No But I Cant Even Think Rn I Just Im Just I What??like, Look At This:

no but i can’t even think rn i just i’m just i what?? like, look at this:

Y/N intertwines her fingers, and Draco thinks that’ll be the last of it, that she’ll sit nicely and go back to her Potions essay.

But she guides his hand from her lap and brings it to her lips. He doesn’t stop her mouth from pressing a gentle kiss to his bobbled knuckles, nor does he stop her from nuzzling the tip of her nose against his fingertips.

His heart is too fucking full and Draco’s certain he’s never felt this way over a girl doing something so innocently mundane. And yet, he’s struggling to bite down the need to kiss her silly.

HELLO??? this is so incredibly cute i’m malfunctioning

draco’s hands. That’s it. That’s all I have to say for the blurb.

Infatuation. He’s teased her with the word for a while, though she always argues otherwise.

“They’re just pretty,” she’d say.

Draco would roll his eyes and shake his head, lean closer for a kiss and nip her lower lip all while biting back a grin.

His comments didn’t stop her from continuously doing it, though. Didn’t stop her from grabbing hold of his hands at any given moment and fixating on his slender fingers.

Like now, as she settles close to his side in the library. She’s pulled his hand into her lap, toying with the ring on his finger as she rubs softly at his knuckles.

She can’t help it, really. It’s not her fault Draco happens to have the most attractive hands she’s ever seen.

He smiles to himself from beside her, acts like he doesn’t notice what she’s doing, because he doesn’t want her to stop. 

Y/N twists the silver metal, blinking absentmindedly as she absolutely does not listen to a word Blaise speaks from across her.

Draco doesn’t much listen, either. He’s far too busy biting back a smile at his girls obsession and fighting off a fiery blush that threatens to paint his milky skin. 

Y/N intertwines her fingers, and Draco thinks that’ll be the last of it, that she’ll sit nicely and go back to her Potions essay. 

But she guides his hand from her lap and brings it to her lips. He doesn’t stop her mouth from pressing a gentle kiss to his bobbled knuckles, nor does he stop her from nuzzling the tip of her nose against his fingertips. 

His heart is too fucking full and Draco’s certain he’s never felt this way over a girl doing something so innocently mundane. And yet, he’s struggling to bite down the need to kiss her silly. 

Both Blaise and Pansy pay no attention to the little act of affection, though Draco feels everyone’s just seen it. He doesn’t like that -- the idea of others knowing his and Y/N’s affections. 

It’s theirs and only theirs. 

She guides his hand back to her lap where she lets it rest and Draco gives hers a tender squeeze. 

His eyes are full of nothing but pure love and adoration as he stares at her, heart warm in his chest and the thought of her smile alone brings utter peace to his mind and soul. 

She’s focused on something Pansy is explaining but Draco can’t stop looking at her.

She feels his gaze on the side her face, warmth rising across her body and she turns to him, shy eyes and smile. 

Y/N quirks a brow and Draco shakes his head, offering a sneaky wink that only has her insides churning, and the innocent act Draco thought it was, suddenly turns into one of pure filth.

She leans closer, her other hand tracing the length of his fingers as her breath fans across his ear. 

“Can’t wait to feel these deep inside of me later.”

Sex stuff you probably won’t learn from fanfiction and/or porn:

Erotic fic and porn can be a lot of fun! But if you aren’t being provided with adequate sex ed through other channels (comprehensive sexual education, frank and open discussions with trusted adults, etc.), turning to fanfic and porn for your understanding of sex is gonna leave some major blindspots and may leave you with some unrealistic expectations. While there’s nothing wrong with these kinds of erotica, they are fictional and tend to leave out a lot of the more realistic, human parts of sex - they serve a great purpose, but that purpose isn’t primarily educational. The following is an incomplete list of some things you should probably know about sex that a lot of fic and porn tends to leave out:

It isn’t always super hot or super sweet. Sometimes it’s super silly. Or sometimes it’s sort of mundane and you’re both simply scratching an itch. That’s fine too. (Hell, sometimes you’re talking about comic books while boning and your partner is laughing that you’re getting REALLY ANGRY about spider-man while they’re going to town on you.)

