Bucky Barnes Smiling Novels & Stories

Maxton's POV “Trust me,” The words would have been comforting if it were said from a stranger rather than Bambi's father, Mr Barnes. I couldn’t understand what Mr Barnes, and Bambi were doing in my home. I stood far off, refusing to sit in the same vicinity as Mr Barnes, and certainly not one that had Bambi in it. Mr Barnes sat close to father, a sly smirk all over his face. Dad for one wasn’t his usual self. Something about him seemed off. The usual presence he carried was dull.

“He asked me to make sure you were okay. I’m doing this for him, not for you.” The words should have stung but instead I found myself smiling slightly, grateful for any excuse that kept her here. “Of course,” I agreed. “For Jake.” She turned around and caught me smiling, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. “What?” “Nothing,” I said innocently. “Just appreciating the eggs. They’re very good.” “Don’t deflect,” she said, crossing her arms. “Why are you smiling?” “Am I not allowed to smile?” “You’re allowed to do whatever you want,” Brynn replied. “I’m just suspicious of it.”

She smiles at me broadly and comments, "Good choice! You look great!" "Thanks." We drive to the restaurant and I'm in the backseat, of course. It doesn't take us long to get there. While Uncle Barty and Cassandra are talking, I'm staring out the window and thinking about the time I spent with Ryder earlier. I catch myself smiling and quickly work on making my expression more neutral. After what Uncle Barty said to me, I definitely don't want to be caught smiling for no reason. I don't want my uncle to find out about this at all.

— I missed it too, Bunny? — What? — His face of satisfaction after he came! — Ah... What do you mean, Nate? — You make a satisfied Bunny face, open your mouth slightly with a little smile, that you can see only your bunny teeth! — Stop being silly, Nate! — I say, turning my body to face him. — Shall we continue? I want at least three... — What? Are you going to hold on? — Of course! [...]

Gunner then lifted me up, throwing my body over his shoulder, I squealed with shock and excitement. “Come on you” he laughed smacking me on the ass, “We’ve got business to discuss”. He started walking towards the main house and I looked up as we passed the group of men. They were all smiling and laughing, grabbing Smith on the shoulder and shaking him, patting him on the back, and ruffling his hair. He looked scared but relieved. Smith looked over at us and I lifted my hand and wiggled my fingers at him, he smiled at me and did the same.

“Y-your smiled?“ He asked, making it look like it was taboo for me to smile. “Yes.“ I burst into laughter, attracting the attention of the other guards in their posts and workers who were moving around. Some guests, who are always lined out waiting for their turn to come into my office and say whatever has brought them, also joined in on the shock because they all palmed their mouths, looking at me as if they were seeing another version of me. I raised my hand to greet them, and they all stood, bowed slightly, and sat back on their chairs. “Did anything good happen, Alpha?“ The guard asked, still looking at me in shock. I could see that he was trying so hard not to raise his hand and palm my

I gave him a serious look that instant. He smiled and then added, “I’m serious. Good things often happen when you think all hope is lost.” Chuckling dryly, I asked, “Like what?” “Like me meeting you,” he said softly. First it was a smile but then I laughed, really hard while he smiled broadly. “Okay,” I said, smiling at my can. “You win, that was smooth.” “I have my moments,” Benny said, leaning back on his palms. Just then, his phone buzzed.

Skylar hesitated for a moment before answering, “He’s stable for now, but it’s been difficult.” Adam nodded, his expression filled with genuine concern. “I understand. If there’s anything I can do to help, don’t hesitate to ask.” “Thank you, Sir,” she said, her voice soft but appreciative. Watching my uncle leave to talk to my grandfather, I heard Skylar step closer as she murmured, “I didn’t realize that Mr. Buckman, in private, was so affable and friendly. He’s not at all as serious and intimidating as he is shown on the news.”

A smile spreads across my face, pushing past the shock and blooming into something warm and genuine. "I think it's... kind of beautiful." Her eyes immediately gloss over with tears making them bright and glassy. She swallows hard. "You don't have to pretend." "I'm not pretending." I pull her into another hug, wrapping my arms around her even more securely this time, wanting her to feel the weight of my support through the embrace. "I'm just happy to see you." When we separate, Bryce awkwardly clears his throat. He’s been standing a few feet back, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, holding the handles of two heavy rolling suitcases.

I said like it was the most obvious thing in the universe. He gave me a suspicious squint but extended his hand anyway. Victory. I laced my fingers through his and squeezed. His hand was warm and calloused and familiar. My entire chest felt like it was glowing. I pulled out my phone with my free hand. “Smile.” “No.” “C’mon.” “I literally never smile in pictures.” “That’s a lie. You smiled that one time I made pancakes shaped like dinosaurs.” “You burned them.” “Still counts.” He sighed—deep, long, annoyed—but a second later, his lips twitched again. Barely there. But real.