Pirate, bibliophile, wordsmith

Oooh let me think

It would so have to be modern au neighbor Bucky. I want him to have a normal life and not have to fight so bad. As for the tattoo 😉

When you had moved in next door to Bucky Barnes, you never in a million years would have believed your life would have changed so much, and in so many ways become so much better. You had thought that having to start over, leaving everything and everyone behind would have meant you would be spending countless nights alone. But Bucky and his friends had welcomed you with open arms and told you their doors were always open. And that was before you had started dating the brooding man with the ice blue eyes.

Bucky had become your rock. He was always there to listen to you and your problems. He didn’t care if you just wanted to unleash about something bothering you. He always seemed to know when you just wanted to unload and when you wanted his help with problem solving.

You were there for him too. You had helped him see that he was more than his metal prosthetic, given to him by the Stark family when he has to have his arm removed after an accident crushed the bones beyond repair. He had told you that he hadn’t even thought twice about himself getting hurt when Morgan had been in danger. Then it was convincing him that the age gap between the two of you was nothing in your eyes, that it didn’t matter his beard was starting to get a little gray in it, that he was the one who made you feel at home and at peace.

Natasha had pulled you aside, shortly after your five month anniversary, to tell you that she had never seen Bucky smile as much as he did with you. That you somehow had made his past haunts leave him. Even though you knew Steve was his best friend, earning Natasha’s approval somehow meant so much more.

Now, as you were hitting the two year mark, you knew that you needed to do something to show how much he had come to mean to you. So you called up your tattoo artist, and told him you had to get something done today.

You hadn’t told Bucky yet what the appointment was, not fully knowing how he would react. Sure you had other tattoos, but you hadn’t mentioned wanting to get one for him. But he was endgame for you. He was stuck with you until he decided that he was done, because there was no other way you would willingly leave him.

When you arrived home, Bucky had already let himself in, and had started pacing in the living room. His hair looked windswept, like he had been running his hands through it constantly. Even though you had told him it was nothing serious, with his past he must not have been able to relax.

“Bucky? Sarge are you okay?” You asked him as you closed the door behind you, and set your purse down.

Bucky looked at you, looked you over from head to toe before taking in a deep breath, filling his lungs finally. He went over to you, hugging you tightly, “Better now that you’re home. I know you said it wasn’t anything serious, I just couldn’t get my brain to let the thought of something bad going on.”

You hugged him tightly, knowing that because of his past, it was hard for him to not see mountains when dealing with the unknown. As his hands went down your arms, he felt the wrapping around your left wrist. His gaze met yours once more before he softly asked, “Doll?”

You smiled back at him before removing your jacket. Around your left wrist was gauze and black wrapping tape. You carefully peeled it away, knowing enough time had passed for the bleeding to stop. Once it was removed, there against your skin, in Bucky’s own handwriting was ‘till the end of the line ’. You waited patiently for his reaction, your nerves starting to spike slightly.

Bucky’s eyes watered as he took in the tattoo. He could barely believe that he got to call you his girl before, now you had gone above and beyond in showing the world that you were his and his alone. “You got this for me?”

“Of course I did, your it for me.”

Bucky smiled as he once again took in the words in your wrist. His words on his girl, nothing could be better than that. He smirked before pulling you in for a heat filled kiss, branding your lips with his. He barely pulled away when the need for air finally arose. He rested his forehead against yours, not giving you room to get air of your own. “Call up your guy, I want your name on me.”