You will probably not climax at the same moment. It’s a sweet idea, but extremely hard to coordinate, and if all your concentration is going into coming at the exact same moment, you’re probably not enjoying yourselves as much as you might. 

Sometimes bodies make weird, goofy noises. Squelching, slapping, air-escaping, un-sexy noises. It’s okay to laugh at this. 

Hell, it’s okay to laugh during sex in general.

Sometimes you fart. Sometimes you fart while someone is going down on you and it is embarrassing as hell. This isn’t the end of the world. Embarrassing body things happen. Heck, sometimes, with anal, there’s a little poo. You get over it.

Sometimes sex is… kinda bad? This doesn’t mean it’s assault, or something traumatic – sometimes it’s consensual but just kinda bleh and not what you hoped for. The best thing to do (if you’re talking about sex with a partner and not just a hook up who you can not call back) is talk to them about it. Figure out what went wrong, what you enjoy and what you don’t, and communicate what techniques you do and don’t like. Also don’t be afraid to stop someone in the middle of the sex act you’re not enjoying and offer guidance on how to help make it good for you too. (Side tip: masturbation makes great research into what you personally do and don’t enjoy sexually)

You won’t enjoy every sex act. Not every body is wired to find every thing pleasurable. You might find anal does nothing for you. You may find g-spot stimulation just makes you really anxious that you’re about to pee. You may not enjoy giving or receiving oral. You’re not broken if you don’t like something that every pornstar or smutty fanfic protagonist seems to have earth-shattering orgasms from. Everyone’s got nerve endings in a range of places – it’s quite literally, different strokes for different folks.

On that note, not all orgasms are earth-shattering. Sometimes it just feels warm and nice. That’s fine too. 

Sometimes, if you’re neutral on a sex act and your partner loves it, you can suck it up for them, and they’ll suck up something they’re not crazy about for your pleasure in return. But communicate preferences with each other! Know that when a partner does that thing you love that they don’t get much from, that it’s an act of care, and vice versa. 

Falling asleep in each other’s arms right after wild passionate sex seems really romantic, but dried and crusty fluids are gonna be a bitch in the morning. Also, after sex, you should both (regardless of your equipment) go pee to clear out the urethra of any gunk or bacteria to reduce risk of a UTI. 

Putting a towel down on the bed before sex means you don’t have to sleep on wet funky sheets. (it’s also verrrrrry useful for period sex if you or your partner menstruate.)

A lot of people don’t like dirty talk, or rough sex. Always ask first. (Fanfic on the whole does a better job than porn at showing communication, but a lot of it is still highly fictive on this point)

PROTECTION PROTECTION PROTECTION. Use condoms, dental dams, etc. not just to prevent pregnancy, but to reduce risk of STIs. (Yes, even couples with the same genitals who don’t need to worry about pregnancy).

Lube is great and very important, but random goopy things around you are not good lube. Random oils especially, since oil doesn’t flush out well and can trap bacteria inside the body – oil-based lubricant also degrades condoms. Use lube specifically designed for intimate purposes. Water-based and silicone-based lubes help sex feel really good!

Bigger isn’t necessarily better. A lot of people with vaginas don’t enjoy the feeling of being repeatedly punched in the cervix by a monster cock. Some people enjoy a larger size when being penetrated by an appendage or toy and some don’t.

Bodies are hairy. Genitals are hairy. You may get a pube stuck in your teeth at some point. If your partner is WAY fuzzier than porn ever led you to believe they’d be, well, that’s normal. 

Not everyone loves the taste of ejaculate. Sometimes it’s nasty (flavor tends to vary from person to person depending on their diet, but sometimes you just really don’t like it no matter what. Some of us hate the taste of peanut butter. People don’t always like things). It’s okay not to swallow, or to request a penis-having partner warn you so they don’t ejaculate in your mouth (in fact, it’s polite for them to do the latter). 

