Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes Oneshots

Yours - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Here's a cute Bucky x Reader where the specifically female reader has a rough day at work and Bucky cheers her up! Happy reading!

1,550 words

Your legs pushed against the merciless fabric of your pencil skirt as you trekked up the stairs to your apartment. After an extremely awful day at work, you came home to your elevator being broken. You regretted renting an apartment that was placed on the eighth floor of the building when you made it past the second flight of stairs and your thighs were already screaming in pain. You released a particularly pain-filled grunt when your heels clanked against the platform of the eighth floor. You brushed your skirt flat and continued down the hallway, looking for the door that had the comfort of home directly behind it.

Shoving your key into the lock, you twisted your wrist, pushing the door open quickly before jostling it closed behind you. You leaned against the door, kicking the six-inch stilettos off your feet. You swallowed the lump in your throat and closed your eyes, inhaling deeply in an attempt to feel better after the worst possible day in history.

The sound of your boyfriend's voice echoing throughout the room made you feel a thousand times better almost immediately. "Doll?" He turned the corner and came into view, rushing over to you after comprehending the look on your face. Your subconsciously flung your arms around his neck, suppressing the sobs that threatened to rack your weary form. Sinking your teeth into your tongue to hold back your wails, you clung onto Bucky as if your life depended on it, allowing a shaky sigh of relief to, in a way, relax you as his arms found their way, wrapping around you in a tight embrace. "It's okay, darlin'. Let everything out." He knew you were trying to suppress your cries, therefore he felt the obligation to remind you that it was okay to cry.

With his reminder, you relaxed your hold on him and burst into a fit of sobs. He gently lowered you both to the ground as you continued to weep in his arms. He pulled you onto his lap, softly whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he stroked tender pieces of your (color) hair. You felt safe in his arms and you stayed there for longer than you needed to, basking in the warmth and peace he always provided for you no matter what.

After a long ten minutes of crying, you finally began to calm down, sniffing softly as you tightened your hold on him. It didn't go unnoticed - Bucky returned the gesture - and said the only words you needed to hear.

"It's okay. I've got you." His metal arm massaged circles into the back of your right shoulder as the fingers of his other hand continued gently combing through your (color) locks. "What happened, Doll?"

You swallowed thickly as a tear slid the rest of the way down, dripping from your jawbone as you cleared your throat in order to speak clearly. "Just... a bad day." He nodded, not wanting to push any farther and gently pulled away. He pressed a chaste kiss to your crown before helping you stand and pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. But it was all you needed.

Keeping your arms around his neck, he gently began guiding you into the kitchen, you walking backward and him forward. You remained interlocked as you both stepped into the 'sacred room' as you called it. You smiled as you both waddled into the room. He reached behind you to grab a few things and you remained in place, content with your position. He pulled away and you whined but a grin found its way onto your face when you saw what he had reached for. He held up a (cookie/mini donut/small treat of choice) in his metal hand with a small smile and (tea/coffee/beverage of choice) in his right hand. You giggled as he brought the treat up to your lips. You sank your teeth into the treat and joy bubbled up inside you as he handed you the beverage. Pigging out with a smile, you began feeling much better than before.

He watched lovingly, with that look in his eyes that he always offered you after you kissed or said the three special words. It was cliche, but you couldn't care less. and you were glad the feeling was mutual.