meltingcherries

[meltingcherries]

Pairing: Soldier!Bucky x Nurse!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k 

Summary: In the chaos of World War II, a sharp-tongued, no-nonsense field nurse has earned the respect of every soldier under her care, especially Sergeant James “Bucky” Barnes. She doesn’t take kindly to nicknames or flirtation, but Bucky, stubborn and wounded, insists on being treated by her and her alone. She may not date soldiers, but she’s already fallen for one.

A/N: Heyyy guyssss. So this is my SECOND ever fanfic which is crazy to me! I’ve always enjoyed reading but I wanted to try my hand at writing. This fanfic was inspired by a C. Ai prompt I saw from @wintersbite

A lot of you guys loved my first one and so I thought id write another (even though this one is completely different lmao). Id like to write a second part for the Bruce fanfic but im having trouble coming up w ideas! Im still new to this so let me know if this is straight trash lmao! Also lmk what you guys wanna see for pt. 2! Enjoy!

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November 1943

You were tending to a soldier. He lay on the cot for your examination, allowing you to poke and prod at him for your assessment. You had a way of getting grown men to do whatever you asked, maybe it was the fact you were a gorgeous nurse tending to soldiers at a time where being touched by a woman was rare for them. More accurately though, it was most likely your demeanor and the way you didn’t take any bullshit from anyone. You had no rank but everyone treated you as if you were the damn General of the Army. The boys fell in line for you because they knew that you were the best damn nurse on this side of the country. 

You sat back on your stool and shook your head with a grin. “Congratulations, Private Jordan. No fractures. Just bruised pride.”

He chuckled, already pushing himself up. “Told you I was fine, darlin’.”

One look from you shut him up fast.

“Er, sorry. Ma’am.”

You nodded, satisfied. The troops had learned quickly. When you first arrived, they’d tossed around terms like "sweetheart" and "missy" without a second thought. But it only took a few dressing-downs and one lieutenant limping back to command with a busted ego to establish your rules: respect, or get lost.

“You got lucky,” you told Jordan, standing. “A fall like that could’ve put you out for weeks. Don’t be trying to play hero. You've got a son now.”

He nodded, sobering “The kids 6 weeks old and there's nothing I wouldn’t do for him. Marlene writes me everyday about him, she’s a trooper I tell ya. She’s back home fighting the real war, dealing with a screaming newborn alone...” He said softly

You gave him a reassuring smile “If you stop playing hero, you can go home and she won’t have to do it alone.” 

The soldier nodded, a newfound sense of determination running through him. Before either one of them could say anything else, you heard yelling and arguing in a nearby tent. “Ice those ribs”, you called over your shoulder before walking out of the tent and into the next one over. 

The scene was utterly ridiculous. Sergeant Barnes was arguing with a nurse,

“Sergeant Barnes! I just need to look you over!” The nurse insisted, seemingly desperate to get him to relax and allow her to help. 

He immediately retracted away from her touch. “I don't trust you” He hissed.

 “I don't want you, I want-” He looked up, meeting your gaze. “Her” He finished, his attention fully on you. 

You shook your head as you stepped further into the tent. You sighed. “Sarah, go see if Red Cross has that morphine resupply. We’re low.” She glanced at you gratefully, relieved to not have to be the one to continue Barnes’ care. She scurried out of the tent and you moved towards the medical bed. 

“When are you gonna let someone else care for you for a change huh?” You asked as you gently took his arm, looking at the nasty gash across his bicep.

“When hell freezes over” He retorted. 

You ignored the comment and unrolled his sleeve. The gash on his upper bicep was deep and dirty, possibly from shrapnel. You moved to the supply station and returned with gauze, antiseptic, and sutures.

“Sit still.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he murmured, smirking.

You cleaned the wound, wiping away blood with practiced ease. “You know, every nurse here is qualified. You should show them the respect they’ve earned.”

Bucky simply shrugged, “They’re not you. I just want the best damn nurse taking care of me, that's all doll”. 

Your eyes flicked up to meet his before focusing back on his arm. You tossed the blood soaked gauze and handed him a piece of fresh gauze. 

“Hold this against your arm” You commanded and he obeyed, holding the gauze against his wound with pressure to help the bleeding. 

