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sarahowritesostucky · 2 months

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📖"Temporary Custody"

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve x ofc x Bucky

Word Count: 2366

Tags: Dom/sub, bdsm au, dom Bucky, sub reader, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, gay sex'n'stuff, straight sex'n'stuff, Steve being a literal Golden Retriever, mental health issues, dub-con, forced submission, bakery au, m/f/m, gentle domination, total power exchange

Summary: The stigma and shame of being a submissive has kept Mary unfulfilled and in the closet her whole life, until an inciting incident leads to Bucky and Steve taking her in and giving her everything she was always too afraid to ask for.

Trigger warnings: This story contains background/minor themes of eating disordered behavior, body image issues, self-harm, and alcohol abuse.

1. Lemon Cream Tart (with Pistachio Streusel)

“Oh, baby, yes.”

Mary grunts, annoyed that this is still going on.

Her pleasure waned a while ago, nowhere close to orgasm, and she can’t seem to get it back when she’s being fucked this hard. She’s getting too dry now, just wants him to come and have it be over with.

“Yeah,” she says breathily, canting her hips up against where the guy—Dennis, she thinks it is—is fucking into her. He’s going too fast, pulling out too far,and hardly connecting with her body at all before thrusting again. “Jackrabbit sex,” she calls it in her head.

“Shit, Ugh. M’gonna cum,” MaybeDennis grunts.

It’s nice to finally hear him talk. He’s been virtually silent this entire time and Mary’s whined and squirmed and panted, wishing that the sex was better and that he’d just fucking say something to her—something low and quiet in her ear, something confident and knowing, maybe putting a hand on her neck at the same time as he—

“Fuck!” he shouts, close to her ear. His thrusts start to stutter, losing their rhythm as he gets close. Mary grips him harder, and moans loudly like she’s getting close too. It makes him come, and she tenses her body and matches his sounds of relief with some of her own. It’s performative and easy to fake, she doesn’t overdo it, and she sounds convincing.

MaybeDennis groans and collapses against her, resting his sweaty forehead on her shoulder for a moment before pulling out. He flops over onto his back, chuckling tiredly and removing the condom. Mary watches him get up from the bed and pad into the bathroom. He’s a good looking guy, with just a little too much fat in the midsection for her taste. But then, she knows she’s overly picky, especially considering the state of her own body.

Beyond the open bathroom door, the toilet flushes, and MaybeDennis peeks his head out from the bathroom. “Hey, you mind if I grab a shower before heading out?”

Mary resists the urge to grimace and smiles tightly instead. “Nope. Go ahead.” She’s just grateful he isn’t asking to spend the night. “Towels are in the closet.”

MaybeDennis smiles. “Thanks.”

After he leaves, Mary gets her vibrator out of the bedside drawer and shoves the extra pillow between her legs, arranging the toy so that it sits against her just so. She doesn’t think of MaybeDennis as she gets herself off. The orgasm feels good but leaves her feeling bereft afterwards. She scowls and wipes the tears from her eyes, feeling just a little pathetic.

Like most other nights, she gets up and goes to her apartment’s little kitchen, grabs the vodka from the freezer and pours herself a glass mixed with diet soda. She winces in relief as the first sip goes down. It’s eight o’clock now. She doesn’t have to be up for work until seven, so that leaves at least another six hours to get drunk and have a nice relaxing evening in.

It’s her favorite part of the day.

Bucky’s just left the gym after a really intense workout and is feeling pleasantly worn out and relaxed when he decides to try the new coffee shop on a whim. He’s passed it by for months, and when he finally walks through the front doors he’s pleasantly surprised by the atmosphere. There’s a small dessert case next to the register, which he examines while he waits his turn in line. It’s filled with colorful, glossy, artful little pastries that look almost too pretty to eat—almost. He grins as he thinks about what Steve might want.

“Welcome to Angie’s, what can I get for you?”

The greeting sounds mechanical and anything but chipper, and Bucky’s attention shifts to the woman behind the register. He eyes her up and down, noticing both how pretty she is … and how worn down she looks. Her hair is pulled back in a messy bun and her eyes look red-rimmed. They have faint circles under them. Bucky offers her a sympathetic wince. “Late night?”

She blinks at him, unamused. “Yeah, I guess. Do you know what you want?”

“These pastries all look so good,” he says, trying again for friendly. “What would you recommend?”

“Any of ‘em. They’re all good.”

“Are you sure?” he teases.

“Pretty sure, yeah,” she deadpans. “Since I make ‘em.”

Bucky looks back to her, impressed. “Yeah?” He regards her nametag, sees the little handwritten “Mary,” and thinks, aw, that’s cute. He reins in his reaction. Leaning against the counter, he praises, “Well you’re very talented. They all look like little works of art.”

(They’re priced that way, too. $8.99 for a shiny little dome thing? Jesus.)

Mary blushes and smiles a little, not seeming to know what to say to that. But she leans towards Bucky too, receptive to his compliments. She’s not making eye contact, which automatically gets Bucky’s instincts perking up. Not that he has any intention of taking this anywhere. It’s just a little friendly banter, a woman reacting to him in a way that’s naturally satisfying for Bucky. “Thanks,” she says shyly.

“I’m still waiting on that recommendation, Mary,” he says, inserting a bit of flirtation into his tone. She makes eye contact at his use of her name, her lips parting just the barest bit and her pupils expanding. Bucky grins, leaning closer. “Hm?”

“Uh, the … the lemon tart is very good,” she says. “If you like lemon. Not too strong. I balance it out with cream and some pistachio streusel, and the meringue on top of course …”

Now that she’s closer and is talking more readily, Bucky catches the faintest whiff of alcohol coming off of her. He raises an eyebrow and looks at her more closely, noticing how there’s a sheen to her eyes, how she doesn’t look just tired, but unsteady; not just unkempt, but disheveled. He frowns. Is she … is she drunk? “Um,” he hedges, pulling back to stand straighter. “Are you okay, Mary?”

She looks surprised at the question. She glances down to her nametag, then back up at him. “I’m … fine,” she says. “Just tired.”

“You kinda smell like booze,” he whispers, not wanting anyone else to hear. He gives her a searching look. “Are you hung over?” Her eyes widen in alarm and Bucky frowns, concerned. “Are you drunk?”

“I told you that I had a late night,” she hisses. “Not that it’s any of your business.”

Bucky gives her a warning look for her tone, and the girl is immediately lowering her eyes. Hmm. Not many people are dominant or submissive the way that Bucky is. It’s considered disordered, so he doesn’t usually play around with testing people this way. But this girl has raised some of his telltale red flags, and he’s curious. “I wasn’t trying to embarrass you, Honey,” he says gently. Then, inserting a careful amount of authority into his voice and watching how she reacts, he says, “Now: I’d like an almond venti chai latté with stevia and cream, double-frothed, to-go. And why don’t you be a good girl and grab me two of those lemon tarts as well? They look too tempting to resist.” Her eyes flick up to his, some strange mixture of outrage and obedience in them, and Bucky feels like he knows, then. She looks the way a woman looks when you’ve just whispered something filthy in their ear. Bucky raises his eyebrow. “Did you get that, Mary?”

“... Yes,” she breathes, making something deeply innate in Bucky stir. She shakes herself out of her stupor and gets to work with a sharpie and venti-sized paper cup.

“Bucky,” he tells her, as he taps his card to the terminal to pay. “That’s the name you can write down.” Mary looks inordinately pleased at having been given his name (another clue). Bucky nods over to the other end of the counter. “I’ll be waiting over there.”

“Okay,” she says, once again back to not meeting his eyes. She seems embarrassed at having been found out for being drunk at work. Maybe she expects Bucky to scold her. He wishes he could. Instead he goes down to where he said he’d wait, and makes up his mind to ask her about whether she’s on the spectrum.

“Here you go,” she says as she hands over the cup several minutes later. “Bucky” is written in neat, sharp letters on the paper sleeve. She pushes a little white box across the counter at him too. “And the tarts.”

Bucky takes them without comment, eyeing her up and down instead. “Mary?” he says, because subs love hearing their names said aloud. Predictably, her eyes snap right up, alert and bright, like Bucky’s just dangled catnip in front of her nose. He offers her a kind look and delicately ventures, “Have you ever been assessed on the D/s spectrum, Honey?”

“What?”

“The D/s spectrum?” he repeats, keeping his voice low because he’s still not trying to upset her. He can see the moment that her brain clicks over in recognition, because her irises flare and her face slackens in shock. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Bucky reassures gently. “I don’t mean any of this in a negative way. I just think you might be on the spectrum. I’m familiar with the signs. And if you’ve gone undiagnosed all this time … well that’d explain it if you’re struggling, you know.”

“I’m not … I’m not struggling,” she stammers.

Bucky gives her a look. “You don’t think so? When here you are, sleep deprived, drunk at work?”

Embarrassment stains her cheeks within seconds. “How dare you? I am not.”

“Not drunk? Or not submissive?”

She blushes even harder, jaw working. “I’m not,” she repeats stubbornly.

“Oh, Honey,” Bucky says, and he reaches for her hand before she can pull it back. He circles her wrist with his fingers, marveling at how tiny it is in his hand. He squeezes—and proceeds to watch her eyelids flutter like he’s touched someplace far more erogenous than her wrist. “I think you are,” he murmurs sadly.

