HERO ACADEMIA

The Cat's Out of the Bag — @kouomi — Aizawa Shouta | MY HERO ACADEMIA

Safe and Loved — @fangirlovestuff — Dad!Frank Adler, Bi!Daughter!Reader | THE GIFTED

Father Figure Levi — @biggest-stupidhead — Platonic!Levi Ackerman ft. Romantic!Jean Kirstein | ATTACK ON TITAN

Out Of The Ashes — @levi-my-beloved — Levi Ackerman | ATTACK ON TITAN

Forever Yours — @likeahorribledream — Ransom Drysdale | KNIVES OUT

Baby Bear — @likeahorribledream — Ransom Drysdale | KNIVES OUT

Unorthodox — @volturiwolf — Embry Call, Cullen!Reader | TWILIGHT

Redemption — @volturiwolf — Embry Call, Cullen!Reader | TWILIGHT

Life Update

My keyboard haven't arrived... And I've started drawing again :D

I have a short fic coming tho I haven't finished it.

𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆—𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵

Summary: When he felt impatient waiting for 2 PM, he decided to walk around his childhood neighbourhood to remember his '40s days, when he saw someone he saw supposed to meet.

Song recommendation: So this is love by Ilene Woods.

Genre: Disgustingly Fluff, A sprinkle of Angst, self-doubt.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warning: Mention of injury.

n/a: This is the third part of the Tales of time series! Let me know if it's a slow pace. This is also shorter than my two chapters, though I think I got everything in this. Please tell me if there's something wrong, I will correct it.

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Bucky patiently waited for the next day, he patiently waited for Sunday to roll around. He was a patient man, he can wait for a long time for sam to finish repairing his wings or redwing, he can wait to finish those boring meetings that occur every Monday at 8 am, he can wait for Stark or Shuri to fix his arm when it malfunctioned.

He can wait. He’s patient.

But damn he was so impatient, he wanted to see you, to know if you’re okay—he wanted to see your face, your smile and hear your sweet voice and laugh. It’s infuriating, you did so much to him that you probably don't know. He wonders if he does the same to you too.

His thoughts probably linger around wherever he goes, others can probably read what he's thinking without Wanda's help. He’s frustrated, but somehow, in a good way. But some part of him doesn’t understand this feeling, it’s so unfamiliar yet familiar at the same time. He kinda finds it annoying, yet he somehow likes it.

“Buck.” Bucky finally snapped at his daze as he noticed that Sam and Steve had been staring at him. He finally realized he's been playing around with his food, staring at it. He felt a little embarrassed about thinking that you kinda affect his everyday routine. “Yeah?”

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” He plainly replied as he went back eating his food. Though he confirmed he was okay, the others weren’t convinced, Steve especially. He knew something was bothering him, but when he was able to see the small tint of pink in his ears, those heart-eyes he had, he could tell he was thinking about her.

“Stop thinking about her while eating Buck, think about her later.” With Steve’s words, Bucky choked on his food and rushed to get a glass of water, as he gulped a full glass of water, Sam was laughing hysterically as Natasha and Wanda tried to contain their laughter. “Really funny there, Steven.”

“Sorry, sorry, you were being obvious.” Steve snickers as he swallows the food in his mouth, he goes back to his seat and tries to hide the blush creeping up to his neck. “Stop with that grin, I hate it.”

“She’s pretty.” Wanda piped in. Bucky’s eyes widened a little, Has she been in my head? No, she wouldn’t do that— “Relax, you were just thinking too loud, I suddenly saw her, Sorry.”

Bucky mutters a small “it’s okay” as he goes back to his food, he reminisces about the conversation you had earlier, as the others were talking with each other—Bucky can’t help but smile.

He’s gonna see you tomorrow.

The ray of sunlight hits your face harshly as you squint, trying to get used to the bright light shining over you. You rolled over the bed, carefully not putting weight on your injured ankle as you felt your phone under the blanket.

You lazily opened your eyes as you saw the time, 9:17 AM. You set down your phone as your face smushed in your pillow, trying to go back to sleep. As you were nearly drifting to your slumber, you suddenly remembered as you looked at your phone, 9:18 AM. I almost forgot Bucky’s coming over, you thought as you watched your phone turn into a black screen.

The thought of it made you blush making you internally scream. You and him, alone in your apartment for god knows how long he will be staying—now you’re wondering what he would think about your place.

Alright, time to get up, you thought to yourself as you carefully got up to your bed with an L shaped victorian cane with a silver looking colour as a handle and black coloured wood that your father had given you from your great-great-grandmother, you have never imagined using a cane, but you manage to thank your father for giving this.

You wondered what drew you to him. You knew little information about him, you only saw him once, yet you were so drawn into him. He was handsome, with that sharp jawline he has, and quite a charmer—and he wears that goddamn smile, it’s driving you insane, you almost couldn’t sleep just thinking about him.

However, deep down under that feeling, you felt for him, you felt a pang of uncertainty and insecurity. You weren’t everyone's first choice, you were the option when nobody had any left. You were just there when everyone was having fun. They call you if they ran out of options or if the other people cancelled their plans last minute.

You wonder, why does he want to see you?

Bucky watches the time go by, 11:56 AM, he wonders if staring at the clock will make time go slower. He wonders if this is the universe testing his patient because quite frankly, he’s gonna lose it anytime.

He finally picked up The Hobbit yesterday when he finished having a small conversation with you, he finally remembered how he felt when he first read it, the way he was engrossed with the book like the first time he was reading it—he felt like the same Bucky Barnes he is in the ‘40s. It took some time to finally stop reading and take a break.

His small smile fell as he looked up to his phone, 12:00 PM. It has been 4 minutes since he started. He let out a sigh as he leaned back to his bed, he didn't know what to do to pass time—of course, you can stare at the time until 1 PM rolls around, but then he would get rather impatient and annoyed.

He closes his eyes, he remembers that he didn’t explore the park he used to go to with Steve, the Brooklyn Heights Promenade—or that's what they call it nowadays. Slowly getting up from his bed, he grabbed his phone and a glove and exited his room.

A harsh gush of wind hits his face as he drives away from the compound, the smell of fresh air lingers through his nose. His gaze focuses in front of him yet he can’t help but appreciate the beautiful autumn trees and various flowers in bushes or large flower pots. He can’t help but be mesmerized as the sun strikes dead centre yet the sun isn’t as hot as the summer season where he’s being roasted alive by the scorching sun whilst he only wore a black coloured leather jacket and black shirt.

Surprisingly, the park isn’t far from where you lived, he found a nice place to park his bike much closer to your apartment. He took his phone out of his pocket to check the time, 12:30 PM. He reluctantly sighs, though he would wait for an hour and a half, he was glad he could walk around the neighbourhood he grew up with.

As he walked around, he felt more nostalgic than ever, he felt like the Bucky from the ‘40s again—the Bucky that he can’t bring back anymore, no matter how hard he tries. He tries to be the Bucky he was, the Bucky before HYDRA, before falling off the train, before everything.

Looking around his surroundings, he was able to see a few people walking or sitting around, a few of them are a family or a couple—some are children, playing around with each other. The kids were running around the trees and bushes. As he kept his head a little low, he didn’t notice some kids running in his direction.

One of the kids pushed the other a little too hard as they stumbled on their feet as they bumped into Bucky's arm, making them trip as they are about to fall on their side, Bucky was quick on their side and caught them before they fell.

“Are you okay?” He asked in such a gentle voice, he hoped he didn’t scare the kid—with his usual resting-bitch face and a killer look, he thought he had scared them off but he hadn’t known that he wore his concern right through his face and his eyes linger with nothing but concern and relief.

“Yes mister, I’m sorry about bumping into you” they apologized as they lowered their head a little, Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle, he remembered how shy he was before, the kid really reminds him of his younger self. Bucky couldn’t help but gently pat the kid’s head, “It’s alright, now go play and be careful.”