“All of these nurses are capable Barnes, they wouldn’t be here if they weren't." You said, addressing his earlier comment as you poured antiseptic to clean his wound. 

He huffed, “More capable than you? I doubt it”

You gave him a sideways glance. “Are you questioning my judgment, Barnes? Because doubting their capability is doubting mine.”

He didn’t answer. His lips were pressed into a hard line until you pressed the gauze soaked in antiseptic into the wound.

“Son of a—!”

“Language,” you muttered, unfazed. You finished cleaning, tossed the bloodied gauze, and prepped the needle.

“You need stitches” You muttered, he didn’t respond, just gave you a tight nod as you started. The moment the needle pierced his flesh he tensed. You watched as his eyes screwed shut, it was clear he was in a lot of pain. You relented, your frustration turning into concern. Your strokes became gentler, moving slower. Your gaze softened as you saw his jaw tighten, your free hand found his and you gently laced your fingers together. 

He squeezed your hand, “Breathe James” You murmured. His eyes fluttered open at the use of his first name. His gaze full of gratitude and vulnerability. 

You made quick work of stitching him up and wrapping medical wrap against his arm. When you pulled away, you looked up at him.

“How does it feel?” You asked him. He gently grasped his bicep, fingers running against the wrap. 

“Like hell”

You smiled faintly. “Good. That means you’ll heal.”

“Can I go back out tomorrow?”

“Not a chance. You’ll stay on light duty. No firearms, no patrols. Let it rest.”

He groaned, running a hand down his face but he knew better than to argue. Smart man.

You stayed seated, your hand still in his.

“You gonna keep me company these next few days of bedrest doll?” He murmured

You smiled, “I’ll be around to check on you Barnes, don’t you worry” 

His gaze drifted to your hands. He gave your hand a light squeeze and a smile. 

He smirked, but his eyes lingered on yours. Then the tent flap opened and in stepped Steve Rogers, his uniform dusty and expression concerned.

You pulled your hand away and stood quickly, smoothing your uniform.

“If it isn’t the super soldier” Bucky teased. 

“If it isn't the dumbass who got his arm blown off” Steve retorted

Your eyes narrowed at Steve “Language Rogers”

Steve nodded “Yes ma’am” 

You gestured to Bucky’s bandage. “Six stitches. He’s lucky that’s all it was.”

Steve grimaced. “So he gets to keep the arm?”

“Unfortunately,” you said with mock disappointment.

Bucky chuckled. “Even one-armed, I’d still outrun you.”

“Sure you would,” Steve replied, clapping him on the shoulder.

“I was just making sure you didn’t croak,” Steve added.

“Not today,” Bucky said with a grin. “Turns out I’ve got a guardian angel.”

You shook your head. “You keep acting like you’re made of steel, Barnes, and I’ll let one of the new girls patch you up next time.”

“You should talk to your friend Rogers, he’s my most difficult patient” You added to Steve, your gaze on Bucky. 

Bucky just simply grinned, “I think you mean your most attractive patient doll.” 

You laughed, “Keep telling yourself that Barnes. I gotta check on a few other soldiers but i’ll visit you tomorrow. Keep that arm wrapped” You said before exiting the tent. 

Once they were alone, Steve burst into laughter. 

“You are absolutely gone for her,” Steve said with a grin. Bucky didn’t even try to deny it.

“Shut up Steve” He muttered, a shameless smile on his lips. 

Steve shook his head. “Alright, I'll see you tomorrow, soldier.” Steve said with a nod before he walked out of the tent. As he exited the tent, you were exiting a neighboring tent at the same tent. He jogged over to you. 

“You know he likes you,” he said, smiling.

“I know.”

“And you like him.”

You didn’t answer right away. Then finally, “I don’t date soldiers.”

“That doesn’t mean you don’t care.”

You stopped walking.

“Steve-”

He turned back. Waiting.

You spoke before you could stop yourself.

“I’ll patch him up as many times as I need to, just make sure you bring him back to me” 

Steve nodded, “yes ma’am”

[meltingcherries]

Pairing: CEO!Bruce Wayne x assistant!reader

Word Count: 1.7k 

Summary: You are the sharp, no-nonsense personal assistant to Bruce Wayne. You are efficient, respected, and feared by every assistant in the building. Despite your efforts to keep work and pleasure separate, Bruce clearly wants more — flirting shamelessly and fishing for affection. As Bruce watches you leave once again, he realizes he may have fallen for the one woman he can’t control.