It takes her a minute, but she gets angry again and yanks her hand away, scowling at him. “You’re very rude,” she says. “You can’t just say stuff like that to people.”

“Can’t I?”

Her lip quivers. She pushes the box further across the counter at him. “Take your stuff and leave.”

“You don’t have to be so defensive,” Bucky says. “It’s okay. I’m diagnosed dominant, you know. I understand what it’s like.”

“What?”

He shrugs. “I’m just saying: I’m not going to judge you. I think you should probably get some help, though. It’s pretty progressive if you don’t address it.”

“You don’t even know me!” she hisses, then looks around the shop nervously when she realizes she’s gotten louder. Nobody seems to be paying attention to them, but she still looks back at Bucky with a furiously embarrassed expression. “You're wrong. I’m normal.”

Bucky knows that arguing with her isn’t going to get him anywhere. Instead, he slips the paper sleeve off of his coffee cup and plucks the sharpie from the edge of Mary’s apron. She gasps at the boldness of it and he shoots her a wink. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he says, as he jots down a number. He hands the sleeve back to her. “You can call that number any time, if you wind up needing help.”

“Oh my god, is this some sort of come-on?” She sneers. “Newsflash: I’m not interested in you.”

Bucky nods placidly while imagining putting her over his knee. “No, it’s not my number. It’s a hotline you can call. To talk about this stuff. It’s free and confidential, and it’s manned by people like you and me.”

She regards the cardboard sleeve like it might suddenly have more information written on it. “I don’t—”

“Here.” On a whim, he jots down his cell number as well, this time on the back of his receipt. He slides it over the counter at her but she doesn’t take it. “That’s my number,” he says. “If you want it.”

“I don’t need these. I’m not some friggin’—”

He cuts her off from whatever undoubtedly prejudiced thing she’s about to say. “I’ll be back to give a thorough review of the tarts,” he tells her, taking the box and his coffee cup and stepping away. He heads for the door, satisfied that he’s done the right thing by this woman, even if his dominance is still urging him to do more. “You should have a coffee, yourself,” he calls back over his shoulder. “Have two, even—Strong ones.”

“I hate coffee.”

He hears her scoffing at him as he goes out the door. She’s right, he thinks: he doesn’t know her. It was ballsy to talk to her the way that he did. To presume her situation from just a few reactions. He could’ve been wrong about her …

Glancing back through the café’s window from outside, he sees her making a drink at the espresso machine. There are no other customers waiting in line. Bucky watches as she takes a sip from it, winces in distaste, and takes another sip anyway. She’s obeying his command. She took it as a command. Bucky smiles sadly from out on the sidewalk. He wasn’t wrong about her. Hopefully she’ll call the hotline, get started on the right path to fix whatever’s going wrong in her life. But even though Bucky’s a dom and thus a natural “fixer,” he can’t solve every sad case he comes across. Especially when the person doesn’t want to be helped. He’s done all he can do, and that’s going to have to be enough.

Shaking his head, he turns away and starts off for home, sipping at his—excellently made—latté, and feeling grateful that he got help when he needed it, back when he was young. He’s one of the lucky ones.

He puts Mary the drunk barista from his mind, thinking instead about how he needs to get home to shower and change into something nice. He’s got a date with Steve, after all.

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wintersoldiersoul · 7 months

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Darkness

Summary: Bucky helps you when you're feeling depressed.

Warnings: Depression, suicidal thoughts, mental health issues

A/N: Please don't read if you think it will trigger you in any way! I'm in my feels tonight and wish I had Bucky to comfort me. Also Raynor sucks but for the sake of this fic just pretend she doesn't.

Another night sat alone in your room. You could hear the laughter of the other Avengers out in the living room but you had no desire to join in. It made you sad that you didn’t care. You wanted to, you really did. But thinking about leaving the sanctuary of your bed and having to plaster a smile on your face was too exhausting. You weren’t like them. You weren’t a superhero. No, you were just a girl that happened to be in the right place at the right time. You had met Tony Stark when you were 16 and he had taken you in like a daughter. Since then, you had lived in the tower but you never really felt like a part of everything. The team loved you and included you in everything but in your head, it was all fake.

You’ll never be like them. You’ll never truly belong, you told yourself.

Everyone was used to you being a bright light around the tower. You were always smiling, making everyone laugh, and doling out advice left and right to anyone who needed it. But recently, something within you was cracking. The sadness that had haunted you during your teenage years was back and it felt ten times stronger than it ever had. Your teammates blamed it on exhaustion from the back to back missions you waited up all night for them to come home from. They asked if you were okay and they believed you when you lied the word “yes” through your lips. You said that you were fine so they thought you were.

Except for Bucky. Bucky knew there was something else going on. Both of you were introverted, something that you bonded over. You were both plagued with nightmares of your past which lead to many sleepless nights. One night when insomnia found you, you ran into him sitting on the couch watching tv. You opened up to him about your issues sleeping and the two of you made a deal: You’d come find each other when sleep evaded you.

In the two months since, you had knocked on each other’s doors countless times late into the night. Sometimes you would watch a movie together, go get pizza from the 99 cent place down the block, or you would just lay together silently on opposite sides of the bed, enjoying the comfort of not being alone but not needing to speak.

Bucky had his fair share of mental health issues after his years being Hydra’s pawn. He was in a much better place now, due to the combination of medication and therapy that he had been through. But he knew the signs of someone struggling. They used to be constantly present in himself. He knew you weren’t okay.

You lay in your bed, staring mindlessly at the wall. As the chatter of your teammates drifted under the cracks of your bedroom door, silent tears rolled down your cheeks. You were tired of feeling this way. You didn’t get why you couldn’t just be happy like everyone else. Why you couldn’t just be normal.

They don’t care if you’re out there or not. They don’t care about you or what happens to you. Maybe you should just do all of them a favor and delete yourself from their lives forever.

Your mind was spiraling into darker and darker places by the second. You didn’t know how much longer you could keep doing this. Keep being here, alive.

You heard the knock on the door, but it sounded so far away. You didn’t wanna see anyone but your depleted body and mind wouldn’t let you get out the words to send them away. The door creaked open and you heard footsteps leading towards your bed.

Bucky’s face appeared in front of you. He noticed your tear stained cheeks and the dark circles under your eyes. You weren’t okay and he knew it. “Y/N, can you talk to me, please?”

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. You were so trapped in your own mind, your own thoughts.

“Y/N…” he tenderly reached out his hand and pushed your hair out of your face. “Can you hear me?” His thumb swept over your face, wiping a fresh tear that had fallen. “Please, just say something. I’m so worried about you…”

You had always dealt with depression. It was something that you had shared with Bucky during one of your sleepless nights. You blinked a few times and it was like the recognition hit your brain. You realized that he was in front of you, talking to you. As the realization crossed your mind, it was impossible to keep it inside any longer. You burst into tears, hot floods falling down your face. Bucky quickly pulled you into him, stroking your hair.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, just let it out. Let it all out.” He whispered encouraging words in your ear as you broke down.

Once you had calmed down, he got into the bed beside you, not wanting to leave you alone. “It’s bad again, isn't it?” He asked.

You nodded, still having trouble finding the words to express what you wanted to say.

The next two days, you didn’t get out of bed. Bucky wanted to give you the space you needed but he was also worried sick. He brought you food that for the most part went uneaten. He tried to get you to shower or at least change into clean clothes but you refused. You were catatonic, spending the days alternating between crying, sleeping, and staring at the wall.

The third day, Bucky was done giving you space. “Y/N, get up. We’re going out.”

“Out?” Your voice croaked as you spoke, having barely used it in days.

“Yup. Come on, at least put on some clean clothes.”

“Don’t wanna go out, Bucky.” Your voice was so monotonous, so not you. So unlike the bright, intelligent, resilient girl that he knew so well.

“Too bad. You don’t have a choice.” He threw the covers off of you and turned on the light. “Up.”

You groaned and slowly sat up, muscles sore and protesting the movement after being dormant for so long.

“Here, I brought you clothes,” he handed you one of his sweatshirts and a pair of sweatpants. “Get changed. I’ll be back in five minutes.”

You changed into the clothes he brought you, taking in the scent of him on the sweatshirt. It smelled like comfort. Like home.

A few minutes later, Bucky brought you outside to his car. You got in the passenger's seat and wordlessly stared out the window as he drove. You didn’t know where you were going and you didn’t care enough to ask.

15 minutes of silence later, you arrived at your destination. The sign on the window read “Dr. Christina Raynor, Licensed Therapist.” “A therapist? Really? I’m not doing this.” “Yes, you are. You don’t have a choice. If you don’t get out of the car, I’ll fucking carry you inside. You can sit in silence through the whole appointment but you're going in there. I’ll wait outside or I’ll come in with you if you want, okay?”

You knew he wouldn’t budge. That’s how you found yourself sitting across from Dr. Raynor, with Bucky at your side. You told her about your past, how you had been bounced around from loveless foster home to foster home. How depression had always been there in the back of your head, like a toxic friend.

“So you don’t have a job,” Dr. Raynor repeated your own words back to you. “What’s your plan?”

“My plan?” You asked.

“Yes. Your plan for your life. Did you ever dream of doing something specific with your life? Ever feel like you had a calling? Even if it was just a dream that you had when you were younger.”