If you’re gonna have shower sex, get one of those rubbery mats for the shower floor that gives you traction, because otherwise it’s super embarrassing to call for an ambulance while dripping wet and naked because you slipped and accidentally broke something and your partner got a concussion while you were trying to bang in the shower. 

Moaning and screaming wildly during sex is fun but it will make the neighbors in the apartments adjacent to you hate you. Make choices accordingly. 

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER

this was so cute i’m running low on awws rn. and that kid PLS he said idc who you are, bogeyman, you don’t scare me. but tell me why i stared at this part

“No, Bucky, do you want to take me home?” You spoke slowly, but your body was on a high from all the sugar you had consumed.

His eyes widened. “God, I love you.”

He had you perched on his bike in record time, shoving the prizes and food into the small compartment in the rear.

and my mind was blank. nothing. empty. c.exe has stopped working. i was like why is he rushing??? so i kept reading, went back and was like ???? oh... OH!!!!

The Bogeyman and Other Monstrosities

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader

Summary: As the local biker club president, Bucky Barnes had a reputation for being tougher than nails and feared by many—he’d never be caught dead at a halloween street fair. Too bad his best girl always got what she wanted.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: References to sexual themes, biker!bucky trying to intimidate a child lmao, fluff

a/n: I’ve had this in my drafts foreverrr waiting for halloween! This is my submission for @lokithealligator​‘s 2k spooky writing challenge using a biker au and the prompt “Come on, aren’t you excited to see the little kids trick or treating?”. Congrats Ellie!! 🧡

You can follow my library blog @pellucid-library​​​​ for fic update notifications 🤍

Divider by @firefly-graphics​ <3

Masterlist

“Come on, baby, isn’t there anything else you wanna do?” 

Bucky watched as you flitted about the bedroom, grabbing the last few items to shove in your bag. You had a chunky, themed sweater pulled over your head and a wad of cash in your back pocket. The fair didn’t take card. 

“Buck, I’ve talked about this for weeks! It’ll be fun, I promise.” 

He hung his head low as he sat on the bed, a deep sigh escaping his chest. “Yeah, yeah. Knew I wouldn’t be able to get outta this one.” 

You padded over to him, steps made soft by your sock clad feet. They were halloween themed, just like your sweater. Bucky bought you that pair last week—shoved them to the bottom of the cart underneath the ten cases of beer he was getting for the club. 

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steve: our mission is to rescue hostages

natasha: no that’s your mission

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these cold rooftops - b.b.

summary: you're just doing your job as the local vigilante in new york, why can't bucky barnes leave you alone? spoiler alert: he is very much in love with you, even though he has never seen your face. pairing: fem!vigilante!reader x avenger!bucky tw: canon violence, blood, little bit angsty, a lot of banter, some fluff and happy ending :) words: 3.6K a/n: hi loves! i loved the idea of a vigilante saving the city as a sidegig and bucky just showing up unannounced, haha. they have this joking nature around them, but it also changes a bit to something else, and i hope it translates well in the fic! i hope you enjoy this because i absolutely loved writing this :). also, let me know if you'd love to see more of these two together! suggestions are very much appreciated :)) p.s. i now have a library blog! go follow @aeristhotle and turn on notifs to get notified when i update! p.p.s. dividers by @firefly-graphics

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BUCKY BARNES MASTERLIST | MARVEL MASTERLIST

The wind that was blowing around you left a cold touch to the dark material of your suit. The rooftops of the many buildings in New York City were a second home to you, a vantage point, a place to hide or just a place to calm down after a long night of prowling around the city, making sure everything was safe and sound.

The little scanner that was attached to the inside of your left wrist alerted you of a possible break-in, two blocks on your left. Burglary on the sixth floor, you translated the police lingo in your head as you lowered your mask over your eyes.

“On it,” you whispered to no one in particular, the words lost in the cold air as you smoothly jumped onto another rooftop, leaving nothing behind but a faint linger of your perfume.