Tags: Workplace romance, younger Bruce, NO Smut (yet..), suggestive but fluff

(WARNING: This is my FIRST time writing for Bruce & my FIRST EVER fanfic)

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The click of your heels echoed sharply against the sleek tile as you walked into the office. Heads turned. Conversations died. Fingers flew over keyboards as assistants scrambled to look busy, quickly closing tabs that had nothing to do with work. That always happened when you entered the room. You weren’t just an assistant.

You were the assistant.

Bruce Wayne’s right hand. Efficient. Unshakable. Ruthlessly competent. And everyone knew it.

You ran Bruce’s schedule, hell, you ran Bruce. 

You strode down the hallway like a woman on a mission, your tailored black pantsuit hugging every curve with precision. A neat stack of papers was secured in your perfectly manicured red acrylics. You didn’t hesitate as you stopped in front of the large black door. No one else would even think of knocking on it, but you didn’t flinch. You knocked twice, firm & confident, before letting yourself in.

Bruce Wayne looked up from a mess of scattered documents. His office was dark and masculine, made of black marble and dark wood. He had large floor to ceiling windows behind his desk, revealing a stunning view of Gotham City. The windows were tinted, giving the skyline a shadowed appearance. His gaze softened as he saw you, a warm smile appearing on his lips. 

“There you are. I was starting to think I wouldn’t see you today” He murmured as you closed the door behind you and walked up to his desk. You shook your head “I’m your personal assistant, you see me everyday” You said dismissively. Your tone and demeanor was all business as you set the papers on his desk. Bruce didn’t even glance at the papers, his gaze trained on you. “Thank God for that” He murmured, his tone low and seductive. 

You rolled your eyes and tapped the papers. “Notes from the meeting you missed.” You said, attempting to turn his attention away from your body and to the key notes of yet another missed budget meeting. “You can’t keep missing these meetings Mr. Wayne” You said, your tone serious. Bruce smirked “Sure I can. That's the benefits of being the CEO. It’s practically part of the job” You rolled your eyes for the second time that afternoon. “Is letting the board think they run the company part of the job too?” You said sarcastically before continuing. “It’s important that you have a say in what’s going on. Otherwise the board thinks they have too much power.” You explained even though you both knew he already knew that. Bruce leaned back, grinning. “If I let you handle it, does it really matter?” You scoffed. “You could at least pretend to care. Or let me know when you’re skipping. That way I don’t waste time rearranging your overpacked schedule.” 

You stopped speaking, noting the way he was eyeing you. Your eyes narrowed “Stop looking at me like that” You said, the irritation in your tone was clear. “Like what?” He asked innocently, a sly grin on his face.

 “Like you’ve seen me naked.”

His smile deepened. “Oh, but I have.”

You huffed

One night. That’s what it was supposed to be. One night, after too many glances across the ballroom at the Wayne Gala. One night, one too many martinis, one impulsive stint in a bathroom stall. Just sex, no strings. You’d told yourself it was to “get it out of your system.” But once turned into twice, which then turned into… once a week.

You weren’t that girl. You didn’t sleep with your boss to get ahead. You didn’t need to. But Bruce Wayne was an anomaly. He was irritating, magnetic, and infuriatingly good in bed.

“Mr. Wayne—” you started, but he cut you off with a smug smile.

“Bruce.”

You leveled him with a look. “Mr. Wayne,” you repeated, voice cool. “We agreed this—” you gestured between the two of you “—wouldn’t affect work.”

“No,” he corrected, pointing to you. “You agreed. I don’t remember signing off on that.”

“Bruce, you said-” You began, only to be interrupted yet again by the very irritating yet attractive man across from you.

 “Is this new?” He asked, gesturing to your pantsuit.

 You were wearing a sleek black pantsuit.The blazer hugged your torso like a second skin, tailored to perfection with matching high-waisted trousers that cascaded to the floor in a clean, flared silhouette, elongating your frame with an effortless elegance. Your cheeks heated slightly although you didn’t know why. You weren’t the type to blush at every compliment from a man, you looked good and you knew it and you didn’t need a man to affirm that. But Bruce was different, he made you feel things you didn’t feel with other men. 