“Um,” you blinked at her, trying to come up with any sort of answer. “I don’t have a plan. I’ve never really had one. I um,” you pointed your gaze down at the floor. “I never really thought I’d make it this far.”

“Can you elaborate on that?” She asked. You could feel Bucky’s eyes on you as you spoke. You didn’t wanna answer the question, didn’t wanna say out loud the things that had been in your head for so long. It made it real.

“I didn’t think I'd ever be this old. I never thought I’d be an adult. I thought one day I’d finally work up the courage-” you paused as your voice broke. “I thought I’d finally be brave enough to end it. I never thought about the future cause I was so sure I wouldn’t have one.”

“Y/N…” Bucky said your name, heavy sadness weighing in his voice.

Back at the tower, you headed straight for you room, just wanting to be alone. But the closing motion of the door was stopped by a vibranium arm.

“I’m not leaving you alone. Not after what you just admitted.”

You looked at him and he really took in how broken you looked. You had lost weight and your eyes were only filled with sadness. You looked pale and all around not well.

“Bucky, please…”

He took a step closer and wrapped his arms around you and you broke. Tears once again fell from your eyes, soaking his blue henley shirt. You were so weak, you couldn’t do this anymore. Bucky held you as you cried before picking you up and laying you on the bed. You continued to cry and he hugged you close, letting you cry for as long as you needed to.

“I don’t wanna be here anymore, Bucky,” you sobbed.

“Shhh, I know, I know. But I want you here, okay? I- I need you here. I don’t wanna live this life without you. It will get better. It will.”

“No it won’t! For my entire fucking life I’ve been trying to tell myself that. And it never fucking does! It never gets better!”

Your words broke his heart. You were one of the most important people in his life. So important that he had even let himself start to fantasize about what it would be like if you loved him and the beautiful future you could have together. “Y/N, please. You’re not alone anymore, okay? All of those other times, you didn’t have what you have now. Tony loves you so much. You’re his daughter. He refers to you as his daughter, you know. And you have me. I’m never gonna go anywhere, okay? You can push me away, you can fight me on this as much as you want, but I am not leaving. I’m never leaving.”

You continued to cry in his arms until your body was so weak. He felt you grow more weak and tired by the second, pulling you in closer. “It’s okay. Rest, angel. I’m not leaving you. Get some sleep and I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You eventually fell asleep in his strong arms. “I love you. I love you so much. Please don’t leave,” he whispered to your sleeping body. He knew you couldn’t hear him, but he needed to tell you anyway. He would always be there for you. He wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

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jiarkives · 3 months

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julia’s favorites ! (iii)

♡ - fluff ; ♤ - angst ; ☆ - series

marvel

☆ deception - mob!bucky barnes

↳ @avecra

☆ monet issues - natasha romanoff ft. tony stark, avengers

↳ @arlana-likes-to-write

☆ masterlist - bucky barnes, steve rogers

♤♡ flashing lights (i) - paramedic!bucky barnes

♡ convalescence (ii) - paramedic!bucky barnes

♤ when he’s away - bucky barnes

♤ voicemails to an unmanned inbox - bucky barnes

♤ divine retribution - bucky barnes

↳ @pellucid-constellations

☆ Cержант - bucky barnes

☆ alone - bucky barnes

☆ obey - bucky barnes

♡ the owl and the wolf - bucky barnes

↳ @waiting4inspiration

♡ kiddo - bucky barnes

♡ for good - steve rogers

↳ @justauthoring

♡ hand holding - biker!steve rogers

↳ @angrythingstarlight (18+)

♤♡ initials - steve rogers, bucky barnes (poly!)

↳ @americancowgirl19

♡ grouch - bucky barnes

↳ @buckysfaveplum

♡♤ purgatory - bucky barnes

↳ @wkemeup

jujutsu kaisen

♡ stolen tigers - sukuna ft. itadori yuuji

↳ @mysicklove (18+)

♡ talent show - gojo satoru ft. fushiguro tsumiki, fushiguro megumi

↳ @tunatoge (18+)

♡ morning kisses - gojo satoru

↳ @riediaries

♡♤ just to be enough (i) - geto suguru, gojo satoru

♡ shoko just can’t be right (ii) - geto suguru, gojo satoru

♡ remind you of why (iii) - geto suguru, gojo satoru

↳ @justauthoring

♡ photobooth - nanami kento

♡ she’s everything. he’s just ken. - nanami kento

↳ @lemonlover1110

♡ cinnamon girl - kamo choso

↳ @just-jordie-things

♡♤ i worry for you, for you not know the danger you see - toji fushiguro, pregnant!reader

♡ baby mine - toji fushiguro, pregnant!reader

↳ @tojigasm (18+)

call of duty

♤ i see red (i) - simon ‘ghost’ riley

♡ i see red (ii) - simon ‘ghost’ riley

♤♡ wrong words - simon ‘ghost’ riley

↳ @milf-murdock

♡ hangry - simon ‘ghost’ riley

↳ @rileyslibrary

♡♤ simon hates seeing you cry - simon ‘ghost’ riley

♤♡ faking his own death - simon ‘ghost’ riley

↳ @cmncisspnandmore (18+)

♡ brother’s coworker - simon ‘ghost’ riley ft. john ‘soap’ mactavish

↳ @halcyone-of-the-sea (18+)

♡ off limits - simon ‘ghost’ riley

↳ @multi-fandom-imagine

my hero academia

♤♡ that cherished feeling - bakugo katsuki

↳ @justauthoring

♡ back off and look away - bakugo katsuki

↳ @celesteleoves

♡ nicknames - bakugo katsuki

↳ @ryukatters (16+)

tokyo revengers

♤ catalyst - manjiro ‘mikey’ sano

♡♤ serendipity - ken ‘draken’ ryuguji

↳ @justauthoring

♡ hidden relationship - manjiro ‘mikey’ sano

↳ @miniimight

♡ you’re too drunk to recognize your boyfriend - manjiro ‘mikey’ sano, ken ‘draken’ ryuguji, keisuke baji, takashi mitsuya, rindou haitani, ran haitani, shuji hanma

↳ @chalkscene

marauders / harry potter

☆ come back, be here - sirius black, marauders

↳ @ellecdc

♡ drabble - remus lupin

♡ james comes to your rescue when you call him (drunk) - james potter

♡ james puts his finger in your mouth - james potter

↳ @luveline

#⋆·˚ ༘ * julia’s favs !#marvel x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #call of duty x reader #my hero academia x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #marauders x reader #harry potter x reader

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babyhatesreality · 1 year

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The Sinner and The Saint Ch 2

Pairing: (eventual) Mob!Boss Bucky x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW, f!reader, language, fake names (for now), LOTS of innuendos and dirty thoughts, reader is an exotic dancer, everyone has secrets, Bucky (aka Nick) is a little shit, reader has unkind thoughts towards herself, slow burn relationship. There will be many, many more warnings for future chapters including mafia, kinks, and smut. Alllllll the smut.

A/N- still a lot of world building here. This is a SLOW burn story y’all. I know what you want to read and I promise I’ll get there. I’m also trying to keep the chapters to a reasonable length as I can get super long winded and run out of steam too quickly.

YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. MINORS DNI. THIS IS AN 18+ STORY ONLY AND IS NSFW. I DO NOT CONSENT FOR ANY OF MY WORKS TO BE COPIED, REPRINTED, OR TRANSLATED ONTO ANY PLATFORM EXCEPT MY OWN.

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Chapter 2

“So, what can I do for you, Nick?”

The adonis’s lips twisted in a secretive smile, before standing up and walking to the small bar area on the other end of the room. “Champagne?” he asked chivalrously instead of answering your question, holding out the familiar green bottle to you.

“Yes, please,” you said immediately, eager to please him by accepting, although you weren’t entirely sure if you were allowed to drink on the job. Surely Natasha would have mentioned something if you weren’t allowed to, and hell, it was called the freaking Champagne Room, right?

He poured you a glass, then turned, holding it out right in front of him with his leather clad hand. As you were still standing by the door, it forced you to walk to him to accept it. You saw the little smirk on his face, and that damn mischievous look in his eye again. He was issuing you a challenge. And once again, there was something so...intriguing about that. All the nerves you’d been feeling about being in the Champagne Room were tingling intensely with every twinkle in his eye, every little quirk of his lips. You didn’t know what that meant- you only knew one thing.

Two could play at that game.

You ducked your head demurely, taking gentle steps towards him as if you were shy (because even though you were never one to back down from a challenge, the only thing you really knew about this guy was the fake name he’d given you and that he was some high roller so you really weren’t “acting” that much). You took the champagne flute from his hand, letting your fingers brush against the back of his glove before doing so. He gave no indication that the touch had affected him, which irritated you a bit. So you looked him right in the eye and downed the entire glass in one.

That made him raise an eyebrow and grin even wider. Bingo.

As you finished the last drop, you swallowed and gave a delicate sigh, before handing him the glass back. “Top a girl off, would you?” you asked innocently, letting your own eyes twinkle at him a bit. He liked that. He liked that a lot. He chuckled and did as you asked.

“Go slower on this one, Miss, can’t have you getting drunk in here,” he said softly. But the air of command was still there, and before you even realized it, it had left your lips.

“Yes, sir.”

THAT made him go still. Only for a heartbeat, but you noticed it.

Oh.

Oh, that was interesting.

