#I Think Ive Seen This Film Before #And I Liked The Ending

#I think I’ve seen this film before #And I liked the ending

bonus (friends who kissed, lie together):

#mood

40s bucky has a special place in my heart. the sweetness and love, him being absolutely adorable oh my god!!!

when she’s reading to him about him, i wanted to cry so bad, it’s was so so beautiful!! 💗

i love this so so much <3

Hello there

If i may ask , do you write 40s bucky barnes fanfics?i am feeling down lately. I am a huge fan of the 40s bucky. It can be romantic . And a bit naughty

Hope you have a good day

Hey love,

I do write 40s Bucky Barnes fics (I write anything Bucky Barnes related ;)) annnddd I wrote this especially for you. Hope this makes you feel better and always remember Bucky loves youuuu <3

This is my first 40s Bucky Barnes fic. I got a little carried away so I hope you guys like it. I have a bittersweet relationship with 40s Bucky and Steve fics knowing damn well they never returned soo yeah it slightly pains me reading and writing them :(

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 40’s!Bucky Barnes x Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It was you and him, always and forever.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Fluff, fluff, and more fluffiness courtesy of James Buchanan Barnes.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Hey,doll,” Bucky greeted you as soon as he walked in your dorm, seeing you leaning against your headboard, scribbling onto your notebook. He hadn’t seen you at all today, and your friends had told him you had called in sick, so right after dinner, he snuck some leftover food and went straight to your apartment.

“Hello, mysterious handsome man,” You teased and laughed at him, narrowing his eyes playfully at you. “How’s your fever, love?” He asked as he walked closer, giving you a sweet forehead kiss. You closed your eyes at the feeling of his lips on your skin, sighing in content, “Much better since Ma gave me some medicines to drink.”

Bucky chuckled at your fake vomiting, slightly relieved that you were still his same, silly baby doll.

He sat at the edge of the bed, right beside you as he held a tray of leftover food he had picked out, a bowl of mushroom soup, which when you saw the thick creamy food you gasped, “You got me mushroom soup?!”

You instantly snatched the bowl and groaned at the taste of the soup on your tongue. Bucky chuckled, “Yeah, thought you would like a bowl of ‘em in bed.”

“You’re kidding? I would love to have it in bed, you’re the best boyfriend ever, thank you, Jamie.” You gushed as you gave him a big wet kiss on his cheek, which he laughed loudly at you.

“What were you writing? Another poem?” Bucky asked, he had known you had a passion for writing ever since you were little. It doesn’t matter what kind of writing it was, you do everything. From poetry to short stories to even some of songs you love everything there is about writing. Bucky had to close his mouth manually when he found out you could actually compose songs and sing, he thought he’s had enough reasons to love you as it is when turns out there are more and he’s more pleased to discover all of them over time with you.

“You’re right, actually. I missed you a lot today, so I wrote it for you,” You said with a small smile, eyes tearing away from Bucky shyly.

Bucky had sworn his heart stopped beating for like 5 seconds.

“For me? Really?” He whispered in awe, his smile widening at your blushing cheeks. Bucky was absolutely sure his face was the same hue as the couch at the moment, but his heart was leaping in too much joy to actually care. Seeing you before him trying to hide your heavy blush and trying so hard to contain a big grin with your teeth on your bottom lip had his whole knees weak. You looked mad adorable and all Bucky wished to do at the moment was shrink you into pocket-sized and keep you in his pocket forever.

“I-I mean, no one has written me poems before…” He trailed off, his hand brushing the nape of his neck, feeling extremely giddy and extremely happy. He was usually the one who made you this way, blushing and stuttering, but when it’s your turn, he almost died out of heart attack each time.

“Well, you’re going to be surprised when I tell you that every love poem I’ve written, I thought of you.” You said, rolling your eyes playfully at his widened eyes, flushed cheeks, with a giddy grin on his lips.

There it is— the heart attack.

“Well I would love to hear you read it for me—excuse me, madam, coming through,” He said, shuffling on the bed closer to you, laying between your legs, his back on your chest and his head on your shoulder perfectly; as if your body was molded solely to hold him this way, and Bucky couldn't agree more. You laughed as he finally leaned onto you, sighing in content as he did. You pulled the blanket so it could drape the both of you perfectly, and you leaned your cheek to his forehead.

“Alright, but warning, it’s very very mushy,” You warned, and he smiled a bit wider, “All the more reasons to read it then.”

You reach for the leather brown notebook at your other side, flipping the page easily to where you want it due to the pen resting between the tea-colored pages, acting as a bookmark.