“Thank you, mister!” the kid thanked him as they started running towards their group of friends, he smiled. It’s been a while since other people looked at him without fear, well… that was when you came around. As he turned around, he almost hung his jaw open, he felt his cheeks flare up as he widen his eyes. He couldn’t believe what he saw in front of his eyes, he probably already looked like a fool, his heart was beating so much that other people could probably hear it, yet… the feeling is so warm.

You stood there, in front of him—you watched him in awe as he caught the kid that bumped into him, you watched him in awe as he pats the kid’s head. You watched him with those stupid heart eyes, the sight of him is sending butterflies in your stomach. You can’t help but chuckle as he notices you watching him, it didn’t help when you felt a small blush creeping up to your neck.

Bucky was still. He felt his muscles tense—not in a bad way, but more in a good way. He saw you in a more casual attire than the attire you wore when you met him. You wore a white turtleneck with boot-cut dark navy pants. He can just look at you forever, and he wouldn’t even get bored.

You decided to take the first step, you limped as you tighten the grip from the cane in your hand. As you continued to get close to him, he stayed still, eyes travelling all over your features. As you get close, he finally notices you limping as he remembers the day you got injured. He finally moved, swiftly held your arm for support.

“I thought you’d go easy?” Bucky asked as his voice laced with concern.

“I’m fine, you don’t need to be worried about it too much.” Don’t need to be worried? Of course, he’s worried, any sane person would. He didn’t want the person who treats him like any other person to get more injured than they already are. He didn’t want to see anyone hurt anymore.

“You're overthinking.” Bucky locks eyes with yours. He couldn’t help but get lost by your eyes, I mean—how could they not, it’s beautiful.

“And you’re staring.” He heard your giggles, the same giggle you gave the first time you met. He couldn’t help but laugh a little, he just couldn’t help it—you were being cute without even trying.

A hard wave of wind gushes over the both of you, fallen autumn leaves fly around, your smile reaches your sparkling eyes. He smiled so widely he felt his cheeks aching, he had a choice to tone down his smile as he will only smile with his lips, yet he chose to smile completely. It felt like bliss.

He promises to hold onto this moment, because in any moment, in any time—this could be a distant memory he will forget.

His eyes landed on your head, a small leaf had somehow made its way on the strands of your hair, he could get it for you, but it would go unnoticed. He noticed your stare, your eyes pierce through his cerulean eyes, his heart warms at the sight of you, he didn’t feel his cheeks heat up, he just felt warm… and safe for some reason.

“What are you staring at?” You questioned as your eyes didn't leave his. “T-there’s a leaf in your hair–”

He stopped as you frantically tried searching the leaf, he couldn’t contain the small laughter he let out. “I’ll get it out.” His fingertips brush against your soft skin, your hair is soft and smooth—he just wanted to play with it every day. His skin finally came in contact with the leaf as he took it out of your hair.

“Wait!” he almost threw it out, fortunately, you stopped him immediately. “Give it to me.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanna keep it.”

Bucky felt his world freeze, everything was a blur, everything but you. He felt like the leaves slowly fell from the ground, a muffled sound that could only be heard. His hand is still up, yet he didn’t feel it ache, he couldn’t care less.

He felt your fingertips brush against him, holding the leaf at the same time. “Can I take it?”

He felt his voice in his throat, he thought about the next thing he wanted to say. Yet he let go. He watched your eyes sparkle with joy, he watched your teeth show when you grinned so widely, he watched you.

He felt your soft plump lips in his cheeks, slowly backing away—you sent a shy smile. That smile, the smile that makes him crazy, the smile that makes him mad. How could someone like you, meet him? He was the devil, your the angel, forbidden love between each other, but he couldn’t help it.

He felt selfish, but he doesn’t want to let you go. He wants to cherish those moments with you—before you might leave him.

“You’re beautiful.”

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Listening || Nanami Kento

   Character: Nanami Kento

   Recommended song: Goodnight sweet possums

   Genre: Mild angst, but overall Fluff

   Word Count: 0.6k

   Hi sweetie’s! this is my first post so I would love some opinions on this!

Pronoun:They/them

   His desk was always clean and organized sometimes it amazes you. His paperwork is neatly placed on one side of the desk whilst his delicate hands type on his laptop. His eyes were focus on the screen but his ears were focused on you talking about your interest.

   it was nice for Kento to have you talk whilst he works on his paperwork, it eases him and makes things easier. Paperwork can be stressful, he was assigned a few more paperwork at the last minute and it irritated him considering he couldn’t give you the attention you deserve.

   But here you were, across his desk talking about your interest as he works, he didn’t mind you talking, he was glad you were able to open up about your interest in him though he noticed that as time pass, you gradually started to get more quiet which concerns him. As soon as he stopped typing he looks at you, you looked calm looking at your hands yet he can see there’s something bothering you.

   “Ah! sorry Kento for being annoying and distracting you from work, I'll be in the living room so that you can focus more." He was taken back from your words, he never thought of you annoying him nor distracting him. Whilst you were slowly getting up, Kento said, “You’re not annoying me, love. Stay and keep talking about it, I love listening to you”

   When he said that, you felt like you were falling in love deeper again, it felt like your worry about bothering him was gone. You already knew it before that the only person who that can bother and be with him whilst he work was you. Then you finally realized, he was the one, he was the one you wanted to spend time with for the rest of your life.

   You stayed, you were contemplating if you should still talk but the look in his eyes was telling you something, like it’s encouraging you to speak and not to worry about bothering him.

   You stayed for hours talking, you felt comfortable again, comfortable to talk about your interest. Sometimes Kento wonders how he falls in love with someone like you, a kindhearted and sweet soul. He wonders what did he do in his past life to deserve someone like you.

   You haven’t realized but kento has finished his paperwork in a while, he still wanted to hear your voice. Your voice was soothing he could fall asleep right on the spot, He rested his face on his fisted hands whilst he mesmerizes you.

   He loved how your eye color suits you, he could look at them forever. He loved how your delicate hands feels soft on his skin, how you always make him feel good by just brushing his hair with your hands.

   He loves how your lips were always glistening through the sun, light and the moonlight, how your lips feels like heaven when he kisses you on the lips, he just couldn’t help but want more.

   “Love, could you come here for a moment?” He asked, you didn’t really protest but it made you confused, “What is it-” He then suddenly grabbed you from your waist making you sit on his lap, you couldn’t help but be flushed with crimson tint across your cheeks.

   “K-Kento?”

   “Hmm yes, darling?”

   “Is something wrong?” He buried his head on the crook of your neck while he holds you closer to his chest, “You’re not a bother to me, love” You were taken back from an unexpected answer from him.

   “I’m always here to listen on the things you love, even though some of them doesn’t make sense” you let out a scoff before turning your head looking at him and said, “How dare you, it makes sense alright like...” the more you talk, the more he enjoy snuggling with you.

   “I love you” He blurt it out as you smile.

   “I love you too, dear”

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𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆―𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭

Summary: After the unexpected meeting in the bookstore, he found himself constipating if he should call you or not.

Genre: Slight angst, Fluff (probably tooth rotting fluff).

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warning: Few vulgar words, Brief mention of HYDRA, Brief mention of death and violence, Soft!Bucky (Soft!Bucky is still a warning).

n/a: I feel like this would turn into a mini-series because the amount of fluff and scenarios I think of whenever I'm writing or just dozing off is insane. I may not upload a lot considering there's also a lot of school work. Tell me where're my mistakes.

Continuation of Tales of Time—the classics section.

Tales of TIme vibe.

Bucky rolled over his bed for the hundredth time for the past hour and a half, he should be used to this. He’s used to staying up all night whilst watching the night sky, occasionally watching the moon, shining through the window. He’s used to going to the kitchen and making himself a cup of coffee or tea and sits in the dim-lighted common room and reads one of the books he can find.

Other times when he does get sleep, he’s usually interrupted with his nightmare. Nightmares filled with what HYDRA made him do, at least that is what he thinks. Even with Steve’s words of comfort saying that “it wasn’t you, Buck.” or “You didn’t have a choice.” He felt like he had a choice back then. It was his own body who killed hundreds of innocent people, he was there, he could have stopped it. Yet he wasn’t strong enough to break free, he wasn’t strong enough to fight back the winter soldier, he let it happen.

