Different oneshots between Marvel Cinematic Universe's Bucky Barnes X Y/n (Female Reader) Most of them are an alternative universe, so doesn't match the mcu Storyline, some do, some don't, some oneshots are big, most are average sized or small, (In...
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Title: "The 100th Time."
Summary: Bucky rejects you for the 100th Time, because he keeps you are playing around, but are you really?
Y/n leaned against the doorway, a playful smirk dancing on her lips as she caught sight of Bucky Barnes sitting at the table. He was engrossed in cleaning his knife-methodical, serious as ever. But Y/n wasn't one to be deterred by his stoic demeanor.
"So, Barnes, you ready to admit you've been in love with me this whole time?" she teased, twirling a strand of her hair between her fingers.
Bucky didn't even look up. "Nope."
She faked a gasp. "That's the 100th time you've rejected me. You really know how to break a girl's heart."
"You're resilient," he muttered.
Resilient? Sure. But something about his tone, the way he dismissed her with such ease, stung this time. Y/n stood there for a second longer, waiting for the familiar back-and-forth banter that followed. But it never came. He didn't even bother to glance her way, his attention fully on his weapon.
"Fine," she said quietly, letting the teasing edge of her voice soften. "Guess I'll leave you alone then."
And for once, she did.
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Days passed, and the change was immediate.
No more cheeky remarks. No more stolen hugs that ended with her being half-heartedly pushed away. No more wandering into the common room just to ask Bucky for things she didn't need. It was silent. Quiet. Peaceful, even.
And Bucky hated it.
At first, he thought it was a welcome reprieve. He could work in peace, no constant flirtatious interruptions, no Y/n hanging around trying to get under his skin. But by the third day, something began gnawing at him. The silence wasn't peaceful. It was unsettling.
Bucky's eyes flickered over to the couch where Y/n usually lounged, texting or pretending to read a book while sneaking glances his way. The spot was empty. Every room felt emptier.
He grumbled to himself, getting up to leave the compound, but as he passed the kitchen, he saw her. Y/n was sitting at the counter, casually chatting with Sam. Her laugh was as loud as ever, but there was a weight behind it that didn't sit right with him. She'd moved on to Sam now? His jaw clenched as he approached, trying to be subtle.
"Hey," he said, cutting into their conversation.
"Hey, Bucky," Y/n greeted him, her voice neutral, almost distant. She didn't flirt, didn't flash him her usual playful smile. Instead, she turned back to Sam, like Bucky was no longer the center of her attention.
