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You licked your lips as you sat in the bar, swirling your finger around the empty shot glass. You'd been there for a while, yet you hadn't really had much to drink. You sighed deeply and your heart leaped in your chest once you heard his voice for the first time in a long time. "(Name)?" You turned your head, "Bucky?" He nodded. He looked different, that much was for sure. His hair was long, pulled back into a tight, clean ponytail. His bangs were tucked behind his ears, and though it wasn't a long ponytail like a woman's would be, it still looked good on him. He was clean shaven too, though you knew all too well that that five o'clock sha

“Huh… I’m sorry but where am I? I’m an  idol from Korea..” Bucky has been born with those words etched on his arm, no one even knows what the word idol means, He would ask everyone he would meet if they even know what that word means and none of them seemed to know the answer.   Just my luck… Bucky thinks as he laughs with the others in the bar Probably a malfunction in the system.. , He was currently celebrating with Steve, a.k.a Captain America, his best friend. “Hey Buck, you okay?” Steve asks with concern, all knowing that although his friend was laughing with them, He had something else in

Song: Rude by Magic Bucky’s POV He looks over at the young girl lying next to him in bed and smiles as he gently runs his hand through her hair. Today was the dinner with her family and he was feeling extremely nervous about it. Bucky sighs as she looks up into his eyes her (E/C) shining back at him. “I guess we should get ready,” She says as she pulls away from him and stands up. The light instantly reflects off her skin making her look like a goddess and he smirks.   “You know you’re beautiful don’t you?” “I do, but hearing from you makes it even better,” She says as she leans back ov

Watch Me Gallery Commisions Warning(s): Minor Spoilers for Civil War Title: The Doctor's Assistant Number in Series: One Pairing: James Buchanan Barnes (A.k.a Bucky) x Reader Fandom: Avengers Word Count: 2,125 ((Your Magic Outfit: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/39/7e/59/397e59242030077c7f48d267ad8c8275.jpg )) ((Normal outfit for today: http://images-ff.asos-media.com/shmotterstorage/21826/outfit_large_49121c20-cc5b-42a0-bb55-3555a88e5fcd.jpg ))    Superheros fighting other superheroes. That didn't seem like a good idea. The war had just begun, though you and your mentor knew about it for some time. Even though you could stop it

  March 21st 1943 My darling Bucky, It was so wonderful to get your letter; your enthusiasm shines through so brightly. You sound like you’re settling in well, and those new buddies of yours sound like a bunch of real humdingers. As for this Colonel Dugan, you pay attention to him, Bucky Barnes, you hear! He knows what he’s doing, much more so than any of you kids, fresh off the streets. I feel better knowing you’ve got someone like him keeping an eye out for all of you.     I went round to check on Steve, like you asked, but he wasn’t there. Probably off trying to join up somewhere else, I suspect. You’ve got

March 5th 1943 My darling Bucky, It was such a strange feeling, waving you off at the station yesterday, but I’m so proud of you, Bucky Barnes, or should I say Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, of the 107th. Gosh, doesn’t that sound grand? Father was very impressed, said you’re going to make an honest woman of his daughter one day. Imagine that! I started writing this letter the second I got home yesterday, tears still clouding my vision, but I wanted to tell you exactly how I feel in this moment, watching you go off to war, praying you’ll return in good time, and fine spirits. How long does a tour usually last? Never mi

ONE SHOT~           Your private jet had landed in La Guardia New York airport after a long flight from Dubai. You had spent a whole week partying and living the high life of a billionaire’s daughter. You were (First Name) (Middle name) Stark, the infamous daughter of the well known billionaire playboy and philanthropist Anthony Edward Stark. Taking after your father in many ways like, being a genius in technology, a mad scientist, which was your own little secret, and of course not to forget your overly sassy sarcastic attitude. You were per say the female Tony Stark, but way cuter. The instant you hopped out of your luxurious jet th

