(Bucky’s text is bold and italicised // Reader’s text is italicised)
Bucky sighed, switching his computer on and running a hand
through his unkempt hair. His shirt, a uniform he had complained about many
times, lay uncomfortable and itchy against his skin, only adding to his
frustration.
Being an FBI agent seemed great on paper; Bucky could
imagine nothing less than the James Bond lifestyle, with cool suits and the
action the adventure he’d always craved. Of course, the reality was much
different. Bucky’s role as an FBI agent lay within the ‘Monitoring’ department;
it was simple, really. You’re assigned to one person in the US, and monitor
their activity through… classified methods to ensure they’re doing nothing
dodgy and protect the American people.
To some, it might seem like quite a thrilling job. Bucky
himself had even been excited when he started; he was doing a good service for
the security of his country, living the life of a spy even if in a somewhat
unorthodox nature.
Unfortunately, it quickly became apparent that very few US
citizens were even remotely concerning to the FBI. Bucky had been assigned to
three people since he joined, and every single day so far had been utterly
boring (he’d been caught sleeping at his desk multiple times). The first person
he’d been assigned to was a middle-aged woman who had absolutely no idea how to
use her laptop. At first, Bucky had found it mildly entertaining to watch her
efforts to open a word document or search something on Google, however within a
couple of months he had grown entirely frustrated with the woman, so much so that
his boss had to assign him a different citizen after he screamed at computer
“just click the fucking X!” in front of the entire office.
After that incident, Bucky was paired with an old man who
was gifted his first computer by his grandchildren. Now, the man was lovely,
but if Bucky thought his job was boring before? That was nothing compared to
spending a 9 – 5 watching some old guy take 15 minutes to type one sentence.
Bucky actually felt quite sad when he passed away, a connection having formed
with the old man given how long he had monitored him, and even sent an
anonymous card and gift to the family when he found out.
As for his third assignee, Bucky had yet to meet her. Of
course, he had a pretty detailed outline of her life thanks to the FBI’s dedicated
researchers (whose roles were probably far more interesting than Bucky’s, a
fact he very much resented). Today was actually his first day monitoring Y/N
Y/L/N, and he could only hope against hope that she was some sort of
supervillain who could bring some excitement
to his job.
Bucky’s screen finally came to life, alerting him that Y/N
had turned on her laptop. Straightening up, he took a sip of coffee before
easily tapping into her webcam and streaming it to his own computer.
Well shit.
Bucky’s breath hitched as Y/N’s face filled the screen, a
mumbled curse falling from his lips. She was beautiful, with glistening Y/E/C
eyes that shone in the light of her display, and plump lips that looked so damn kissable. How could Bucky
possibly do his job, when it consisted of watching the stunning woman in front
of him all day? He continued to stare, captivated, more focused on her in those
few moments than he had ever been during his entire career. Y/N began to setup
her laptop, and Bucky couldn’t have been more grateful to finally have someone who knew how to use a damn computer, finding
himself smiling like an idiot at his screen.
“Hey, babe!”
Bucky let a drowsy smile take over his face as he heard
Y/N’s voice, her eyes looking directly into his through the webcam. Of course,
she wasn’t talking to him; Y/N’s description hadn’t failed to mention her
boyfriend. The two facetimed constantly and every time they did it was like a
knife driving further and further into Bucky’s chest; in those few moments,
though, when she would start the call and say hello, Bucky couldn’t help
himself but pretend that it was him she
was talking to, him she called her
sweetheart, her baby, her love. It was sad, really, but when you spend your
entire day watching another person there’s nothing can be done about the bond
that forms, if only one sided. Such a bond is rarely a romantic one, however
Bucky just couldn’t help himself. Not only was she the most stunning person
he’d ever laid eyes on, but she was so kind, so pure, so lovely. She spent her nights watching cat videos on YouTube,
giggling as she did, and Bucky just knew it was his favourite sound. She would
play music from her laptop and dance around her bedroom, singing at the top of
her lungs, and it was the most adorable thing Bucky had ever seen.
It was like having everything you’ve ever wanted, needed,
right there in front of you, and just not being able to reach it. It was
taunting.
The day she broke up with her boyfriend was a difficult one
for Bucky. She had curled herself up in her bed, sobbing into the sheets, and
he could do nothing but watch from the laptop she had left open. Her cries hurt
his heart, even more so when they didn’t stop until the early hours of the
morning, eventually fading into soft snores. Since that night, he had felt a
strong sense of protection for her, wishing that he wasn’t so helpless.
It was against protocol, any interaction with assignees was,
but Bucky would be damned if he let that stop him. The next day he had ordered
Y/N’s favourite takeaway (yeah, he knew what it was) to her house, his face
lighting up as he saw her sit on her bed with her brows furrowed in the cutest
way, before shrugging her shoulders and digging in. He felt so proud, watching
her lips curve upwards as she ate, his own lips doing the same knowing that he made her smile like that.
Bucky wasn’t
quite sure how the memes started, but truth be told, he loved them. The FBI, of
course, were worried sick; surely their means of monitoring the public hadn’t
been discovered? It was chaos, as directors ran around the office making phone
calls and trying to reel in the ‘social media material’ that was being spread,
while Bucky sat at his cubicle and giggled at people’s jokes about the FBI guy
watching them through their webcam.
The best
part? Y/N loved them, too. He could see her screen as she laughed at yet
another meme, liking and retweeting with a smile on her face that made Bucky’s
heart stop in his chest. In a strange way, it gave him hope, as if she were
accepting him. Things really changed, however, the day he watched her talking
to her friend over the phone.
