Summary: Bucky and Y/N are expecting a baby, and soon, but they still haven’t decided on a name.
Pairing: Bucky x Pregnant!Reader
Word Count: 3332
A/N: Fluff with a side of Bucky angst. Thank you to my wife @velvetofyourheart for translating the Russian parts for me. Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think!
Bucky had
known right away when Y/N became pregnant.
He had noticed the minute changes in her body, her
exhaustion, and her avoidance of his touch. He had noticed the fractional
widening of her hips and the change in the heaviness of her breasts, changes invisible
to most other people. It was strange to him that she didn’t tell him right
away, even as the panic of becoming a father settled in his chest for a nine
month stay.
Eventually, they had gone to dinner and Y/N had told
him. She had been wearing a dress that was already a bit tight on her, her
confidence plunging and her lip trembling before they even left their
apartment. She’s beautiful to him though, no matter what, and he had made sure
to tell her that.
She was three months along and she cried when she told
him. “I didn’t tell you at first because, even though we were trying to have a
baby, I knew you would freak out a little bit. But you already knew didn’t you?
You knew the whole time?” She had asked through a thick stream of tears.
He had nodded and smiled, “Yeah. I knew.” He has
listed the signs to her and then frowned, brows pulling together as he looked
up from the table. “How did you know I knew?”
Summary: Bucky really wants to take a nap with the reader, but she just wants to read.
Or
Bucky is a giant dog that needs a lot of attention.
Pairing: Bucky X Reader
Word Count: 2,169
A/N: Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think! I would love to hear from you guys! Also, if you’re interested, I’m willing to take requests (if you can’t tell I like to write fluff). I can’t promise I’ll do them as I reserve the right to say no, but the offer is out there. ❤
“Please,” he whines, standing in the doorway to the living room. Y/N doesn’t look up from her book, curled in on herself on the couch. “Please, doll?”
She heaves a deep sigh and looks up, no longer able to focus after ten minutes of Bucky’s begging. “I want to read, Buck. This is my day off too.” He lets out a whine and shifts from foot to foot. “Just go nap by yourself. I don’t know why you need me there.” She lifts her book again and does her best to ignore Bucky’s hurt expression.
It’s quiet for a few minutes and Y/N thinks Bucky might’ve finally left her alone when he flops down onto the couch next to her and buries his face into her hip, arms pushing around her waist to tug her a little closer. “Please?” comes his muffled plea into the soft material of her sweatpants. “I don’t sleep well without you, sweetheart. And all I wanna do is cuddle with my girl.”
It’s loud. Something is echoing, pounding, sending rivulets
of pain through his skull. He can feel minute vibrations through his metal hand
which rests on the counter. Bucky wonders what that noise is, why it won’t go
away, leave him be.
It’s ricocheting off the walls, bouncing, crashing,
thundering. And then silence, cotton in his ears, as a memory invades his mind.
A tank, a bomb, a gun, a man. It’s too fucking loud.
The noise is back suddenly, only this time it’s the soft
murmuring of a hundred voices. The sound of harsh, wet kissing is coming from
his left while laughing and the buzz of low conversation sounds around the rest
of the room. His hand shakes as his brain stumbles over his anxiety. The loud
noise is gone now and he realizes it had only been the frantic beating of his
own heart.
But there’s still just too
much going on. Too much to assess, too many possible threats, too much open
space. Needless to say he hates Tony’s parties. And he hates that Y/N has to
interact with people during them, unable to stay by his side throughout it.
Really its half his fault as she had to make up for Bucky’s silence and
reclusiveness.
Summary: Bucky and the reader have been together for a few months. She wants him to stay the night with her, but he’s reluctant. Modern!AU. Tattoo Artist!AU
Pairing: Bucky X Reader
Word Count: 5,252
Warnings: Smut
A/N: This is written for my most lovely angel,Tanya @velvetofyourheart. Happy Birthday, Tanya, I hope you like it. ❤ Also it was inevitable that I would name a story ‘Soft’ and I’m glad it’s this fic its used on.
“Hey, darlin’,” Bucky says without looking up when Y/N
enters his shop as she has every evening since he opened the tattoo parlor.
She smiles at him, at the stands of hair that have escaped
the low bun at the base of his neck, at the tattoos snaking up his arms and
under the short sleeves of his black t-shirt, dog tags dangling from his neck.
He’s penciling in a client, the desk phone pressed between his ear and his
shoulder as he listens and writes.
She waits until he finishes the call, eyes trained on his heavenly
mouth, before she looks up into his eyes and says, “Hi, baby.”
Bucky blushes when she calls him baby, ducking his head and
causing a few more strands of hair to slip loose from his bun. “How are you
today, sweet girl?” He asks as she leans into the counter, tracking his movements
with a tender gaze. “Okay?”
“Doin’ just fine now that I’m with my favorite soldier,” she
says, a cheeky smile in place. “Lots of clients today, love?”
He shakes his head as he turns away from her, pink staining
his cheeks now. “Not too bad. You didn’t have to come over tonight, Y/N. I told
you I’d be over when I was done here.”
Summary: Bucky’s girl convinces him to go to a club, just once, just for her.
Pairing: Bucky X Reader
Word Count: 2571
Warnings: smut, flirty reader
A/N: This is different from what I usually write and I’m so embarrassed to be posting it but I’ve been in A Mood so here we are. Feedback is appreciated.
“Doll…I don’t know
about this,” Bucky says from the other side of her bedroom door. He fidgets with
the sleeve of the shirt Y/N had shoved over his head earlier. “I’m not y’know,
sociable, or uh, good with crowds-,”
“It’ll be fine!” Comes her muffled response. “I promise.”
He sighs and picks at one of the buttons on his shirt. Y/N
wants to go out. Before knowing exactly what he was agreeing to he had said
yes, figuring she meant a bar. Because that’s where they always went when they
‘went out’. Now, he’s found out she’s intending to take him to a club. Bucky’s
anxiety is through the roof but he’ll still go because she deserves to have a
good time and he loves her too much to say no.
“I think you’ll change your mind when you see what I’m
wearing,” she says teasingly.
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