Bucky x Reader Word Count: 1,805                It was half past noon and you had just finished training with Natasha. Still in your work-out clothes you walked to the kitchen in the floor you shared with Steve and Bucky. You made yourself a sand which and slumped down in a chair. The moment you got comfortable Steve and Bucky come into the kitchen arguing about something unimportant.                “I’m telling you Bucky, Elementary is the real Sherlock, not your British show,” Steve says causing you to groan. They were finally caught up and they spent most of their time arguing about stuff like this.                &

Sleep For a Week (Bucky Barnes x Reader) 2/2 Sleep still didn’t come to you very easily, as a matter of fact, it was becoming more and more difficult for you to find it, eventually you would, and you were getting the same amount of sleep, but it was weighing on you like an anvil, you knew the team had noticed and  they were giving you slack, but you weren’t sure why you wouldn’t have given it to you. But life went on, and you would just work until you knew you could sleep, which was probably why you were getting away with how slow you had been, you were so god damn productive, you hardly had anything to do anymore but help

Chapter 6 - Shake It Out I stare across the table at the man I had been having random lunch and occasionally dinner dates with for the past few weeks and smile. Steve was an amazing guy. It surprised me how much he was there for me. I also tried to be there for him as much as possible as well. The more time we spent together the more attached I became. I learned that his wife had passed away from a rare disease and ever since her death he had distanced himself from relationships. I didn’t blame him. After I lost Richard, even though I never thought of him in a romantic sense, I kept myself from getting too close to anyone; except for

(Name) hummed and searched through her old boxes that were stored in the Attic. Old iron maiden shirt from her punk phase.  A picture of (name) Steve and Bucky with the members of Motörhead. (Name) went through a punk phase in high school. She wore dark red lipstick, converse, band shorts and short-shorts. She had her head shaved on both sides the middle long and silky. She covered her face at the picture and smiled to herself. A box labeled "Love sick puppies" She raised her brow and opened the box. It was filled with pictures of herself and Bucky. The top picture was (name) riding on Bucky's shoulders chicken fighting in the pool

“Chocolate for you, strawberry for me,” grins Bucky, and you take your milkshake happily. “Thank you,” you pipe, watching as he slides into the booth across from you and swipes his paper hat off, “Are you sure you don't mind having our date here?” “‘Course not,” he says, “Long as I'm not workin’. I just got off, so I'm fine.” “All right,” you say, smiling as you taste your shake. Bucky made it, so it's just the way you like it, and you tell him so. “So, I was thinking,” he starts, and you crack a grin, biting back your immediate response of 

                “Morning Barnes,” You say as you walk into the kitchen in Avengers Tower. You were usually the first one up but quickly after James’s arrival last week you had gotten demoted to second.  Just like every other day James doesn’t acknowledge your existence, leaving you to make your coffee in silence. You thought it a good idea to make breakfast while the others were still sleeping, that way you would have to ward off people, Tony, trying to steal food while you were cooking. You decided on pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs since they were all quick and easy things to make. You already had enough to feed a

April 30th 1943 Dearest [name], It’s been a while since I’ve heard from you, and I wondered if your letter might have gotten lost in the post. I hope all is well, my love, and you’re having fun with your friends (and not working too hard).   One of the guys in the unit found out last week that his wife is pregnant with twins, so the colonel let us toast the news with a few beers. For a short moment it felt as if this war wasn’t happening, but then we heard that 40 New Zealand bombers had attacked Haarlem in Holland, and reality came back to slap us in the face.   As I’m sure you’ve guessed by the post ma

  May 24th 1943 My darling Bucky, I am sorry that it’s been such a long time since my last letter, but I have been quite unwell. Mother says I was working too hard, and I confess, I had taken on many extra shifts at the office, but I wanted to save as much money as possible for our future, James.   After working over 50 hours one week at the end of April, I came down with the most dreadful cold, which seemed to get worse and worse, until I could no longer stand or keep my eyes open. Father took me to see Doctor Hobbs who then had me admitted to Brooklyn City Hospital right away, which is where I write this letter from today. The docto