He could have fought his consciousness and escaped HYDRA’s grasp. He could have fought for his memories—memories with his mother and father, with his sister, Rebecca. And God if he had fought harder, he wouldn’t have killed Howard, his friend, and Tony Stark’s father.

He still remembers the feeling when he repeatedly punches Howard's head, breaking his skull. The sound of his skull cracking still stayed in his mind, reminding what he did. He remembers when he was done with him, he walked up to his wife, Maria Stark—and strangled her whilst she helplessly punched his metal arm as if it was gonna take damage. He had to watch her struggle until she inhaled her last breath, then the emotionless look he gave after he shot the security camera.

He was used to it, used to staying up all night. But he felt tonight was a little different. It wasn’t because he's having a hard time sleeping or it’s because of his nightmare, No. It was about you. You are keeping him up all night.

Your smile radiates like the sun, no―you radiate as his sun, the sun he never thought he could have. God forbid the way you look at him, the way your eye colour stands out like a gem, a specific gem that is worth more than a billionaire’s love. The way you look at him with adoration, comfort and fondness, unlike the usual stares he got—yours was different, it’s one of the reasons why he wanted to get to know you more.

Something draws him closer to you every time he looks at you. Maybe because of your smile? Or your small giggles and laughs? How when you manage to be the one who captures him, making his heart flutter?

He rolled in his bed once again, hugging his pillow tightly as he can without ripping it apart. He felt like a teen again, a teenage boy crushing over a girl, heat creeping up his neck and ears. Bucky burry’s his face in the pillow, it felt weird feeling this way. Your heart pounds every millisecond you think about someone you like, your heart warms up—butterflies flutter in your stomach. It’s somewhat painful for him, yet it felt so good. He had his hopes up, maybe you can get to know the real him more, and he can get to know you more too.

Feeling helpless for the past 2 hours of being in bed, he finally got up, deciding to make himself a cup of tea whilst he was awake. Grabbing a tank top on his wardrobe, slipping inside the top and grabbing a pair of shorts along the way.

Once he was decently dressed, he set off on the empty corridors of the compound. On nights where he would go to the kitchen, he's usually by himself, though there are instances that Natasha would be up sitting around the kitchen counter, sometimes occasionally Steve.

Bucky saw a dimmed light as it reflected through the tiles in the corridor, he knew someone was up. The sound of the kettle clanks alerting someone it’s done, He wonders if Tony was making his coffee to stay up all night cooped up in his lab—but then he remembers Tony had his own coffee machine in his lab.

When Bucky finally emerged in the kitchen, He didn’t see the usual redhead sitting or sipping a cup of water. He saw Steve, sitting on one of the seats with a cup in his hand, he saw how restless he was. He immediately had woken up from a nightmare, it wasn’t usual that he would get nightmares, but it doesn’t mean he never got one. When he does get nightmares, he usually leaves the room to get fresh air, sometimes tiring himself just to sleep.

“Hey, Buck.” Steve greeted with his usual smile on his face. “Hey.”

“There is still hot water left in the kettle,” Bucky said a small thanks as he reached for a mug and a bag of tea. Setting the tea bag in the mug, he poured the hot water as it drowns the bag full of leaves, he grabbed the honey jar and added the right amount of honey as he stirred―letting the honey mix with the tea, he removed the tea bag and threw it in the trash can.

“Did you have a nightmare?” Steve asked as gently as possible not wanting to startle him about his nightmare, but Bucky only shook his head as he took a seat on the hair in front of him. “Not really…” Steve raised a brow as he looked at Bucky with his head low.

“Can’t sleep?”

“No… I just have something in my mind…” He replied almost in a whisper, if it weren’t for the serum, Steve wouldn’t have heard what he said, Steve saw a small flare of pink perk upon his ear. Bucky wasn’t really lying that he had something on his mind, but it wasn’t something, it was someone—“You mean someone?” Bucky raised his head faster than he expected earning a smirk on Steve's face, his cheeks flared up even more. Busted.

“Stop with the eat-shitting grin, Rogers.” Bucky tried composing himself, taking a small sip on his hot tea as he shyly looked away. Steve laughed at his response, sometimes he can predict what Bucky is thinking—it's impressive how he knew his best friend well. “Sorry sorry.” Bucky sends a playful glare at Steve who’s still laughing a little.

“So… you're thinking of her?” Steve took a sip as he patiently waited for his answer. “Uh, yeah, sort of.” To be honest, Bucky doesn’t know either—all of this just confuses him, the constant feeling of being on cloud nine while your voice rang in his ears.

“What do you mean, sort of?”

“I just-” Steve watches his best friend struggle to get the right words out, he begins fidgeting a little as he tries to find the right words to say. “Take your time, Buck.” and just like that, Bucky suddenly stopped fidgeting. He began taking deep breaths trying to compose himself.

“I just- It feels weird feeling like this, you know? I feel like a teen again, crushing over a girl who I barely knew, and I wanna get to know her more but every time I look at her, I get nervous and when she talks to me or says my name I became flustered and God-” He covered his face with both of his hand, he feels so embarrassed talking about this as his face is fully flushed. He felt his face redden more as Steve laughed at his state as Steve covered his mouth trying to contain his remaining laugh.

“Come on man! Her smile was everything too, when she smiled at me, I felt like it was over. She’s so beautiful and ethereal it's unreal at this point. I made a fool out of myself when she called me cute.” At this point, Steve laughed his heart out. Steve almost couldn’t believe what he heard and saw, it was rare for Bucky to be flustered, even in the ’40s. He was a ladies man, women are usually head over heels over Bucky—seeing his best friend getting flustered and shy about a woman was amusing.

“Steven. Grant. Rogers.” Steve’s laugh immediately died down as he turned his head to see a fuming redhead with her arm crossed tapping her foot on the tile. Bucky silently laughed as Steve took a gulp, he knew he fucked up, He had woken Natasha up—waking up Natasha is like a death wish.

“N-Natasha.”

“Why the fuck are you crackling so loudly in the middle of the night?”

“I-I just couldn’t contain my laughter when—”

“Oh stop making excuses.” Natasha finally dropped the little argument and proceeded to walk into the kettle. “Sorry, did we wake you up?” Bucky asked as Natasha grabbed a tea bag on the bod and put it on her mug.

“Not really, I woke up from a nightmare, then I heard Steve crackling at midnight.” Steve coughed trying to hide his embarrassed demeanour as he sipped on his mug. “Why are you two awake?” She asked, blowing the hot water to cool off a little and taking a small sip at her cup. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Bucky’s talking about his crush.” Bucky nearly choked on his tea, some droplets fell out of his mouth. If it wasn’t for self-control, he would have spat the drink into Steve’s face—though he wished it happened.

“Steve–”

“Barnes has a crush, huh?” Natasha put her sly smirk on her lips as she wiggled her eyebrows. “You two are a menace, I’m glad Sam isn’t here.”

“What did you say about me?” Sam suddenly crept up on the corner of the hallway, peeping his head out with an eat-shitting grin plastered on his face. At this point, he was beyond embarrassed now that Sam had heard this conversation. “Have you’ve been listening to our conversation—”

“The whole time, metal man.”

“Oh stop with that eat-shitting grin, Birdman”

Sam took a seat next to Steve as Natasha took a seat next to Bucky. “Is she nice?” Sam asked with a hint of concern in his tone. Even if Sam teases him a hundred times, or when he bickered with him—He knew deep down, He cared about him, like the others. He knew that he was forgiven for what he’s done, yet he is still having a hard time accepting it.

“Yeah, she does.” Bucky smiled, for the first time, the others saw how Bucky smiled at her, at you. The three smiled at him, knowing he was finally accepting himself and starting to love again. “Well, shoot your shot,” Natasha suggested.

“What.”

“You heard me, Shoot your shot, you’ll never know what will happen.”

