Various x reader oneshots

(Bucky Barnes) Second Chance

Published: August 27, 2020
Word count: 913
Prompts: "You're my second chance."
                    "You really like hugs, don't you?" "Only yours."
Written for @im-a-writer-right and @blisfvll's writing challenges on tumblr!

Your nails made clicking sounds on the keyboard of your laptop as you typed. Yay, mission reports. In any case, you wanted to finish this as quickly as possible so you could go have a snack and get some kisses from your sweet boyfriend without either Steve or Tony badgering you about it.

You sighed. Having started twenty minutes ago, you couldn't permit yourself to take a break. Curse your procrastination. The report was due tonight and you only had yourself to blame.

Now you were ultra-focused on the words flashing into existence on your screen, so much so that you failed to notice the door of your bedroom open as someone entered.

The bed bounced when a large body flopped down next to you. You only glanced up for a split second, looking down again when you realized he wasn't a threat. It was none other than your loving boyfriend Bucky Barnes, lying face first in one of the many pillows you decorated your now-shared bed with.

"You okay, babe?" you asked, not breaking your concentration. The only response you received was a groan, or at least that's all you remember. Maybe your mind didn't quite register anything he might have said.

You almost forgot he was there until he started grabbing at your hand. God, you wanted to touch him too, just feel his presence, but you did not want to get Tony on your back about this dumb report.

"Buckyy, I need to work," you whined, pulling your hand out of his reach.

You made the mistake of looking at him when you didn't hear anything. He was pouting. The big, bad, deadly assassin, former Winter Soldier, was pouting at you like a child. Smart man.

You sighed, looking away so you could wholeheartedly convince yourself why giving in was a bad idea.

"Babe, let me finish my report and I'll let you cuddle me as much as you want."

He seemed deep in thought for a moment, as if weighing his options. Deciding it would be faster to just let you work for a few minutes, he nodded.

"Okay. But I expect kisses too."

"What are cuddles without kisses?" You grinned, the urge to peck his lips too strong for you and so you did exactly that.

He lay back, hands under his head as he watched you work. Not so much watching as admiring you, though. His eyes traced your features, committing them each to memory as if he were afraid you'd be ripped away from him and he'd be left with nothing but memories of you.

You'd been there for him since he broke free of Hydra, never once faltering in your attempts to get closer to him. After a particularly bad day, he broke down and let you past his walls. You helped him regain his memories and get out of his pickle with the government, and sometime in between, you fell in love with him, and he with you. You had been together ever since. His entire life constituted one long ordeal, one hellish nightmare, but you were waiting for him at the end of it all, welcoming him with open arms. His light at the end of the tunnel.

You were his sun, his moon, his stars. Hell, you were his entire universe. And for you, he'd do it all again.

"Buckyy, stop staring. I can't focus like that," you whined, patting his leg to draw his attention.

"Can't help it, doll, you're just too beautiful." Christ, the way the words rolled off his tongue had you actually believing them.

"Don't tempt me," you groaned. "I want to cuddle too, but then Tony and Steve will scold me for procrastinating, and you know how much I hate that."

You turned your attention back to your laptop, typing the report up as quickly as you could. You still felt his gaze burning holes in your back, but you didn't care, wanting to finish as soon as you could so you could crawl into his arms.

"There. I'm done." You closed your laptop, setting it on your nightstand before flopping down next to him. "Hey there, handsome. What're you thinking about?"

"You." He pulled you into him. "And second chances, I guess."

"What about them? You don't need second chances, Buck. You're doing great."

"I know, doll." His chest rumbled with a breathy laugh as his arm tightened around you. "I was thinking about you. I know it sounds cheesy, doll, but I swear, you're my second chance."

"Baby-" You didn't know what to say, instead choosing to press your lips against his. His hand flew to the back of your neck, tilting your head and coaxing your mouth open. You reciprocated with every ounce of love you had for him, which was already an unmeasurable amount.

"Love you, darlin'. So, so much," he murmured against your lips before capturing them in another sweet kiss.

"I love you too, Bucky. But I could really use a snack, so..." With that, you attempted to stand up, but he wouldn't let you, his iron grip keeping you in his arms.

"I'll call Steve, he can bring us something." He was already dialing the number before you could respond.

"You really like hugs, don't you?" You laughed, laying your head on his chest again anyway.

"Only yours," he hummed. "Hey, Steve, it's me. (Y/N) just finished that report and we're hungry, so bring us some snacks, would you?"

It's a bit shorter than my usual fics, I know, but I hope you enjoy anyway!