Before you could untangle the wild thoughts that had come crashing through your mind at that moment, Nick gestured to the chaise lounge that he had vacated. “Please, have a seat,” he said, tucking himself back into the corner of the couch where you’d first seen him. There was an arrogant command under his request that was a bit confusing. You hesitated for a slight second- did he mean on his lap? At his feet? This was the Champagne Room, surely he didn’t mean for you to just...sit? As you tried to fake your way through your actions till you came up with the proper response, that damn shit eating grin spread across his face again.

“You can either sit next to me, or on the chair here,” he said, a hint of authority in his tone despite the smile. “Ms. Romanoff was supposed to tell you that I was only interested in talking,” he continued, a bit irritated. “You can relax. I just want to talk.”

“She did tell me that,” you smarted off without thinking. It made you see red to think that he assumed that Natasha wasn’t doing her job just because you were dumb and confused. “It’s not her fault-” You suddenly snapped your mouth shut. What the HELL were you thinking, talking to him like that? “Sorry, I...sorry,” you stammered, feeling like an idiot. You hastily sat down in the chair next to the sofa that he had indicated. There was no way that he’d want someone who spoke that disrespectfully to sit next to him. You looked down at the champagne glass in your hand, your stomach churning.

The silence stretched out, but there was no way in hell you were going to be the one to break it. A soft, huffy laugh echoed in the room, making you tentatively look up at him. Nick was staring at you, one gloved finger running around his lips as he thought. “You stand up for your friends,” he said quietly. “I like that.”

Suddenly feeling your internal organs settle back to their original locations, you exhaled. “Thank you,” you mumbled, not willing to delve into the fact that Natasha wasn’t technically your friend, but your boss; didn’t seem like the time to bring that up. “And I’m sorry I was rude.” He arched an eyebrow at that, as if something intriguing occurred to him, but gave you a sanctimonious nod as if to say you were forgiven for your outburst. Again, a strange cacophony of arrogance and dominance that made you mad and nervous and intrigued.

“So, tell me about yourself,” he said, picking up his tumbler of bourbon again. “I can’t deny that you’ve picked a perfect stage name...Angel,” he said without an ounce of cringe (which surprised you, let’s be honest). “How’d you choose it?”

Taking a sip of your Bravery Juice, you put on the strong persona you always had tucked into your back pocket for just such an occasion. “Thank you,” you said quickly with a warm smile. “I’ve always been drawn to Angels. Something about their purity, their spirit, their light...it just speaks to me. I suppose I want to be like that- not just be a good person, but have a spirit that makes others feel loved and safe,” you answered honestly, not really sure why you were spilling a bit of your intimate thoughts to a stranger.

Nick wasn’t expecting that kind of response, that much was clear. “Really?” he said in a quiet, interested voice, locking eyes with you again. The spark of electricity that zapped through you when he did that was breathtaking. He looked genuinely interested in your answer. “That’s...lovely. Thank you for sharing that with me,” he said, smiling softly. And your heart thudded in that new way again.

Maybe Natasha was right, and he really did just want to talk? That was good, right? You totally didn’t feel a tiny twinge of disappointment at that, right?

“So, how did you find yourself such a VIP at Voulez Vous?” you asked, smiling coyly as you lifted the champagne glass back to your lips to hide whatever it was you were feeling while trying to pretend you knew what the hell you were doing. “Ms. Romanoff speaks very highly of you.”

A small secretive smile blossomed again on that expressive mouth. Much to your surprise, you found your brain analyzing it with a grimace. Was that smile because he knew her intimately? Were they together? Exes? What the FUCK you hissed at yourself in your mind. You didn’t even know this guy’s real name and you were already jealous at a scenario you’d created entirely in your mind. Shit. Focus, dumbass.

“Natasha and I have been business colleagues for a long time,” Nick explained, oblivious to your inner torment. “We actually used to live next door to each other growing up, and we’ve maintained a working relationship.” He’d been pretty serious during his answer up till then, but he suddenly cracked a huge grin. “In all reality, she’s kind of like the little sister I never wanted,” he joked. You giggled at that- you couldn’t help it- and tried not to think about the tiny sense of relief that you felt.

“Do you have any real siblings?” you asked, watching him carefully for his response. Was this the kind of things he wanted to “just talk” about? He cleared his throat a bit, shifting in his seat and crossing his leg again as he leaned back.

“Uh...no. I’m an only child,” he said, before taking another sip of bourbon while he watched you intently. “You?”

“Yeah, actually, me too,” you said. You’d always wanted a sister growing up, but your parents hadn’t seen fit to grant you that request. “But that’s not a bad thing.”

“Why is that?”

“Well...my parents are nice people, and they mean well. They were never cruel to me or anything like that, but they never really understood my love of the arts. They always just kind of...tolerated it. They still don’t think that me moving to New York was a good idea. They don’t think that it’s a sustainable career option. My mother is constantly asking me what I’m going to do as a back-up plan for when I fail,” you said hotly, your grip tightening on your glass.

Nick tilted his head as he listened, watching your beautiful lips as you told him more than you’d told anyone you’d met in New York so far. “And that means it’s good that you’re an only child?” he asked, a smirk on his face again as he tried to puzzle out what you meant.

You laughed a bit, suddenly aware of what a non-sequitur you’d turned. “Yup,” you said playfully, trying to backpedal at the amount of information you’d just dumped on this stranger. “I mean, I’m already pursuing a career in the arts. God forbid I had a sister who wanted to, I don’t know...write novels or work in television,” you said in a mock horrified tone. Nick’s grin nearly split his face at your playful sarcasm. “Would have killed ol’ Ma and Pa right there.” Nick snorted a laugh at that, making you feel warm inside. You liked making this guy laugh. “Did you ever want a sister or brother growing up?” you asked, now curious.

Nick wrinkled his nose a bit and shrugged. “Not really. Didn’t really need ‘em,” he said lightly. “I’ve had several friends in my life that I...consider my family. Didn’t need a biological sister or brother. My friends are all better than any blood relation I could ever ask for,” he said, his voice turning warm at the end.

“Wow,” you replied a bit wistfully. “Must be nice to have such good people like that in your life.” Nick’s secretive grin made a reappearance.

“You have no idea,” he said cryptically. “So. What made you run away from the Bible Belt and come to the big, scary city?” he asked in his teasing tone.

“How did you know I was from the Bible Belt?”

“Your accent.”

“I don’t have an accent!” you said in a panicked voice before you could stop yourself, your high-strung brain suddenly convincing you that you sounded like backwoods hick all your life and you were only just now finding it out. Nick grinned evilly at you.

“No, but it was fun to watch you freak out for a second thinking you did,” he said smoothly, chuckling again low in his throat when you suddenly realized you were glaring at him and tried to rearrange your face into something more pleasant. “Wow,” he said, almost to himself. “You really do wear your heart on your sleeve. The others were right.”

You were gaping- you had no idea what to say to that. Floundering, you swallowed hard, hating that you felt like you were on the back foot. Alright, he wanted to play? You knew how to take control of a situation. God knows you’d done it before. You did a instant mental reset and flashed him your seductive secret smile again, making him shift slightly in his seat.

“You kind of danced around the question earlier, Nick,” you said, sighing dramatically and running your fingers up and down your champagne glass. You’d have to be an idiot not to notice the way his eyes zeroed in on your lithe fingers running up and down the flute slowly, then drug back to your face. Good. “How did you end up here? Did Ms. Romanoff just tell you one day that she worked in a club full of nearly naked women and you should show up or...?” You let the question dangle in the air with an innocent tilt of your head.

A flash of something dark and dangerous glinted across those gorgeous blue eyes as he smiled gently at you. “Now, that’s too telling,” he said softly. “I’m not interested in spilling my secrets just yet, and I’m certainly not done getting to know yours first. What’s your real name?”

“Oh, now that’s NOT too telling?” you teased back. His face tightened a bit- he wasn’t prepared for you to tease him back on that one, and you could tell he didn’t like it. Stuffing down the panic and summoning your bravery from before, you let your eyes twinkle at him. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

He sat back, a look of astonishment on his face. Just as you were about to inwardly panic again, his expression melted into absolute delight. “Well, well, well,” he said, bringing his bourbon to his lips again. “It seems we have a mystery on both our hands.” After a long swallow where his eyes never left yours, he leaned forward. “I do love a good mystery,” he said, just low enough for your nether regions you to hear. Your heart started to suddenly beat again- you weren’t aware it had stopped until just this moment. “Tell you what. Let’s play Truth or Dare, shall we? And really get to know each other?” You felt the blood drain out of your face. Now you were getting more to what you’d expected in the VIP room and it scared the hell out of you. He grinned wickedly at you. “C’mon, it’ll be a friendly game,” he coaxed, before leaning forward. “Don’t you want to know?” he whispered dangerously.

And- well fuck you- you did.

“Who goes first?” you asked boldly, smiling at him.

Chapter 3

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Story of Us [P.P]

A/n: I don't know how I wrote this but I actually managed to before I went back to Uni and I'm so proud of myself! This is very angsty and lets just say I'm sorry. Yes it's based off of one of my favourite Taylor Swift songs.

Peter and reader are older but nwh didn't happen.

Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker x Stark!reader

WC: 2.2k

Warnings: angst, lots of angst, mentions of grief, implied mental health issues, (brief) detail and mention of SA (drunk guy tries to hook up with reader who doesn’t want to), breakup, some violence (punching), implied sexual themes, underage drinking - if there's anything I've forgotten let me know!

“You and Peter are so lucky.”

“Imagine finding your soulmate so early on.”

“You two will have beautiful kids.”

The words that others had spoken about you over the past year echoed in your ear. Compliments about you and Peter being the best couple, that you were going to save the universe together one day. Yet here you were alone, travelling to the annual Avengers New Years party.

And it was all your fault.

You had almost chickened out of going at all, wanting to spend another day in your sweatpants eating through leftover Christmas food. The Avengers and Peter’s aunt May hadn’t wanted you to spend Christmas alone so they had invited you over, sent food and facetimed you trying to encourage you to participate in the holiday spirit. Usually Peter was enough to bring you joy even when you were just friends but even he wasn’t there anymore.

How could you enjoy any festivities without the one man who had been there through everything, supported you and protected you? Tony was gone and now Peter was too. You were fed up with losing everyone so you’d stayed well out of everyone’s way. If you weren’t close to anyone, you couldn’t lose them.

May had scheduled sessions for you with a therapist in the New Year, the same one she had seen after the blip and after her husband had passed. She had offered to drive you herself too. Most people might find it awkward to stay in contact with your ex’s family but May had always treated you like her own especially after Tony died and you had always been grateful to her as she had been to you for looking after Peter.

The driver of your taxi announced you had arrived and you were pulled out of your trance, your eyes drawn to the Avengers compound that was decorated in bright lights and Christmas decorations. At least they had still continued with tradition.

You took a deep breath as you exited the car, ironing down your dress once more with your hands and putting a smile on your face, however fake it may be. The music was playing loudly as you came closer to the building joined with the chorus of laughter and cheer.

Your heart sank as you spotted the statute of Tony and Natasha they had built. Engraved below read “The real heroes, forever remembered”. You fought back your tears and shook your head, walking in and putting your smile back on.

All you had to do was stay until midnight and then you could make a swift exit. That had been the plan anyway and then you had seen him.

Peter Parker. Your ex boyfriend and love of your life, laughing away with Sam and Bucky and smiling wide. His brown curls looked messy as if his hair had been ruffled several times and no doubt by the duo that was standing in front of him. He was wearing his usual party shirt, the same one you had drunkenly cried on many times and the one he had kissed you in when the clock struck midnight this time last year.

The room was crowded and yet his eyes still managed to find yours across the sea of drunken people. His smile fell ever so slightly but there was a kindness in his eyes as he looked at you and you could tell he was as nervous as you.

You quickly looked away and went to the kitchen to make yourself a drink. Even though you were underage, no thanks to the blip, a little alcohol wouldn’t hurt. Dutch courage, as your Dad would say.

The first shot of alcohol had just gone down when someone was pulling the empty shot glass away from you. “Hey! Hey!”

You sighed and turned around to see no one other than Doctor Strange himself chastising you for underage drinking.

“This is reserved for the adults.” Strange sighed and vanished the bottle of alcohol through a portal to another room.

“Do you ever stop being a killjoy?” You crossed your arms and glared at him in true Stark fashion, noticing Peter walking over from the corner of your eye and getting nervous again.

“With you and Peter drinking underage, I might just celebrate the new year in another universe. Less stressful when you’re made of paint.” Strange gave an amused smile at his own joke and started to walk away, leaving Peter headed straight for you.

Your heart picked up its pace, threatening to explode as Peter’s eyes met yours. His honey brown eyes almost drew you in but you couldn’t give in. You quickly pretended that someone else had caught your attention and darted out of the kitchen, heading for your old room.

“Hey pretty girl.”

A stranger, a little bit older than you, stopped you in your path and grabbed your arm. He was tall with dark hair, eyes the same colour as Peter’s but nowhere near as intoxicating or warm. You recognised him from when he would sometimes work with the Avengers. His jacket had the classic SHIELD logo and you scoffed.

“Either you’re in fancy dress or you’re really bad at being a covert agent.” You pushed him off of you and laughed but the agent guy wasn’t having any of it. He cornered you near the bathroom and placed his hand on the wall by the side of your face, trapping you as he inched closer. You smelt alcohol on his breath and the way he was looking at you sickened you to your stomach.

“The famous Y/n Stark, complete with the wit to match the name.” He smirked and went to touch your face but you moved your head away, ready to put your fighting skills to the test. Natasha had taught you some things during your initial training to become an Avenger before the world went to shit and half the population disappeared.

“Yeah well I better get back-” You tried to push past him but he kept you trapped, cutting you off from speaking. You froze as his free hand wrapped around your waist, trying to pull you into him. You knew you should have fought back but you couldn’t.

You told him to stop, pushing him away and threatening him but nothing seemed to deter him. That was until someone ran and tackled him to the floor, punching him with fast reflexes and super strength. You recognised that head of curls from anywhere.

Peter got up after making sure the other guy wasn’t getting up anytime soon and quickly came over to you. A worried expression on his face as he reached out to held you before hesitating and withdrawing back.

“A-are you okay?”

You nodded and took a deep breath, noticing that some of the partygoers had now noticed what was going on. Sam and Bucky made sure the guy was thrown out and reported whilst insisting you go with Peter to get a drink and sit down.

Peter made you a hot cocoa and sat down with you in a room on the other end of the compound, wrapping a blanket around you which you soon realised looked familiar. On the wall were Star Wars and Sci-Fi posters along with some selfies taken by Peter. This was his old room when he had first joined the Avengers. Tony kept it for him even when he declined his offer so that Peter would always have a place to stay if he needed it.

You didn’t even notice you were crying until Peter handed you a tissue and rested a hand on your arm. You appreciated the gesture and wiped your eyes, not even caring if it smeared your makeup. You knew what Peter must have been thinking and honestly it was still what you were questioning yourself.

“I couldn’t fight back.”

Peter looked at you and raised a brow but he didn’t say anything he just listened. You told him what had happened and how terrified you had been. You felt like you had let Tony down, he always told you to fight back and you couldn’t even do that when you needed to.

“Hey. You didn’t let anyone down. It’s okay to be scared.” Peter tried to reassure you, taking your hand into his and squeezing. A technique he had learnt over time that made you feel safe and calm.

You sighed and swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat. The moment you had been dreading since you had arrived had dawned on you without any warning. You were unprepared and scared again but you knew Peter, he would never hurt you.

Silence filled the room, the only sound was the music from the party and the laughter from people who were having fun. You sighed and looked down at your hands, remembering that cold September night when everything finally caught up to you, the loss and the heartbreak, and Peter had been the one to suffer.

“I’m sorry.”

The words that had been on your tongue for so long, threatening to spill every time you saw him or May and yet never being able to speak them into existence. It was only two words but the meaning held so much more.

Peter didn’t reply for a moment and instead wrapped his arms around you, just holding you as you let yourself cry onto his shoulder. He rubbed your back and played with your hair, humming the song you and him shared a love for. You could smell his cologne and feel the softness of his shirt, noticing that he had a cut by his shoulder that he had evidently tried to heal himself. It was almost as if nothing had changed.

“I’m sorry too.”

His words caused you to look up at him in surprise, your heart once again racing as you met his gaze. His eyes were watering and he looked sad, more broken than you had ever seen him.

“I shouldn’t have let go. I should have held onto you and helped you even when you pushed me away but I-I couldn’t do it. I was hurting too.” Peter’s words were full of pain and sorrow, your heart breaking as you heard them. You had spent so much time wrapped up in your own pain and pity that you hadn’t even seen Peter’s.

You realised you didn’t have to go through it alone after all and that Peter was just as afraid of losing you as you were of losing him.

Your lips met Peter’s before he could ramble anymore, the small bit of dutch courage you had that pushed you to make an impulsive decision. His lips tasted just as you remembered them, sweet and like home but with a tint of alcohol mixed onto them.

Peter hummed in surprise, his eyes widening before kissing you back. Both of you settled into a familiar rhythm of lips moving against each other as the rest of the world faded away. You were reminded of the times you had spent sneaking in here as a teenager after Peter had come back from a mission and healing him with your touch. You had thought you had been smart but your Dad had always known even the things you didn’t want him to know, thanks to Peter being loud in the bedroom.

“Y/n,” Peter pulled back and cupped your face in his hands, worry still evident on his face. “You just went through an ordeal, we don’t have to-”

“Peter.” You smiled kindly at him, the first real smile you had felt in a while as you held him close and nuzzled your nose against his. “I want to because I love you and I wasted all this time trying to push you away when all I needed was to have you here, with me.”

The smile that lit up Peter’s face was enough to make your heart race from pure joy as he held you close and kissed you one more time. In the background the sound of a countdown had begun, counting down the seconds till the new year would begin.

“I love you too by the way.” Peter interrupted, his cheeks burning scarlet as you kissed over his face and neck. You giggled and shook your head at how dorky Peter could be.

“I never stopped.” Your eyes met his again as he spoke and the sincerity in his gaze made you pause. You had never met anybody quite like Peter and you were sure you never would.

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6!”

“Neither did I.”

Both of you smiled as you cuddled close, enjoying every moment that you had and determined not to waste another. You remembered fondly all the times that the Avengers team and your friends had tried to set you and Peter up, placing you together on missions and being the only two left when the study group or team briefing got cancelled.