I-I don’t know.” Bucky lowered his head, looking at his tea that cooled off a bit. He didn’t know what would happen if shoot his shot. He thinks you’ll reject him, or maybe if you like him too, he’ll hurt you, or HYDRA will kidnap you. There are so many possibilities, he doesn’t want any of them to happen.

“I don’t know if she likes me.”

“You said earlier that she thinks you’re cute, considering she said that maybe she liked you too,” Steve interjected, knowing Bucky, his insecurities were seeping through.

“Woah Woah Woah. hang on, she said you were cute?” Sam intervened as he put his elbow on the counter and rested his head on his palm. “I thought you were listening to everything?”

“I was! Well, I couldn’t hear it well because someone whispered it.”

“Yeah sure.” Bucky’s heart swells knowing he can count on his friends on anything, these kinds of moments, he treasures it deeply. As it hit around 3 AM, all of them decided to head back to their own respective rooms to try and have a shut-eye. When Bucky grabbed his door handle, he felt a hand on his shoulder—looking over his shoulder, he saw Sam with a small smile, not that teasing or annoying smile, it was like an unspoken word of encouragement.

“Shoot your shot man. You can do it. Good night Bucky.”

“Good night Sam.”

When he finally entered his room, he looked over the paper you slipped in the book you gave. Eleven digits, He only needs to put those eleven digits in his phone, and he’ll be able to call you. He somehow felt excited—just the thought of him calling you. It drives him crazy.

“No, I can't do it.” Bucky paced in his room as he held both of his hands. He never understood why people get anxious when they want to call someone, why they have to pass it to their parents, siblings, or even their friends. He never understood it, until now.

Bucky has been trying to call you for the past hour, every time he tries to hit the call button, he gets nervous and sets his phone on his bed. She might be busy, He thought to himself, he glanced at his phone as your number is already typed in.

He picks up his phone once again, taking deep breaths that his therapist has taught him. He finally got the courage to call you as he pressed the call button.

You were watching a movie in your room when your phone started to buzz, you paused the movie to look over who was calling only to find the caller ID unknown. At first, you were confused—you gave someone your phone number, and if you didn’t—you thought they were spammers who were trying to scam or even hack your phone. But you suddenly remembered you gave your phone number to bucky.

You blushed remembering writing your phone number while he was closing the bookstore, and damn that was a weak way to give someone your number. You collectively stopped your racing heart and blushing face finally picking up the phone before it missed the call.

“Hello?” Your voice was a bit wary, thinking it was someone else, but a wave of relief was immediately washed over you when you heard his voice on the other line. “Hi.”

“Hi, Bucky” You can feel your smile growing wide as your cheeks begin to hurt. Somehow, you were glad that he isn’t here, you probably look like a fool right now. Bucky smiled when you picked up, an unexpected wave of relief washed over his mind, easing his running mind.

“Hey, how are you?”

“I’m good, just taking it easy, um…” You trailed off feeling embarrassed with what you wanted to say, “Do you need something? Or tell me something?” He asked as his voice was full of concern. He looks like a guy that when something is wrong, even if it's big or small, he’ll come to your apartment immediately.

“No no I’m fine, it's just that…” you trailed off gathering your breath as Bucky waited patiently on the other line. “I was kinda waiting for your call, It made me happy when you called.” you manage to say the words without stuttering as you can feel the heat creeping up to your neck, you didn’t mean to sound cheesy at all.

Bucky felt a heat creeping up to his face, making him flustered. He didn’t think you were waiting for him to call, if he knew, he would have called you sooner. You were glad he called you, you were happy that he called you—never knew he could feel this way towards someone.

“Bucky?” Shit, he realized he was caught in his imagination and forgot to reply. “Sorry, I kinda zoned out.”

“You gotta stop saying sorry once in a while.” You chuckled, shutting down your laptop and putting it on your bedside table. Your heart bounced as you heard Bucky’s laugh. You swear to God he’s gonna be the death of you someday.

“Will you come to visit someday?” You blurted out without thinking, you smacked your mouth with your hand, now your face is fully red. This is so embarrassing, you thought as you controlled yourself to just jump off the balcony out of embarrassment. “I-Its okay if you don’t want to, I totally understand—”

“—I’ll visit tomorrow.” He cuts you off. God, your cheeks were heating up, you could probably cook something in it.

There’s something that draws you into him furthermore you talk to him. Maybe the way he talks to you? The way he looks at you? The way he helped you even if you two just met? Or maybe the fact he’s willing to take care of you and even come into your apartment? You haven’t realized, you were whipped for him.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna bother you or anything…”

“You’re not, I promise. I’ve… been meaning to visit you anyway.”

You brighten upon hearing those words, I’ve been meaning to visit you anyway. Just thinking about it makes you excited, you had hoped the time would fly by fast for today, you just couldn’t wait.

“Okay, come by around 2 pm, is that okay?” Bucky didn’t miss his heart and skipped a beat. You asked him if it’s okay to come around 2 pm. You. God, he felt like he was on clouds, floating around the sky.

“Y-yeah, I’ll be there.”

“Ah! Sorry, Bucky, I have to hang up, I need to do something.”

“No no, It’s okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow Bucky.”

He heard his phone hang up, he grinned so sweetly as he stared at his phone. He couldn’t believe what has been happening to him, he couldn’t believe you made him like this without even trying. He felt so relieved, you haven’t seen him in the worst of him—a killer and an assassin. Yet he felt scared, knowing in any moment of these days, you will know what he truly is, a killing machine who would kill anyone if they stand in their way.

But… somehow he felt hope in those eyes of yours. Those eyes of yours hold nothing but love, acceptance and kindness. He felt heat creep up to his neck when he thought of him coming into your apartment tomorrow. Yet, he was excited, he haven’t realized, he was whipped for you.

© I do not allow any act of plagiarism, repost and translation in my work. All work belongs to me.

𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞―𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

Summary: He called you, telling you that he was leaving without a reason—it seems unfair from your point of view, he thought not telling the through will be easier for you and him. It’ll be easier for him to leave you, I’ll be easier for you to accept it.

Maybe he was too selfish.

Song Recommendation: j's lullaby (darlin' i'd wait for you).

Genre: Angst, fluff, Hurt/Comfort.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warning: Leaving without an explanation, Minor Injury, Few swear words.

A/N: I FINALLY FINISHED CHAPTER 5! After 2-3 weeks of dreadful schoolwork and stress, I finally finished it. Next chapter is the last one! I'm excited to write the last chapter.

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“What do you mean you're leaving?”

Her voice trembled on the other line, wanting more to deny it. “I…” he trailed off, he was ashamed—not because of leaving, but he got to admit it on the phone, not seeing each other's face. “I’m sorry.”

He apologized again.

He couldn’t look at her weeping face, no matter how much he wanted to say goodbye to her in person. But he couldn’t feel the pain and guilt he felt—like the guilt he felt 3 months ago, the very first time he visited her apartment. But it’s something worse, so fucking worse he can’t explain it.

Though a huge part of him regrets it, he wanted to caress her cheeks, catching those falling tears, eventually kissing it away—reassuring he'd come back with his forehead touching hers, eventually the tip of their nose gently brushing together.

But part of him was a relief, he wouldn’t have to see her face full of tears. It was a selfish request, but he’s wanted to be selfish for once.

“What time are you leaving?” He felt his heart quicken as he heard the sound fumbling around the other line. “Why?”

“Please tell me, Buck.” She pleads. He could just imagine the tears welling in her eyes as her voice tells him. “Please…” She pleads again, this time, he could feel the tears slowly falling. He wanted nothing more than to run in her direction, hug her like it’s the end of the world because quite frankly, it felt like it was the end of his.

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t fucking apologize to me, just—”

She stopped, her voice filled with anger and sadness, Bucky sucked up a deep breath. He hated hearing him like this, whenever he felt so defeated and helpless, she was there for him, but the one time she needed him—he wasn’t there for her.

“Please tell me…”

He always wonders what is a greater feeling than love, was it lost? Or grief? Or maybe both. The realization of losing them makes you grief, and the realization of grief makes you lose yourself.