You were quick on your feet, swiftly jumping over AC units and pipes, nothing standing between you and your goal. The cold air felt great on your half-covered face, cooling you down from the heat you were producing running over the rooftops.

Running over these cold rooftops made everything feel more alive. It felt like you were flying through the air, nothing holding you back as the city was relatively calm below you.

It took less than four minutes for you to reach your destination, little white clouds of air leaving your mouth as you picked at the lock of the rooftop door. The lock was frozen and wouldn’t budge - even when you tried your best to heat it with your hands.

“Need some help?”

The gravelly voice that had been haunting you the last few months spoke up behind you, making you drop your head in frustration. For the past five months, this guy had been showing up at random crime scenes, under the guise of helping you out - at least, that was his explanation.

“Barnes. Nothing else to do this fine Thursday other than disturbing me on the job?”

You didn’t even turn around as you searched for another way to open the door, trying to force the handle this time, using all your strength.

“Well you know, a little birdy told me my favourite vigilante was having some difficulty with opening a door, so I decided to help a hand,” you could almost hear the grin on his face, the heat that was radiating on your back indicating that he had gotten closer.

“I’ve been here for all of two minutes,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes good-naturedly, “that must have been a falcon because you got here quick.”

“Can’t let my favourite person in this city get cold now, do I?”

Bucky was now leaning against the wall next to the door, his eyes focussed on your hands gripping the door handle with all your strength. Unfortunately, the door didn’t even budge, the handle still frozen solid. The cold was now seeping through your gloves and it felt like your hand was burning.

“In the city, huh,” you grunted, waving your hand to get rid of the icky feeling of cold leather. “Thought we had something special.”

“Can’t let it get to your head now, can I?” he smiled, but the corners of his mouth dropped once he saw the solemn look on your face. If you couldn’t open this door, that meant the possible intruder would get away. And that was the whole schtick of this vigilante thing.

“Let me,” he suggested, his vibranium arm reflecting the full moon in bits and pieces, ripples of gold illuminated in the bright light.

Accepting his help meant accepting his presence in your work as a vigilante, which also meant you wouldn’t be operating solo anymore. The solo aspect had been the whole pillar of you even doing this side-job, as revealing your identity to someone else just seemed too dangerous. People couldn’t keep secrets well, and this one was just too important to you.

However, not accepting his help meant that the intruder would get away. That another innocent person would fall victim to the darkest souls roaming around on this world. How could you ever fall asleep at night, knowing you could have prevented this. It would be a selfish thing to not do everything in your power to help this person.

A sigh left your mouth as you pondered whilst Bucky scanned your face for any positive sign that his help was welcome.

“Fuck,” you sighed to yourself, but you stepped away from the door anyway, hoping this little thing didn’t mess up your whole life. Bucky could be trusted, right?

The smile touched his eyes once again as his vibranium fingers wrapped around the door handle, pushing it down with superhuman strength as the lock finally gave in with a small crack, the ice crackling as the door opened.

“My lady,” he gestured inside, the grin on his face just short of being cocky, but still kind and thoughtful of the turmoil that was still digging its claws in the crevices of your brain.

The building was completely silent inside, which was an omen in itself. It was two a.m., still early in the city that was never really silent. It irked both you and Bucky, as he got a knife out of his holster and twisted it between his fingers.

“What was this, exactly?” his voice was soft and on guard.

“Possible break-in,” you breathed out, turning the corner but finding nothing. “Got a feeling it’s something else.”

The only thing that could be heard in the building was the slow dripping of water, somewhere in a supply closet or from a leaky pipe along the walls that probably weren’t up to code anymore. Wallpaper was hanging off the walls in strips, mould forming along the edges as you tried your best to not gag at the smell. Imagine what it would do to your lungs if you lived here.

“God, how come the city hasn’t intervened here,” Bucky coughed as he checked the walls, not believing the circumstances people were living in.

“Not everyone can live in the Avengers tower, baby,” you snickered, but there was no humour in your tone at all. It was a solemn reality for many people.