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1!”

“Happy new year!” You chimed in with the rest of the party but only as a shared whisper between you and Peter. He returned the sentiment with a new years kiss just like the year before but this time there was more love and passion behind it, behind the closed doors of Peter’s old room.

The polaroid picture that May had snapped of you both asleep in each other's arms that night soon took pride and place in Peter’s room. That was until you moved in together and had a whole canvas filled with photos of the both of you including your wedding photos.

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Bangles and Bordeaux

Bucky x south Asian reader

A/N: Image is mine. Contemplated on leaving this piece in the drafts because its self indulgent but I hope you enjoy it. Not too many details about the reader but reader wears a sari/saree. You can skip past this if its not your thing but I hope you enjoy immersing yourself in something a little different! Please reblog, comment and like! <3

Warnings: Fluff! Word count: 4.4k

You tossed the file on the table groaning at your latest mission assignment. The issue wasn’t the mission itself; all you had to do was gather some details on a possible international weapons supplier, observe their deal with the buyer and report back. The location wasn’t far either, though Tony insisted on splurging on a luxury hotel for you and your partner to stay in, hoping it’d convince you to go. Partner. There was the problem.

You stomach churned as you fiddled with the pen in your hands wondering how you’d manage to get through an entire night with Bucky Barnes by your side. You had a hopeless crush on him, all your futile attempts to move on had crashed and burned. Your dating life had taken a dive; it felt impossible to give anyone a chance when your heart was elsewhere. It didn’t help that whenever you spoke to him, you became a shy, blushing mess. It’s not even like you were his type, you definitely didn’t look like the girls that snuck out of his room early in the morning.

“Honestly, do I have to go? Ugh, I don’t really own any gowns, how is this going to work” You looked at the dress code for the night, clearly stating you had to be in formal attire. You’d only recently started going on missions that required more than a tactical suit. Your closet desperately needed an upgrade with a few more outfit choices. You tried to give Tony your best pout but it went nowhere.

“There’s going to be people from everywhere, you won’t stand out if you’re not in a gown specifically y/n”

“But- Tony cut you off before you could finish, uninterested in any excuse you could think of.

“Look, just pack whatever formal wear you have and you’ll be fine, your cover as a couple is more important”

“Why can’t Nat or Wanda go” You huffed, you already didn’t know how to act when you passed Bucky in the kitchen, now you had to pretend to be married to him?!

“Nat is away in Bucharest, Wanda is in Sokovia and somehow I don’t think capsicle and bird brain would make a convincing couple, besides I need them here for something else” Tony rolled his eyes, at Sam’s fake offence, watching him gasp and grab his chest.

“I beg to differ; Steve and I would make a great couple” Sam grabbed Steve’s face in his hand, smushing it against his cheek, “See? Couple goals right here”

Steve shook his head, snorting “Yeah, I’m sure Nat and Wanda would be ecstatic for us to start dating behind their backs”

“Good God” Tony smacked Sam upside the head before continuing, “Moving on, that leaves you and tin man, y/n”

You let your forehead smack against the table, staying there until you heard the sound of heavy footsteps down the hall. You sat up wide eyed as Bucky entered the room, plopping down on the seat beside you to look over the assignment.

“All we have to do is watch them and report back? We both have to go?” Bucky quirked an eyebrow, confused over why this mission was even necessary and why it required two people to act like a couple. Specifically why he had to act like a couple with you; he already didn’t know how to act around you. Every time you smiled, Bucky felt his insides melt and he didn’t know what to do with himself. Sure, he was a ladies’ man years ago, but things were different now. He stayed away from dating altogether, dabbling in the occasional meaningless hook up hoping it’d distract him from his feelings for you. It did not.

“It’s for one day Buck, you guys will be fine” Steve smiled reassuringly, smirking on the inside watching his friend fidget with the papers while sitting beside you.

“I guess…” Bucky looked over at your wide eyed face, giving you a tight lipped smile before looking back at the file. “Uh, married?”

“Yup, go in, gather some info, send it back. We can’t do much until we build a better profile on the supplier, I don’t need another Mandarin incident” Tony shook his head, recalling the witch hunt they went on with minimal information, guns a blazing, only to discover Trevor Slattery cowering in a makeup room.

“Go and get your stuff ready, you guys leave in an hour!” Tony sauntered out of the door with Steve and Sam, leaving you and Bucky behind.

“Uh, I guess I’ll go pack” Bucky scratched the back of his head, glancing over at you as you picked at your chipped nail polish. Your face flushed as you nodded, getting up too quickly and stumbling onto Bucky’s lap. He caught you, your face inches from him, holding you for a moment, before letting you go.

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry, I should have looked at where I was going” You scrambled out of his lap, attempting to collect yourself, grabbing the file and shoving it under your arm, wishing the ground would swallow you whole.

“It’s okay doll” Bucky’s cheeks turned red, the name slipping out on its own. “I mean y/n, it’s okay y/n”. Why did he bother to correct himself, idiot.

“I’m going to- I’m going to go get ready” You dashed out, running to your room, why the hell did you have the social skills of a goat.

Bucky groaned to himself, he didn’t have any issues charming women that he didn’t care about but it was different with you. When it came to you, his tongue stopped working and he was as smooth as sandpaper. Pre serum Steve was better than this.

You shut the door, hitting your head on it a few times for good measure; there was no getting out of it now. You didn’t have any gowns; the only formal events you went to required traditional clothing and you didn’t have time to go shopping now. You rummaged through your closet, shifting through your cupboard of saris, trying to find one that would work for the evening. You had a number of cotton, chiffon, georgette, pure silk and satin ones to choose from, settling on a stunning deep maroon number with the matching blouse. You grabbed a box, placing your gold bangles, a chain and earrings for the evening, along with your makeup, pins and bobby pins for your hair. You didn’t have time to pleat the sari now, quickly folding it hoping the hotel would have an iron.

Bucky paced around his room, his suit already laid out, bag packed. He wasn’t sure which idiot thought this would be a good idea, but there was no getting out of it now. He sat by the compound doors waiting for you, his breath hitching when he saw you padding down the stairs. You wore plain black leggings and an oversized sweater and somehow you were still the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. You smiled shyly at him, suddenly wondering how you’d be getting to the hotel.

“How are we getti-

“Here Frozone, don’t crash it” Tony tossed his Audi R8 keys to Bucky, having pulled the car to the front. Bucky stared wide eyed at Tony, not realizing he’d be driving with you by his side. Before you could say anything, Bucky took your bags, placing them in the back and opening your side of the door. You blushed, mumbling a quiet thank you before getting in.

Steve, Tony and Sam smirked peeking from the window watching you both leave the compound.

“So, you think it’ll work?” Steve quirked an eyebrow, wondering if his friend would catch on the actual mission you were both being sent on.

“They’ve been tiptoeing around each other for months, blushing and smiling all the damn time, I feel like I’m in a romcom with those two in the same room. Idiots” Sam shook his head, grinning as the car pulled away.

“For an ex assassin, you’d think he’d be more trained in reading body language to know she has a huge crush on him” Tony sighed to himself. “Scary stealthy Winter Soldier my ass”

“Wasn’t he a ladies’ man?” Sam didn’t understand how Bucky had zero issues talking to women he’d never met before, only to fumble the second you were near him.

“He was! He still is! He’s just…apprehensive…?” Steve really wanted to defend his friend but he couldn’t think of a valid excuse. You were kind and sweet; Bucky liked you just as much, you both just needed a little…encouragement.

“He’s apprehensive over a walking talking cotton ball?”

Steve and Sam stared at Tony. “Cotton ball?”

“Yeah, y/n, small, soft, non threatening, everything tin man shouldn’t be so scared of”

***

The car ride to the hotel was silent, aside from your raging heart beat you were sure Bucky could hear with his super soldier hearing. He did. What you didn’t know was his heart was racing twice as fast, driving as carefully as he could with you by his side. You both checked in and made your way up to the suite, courtesy of Tony who was happy to get you one room.

Of course the room was beautiful. It had everything you needed and more. There was one thing though. You both stared at the very large comfy looking elephant in the room; a single king sized bed that sat in the middle of the huge space. It was easily big enough for the both of you to share but it still meant sleeping in the same bed. You set your bags down, deciding sleeping arrangements would have to wait with only an hour left till you both had to be ready. Lucky for you, the event you had to attend was in the grand hall of the hotel you were staying in.

“Uh, I guess we should start getting ready”, Bucky laid his suit out, looking over at you realizing you didn’t bring a long garment bag like what Nat and Wanda usually had when they had to bring gowns to change into.

“Where’s your dress doll?” There it was again. God he couldn’t help it, doll suited you perfectly. You smiled at the name he had for you, your face heating up as he stripped his Henley off, putting on the crisp black shirt he laid out.

“Oh, um, I didn’t have a dress; I just brought what I had”

You set your bag on the bed, pulling out the neatly folded sari and blouse, popping open a few pins before you started pleating. Bucky watched you quizzically as you spread out the long fabric, picking up a corner and folding it. He adored the way your brows knitted together in concentration as you readjusted the sari pleats to make sure they aligned perfectly. You started pinning the perfect folds, standing in front of the mirror to make it fell over your shoulder and below the back of your knee. Your eyes met with his in the mirrors reflection as he watched you with heart eyes but you figured he was waiting for you to move.