He felt like he'd lose himself soon. Her voice used to be so pleasing to hear, it was something he wanted to listen to every day at every time of the day—though today was not those days. Her voice was far too broken for him to handle, it was far too painful to hear.

But right now, he can’t do anything about it.

“I’ll be back,” he said, the corner of his eyes gathering a few unshed tears, months in friendship, he still hadn't told her what he felt. “Tell me that when I get there.” He tenses at her words, but before he could speak, she hung up.

He stared down at his phone with her contact info displayed on the screen, he felt like he couldn't move, he felt stuck. A pit of guilt builds upon his stomach, he recalls the moments they’ve spent together. He doesn’t want to look away, push someone away—He wants her, he wants you.

So he ran.

He ran towards his team, where they were preparing to leave soon. He doesn’t want to be a coward anymore, at least for a moment, he can see your face again, he can hear you speak, he can say he likes you in person.

He busted open the door, where Steve, Sam, and Natasha were, his breathing was heavy from running, the attention was fast shifting on him.

“Buck what’s-”

“She’s coming.” Steve's eyes soften, “We can’t leave yet- she’s coming.” He felt a huge nervousness built up inside him, maybe they won’t allow it, maybe they’ll leave without him seeing her, maybe—

“We’ll wait.” Steve smiled at him, Bucky stared at him in awe—lucky enough he had a friend this understanding. It’s rare to find someone like him, someone who is willing to do anything, just for someone’s happiness. He wished he could repay him in any way, but he knew Steve is a selfless man, then again—he's stubborn.

“Are we gonna meet her?” Sam butted in as he wiggled his eyebrows, “now Sam, you wouldn’t want to scare Bucky’s girlfriend now do we?” Natasha lightly smacked the back of his head with a newspaper Steve was reading a while ago.

“Girlfriend? She’s not my girlfriend–”

“–Yet.” The three chimed in with a smirk plastered on their face. “God, sometimes you three can be an ass.” Bucky playfully grumbled with a smile, he knew they meant well—his flustered cheeks did betray his cold stare.

“Please, you love us, besides you’re turning red.” Sam pointed it out with an eat shitting grin.

You winced as the back of your feet started to hurt by your doll shoes, you wished you changed into something more comfortable to run. As you finally got on the main road, you were able to spot a taxi driving and stopped it in front of you.

“Upstate, near Avengers Compound, please make it quick.” you fumbled as you closed the car door beside you. You glanced at the window, you saw two couples being all lovey-dovey with each other, for some reason, you felt a pang of jealousy on your stomach—I mean who wouldn’t? Sometimes people get so desperate, they’ll do anything for someone to date them or love them.

Maybe that’s just on you.

The bell of the store rang, grabbing your attention, you quickly set the books you were organizing down and walked down the small aisle towards the entrance. “Just a minute— ah! Buck!” you greeted him with a warm smile, charging towards him until your body hit him. “Guess you missed me huh?” Bucky teased as you felt your cheeks warm up a little getting caught.

“Yeah, you’ve been gone for a while.” you tried to hide the last sentence with a cough, hoping he wouldn’t hear, but knowing his senses, he was able to hear it with perfect hearing. He blushed at the thought you missed him, he was still getting used to this feel around you.

“I missed you too.” He embraced the hug you gave him.

“What are you in for, Barnes?” You asked as you pulled away, “I don’t know, I just finished the hobbit, do you think you can recommend something different?” he smiled as your eyes sparkled with excitement. “Of course!”

You suddenly grabbed his hand and led him towards some section, he felt your soft hand touch against his. Usually, he’d wear a leather glove to remove attraction on why he has a glove on his other hand and no gloves on the other, but every time he entered the bookstore—he found himself removing his glove before entering.

It’s something he finds comfort in.

He admired how passionate you were about something you love, he admired how you thoroughly searched every single book your finger could trace just to see what he would like. Your expression says it all, how you scrunch your nose whenever you find something, how you squint your eyes, or how you tilt your head a little and raise your brow whenever you’re unsure. He stares—admires you.

He hears you mutter to yourself as you grab two books from the shelf, one is thinner than the other. “Here you go, as per requested, ‘Before the Coffee Gets Cold’ and “A Man Called Ove.’” you smiled as you handed him the book. He stared at the covers in awe, the texture of the book itself feels like something, he wonders what does the story tell itself, he hoped it was something to help him—even a little.

He stared at you and admired your smile.

“We’re here.” The taxi called out as you fumbled around trying to get your payment. “Thank you.” You quickly got out of the car but you suddenly stopped when the taxi driver called you, “It’s a long way to the Compound!” you offered him a kind smile as you looked at him, “Don’t worry!”

Without looking back, you ran. You stumbled many times, the back of your feet are bruised, but that wasn’t your concern right now, your concern is getting to Bucky as fast as you can. You wished you had worn more comfortable shoes than this one, the more you can, the more it starts to rip from the bottom from years being worn, maybe you should have bought another one.

You stop as you catch your breath, feeling your sweat falling from your forehead, but you can’t stop or else he’ll be gone—you quickly catch your breath and continue running. You clumsily took your phone out and rang Bucky, you felt the aches of your feet, and you felt a slight liquid on your shoes, your feet must have been bleeding from the bruising you felt earlier.

What it seems like forever, he picked up. “Y/N—”

“I’m here.” you cut him off as you said it out of breath—yet you never stopped running. “I’m here, I’m here, I’m here,” you repeated like a prayer, you feel the corner of your eye gathering tears you’ve been holding since he called. “I’m coming to you, okay?” you hear someone call his name as you smile to yourself, from a distance he can see you running.

When you glanced at the entrance, you saw him—running at full speed to you, “I see you.” Bucky said, even in the distance, he can see you smile.

“Me too—” You were caught off guard when your shoe ripped open making you trip and land harshly on your side, you cried out in pain as you feel the burn from the fall, you wanted nothing more than just to lay down and wait for him to come to you—but nonetheless, you removed your now broken shoes, grabbed your phone and ran barefoot, leaving your bag where it fell.

You felt like you were about to cry, maybe because of the fall? Or because of Bucky? Maybe a bit of both. You felt a sting of tears threatening to fall on the corner of your eye. Even so, you brought your phone to your ear hearing Bucky calling your name.

“—Are you okay?” Even if he knew the answer, he still asked.”Yeah, took a harsh landing though.” You managed to laugh, you feel yourself slowing down, but you’re so close to him.

“Don’t run anymore, I’m coming to you.” “You know, I’ve been running my whole life, I wouldn’t mind running for you.” You’re right in front of him now, so close yet so far. You feel your energy draining but you thought to yourself, just a little more, you’ll be able to be with him, even if it is only a short amount of time.

So you ran, ran until your feet started to ache, you ran until the back of your feet started bleeding, you ran—knowing he’s running for you too.

You see him, clearer than ever, he was faster than you, then again, you were running for what seems like an eternity, you tried to run faster—your patient was running out. You ran, and ran, and ran, until…

Your body hits against his, you hug him tightly, so tight you’re afraid to let go, afraid he’ll disappear and leave you. Your knees gave up as you were ready for the impact, but he caught you before falling. He carefully sat you down on his lap, your exhaustion took over.

He wrapped his arms around your body as you sobbed on his chest, you are fragile, vulnerable even. He called you, telling you that he was leaving without a reason—it seems unfair from your point of view, he thought not telling the through will be easier for you and him. It’ll be easier for him to leave you, I’ll be easier for you to accept it.

Maybe he was too selfish.

“You’re still here,” you choked on your own words as you continued to sob.

“I’m here.” He says as he kisses your head, “I’m here.” he gently brushes your hair using his right hand. “Are you leaving? After this, are you leaving?” You looked up to his face, he felt his heartaches as his stomach tied into a knot itself, “I think I can make a little request from Steve.” he smiled, hoping Steve or the other will allow it.

From what it seems like forever, he finally saw you smile—your smile is so genuine.