Bucky nodded, his eyes trained on the walls as you tried the handle on one of the doors. It opened with a creak, but other than that, the room stayed silent.

“There is something off about this whole place,” Bucky said as you walked in, weapons ready if someone tried to pounce on you.

The whole place stayed eerily quiet, and after checking all the rooms, Bucky and you came to the conclusion that the place was abandoned. It looked like the people living there had left in a hurry, because the table was still set for four people and there were pans and pots on the stovetop.

“There’s only one apartment left on this floor right?” Bucky asked as he watched your mouth pull into a frown. “What did we walk into?”

“I’m not sure,” your eyes were quickly scanning around the place, trying to piece together what had happened that the whole floor was empty. Or was supposed to be empty.

“Let’s check the other apartment.”

The door of the other apartment was locked too, the handle not budging indicating something was blocking the door from the inside.

Bucky’s fingers wrapped carefully around your upper arm, no real pressure placed but still tight enough to make you stop trying to get into the apartment.

“Are we sure we want to do this? I don’t like where this is going.”

His voice was soft but stern, eyes unwavering as they flitted between yours. “We have no clue what is going on here, we’re going in blind.”

You narrowed your eyes at his posture and the worry that was clear in his voice, “don’t we always go in blind?”

“Well, usually we don’t deal with this type of shit. Catching robbers in stores and making sure a barfight doesn't escalate is one thing. This- this feels off.”

You bit your lip, trying not to let a smirk show at the concern laced through Bucky’s voice.

“You’re an avenger and I can hold my own pretty well, dare I say,” you snickered as you gestured at his vibranium arm. “Also, you inserted yourself in this situation here.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at that statement, “just admit it, you’re glad I’m here.”

“Yeah, yeah, you think very highly of yourself Barnes.”

Bucky scanned your face one last time for a trace of hesitation but he only found determination. That’s what drew him in, initially, you never backed down from a challenge even when it was dangerous for you. The safety of others always came first.

However, the last few times he showed up unannounced, he felt something deep inside his chest, this flutter when he observed you doing something dangerous. Something that had never bothered him before. There was this time where you jumped on the shoulders of a criminal, effectively taking him down. But in the process, he had grazed you with his dagger, drawing blood. Bucky still recalled the feeling that bloomed in his chest when he saw the blood dripping from your abdomen, the icy coldness of despair making his chest heave as he pressed his hands to the wound, trying his best to stop the bleeding.

In the end, it was just a small graze that needed minor stitching, but it made him think twice about when he exactly started feeling this way.

“Yo, Barnes,” you snapped your fingers in front of his face, effectively snapping him out of his daydream. “Mind opening the door? I have an early morning at work tomorrow.”

The soft look he had on his face was quickly replaced by a small smirk, “ah, thought you were doing this full-time. I suppose you don’t get a company car at this one?”

Bucky wrapped his hand around the door handle and pushed his shoulder against it too, trying to pry open the door.

“Yeah, no company car, no pay, no benefits,” you sighed as if you were contemplating resigning. “Don’t know why I keep doing this stuff.”

“Maybe because of your nice and handsome colleague,” he groaned, pushing with all his strength to open that damn door. “Heard he’s quite the catch.”

“Psh, I suppose he’s quite alright,” you scoffed, leaning against the wall next to the door Bucky was trying to open. “Aside from being an ass, he does occasionally help me out.”

The door gave in with a loud crack as Bucky took a step closer to you, “well, at least this ass was able to open the door.”

“And I thank you for it, kind sir,” you grinned, a ninja star ready to defend yourself if someone were to pounce on you. “Now, shush and let’s see what exactly is up here.”

Quietly, Bucky stepped inside the apartment, his broad frame blocking you from a possible attack.

Although, you couldn’t really call it an apartment anymore. There was no furniture left, aside from two plastic chairs in the middle of the living room. The kitchen was looted, the fridge door hanging open, revealing just an empty jar of pickles.

Bucky busied himself with checking out the living room, and you decided to go for the master bedroom at the end of the hallway.