“Sorry Bucky, it’ll just take me a few extra minutes to get ready, I’m almost done with this, and you can use the mirror soon”

“No, no, don’t apologize doll, I just…I haven’t seen that before” Bucky smiled at you softly. He was still new to the modern world; he didn’t get to see or experience different cultures when he was younger and it wasn’t a privilege he had when he was the winter soldier. He rarely had time to learn and experience new things aside from his time in Wakanda.

You blushed, placing your outfit on the bed and getting your jewelry for the night, heating up the iron to run over your pleats before draping the sari.

Bucky slipped into the bathroom to finish getting ready, deciding to keep the light stubble that covered his cheeks instead of shaving it. He grinned to himself remembering a conversation he overheard where you told Wanda his scruffy face was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen. He was ready within minutes, hearing the very loud gasp you let out as he walked over to where you were doing your makeup.

“You look so ho- I mean really sex-…very handsome. You look very handsome” Wow y/n. So smooth.

You felt like you lost 3 years of your life mustering the courage to say that; this man in an all black suit was going to be the absolute death of you. Bucky blinked at you, his heart in his throat watching you as you sat at the vanity in a fluffy robe, a few rollers in your hair and your makeup mostly done. You were applying a tiny bit of gloss to your lips to complete your look; dark smoky eyes with lipstick that matched the sari. It complimented you skin tone beautifully.

“Oh, th-thank you doll” Bucky’s face flushed, as he gazed shyly at the ground. He would give anything to be like this with you every single day. The moment felt so intimate, your long black hair pinned in the rollers, getting ready together, watching you do your makeup while you sat in a comfy robe. Of course he had to muster the courage to talk to you properly first but a man can dream. You looked at the time, realizing the event would start soon but you’d still need a few minutes to finish getting dressed.

“I’m so sorry Bucky, I’ll be ready soon. You can get our names checked in for the guest list; I can meet you downstairs as soon as I’m ready”

Bucky nodded, though he was completely ready to skip the entire evening just to spend some time alone with you. He was starting to feel a little more at ease without Sam or Tony breathing down his back about having to put himself out there.

“Take your time doll, don’t rush, I’ll see you downstairs” He gave you a sweet smile before shutting the door, his body buzzing with anticipation over playing your husband for the night.

You hung the robe to the side, quickly hooking on your blouse and tying on your skirt. You stood in front of the mirror with the sari, tucking in the material, wrapping it around yourself and adjusting where you wanted it to fall behind you. The satin material easily fell into place as you pinned it on your shoulder. You tucked the front pleats in, placing a few pins in the front to keep the folds in place. You slipped on your bangles, earrings and necklace, doing a quick twirl in the mirror and fixing your hair before heading downstairs.

You fidgeted with your bangle in the elevator, butterflies erupting in the pit of your stomach as you got closer to the lobby. You were already nervous about having to pretend to be Bucky’s wife (you definitely dreamt about it), but you also worried you’d stand out. What if he felt uncomfortable around you, especially because you were dressed differently? The ding of the elevator doors opening broke you out of your thoughts because the train wreck could go any further.

Your eyes scanned the ball room that was buzzing with guests, searching for your pretend husband for the night. You plucked a glass of red wine from a waiter that passed by, hoping to ease some of your raging nerves. Your eyes locked with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes you always got lost in across the room, your heart racing, fuck how would you be able to focus on a mission.

Bucky stood by the bar, his jaw dropping as you walked in. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. The beautiful satin material was perfectly draped around your body, accenting the curves he’d never seen before. His mouth hung open as you made your way towards him. Your long dark hair was pinned to the side, giving him a perfect view of your jaw. The gold jewelry you wore made your skin glow; your sultry makeup brought everything together perfectly. You looked like a goddess.

“Holy shit…”

His breath hitched when your lips darted out, catching a drop of the dark red wine that stained your lips, he was screwed.

“You look…” He was utterly speechless, his mouth opening and closing, remembering you were now his wife for the night. He would have been just as speechless even if you really were married. Screw the mission, he had a new mission in mind; to make you his. At least, muster up the courage to ask you on a date.

Bucky placed his arm around you, his metal hand resting against your bare skin of your exposed waist making you shiver. He placed a gentle kiss on your jaw, pulling you closer to him.

“My wife is the most beautiful person in this room without a doubt”

Your face heated up, leaning into him, standing on your tippy toes to press a soft kiss on his cheek. The scent of his cologne made your heart flutter; you wanted to burry your face in his chest and breathe him in all night.

“Could say the same about you, you look so handsome baby” Your hand caressed the scruff on his cheek; Bucky leaned into your touch, blushing.

“Shall we go sit?” His hand found yours, making your way through the crowd, a number of eyes falling on the both of you. You tensed for a moment, relaxing when you felt his lips press a soft kiss against the back of your head, his hand wrapping protectively around your waist.

“I told you, you look gorgeous. Everyone’s eyes are on you babydoll”

“Or they’re on you; I’ve always loved how you looked in all black with some stubble”

Bucky grinned, pleased with his choice to not shave for the night. You giggled, finding an empty table near the back of the hall which also gave you a good vantage point to see everyone.

You spotted your target at one of the tables not too far from you; a middle aged man with curly greying hair and a beard. Ulysses Klaue. He sat surrounded by a few of his men, taking a long swing from his glass before getting up and making his way over to a different table.

“All we have to do is sit here and watch what he does?” Bucky still couldn’t get over the fact that you’d both been sent over to essentially people watch. Tony could have bugged the place and watched from the compound if he really wanted to but at this point he wasn’t complaining.

“Mhm, that’s what the file said” You took another sip of your wine, the Merlot easing some of your nerves. You both sat in comfortable silence watching Klaue though he actually hadn’t done much aside from make an ass of himself, groping a woman as she walked by, earning a slap to the head. That didn’t seem to bother him much either, grinning proudly as he attempted to paw at someone else.

“What the hell do we even write about this man, that he has a weakness for women” You huffed, freezing as the man locked eyes with you, licking his lips as he got out of his seat, stalking towards you. “Shit”

“Quite the exotic little piece of arm candy you got there” Klaue grinned at you, unbothered by Bucky’s death stare as his arm wrapped around you, pulling you flush against him. “Names Ulysses Klaue”

He extended his hand towards you but Bucky shook it instead, his grip firmer than usual.

“Terrance O’Conner. This is my wife, Ava” You felt Bucky’s hand slip under the material of your sari, his fingers tracing soft circles onto your skin, relaxing you.

“Well aren’t you a lucky man Mr. O’Conner” Klaue’s eyes continued to wrack up and down your body, “Gorgeous little thing dipped in gold and wrapped in satin” Before he could continue, one of his men approached him, whispering in his ear. Klaue reluctantly backed away, whispering something to one of his men before exiting from a door near the bar.

“Should we follow them?”

Bucky shook his head, “Tony said only document what he does here, and if we follow them then he’ll get suspicious”

You nodded, noticing some of the tables had cleared as most people had began to make their way to the dance floor. The lights dimmed, couples joining together, swaying slowly to the music. You looked longingly at the happy couples, smiling as you imagined yourself with Bucky, unconsciously leaning into him.

“May I have this dance?”

You sat up, unsure if you actually heard those words as Bucky stood up, extending his hand for you to take. You nodded, smiling shyly, letting him lead you to the middle of dance floor. He spun you, pulling you towards him, grinning as your arms slung around his shoulders, your head resting against his chest. You leaned into him as he put his arms around you, his lips brushing by your ear, as he whispered.

“You really do look gorgeous y/n”

“You should see yourself, Mr. O’Conner” you giggled, adoring the way Bucky’s nose scrunched, grinning down at you, his cheeks flushed as he held you close. You spent the rest of the night, wrapped in each other, swaying to the music, walking hand in hand back to your room as the evening came to an end.

Bucky sat on the bed with the laptop, typing out the mission report, documenting the sparse details they were able to gather for the night. He huffed in frustration, unable to stop sneaking glances at you while you started to unpin your sari in front of the large mirror. His mind wandered again, the way this moment felt intimate, like something he’d have if you were actually his. Watching you get dressed, watching you go through your night time routine, he wanted it all.

“Bucky could you…please?” You fumbled with the pins on the back of your blouse, struggling to take one that you’d placed on the back of your shoulder.

“Of course” Bucky got up, hesitating for a moment before slipping his fingers under the material, quickly undoing the pin, his hands lingering on your soft skin for a moment. Your eyes met in the mirror reflection; Bucky could feel the warmth radiating off you and hear the way your heart rate picked up.

“I-I’m just going to…” Buck nodded as you clutched the material to your chest to keep it from slipping, making your way to the bathroom to change. You removed your makeup and folded your clothes, slipping on an over sized t-shirt to sleep in.

Bucky sat at the edge of the bed, having changed into some sweats, finishing up the mission report. You nervously sat on the other side, carefully slipping under the covers, making sure there was space between you both.

“I can sleep on the floor doll, you can have the bed” Bucky started to get up, until he felt your hand grab his wrist, stopping him.

“No! Stay…” You looked at him with a soft smile, hoping he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable, “I don’t mind, really” Bucky couldn’t hide the shy smile that crept on his face as he closed the laptop, getting under the covers with you. You both laid in comfortable silence for a while, slowly adjusting yourselves to be more comfortable while inching closer to each other. You felt his hand brush against yours as you let you hand intertwine with his.