Your arm beside Bucky rested on his head, massaging his scalp gently as he liked it. Bucky hummed in content as he leaned onto your neck, feeling very comfortable. The warmth from your body behind him and the heavy blanket draped across you both felt so comfortable that he didn’t want to move, ever.

“This is the first poem, I call it 5th December,” You said, and Bucky opened his eyes, “Why 5th December? Isn’t that like, 10 days ago?” You chuckled, “Yeah, I first wrote it then, but I finished it today.” Bucky hummed in understanding, “Go on then.”

“I’m not very good at reciting poems, so excuse me if it doesn’t sound right.” You said and Bucky dramatically sighed, “You’re stalling, love. And even if you say it most horribly, I’ll still love it because you wrote it.”

“Aww, Jamie ,” You cooed, kissing his forehead causing him to crack a smile. “Okay, okay, here it goes.” You said and Bucky had his eyes on the notebook you’re holding, scribbles of black lines and paragraphs filled every page.

“If you ask what my birthday wish was,

I simply could not tell you because

I don’t wanna say it’s wanting you with me laying down the grass

Together at night with the company of the stars.”

“Aww, baby doll.” Bucky cooed and kissed your cheek, causing you to stifle a giggle before going back into reciting mode.

“If you ask what my falling star wish was

I shall simply shake my head just because

It’s hard to describe wanting you by my side each and every night

Taking your hand in mine and waking up with you next in line.”

As you read the words, Bucky found himself getting flutters in his stomach. He was so focused now, wanting to hear more of your voice and this poem combined, because to him, there is no such beauty that could compare. All that matters to him as of that moment, was you.

“If you ask what my new year’s wish list was

I would simply put my lips together because

I couldn’t tell you it’s wanting to travel the world with you

And just try together everything new and spend time with you.”

You looked at him, and Bucky was already looking at you with full adoration. He looked so mesmerized and amazed, you smiled at this; how adorable. You closed the notebook, you had already memorized every line as you had read it over and over for the past day, getting butterflies in your heart as you thought of Bucky every time. With your eyes on him, your soft voice recited the poem again.

“If you ask what my clover wish was

I would just laugh and tell you no because

I wish to touch every inch of you every second with all my will

For your lips against mine, I shall need no happy pill.”

Bucky was in a trance. The beautiful words you crafted together were meant just for him. The poem you shared with him was because of you thinking about him. At that moment, Bucky had thought of something he never would’ve thought during his past relationships.

He wanted to spend his entire life with you, and no one else but you. He wanted to live with you, to be with you through thick and thin. Because… Because he loves you.

“And if you ask, why won’t you tell me anything of you wished for

Let’s talk about it over a nice cup of tea just brewed

I shall say with the love in my eyes a secret till forevermore

That if I simply say it to you, then none of them would come true.”

As you finished it, you gave him a gentle smile. There was a silent moment from the both of you, the only sound was the raindrops outside the window, the rhythmic splatter of water was therapeutic, to say the least.

You took your time to look at Bucky’s face. Sometimes you have marveled at the fact that you could get this ridiculously beautiful man to be yours, to like you for who you are, to accept each and every quirk you have without any feeling of annoyance or disgust from them.

This ridiculously beautiful man, with lush and soft dark brown hair,long eyelashes, the stunning color of blue for eyes, and light freckles decorating his face like footsteps of an elegant ballerina on stage.

“I am so lucky,” was all Bucky could breathe out as he leaned upwards, engulfing you into a passionate kiss. Bucky loved every single moment when he kisses you, your lips are nicotine at its best, and he would drop everything to be an addict, an slave for you; for thousands of eternities if he could.

His hands had found the back of your neck, pulling it closer to his direction, deepening the kiss. You closed your eyes to relish the moment, your hands already found their place at each side of his jawline, hungrily pulling him closer to you.

When you pulled away, your lips were ghosting each other, his hard breaths hit your swollen lips softly. “What exactly are you lucky for, Barnes ?” You breathed out, still panting softly, the smile on your lips grew as it mirrored the lovestruck smile on his lips.

He kissed your nose, and the rosy cheeks returned, “For you, for the poem, for you reading the poem, for you writing the poem while thinking of me,” You giggled and he joined with a chuckle, a soft smile on his face, “For everything. I love you, my love.”

“I love you too,” you bit your lips, trying your hardest to contain a smile, “If this is what I get after reading you a poem then do you wanna hear the second one?” Bucky laughed loudly; happy and content just being there with you.

“Oh, absolutely.”

It was peaceful and quiet. The serene sound of your synchronized heartbeats filling your ears.

It was you and him— Always and forever.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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