Quietly, you pushed open the door and waited for a bit, hoping to catch someone in the act. Nothing happened, however, and you decided to fully step into the dark bedroom. There was a small flashlight attached to your suit and after some fumbling, you finally got ahold of it.

“Fucking thing, should get a new holster,” you mumbled to yourself as you clicked on the flashlight.

Just as you shone the light around, a dark figure came bounding at you at a high speed, knocking you over.

“Hey!” you yelled, quickly rolling on your belly and jumping back onto your feet. “Bucky!”

Bucky had heard the commotion and ran out to the hallway to see the dark figure running towards the exit. His broad frame blocked the way, however, and the figure tried to run past him.

Said person did not expect the pure power that Bucky possessed, and he was flung back, just in time for you to see what had happened.

“This dingus just jumped on me!” you exclaimed, a knife had replaced the ninja star in your hand as your mouth was pulled in a frown.

The guy had jumped up again, a shard of some sort in his hand as he measured you and Bucky up.

“Hey,” Bucky held out his hands, his eyes wide as he tried to calm down the guy. “Just surrender and no one has to stab anyone.”

His words clearly fell on deaf ears as the intruder pounced on Bucky, the shard of glass making horrible sounds as it tried to tear through the vibranium of his arm - fortunately, it was his right that the attacker had chosen.

“Nope!” Bucky yelled and threw the guy on the ground, done with his bullshit. “And stay there.”

As Bucky tried to find a way to tie him up, the guy took his chance again and punched you square in the face. Fortunately, his aim was a bit off because of the heavy fall he took, but it hurt nonetheless.

“Goddamnit!” you yelled again. You were used to the occasional struggle with a perpetrator and you kicked out your foot into his stomach. He doubled over, and you took no chances and bound his hands and knees with the special string you always had on you.

“Everything okay?” Bucky asked as he watched you rub your forehead through the mask. “I thought I knocked him out, I’m sorry.”

“That’s alright,” you replied, a small frown on your lips as you could feel a welt forming under the black material of your mask. “We should check what this guy was doing here.”

“The police are taking their sweet time on this,” you sighed, checking the small scanner again. They were supposed to arrive 6 minutes ago.

“You sure you’re doing okay?” Bucky’s voice came closer as his hand rested on your lower arm. “We could just wait for the police and get you checked out. Wouldn’t want you to have a concussion or something.”

“Thanks, but I have a feeling this guy is hiding something, so I’d rather check out the rest of the apartment first,” you patted his hand awkwardly, your heart racing at the feeling.

Bucky followed closely on your heels as you went back to the master bedroom.

The room was mostly empty, aside from some trash and a used sleeping bag. Adjacent to the bedroom, there was another door leading to either a dressing or an ensuite bathroom.

“Do you hear that?” Bucky whispered as you got closer to the door. “I can hear something.”

You tried to drown out the noises of the city and the huffs of the perpetrator in the hallway. There was a very faint sniffling, barely audible as Bucky quickly stepped towards the door and unlocked it.

What you found behind it made your heart wrench in uncomfortable twists and bends.

Three people were bound with feet and hands and put in an uncomfortably small closet.

After you and Bucky helped them out, the police and a few medics finally arrived on the scene.

Wanting to make sure the small family was alright, you stuck around when the medic checked them out. The man had a broken nose and a few bruises, but the woman and teenager luckily had nothing, save from a few scratches.

It turned out the guy who broke in was an angry client of the father, hell-bent on revenge for not helping him in the way he wanted. Now he certainly would end up back in prison.

Happy with the outcome, you wanted to disappear in between the shadows. A hot bath at home would certainly alleviate the throbbing pain on your forehead and the ache you felt in your bones.

The head detective who was talking to Bucky stopped you in your tracks though, “thanks for getting here so fast, one of our patrols ended up in an accident so it took a bit longer to get a second unit out.”

You waved away his thanks, a small smile pulling on the ends of your lips, “s’okay.”