“Have you seen
all those FBI memes? Yes! Here’s the thing, do you think it’s real? Do you
think they actually do watch us?” Bucky’s breath hitched as Y/N stared suspiciously
at her webcam, at him, while her
friend answered. “Yeah, yeah. I’m just saying that I’d want my FBI guy to at least
speak to me, let me know he’s there. Who knows? He might be nice!” Y/N giggled,
although it fell on deaf ears as Bucky’s thoughts spiralled. He wasn’t sure
exactly what overcame him, what pushed him to do it, he just knew that he
couldn’t stop himself. Reaching forward, he began to type, fingers trembling as
he did.
I’m here.
Y/N watched
as a small box popped up in the corner of her screen, Bucky’s words inside it.
She stared at it, brows knitting together, as she carefully pulled her phone
away from her ear and whispered “I’ll have to call you back”, before hanging
up. She studied the text box, eyes widened, then brought her shaky hands to the
keyboard and typing back.
Is this real?
Bucky didn’t
know how to respond. Should he even respond? Fuck, of course he should. She was
here, talking to him, and he had never been closer to her.
You know who I am?
Y/N smirked, quickly
responding before looking up into her camera.
Well, you’re not Santa.
Bucky giggled
at this, a full and wholesome laugh that was so enticing, he wanted to relive
it every day, every moment. Only she could elicit that laugh.
So, FBI, huh? Pretty neat.
That’s what everyone
thinks. It’s pretty boring actually.
Seriously?!
An even wider
smile graced Bucky’s face at her response as he remembered his previous
assignees, excitedly typing back to her.
The first lady I had to
monitor didn’t even know how to close a Word document. I spent 7 hours a day
for four months watching the poor woman try to figure it out.
If Bucky had
relished the feeling of the laugh she pulled from him, it was nothing compared to what he felt when
she laughed at his reply. It was so bright, so beautiful, even more so when
paired with the grin on her face. God, he wanted this. He wanted to be with her
like this, calm and carefree, just two people living and laughing and loving, well, on his side anyway.
Time passed
quickly, the pair continuing to speak every day, and Bucky just fell more and
more in love with her. He was able to explore a depth to her soul that his
briefing on her and even his time monitoring her could never have shown him.
And he adored it. She was a friend to him now, far more than simply an acquaintance,
and there was a constant buzz in the back of his mind telling him that maybe
she was more than that, too.
Can you be in love with someone you’ve
never met?
Bucky stared
at Y/N’s words, fingers dancing across the keyboard as he tried to think of a
reply. Of course, he knew the answer. Yes. He himself was a perfect example; he
had never met Y/N, and yet he was so sure that it was she who hung the stars in
the sky.
I am.
Y/N exhaled,
nodding her head subtly, knowing that Bucky would see it. She chose her next
words carefully, cautiously, unsure of how to proceed and yet knowing exactly
what she had to say.
Well, then, I must love you.
Bucky’s reply
was instant.
I love you, too. I have
for so long.
Y/N wanted so
desperately to hear his voice, to hear and see him say those words. He had
described himself to her, and since then, she had yearned to feel his brunet tresses
between her fingertips, and the soft stubble of his beard beneath her palms. She
looked into her camera, knowing he could see her, knowing he was looking at
her, too.
I need to meet you.
Bucky’s
breath stopped. His eyes didn’t leave her words, entranced by them, his heart
beginning to thump wildly.
In that
moment, nothing else mattered to Bucky anymore. He knew he would be breaking
his department’s most important rule. He knew he would lose his job. He just didn’t
care. Because in that moment, and every moment before and every moment after, only
she mattered to him.
So as we close in on two months on hiatus (sorry 👀) I think it may be time for Painfully Thick™ to evolve a little bit in order to survive. I’m still devoting almost all of my spare time to writing original fiction for myself, and on a good day, I feel really good about it! 😂 But every now and then it is nice to come back to the blog, and all you wonderful people. I miss you!
That being said, I would still love to write imagines in my spare time. I do have Blind Side chapter 7-10 completely planned, so look for that in the next month or so. But in order to not completely ignore you guys anymore, I’m going to have to incorporate something other than 100% original content. Such as:
💖 fic recs 💖 writing tips? 💖 news/updates about the gentlemen 💖 what else?!
Reply with opinions! I really, really want to hear from you all about this. I don’t want to be on 100% hiatus anymore, maybe just an imagine hiatus 😂 so let me know! Love you all 😘❤
Imagine spending New Year’s Day in bed with Chris. You just met last night at a NYE party, and couldn’t even make it to midnight – he swept you away to his hotel room where you spent all night making love. The next day, you wake up late into the morning and start going at it all over again – you just can’t keep your hands off each other. You can’t think of a single better way to ring in the new year.
NSFW – Feedback/comments are welcome and encouraged; I’m still trying to get better at this! Enjoy!
You pushed the key into the door, stepping through to hold
it open for Steve, who was carrying all three bags of luggage. Even after many days
of traveling, his strength never faltered.
“Home sweet home,” he said, dropping the bags at the foot of
the stairs.
Imagine throwing a New Year’s Eve party with Tom and all your friends. The champagne is flowing, the music is pumping, and everyone is having a wonderful time. As the countdown begins, Tom is by your side, telling you how thankful he is to have you in his life – such an exciting, kind, beautiful soul. He can’t imagine spending the new year, or any year, without you. Just as the clock strikes midnight, surrounded by all your family and friends – he takes your hand in his, gets down on one knee, and asks you to be his wife.
My dad did this for proposing to my mom 29 years ago. He didn’t get on the knee but I always thought that was very cute. There’s even a picture of it that I love to watch ! X)
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