“Climb on my back, I’ll carry you.” he offered as he turned around, you wanted to argue, but at this state—you’re too worn out and exhausted to argue or even walk on your own. Once you climbed on his back, he secured you using his hands against your thighs.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as your face hid on the crook of his neck. Neither of you talk for a while, you want to say something, you have so much to say, yet you can’t find the words nor the courage to tell him something—anything.

You lifted your head as you saw three figures, in front of the entrance. “Where’s the first aid?” Bucky asked as he stopped in front of them. “I’ll bring it to you, you go and bring her to the couch.” a feminine voice spoke, you heard bucky softly thanking her as you heard her footsteps fade from the distance.

He brought you inside as you stayed on the crook of his neck. He carefully settled you on the couch as the woman brought the first aid kit with her and handed it to Bucky. He opened the kit and grabbed a cotton ball and some alcohol.

“This might sting, but I’m gonna clean your wound, okay?” he heard a soft ‘okay’ coming from your lips, he grabbed your foot and started disinfecting the wound. “How the hell did you run that much?” he chuckled as he carefully dabbed your wound with the cotton, “I didn’t even know I could run that much.” you laughed as you winced a little from the alcohol.

Your laughter rang through his ear, he smiled. “How come you’re leaving?” He stopped his action and paused. “How come you didn’t tell me why?” you plead as he brought his eyes to stare at yours.

There weren't any tears, just sadness and confusion. “I…” he continued to bandage your foot as he tried to find the right words to say, he's afraid he might say the wrong words, afraid he might hurt you more.

“I didn’t tell you because I thought you’d be better without knowing, or you’d be better without me, move on and just forget about me. I just thought that, but I didn’t reconsider how you’d react or feel.”

He set the used cotton and put the last large band aid on your feet. “I thought, maybe it’ll be easier for me to go on the ice again without you knowing, but I still felt guilty, I’m really sorry.” He apologized as he lowered his head—he felt a hand patting his head, it was the first time in decades he felt a pat on his head, usually his Ma would do it whenever he did something good.

“It’s alright, I understand.” you kissed the top of his head and continued to gently brush your fingers to his scalp. “I understand.” you muttered, you grabbed his hand and guided him to sit beside you, with his head still low, you cupped his cheeks, gently raising his head to level yours. “It’s okay.”

He felt the tears that had gathered on the corner of his eye spill, finally letting it all out, he hid on the crook of your neck as he quietly sobbed, forgetting his team could see him at any moment. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” you repeated, as he continued to sob. His metal arm wrapped around your body as his right arm intertwined with your fingers, you put your free hand on his back, drawing circles as a sense of comfort, you gave him a light squeeze. “Can you look at me?” you asked softly.

He slowly pulled away from your grasp and looked in your eyes, you stared at his glossy azure blue eyes, you carefully wiped his tears falling from his cheeks, “God, I’m so in love with you.” You finally admit as you smile widely, your smile radiates his whole entire existence, you were like the ray of sunshine, the sunshine he needed.

He still couldn’t believe it, believing someone loved him—not platonically, but romantically. He smiled at your words, “I’m so in love with you too.” he confessed. Months of flirting, hanging out, and spending time together, he finally admits it. He felt euphoric, you love him too, you love him for who he was, who he really is.

“I thought you guys left—” as another feminine voice entered the room, she suddenly covered her mouth with her hand. “I-I didn’t know you were here.” she said as you raised your eyebrow, does she know you? Or has Bucky been talking about you?

“We were gonna leave, but Bucky asked us to wait for her.” the Blonde haired man, assuming Captain America said, “Were you watching the whole time?” Bucky asked as his head turned towards the three. “Thin walls!” Sam said, “Glass exists.” Steve interjects, “Yes we were.” Natasha followed.

“You talked about me?” You butt in as he stared at your eyes, the glint of excitement was something he noticed, “Y-yeah sometimes—”

“All the time, Ma’am!” The man with buzz cut hair interrupted him, he scowled and glared at him—you were amazed how he has another side of him he never showed to you, their continued bickering makes you laugh.

Your laugh boomed the entire room as all the attention shifted to you. “Sorry, it’s just that I never saw this side of you.” Once you’ve finished, you looked around and stared at the four people surrounding you.

“It’s very nice to meet you, I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N. '' You introduced yourself shyly as they smiled, they went around and introduced themselves to you. Then, you heard an AI feminine voice, "Captain, King T'challa asked your whereabouts."

The realization hits you, he was needed, he needed to leave. The thought of that made your mind race as your heartbeat quicken. He's gonna leave, will I see him again? Will I meet him again? What if he won't remember me-

You felt your hand being squeezed lightly, you looked over at his face and he gave you a small smile, "two years." He said.

Two years, you'll have to wait two years for him. "It's okay if you can't wait." You shook your head and squeezed his hand gently, “I can wait.” You said, “Even if it takes a million years, I can wait.” You rested your forehead against his as the tip of your nose touched, you held his cheeks whilst he rested his hand on the top of your hand.

“Okay.” He said with a smile.

Leaving wasn’t easy, for the most part, it was painful. It leaves a huge gap in your heart whenever they leave your life, it’s something that you can’t control nor will ever be controlled. But it's rare for someone to make a promise to come back, to love you again—it’s rare to find people like that. Like, they’d wait for you even if it takes a million years, just to make you theirs, even if there are the chances you might fall in love with other people.

They’d wait for you, you were that kind of person.

In love, you hoped you wouldn't get hurt, you wanted to feel loved and comfortable every time love blooms, whether it's with friends, family, or in a romantic relationship. But it doesn’t feel like love without arguments, fights, anger, and sadness—it’s the part we didn’t sign up for at the start of the relationship.

There you were, staring at Bucky as you locked eyes, he smiled and gave you a small wave, keeping his eyes to yours just before the Quinjet’s door closed. As the preparation to fly started with the Quinjet hovering in the air, you stepped back a little as you held your hand close to your chest. You felt a big gush of wind hit your body as you stumbled trying to keep balance, The Quinjet then began to fly away from you.

You clutched your hand, you held his dog tag close to you, close to your heart. You kept your head up, watching the jet disappear from your vision. You didn’t cry, you just smiled, he promised he’ll come back, and you will believe him.

“You better come back.” you mutter to yourself. “You owe me a dance.”

© I do not allow any act of plagiarism, repost and translation in my work. All work belongs to me.

𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆― 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

Summary: In a desperate time to escape the others, he went out for the first time without any company when he found a bookstore with an interesting owner inside.

Song recommendation: Ophelia by The Lumineers.

Genre: Fluff, a smidge of Angst.

Paring: Bucky x F!Reader

Warning: Mention of HYDRA, Minor injury, Soft!Bucky (that needs to be a warning).

n/a: First time writing in 3/4 months. I kinda got lost in my anime phase so I didn't write that much, I've been obsessed with MARVEL again and just having scenarios in my head full of them so I made this! Let me know if you want a part 2, I have plans.

Bucky never felt at home, even if he lives in the compound―He never felt comfortable in the large common room; either it is full of his teammates―where they hang out or watch movies, or when he does get peace in the common’s room, he could hear Steve and Tony’s bickering.

For the past 70 years of living in HYDRA, he never felt peace. For as long as he can remember, the only peace he ever gets is when he was left alone in the cell―yet that doesn’t give him the peace he wants. He wants peace, the kind of peace where he can be free, free from worry, insomnia, anxiety, nightmares, and the person from 70 years ago that HYDRA made. The Winter Soldier.

The last time he felt home was way back, in 1943. Though they were in the middle of World War II, he was able to sense peace with his best friend, Steve Rogers. A scrawny man who never gave up on helping on an ongoing war despite his condition, he never gave up. It’s what Bucky likes about Steve. He’s so persistent and selfless, it’s incredible there is a man like him.

Ever since the incident of HYDRA, he was never the same. He never had that smile he used to wear every day, even to Steve, he never smiled so genuinely. Every time someone tries to touch him, he backs away and turns around, not wanting to hurt them. He was so used to what HYDRA made him he never found the good in other things the world may give him.