You hesitated before speaking “I- uh yeah. I bought it yesterday.” You said, trying to regain your confident nature that so often slipped when you were with him. His eyes darkened in desire and he let out a low whistle “It looks fucking incredible on you. Buy one in every color” he commanded, looking you up and down. 

You smirked, “You don’t pay me enough for that but thank you” You responded, smoothing your pantsuit. Bruce’s brow furrowed “No sweetheart, on my card. But wait- how much do I pay you?” He asked curiously, suddenly wondering if he was underpaying the one person that made his life easier. You were slightly taken aback by both the offer and the fact that he had no idea how much he paid his employees. You shook your head. “You sign my checks” You said, amusement in your tone. Bruce’s brows creased “I do?” He asked. 

Bruce signed hundreds of papers daily, at some point they all seemed to run together. He had  just been signing anything and everything you put in front of him. 

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You sign whatever I put in front of you.”

 “Maybe I am underpaying you.” He commented, a smirk on his face

“Oh, I’m sure of it,” you teased.

 If you must know, you pay me just enough to live in a comfy cardboard box on the streets of Gotham” You teased.

 Bruce’s face deadpanned “Hilarious” 

You grinned, “If you’ll excuse me, I have to keep this company from going underwater.” You said before turning to leave. Bruce stood from his plush office chair, leaning over the desk to quickly grab your wrist before leaving. “Wait!” 

You turned around, cocking an eyebrow to see what the billionaire could possibly want now. Bruce quickly let go of your wrist, straightening to his full height. He mentally kicked himself for sounding so desperate. Although the truth was, he was. For Bruce, it was more than sex.

 He liked you. A lot more than he cared to admit. 

He enjoyed your company, your banter, and the way you carried yourself. He didn't just want your body, he wanted your mind. He wanted to be able to take you on dates and hold your hand. He wanted to be around you all the time, but he couldn’t tell you that. Not without scaring you away. He knew that for you it was just sex, even though he desperately wanted it to be more. 

He cleared his throat and straightened his suit. “I uh- I was just wondering if I'd see you tonight”. He muttered, staring down as he fixed his already perfect suit jacket. You grinned but shook your head, “No.” You said simply.

 “No?” He repeated, his eyes darting up to meet yours. You had come over every time he had asked you to, what could you possibly be doing that was more important than seeing him? 

You nodded. “I- but- well why not?” He stammered.

 “It’s my birthday and I'm going out.” You replied, a grin on your face. 

His eyes widened “It’s your birthday?! Why didn’t you tell me?” He said, clearly frustrated that he wasn’t made aware. You shrugged “Why would I?” You said as if it wasn’t something he needed to know. 

He faltered,why would you? It wasn’t like you two were dating or that you owed him anything. The reality was, you had your personal life, and he had his. The only issue was that his personal life, involved a lot of thinking about you, whereas if you weren’t lying in bed with him, or actively working for him, you didn’t give him a second thought. 

He swallowed hard, covering his disappointment with a forced smile. “Okay, well at least let me take you to dinner” He said, hopeful. 

You gave him a polite smile, “Thanks for the offer but I'm going out with some friends tonight.” 

Bruces’ jaw tightened “Wonderful. Well, have fun and buy yourself something nice from me.” He said, his smile tightening as he tried his best to not let it show just how much he wished it was him taking you to dinner. 

You smirked and turned to walk away from his desk “Already did, it was very nice” You called over your shoulder. Bruce watched you walk away, his gaze trailing you until he noticed the bright red soles of your shoes. 

Louboutins? Did she always have those?, he thought to himself. The pumps were sleek and brand new, clearly just bought. He grinned to himself and shook his head. “Nice shoes” He called as you opened the door to his office. You looked down at your shoes “They were a gift” You said with a smirk before exiting his office and shutting the door behind you. 

Bruce leaned back in his chair, staring at the now-closed door.

He wasn’t sure what frustrated him more — the fact that you didn’t want more, or the fact that he did.

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A/N: Hey guys so this was my first time writing Bruce and my first ever fanfic. I have some thoughts and ideas for a part 2 and where this should go but lmk what you guys think. If its straight trash pls lmk bc i need all the constructive criticism i can get lmao.