The detective rolled his eyes good-naturedly at your modesty, used to it after working with you for a year already. The first few times you showed up at crime scenes, he really couldn’t care less about the wannabe vigilante that got in the way.

However, after you caught a robber who had hidden in the group of disaster tourists that crowded around the scene, he had appreciated the extra help. It also helped that you weren’t bound to any rules or laws that slowed down the workings of the police.

“Have you decided on a moniker already or do I still have to call you our local vigilante,” he grinned. “We got the friendly neighbourhood spiderman already, maybe you could be the helpful neighbourhood vigilante!”

You returned his grin, shaking your head in the process as you started walking away backwards, “Haven’t made up my mind, sorry chief!”

“It’s been a year! Either do a brainstorm session or give me your legal name!” he yelled after you, sticking out his thumb towards Bucky. “Bet he’d come up with some great ones.”

“Bye chief!” you turned your back and waved your hand, leaving the two men behind you as you looked for the closest ladder towards the top of the roof.

The climb towards the top of the building was always a moment you loved. Every rung of the ladder you climbed felt like a layer of the events that had transpired would fall away. It fell away, so easily with every gust of wind that would blow the horrible events that happened in your city away. It all went away, away, away.

Once you reached the top, you were not alone anymore.

Bucky was already waiting for you, used to seeing you disappear after a night where too much happened. The upside of his super strength and speed made it that he could climb ladders way faster than you. Tonight was another one of those days where he wasn't ready to say goodbye to you yet. He was looking out over the city, counting the little lights that flickered on and off, his vibranium arm still reflecting the moonlight. It was a constant in your life, something to hold on to, as your mother would say.

“Can’t get enough of me, Barnes,” you snickered, tiredness seeping into the tone you were using.

Bucky turned his back to the illuminated city at the sound of your voice, his eyes solemn and dark as you rubbed at your forehead again.

“Are you sure you don’t need to be checked out by the medic?” he asked once again, stepping closer to you. “I really don’t want you to die on my watch if it turns out to be something bad.”

You shook your head, your voice but a whisper over the sounds of the city, “I’m okay Bucky, thanks.”

His head hung low in rejection, “Alright I’ll just - I’ll just go then.”

He got on his way towards the ladder again, returning once again to the city.

Shit, you thought, do I really let him go, again?

“Wait!” you called out, quickly catching up to him.

“Hmm?” he hummed, scanning your face for any sign of why you changed your mind all of a sudden.

You could trust Bucky. He had been here countless times for you, he always helped you, he had a heart for the city and most of all - he had a heart for you.

Slowly, your hands peeled away at the black mask that covered the top half of your face.

Bucky held his breath, more and more inches of your skin baring to him, trusting him with your identity.

His hands came up to cradle your face, one hot and one cold, as he tried to memorize every inch of your skin. Every wrinkle, every scar, every little bump, the colour of your eyes and the way your tongue wet your lips.

Bucky didn’t think he could fall more in love with the masked vigilante, yet, it happened.

“It’s just a bruise,” his hot breath fanned across your facce, his left thumb softly rubbing over the bump on your forehead. “Think you’ll live.”

“You sure?” you whispered back, brows furrowed as the words you said held so much more meaning than just reassurance. It was you asking Bucky to keep your identity secret, to make sure you wouldn’t be compromised and forced to hang up your mantle.

He nodded, his thumbs still caressing your cheekbones, “I’m sure, dear.”

There was one last thing he still didn’t know about you, one thing that would show him just how much you trusted him, how much you appreciated his support on your nightly endeavours. It was the last of your identity that was left uncovered.

Maybe it was time, to show him you trusted him just as much as he trusted you. Maybe it was time to expose the last shard of your identity.

It felt like a good time to do it too, with his soft hand on your face, carefully caressing the soft skin on your cheekbones, his eyes unwavering and as always focussed on you.

Your hands came to rest on his wrists, nimble digits meeting metal and warm skin as you licked your lips, baring the last of your truths to him.

“Call me y/n.”