At 3 pm on a Friday, he decided to leave the compound to have new scenery and to get away from the bickering and the awkward silence he had to endure. But one problem, he doesn’t know where to go. Sure he can go anywhere, the government pardoned him from his actions, yet somehow, he still feels he’s being stared at as a fugitive or a threat to others. Yet he left the compound.

He's been roaming around the small town of Brooklyn, He notices the big changes for the past 70 years yet there are still some things that were kept over the years. As he walks more, the more he feels slightly… at home.

There weren’t many people in the streets, most of them just glanced at him for a moment then mind their own business, or they were minding their own business listening to music. It was nice. He hasn’t felt like he was constantly being stared at ever since he was out on the ice.

Walking down the streets, a small bookstore caught his eye, looking upon the sign, ‘Tales of Time.’ A small sign was written in calligraphy with white and dark sage green for the background―looking at the front window, it had the logo of the store with vines, then― he sees the a-board in the ground; written in hand, what caught his eye was the store hours. ‘Monday to Saturday. 10 AM - 7 PM.’

He was contemplating if he should enter, yet he went anyway. The sound of the bell gently rang across the store, alerting workers that someone entered. The aura that this place gave was calming, soft music playing in the background. He can feel his once tense shoulder relax a bit, his eyes fall upon the counter where no one was. At first, he thought it was weird but then thought maybe they were putting books back where they were supposed to be.

He saw a ‘Reading corner’ at the corner of his vision, he thought for a moment, Should I read here? He didn’t think much of it and went searching for a book that could maybe interest him, he went inside for a reason. Searching through the bookshelves, he finally found the classics section.

Whilst scrolling through the books, he was endorsed on how many books he recognizes, he didn’t even realize, he zoned out. His eyes landed on the specific book, ‘The Hobbit.’

He remembered that day when it came out, he went to the bookstore and bought a copy of it. He finds himself suppressing a smile just thinking about the fond memory he had. Deciding to buy it, he touched the book to pull it out of the shelf, a delicate hand appeared reaching for the same book―his eyes snapped when he saw that he was reaching for the book with his metal arm.

“Ah! I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were gonna take the book.” A voice rang through his ear, retracting his arm, he finally looked at the owner of the voice, He saw a woman, slightly younger than him. She wore a simple long sleeve turtle neck and high waist jeans, yet someone with this woman did something to him that he couldn’t understand.

He felt warmth, his heart fluttering. A feeling he hasn't felt since his ’40s. A small tint of pink flares on his ear. God, he’s making a fool of myself.

“N-no It's okay.” He stuttered. He felt a little embarrassed that he was acting this way. What the hell is wrong with me? He thought taking a shy glance at the woman's face, her face was ethereal.

“You can take it.” He offered as he gestures for the woman to take the book, but she shook her head once and looked at his Cobalt coloured eyes. “No no, I was simply gonna take it where the other The Hobbit books were.” She stated, he didn’t even know he tensed up. “What’s your name?” She asked as her eyes showed genuine curiosity, he suppressed a chuckle, he thought for a moment―If she found out, would she be scared? But the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to get to know her, such a mysterious woman who had done something to him.

“Bucky, Bucky Barnes.” He introduced himself as he gestured a handshake on his physical hand, for the first time in a few years he's been with Seve or the others, he has a genuine smile plastered on his face. “What about you?”

“Y/N, Y/N L/N.” You reached for his hand, and he swore to God, Your hands were soft and delicate, Like the hands of a Goddess. If he can see his face right now, he probably looks so stupid with the grin plastered around his face and how he probably have heart eyes―he internally slapped himself, Pull yourself together bucky, you just met.

“Well Bucky, If you’d like to buy it, please take it―look around for some books you’d like to read. I’d be organizing somewhere, ring the bell if I’m nowhere to be found.” You said bending down to grab the small box of half-filled books on the ground, the way you say his name makes his heart bounce, God you’re really something. “Do you need help with that?” he asked politely, looking through your features, you seemed tired, has she been working this entire time without a break?

“No no, it’s okay, you keep going on with your day, but thank you for the offer though.” you beamed up but before he could reply, you slowly left the aisle he was in. He didn’t miss the small disappointment he felt though he didn’t understand why. Looking back, you were the first one who ever got to see his smile without even trying to.

In an attempt of wanting to see you again, he grabbed the Hobbit book and swiftly searched for the woman in the store. Being an ex-assassin, he was able to find you without grabbing attention whatsoever. He pretended to search for some books that may interest him, some of the books did grab his attention, he even looked at the back of some books to see what it said. But you grabbed his attention without even trying.

In the corner of his eye, he can see you in a stool trying to get a box out of the shelf but you were a little short, seeing you on your tippy toe trying to make a difference in your height was… let's say adorable for him. But he didn’t miss the way the stool was shaking, looking at the right leg of the stool, he noticed that it was about to break.

Without hesitation, he quickly set his book down on a nearby table and walked behind you. “Hey, be careful you might fall―” “Bucky―” His voice came behind you unexpectedly and you stumbled back putting all your weight on the stool, breaking the right leg.

His eyes widened when he heard the wooden leg break, with his super-soldier serum, he was able to hear it break. He fastens his pace, as you were about to fall on your back, a pair of hands wrapped around your upper hip and you landed on someone’s chest. Your cheeks began to heat up as you looked behind and saw Bucky and your eyes met.

His blue eyes were full of concern, and god forbid the way his eyebrows were furrowed―his eyes were full of concern as he scanned you if you got hurt. Bucky felt a pair of eyes staring at him. At first, he thought it was the people, the people who think of him as a threat or a fugitive, but raising his head to have a good look at your face, he saw you stare at him.

His eyebrows relaxed as his eyes landed on yours. He didn’t feel judgement, nor an outcast, he felt… accepted, he felt like those eyes didn’t hold grudge against him, he felt like he didn’t have to worry about being a threat or a fugitive―he felt like he could be himself. He snapped as he felt you push him away. He frowned, he noticed you blushing when he got a glimpse of your face as you tilt your head down―almost as if you were embarrassed.

“I-I’m sorry, I bothered you or anything you didn’t-” “Are you alright?” He cuts you off, bringing your head up, he smiled, the same smile he has shown you early on. “Are you alright? Does it hurt somewhere?” His gentle voice almost made you cry. You were never used to this type of people, people who were gentle and easy to talk to, people who genuinely care for others even though they haven’t met, you were so used to giving care, love, and everything to others in return, you forgot how nice it feels for someone to do something like that.

You snapped back from reality as quickly as you can, “I am, I’m very sorry for disturbing you.” You didn’t want to look at his eyes, you didn’t know why he just makes things difficult for you to look into his blue ocean eyes. “You didn’t disturb me, I should be the one apologizing. I noticed your stool was about to give up, I should have known that I might startle you, I’m sorry.” he let out a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood as he earned a smile from your face.

“At least let me make it up to you.” you plead as you tried to get closer to him but end up stumbling on your foot as you felt a sharp pain in your ankle, luckily, he was fast enough to catch you. “Hey, what's wrong?” Looking for a nearby chair, he found one around 15 steps away from him. “My ankle suddenly hurts―” A small yelp escaped from your mouth as Bucky lifted you at ease with his arms. I’m supposed to be taking care of them as the owner, not them taking care of me.

He gently sat you in the chair as you kept your head low, “Can I check your ankle?” You merely nod, not trusting your voice. Surprisingly, he was gentle with you, he focused on examining your foot, twisting and turning your right ankle, when he went to your left ankle, you winced. That's pretty bad, you thought as you sensed Bucky's frown.

“I think you twisted your ankle when you landed, sorry” he apologized, a small smile crept up on your face, “I should be the one apologizing for being a hassle.” He was taken back from your words, he looked up as he saw you already staring at him, “The Owner should be helping the customer.” You smiled at him, he swears he could see your eyes sparkled for a moment, with every smile you give him—his heart flutters.

You were like a drug, a drug that intoxicates you into taking more—it’s so addicting. He knew you just met him, but he wonders if he’ll ever see you again. He wonders if he can see your beautiful face again, he wonders if he can hear your voice again. A small smile crept upon his lips.

