Buck Barnes X Reader - Tumblr Posts

your meet-cute with Bucky but it's just him streaking and being chaotic

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: None.

A/N: Drabble, do not copy, rewrite or repost. I may turn this into a whole one shot someday but not today!

You honestly forgot about the ad you made at 10pm. The night before your sister's wedding.

The entire ordeal has been a nightmare, she was already a horrid person but she dialed it up to a thousand when she got engaged.

You're more than a little wine drunk from having to deal with your sister screaming at you because the shoes you bought were a shade too light. "This is lavender and I said light pastel. Pastel. What is so hard about choosing-."

You don't remember the rest of her rant, you managed to zone out right around the time she pulled out a color chart.

You do remember that it never ended. The idea came to you when she leaned in and poked your forehead with her sharp nail. It festered and grew with each glass of wine you downed, unable to completely ignore her shrill voice

By the time she left, you were tipsy and aggravated. You grabbed the neck of the wine bottle and emptied the rest before slamming it down beside your laptop. Ten minutes later you hit post and were knocked out on your couch.

You woke up the next morning, bleary-eyed and with a throbbing headache that made you want to cry and go back to sleep. Each step of the wedding process was worse than the last, at least the Motrin you took with a glass of juice was starting to kick in.

You escaped the dressing room full of her friends, needing to touch some grass and breathe air that doesn't smell thick heavy perfume. Leaning against the back door of the church, your phone dinged.

I'm here

You furrowed your brows at the unfamiliar number. Typing back.

Who's this

You stared at the dots on the screen.

...

....

jbb107

"What the hell?" You muttered, holding your screen closer to your face. You blinked when the screenshot of your ad popped up. Hazy memories of you cackling in your living room flashes in your horrified brain. "Oh. Fuck. Me."

Its a little cold

gonna be much longer

"Fuck. Me." Your finger rests on the keyboard ready to tell whoever jbb107 is to please go home when the window above your head screeches open.

"Get your dumbass up here and help me!"

Fuck. You.

You text back with the first real smile on your face in over a month.

30 minutes.

got it

25 minutes later you're standing at the altar, discreetly searching the woods for your guy. You switched out your lavender pumps for a pair of sneakers and you had your car ready to go with a change of clothes for Mr. Jbb107. He said to call him Bucky and you weren't sure which nickname was worse.

The plan was for him to hop in your backseat after the inevitable chaos and you would take him to his car he left a few blocks away.

He has perfect timing, just as your sister started her overly dramatic walk down the aisle, you saw a flash of skin darting from your left. Oh he's big, you thought when he ran past you, his wink making your mouth dry. You almost lost your train of thought when you saw his tattooed chest and arms, his ass jiggling a little when he jumped over a chair.

In the midst of everyone screaming and running around, you slipped past the crowd to your car. You grabbed the clothes from the back seat and listened as your sister yelled. Starting the engine, your eyes widened when you saw Bucky being chased by the groomsmen. You pushed open the door, screaming for him to hurry.

He skids to a stop and gives you another heart-stopping wink. "One second, doll." Doll. The way he said it, out of breath and yet so sweet, made you smile. You can get used to that. You laughed, hiding behind the steering wheel when he ducked and dodged the bulky men, causing them to fall onto each other.

He jumps in your passenger seat, taking the shirt from your hand and placing it on his lap. You take off, still laughing as the church faded into the distance.

You glance at him from the corner of your eye, he's openly staring at you with a wide smile. His eyes holding a hint of admiration but it's the way they drift down and snap back up that has you shifting in your seat. It's been a while since anyone has given you that look.

"You always go around streaking?"

He snorts, "you always pay to ruin weddings?"

"Touché."

A comfortable silence fills the car, the hot summer breeze drifting through the open window. He wiggles into the clothes as you turn down the next block. You're already missing the very chiseled, sexy view.

"So." He says, leaning back in his seat. "What if instead of you paying me, I take you out for dinner?"

You shake your head. "I don't even know you."

Bucky tilts his head with a smirk, pretty blue eyes gazing up at you. "Really? You've already seen me naked. I met the family. We're practically on the fifth date. What's a little dinner going to hurt?

You shrug, muttering true under your breath.

He closes his eyes, placing his arms above his head. "I get the feeling we're going to have fun."

"Me too."

Bucky vs Bucky - Smutty edition.

Imagine time travel going wrong only to end up so right when you have present Bucky and 40′s Bucky in front of you. You love your boyfriend with your whole entire heart and being but there’s something about that sweet 40′s baby that makes you weak.

Nothing gets by Bucky who notices the way your thighs squeeze together around his former self or the way you get all shy and giggly. The young soldier is no better, eyeing the prettiest doll he’s ever seen, wanting just 1 taste of his future life. You can’t seem to take your eyes off him; imagine your surprise when you walk into you bedroom to find your Bucky lounging on the couch while the other is leaning against your dresser, both with equally devious expressions. You feel hot all over because there is something in the air, filled with thick tension.

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