“Well… At least let me take care of you while you heal.” He offered. In all honesty, he didn’t expect to talk to someone during his walk around Brooklyn. He wonders what would happen if he never went into this bookstore in the first place.

Before you speak up, he puts his thumb on your lips—you paused as he towers over you. Sitting in comfortable silence with a grin plastered on his face whilst your dumbfounded features face him. Fortunately for you two, there weren’t many customers around this time, you somehow thank that you just opened 2 months ago, not many people knew this store.

Bucky realized what he did, his thumb on your lips, towering over you, he became flustered. God, how did this happen? He slowly removed his thumb over your lips, he didn’t see how your lips curved into a smile, “I-I’m sorry I overstepped…” He’s such a mess, he overstepped the person who he wished he wanted to get to know. Before his thoughts got out of hand, a small giggle erupted as he looked at you.

“W-what?” He let out a small chuckle.

“Nothing. It’s really cute when you get flustered.” His cheeks are now painted with a pink hue, She thinks I'm cute? Her words can’t wrap around his brain.

“I can’t say no, can’t I?”

“On what?”

“You taking care of me?’

He suddenly remembers, he asked her if he can take care of her while she heals, he internally smiled at himself. He knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer, he was too stubborn to take no, especially in your current situation. “I won’t allow it.” He set his pumping heart aside and grinned. “Well, I supposed I should close soon, don’t I?” You tried standing up but a large hand stopped you from doing so.

“I’ll do it.”

“Bucky—”

“No, I’ll do it.”

You slumped against the back of the chair, he was so stubborn, you kinda like it about him. You reached for your pockets looking for the key to the store—when you found it, you pulled it out of your pocket and handed it to Bucky with a string of confusion on his face.

“The key of the store, you’re the one who’s gonna lock up, right? Or do you want me to do it?” You teased with a light tone, he fumbled as he took the keys in your hand. “Ah, right.” You helped him close the store. Since you can’t stand up, you only use your voice to guide him, luckily for you, he was able to pick up the instructions you gave him.

Once you’ve fully closed, you put up a sign in the front of the store that said, ‘Close until further notice. We’ll be back!’ Bucky helped you walk across the street where he originally parked his bike, “Sorry for making you walk, I didn’t think I parked my bike further.” “You shouldn’t apologize, you didn’t know this would happen.” You said with a small chuckle, you limped across the sidewalk with Bucky’s arms clinging around your waist.

Whilst walking in silence, bucky stopped, making you stop as well. “Bucky? Are you okay?” you asked, you were confused when he let go of your waist. Before you question what he’s doing, he crouched down in front of you and gestured for you to hop on his back. “Bucky, stand up, it’s fine I can walk a little further.” “You know I’m too stubborn for a no.”

He was right, whatever you say to him, he’ll not take no for an answer, after a few seconds, you finally gave in, you slowly climbed into his back trying to find a comfortable position. Bucky held your thigh as he stood up—it surprised you how he’s carrying you like you were a feather, but you didn’t judge. His physical appearance didn’t go unnoticed when you first saw him, though you didn’t pay any attention to it, you couldn’t help how strong he was.

“Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“Where do you live?”

You saw that he was getting rear where his bike was, you then recited where you live. A decent apartment building around 10 blocks away from the store. You personally picked the apartment to be a little closer to the store with only a 15-minute walk.

He slowly drops you down, carefully setting your injured foot on the ground. He grabbed his keys into his pocket and began starting the bike, “Can you climb on your own?” You snapped at your daze, realizing that Bucky offered the seat behind him. “Y-yeah, of course.”

You slowly climbed up the seat, your chest resting at Bucky’s broad back as you wrapped both of your arms around his waist. With a small nod, Bucky started to drive.

You two sat in silence—comfortable silence. The wind gently gushed your face as your face rested on Bucky’s broad back. He was thankful that you didn’t get to see his burning face, the fact that you are so close to him, the first person to have the closest physical contact with. It didn’t feel real that someone can be this close to him, he still felt like he was dreaming.

“That building.” Your voice pulls him into reality as he saw you point at a building on his left. Soon after, he parked his bike in the bike parking lot in front of the apartment, he helped you get off his bike as you stumbled on your foot, landing on Bucky’s chest.

“My apartment is on the 2nd floor, you can drop me off here.” You wanted to convince yourself that you didn’t want him to drop you off by the door, but they've done so much in your first meeting it's kinda ridiculous. “At least let me drop you off by your door.” He pleads with his eyes. God his eyes are radiating a puppy who wants something, you can’t say no to those eyes.

“Fine, your so stubborn.”

“Thank you.”

You laughed alongside him with his arms wrapped around your waist, you didn’t want this day to end.

Once you’ve reached in front of your door, he waited for you to enter inside. He’s such a gentleman, you thought finally hearing the doorknob clicks. He sees a small portion of your room when you opened it a little. Plants sitting nicely on the window, with a white and cream coloured wallpaper in the background. It suits her.

“Thank you Bucky, you really didn’t have to do this.”

“I told you, I want to.”

His smile made your heart flutter yet it warms your heart. There’s something more to him that really interest you, you suddenly remember the book he placed on the table you were able to get. “Oh! Before I forget.” Bucky watches you search through your bag, he thought you were cute when you perked up like a puppy when you found what you were looking for.

“Here’s the book you wanted, Don’t worry, it’s free.” he could see a small blush creeping up to your skin, “I can’t take it, I have to pay you.”

“No no, take it. You’ve done a lot today and I know this isn’t much but I just wanted to thank you for what you've done.” He was hesitant to take the book, but with one look in your eyes, he can’t help but take it not wanting to disappoint you.

“Thank you, Y/N. Uh- I better head out, someone might be looking for me, I didn’t tell them I was going out.” “Oh! Of course, Bye bucky, see you again soon.” Your smile shot him straight to his heart, it was ethereal. See you again soon, You wanted to see him again, You wanted to see him again, he feels like he's dreaming. “S-see you soon.” He watched you close your door, he heard a small squeal on the opposite of the door, he looked at the book in his hand, The Hobbit.

He flipped some pages when a small piece of paper fell out. Confused, he leaned down to check what was written on it, his eyes widened with the realization that you have put your number on it.

Looking at the time, it was 6:30 PM, it was getting dark, He left the building with a smile on his face.

“Have you guys seen Buck?” Steve asked Sam and Natasha who was sitting in the kitchen leaning at the kitchen counter. “Maybe he’s in his room,” Sam suggested.

“No, he isn’t, I checked.”

“I think I saw him left earlier.” Natasha piped in. “Left?” Steve questioned, but before any of them could say, Natasha saw Bucky emerge in the commons room, “Hey Buck.” Her greet alerted the two men that he’s here.

“Hey.”

“Where were you?”

“Just went out.”

“What’s that book in your hand?”

He looked over his hand where the book was and showed it, “Oh, I went to a bookstore, the owner gave it to me for free for helping her.” The three didn’t miss the small smile he gave just by mentioning the bookstore owner, Sam was interested.

“Was she cute?” Sam teased, Bucky realized that he momentarily mentioned you with a small smile, He’s not gonna let that go.

“Fuck off, Samuel.” Sam laughed after his statement as Bucky migrated to his room. Meanwhile, Steve was happy he found someone to make him happy, but it didn’t cross his mind who was he talking about.

“Let it go, Sam. He’s Lovestruck.” Natasha said with a smile on her face. “Oh come on! I’m interested in who makes his icy heart melt?”

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Hey y’all! I know I promised a lot of stuff, but I’m sorry to say that I don’t think I’ll still be able to write them.

My reach has been so low lately. Not only that, I just don’t enjoy writing as much as I did when I first started writing again.

I’m also super busy these days and I don’t have as much free time anymore.

With that said, I’ve decided to leave the writing community. I might come back to this blog and start writing again, but for the mean time, this blog will be inactive.

I’m still gonna be on tumblr, but I’ll be on my reading blog (@tashareads) and that will be my (not-so) active blog from now on.

Again, I’m sorry and I hope you understand.

Thank you so much for being here with me. I love you all <3

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