“I had a lot of fun tonight…with you” You’re voice was hardly above a whisper and if it wasn’t for his super soldier hearing, he would have missed it.

“Me too doll” Bucky turned on his side to face you, now or never Barnes.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Uh, I was wondering if you’d want to actually go out sometime, maybe dinner, or coffee or um-

You cut off Bucky’s rambling, pressing your lips onto his. Bucky froze for a moment, smiling into the kiss, pulling you closer to him.

“I’ll take that as a yes?”

You grinned, nodding as your forehead rested on his, melting into his embrace, the both of you falling asleep wrapped in each other’s warmth.

You arrived at the compound, hand in hand, confused over the howling and whistles you heard as you entered the living room.

“Pay up, I told you!” Tony had a shit eating grin plastered on his face as he saw your hand in Bucky’s.

Steve and Sam groaned, pulling out fifty dollars each, reluctantly handing it over.

“I told you it would work”

“Told who what would work?” Bucky plopped down on the sofa, still holding your hand as you sat beside him, equally confused.

“That this mission would bring you love birds together” Sam grinned, adding air quotes around the word mission.

“Why are you saying mission like that” Your eyes narrowed as you looked at the 3 men across from you giggling together like school children.

“C’mon, you didn’t pick up on the real reason we sent you two away when I could have just bugged the place for info” Tony smirked, extremely proud of himself. “Which I already did by the way”

“Then why the hell did-” Bucky shook his head, utterly confused “By the way, the target didn’t do a damn thing other than paw at people all night before getting called away” Bucky scoffed, secretly relieved he didn’t actually have to do much because he was able to give you all his attention.

“You can thank me for that; we managed to get him out and away from you guys. You both looked so cozy, we decided to intervene. Didn’t want him to ruin the real reason we sent you both out for the night”

“Were you watching the entire time?!” You sat up, scoffing while Tony sat back with a smug expression his face.

“Look, you both needed a push to actually talk to each other; we figured a night together wouldn’t be a bad idea. Playing husband and wife meant you had to actually get close to each other” Steve explained, making his way out of the living room, signaling for the other two to follow. “We’ll leave you two alone now”

Sam snorted, wiggling his eyebrows as you hid your face in Bucky’s arm, unable to hide the blush that spread across your cheeks.

“I can’t believe they did that” Your voice was muffled as you continued to hide in Bucky’s arm, feeling his cool hand pull your face close to his, pecking a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Was worth it, my stunning satin wrapped doll”

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Labyrinth - Bucky Barnes - Chapter V

Summary: labyrinth (noun), a complicated set of paths and passages, through which it is difficult to find your way. Bucky and You would do anything for Steve and Wanda, your respective best friends. In an attempt to avoid a tradition Steve and Wanda come up with a lie involving their best friends. A lie, that involves building a labyrinth. Bucky and You begin to build but will you two find your way out or be caught in it?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, (Modern AU)

Word Count: 10.8k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: chapter contains 18+ moments, minors DNI, fluff, angst, swearing, fake engagement, sexual innuendos, bucky (he's a warning), smut, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), making out, praise kink, p in v, bucky being on his knees is something i fucking love as a holy sight

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The scent of books grounds you. Fingertips ghosting over the spines as you search for a title that might distract your mind. On cue you recall the way his body was pressed against yours, the way his long hair felt between your fingertips. The way his scent lingered on your skin despite not staying too long.

Bucky consumed your thoughts, ripped everything else away and plated himself at the forefront. Honestly it felt as if you had reverted back six years harbouring your crush again. You stare at the book under your palm. Pulling it gently from its place. The cover harbours animated faceless versions of the characters in an embrace. The male lead’s lips touching her forehead.

The title was on your to be read list, you hold it close moving along the bookstore. Briefly you wonder what brought you back here. Did you want to run into him? It had been twenty four hours. You don’t need to look at your phone to recall the last texts exchanged.

Puffin: Hey, I'm home. Thank you for joining me for the dinner party.

Sunshine: That's good. Thank you for inviting me, I had fun. Give Alpine a treat/forehead pat/kiss from me.

Your eyes move over the seating area, it was empty despite being a saturday night. You place your belongings on a table heading to the counter to order a coffee. The soft aroma eases you. Comfort brimming in its wake. Gingerly you take a sip, humming at the taste.

The chocolate croissant is rich, not taking away from the flakiness you almost want to go up to the counter and ask to learn how they make it.

Reaching for the book a familiar silhouette has you pause, Bucky walks towards a table on muscle memory alone. Eyes glued to his phone. Your thighs clench as his tongue swipes over his bottom lip before he purses them. Displeased with whatever he was reading.

If only you could feel them pressed against your skin, hear him moan against your–No, no, you chastise yourself. Hiding behind your book, of course he would be here. How could you forget running into him in this very place?

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you allow the book to take you into its world. Escaping into the issues of the main characters and their love story. You did have an answer for Bucky, for yourself.

“Hi.” A cheery voice pipes up, you put down your book, “I’m just asking if people want a refill on their coffee or warm up their food.” The server smiles.

“Oh um, no I’m okay, the flakiness of the croissant is divine.” You smile back at her.

“That is so sweet, I’ll tell our baker, we partner with several home bakers and see which product works and which doesn’t.” She explains, a cough has her turn back then look at you, “Some people can be so grumpy.”

You turn to where she was looking, Bucky meets your gaze. His thumb taps on his phone. Your own chimes, you gaze down.

Puffin: Ask her to warm your croissant.

You raise a sceptical brow. Partly biting back a grin because you changed his contact name.

Puffin: I’d like to talk.

“I’m sorry, could you actually warm it up?” You raise your plate to her, she smiles taking it. Thanking her as she moves to the counter you look towards him. Bucky stands weaving through the tables but walks past you.

Puffin: Follow.

You do, but send your own text.

Sunshine: Are you going to murder me?

He pauses, twenty feet away and turns to look at you gobsmacked, you giggle.

Sunshine: It would sound ominous but since I’ve changed your name it’s funny, Puffin.

You watch him roll his eyes, typing as he turns. You begin to follow.

Puffin: Sunshine, if I wanted to murder you or anyone, I would not leave a digital trail. I’ve read enough books.

Sunshine: And I’ve watched documentaries. The truth shall come out.

He leads you up a staircase, you didn’t know it existed before, hidden away behind a shelf. Placed in the corner so it would feel like a dead end. The upper area houses a plethora of shelves too. This area was more deserted and no one was there.

“Also I would not commit murder in a bookstore.” He turns, only five feet away.

“Right, because of the evidence but you’d have the lady for the alibi.” You point out, he shakes his head.

The blue of his eyes bright, he takes a deep breath.

“I know I said I’d give you time, but,”

“Are you backing out?” You interrupt.

“What? No, I wanted to just discuss how this would work so you can make an informed decision.” He takes a step closer.

You allow yourself to take him in, his cologne faint. He’s dressed in a navy fitted t-shirt. Those god damn arms.

“Missing looking at me, Sunshine?” He smirks, you bite the inside of your cheek.

“Aren’t you supposed to be helping your case, Puffin?” You raise a brow, he runs his palm over his beard, the backs of his fingers smoothening over the neatly trimmed hair along his jaw as he thinks of what to say.

Bucky contemplates, he didn’t really have a plan, just an urge to speak to you. Seek you out. Have you close. The taste of you is a vivid memory on his tongue. One that he wants to relive.

“We’re fake engaged.” He states, you nod, “We’ll be in forced proximity.”

“Probably be in irritable moods and or situations that may make us snap at the other in a non couple manner. This could be an outlet.” He suggests, blue eyes studying your reaction.

“An outlet?” You repeat.

“Well like you know… stress buster… physical, emotional, all aspects?” He sounds unsure to himself; he wonders if this will cost him your time, attention, and touch. He hopes not. He’d get down on his knees and pray.

“So what if you're stressed and you call me and vice versa?” You gauge his reaction as he nods, lips parting to explain.

“Sort of, since we need to know if the other is available for well, also if either one calls and the other isn’t in the mood it will be a flat out accepted no. Fully consensual.” He adds, you study him yet again, this being a sore spot.

“So if I say no you won’t try to say please or coerce a blow job out of me?” You ask, the rawness of the question has his blue eyes widen in the slightest then his fists clench. The veins gain prominence.

“Who the fuck–has anyone tried that with you? Wait no, you don’t need to answer any of that. Just know that when you have me achingly hard because of you, and you tell me no, I will use my hand in the confines of the bathroom or away from you just to your mere thought. Though only thinking about you doesn’t suffice, Sunshine.”

Bucky doesn’t catch the slip of his words, he’s too pissed off at whatever asshole made you feel you still had to provide despite saying no. It is a full fucking sentence.

Your gaze drops to his hands, they don’t relax.

Fists still formed, still straining his muscles. As though restraining himself.

“Okay, thank you for saying that–,”

“I’m not just saying it to appease you. I mean it,” he steps closer, towering over you; the faint cologne now rolls in heady waves, it’s more woodsy today, “Tell me you understand, Sunshine.”

“I understand.” You look up at him, the attentive azure eyes observe you.

“Good girl.” His praise has your stomach tighten, a need pulses across you.

Averting your gaze proves difficult, his large palm cups your jaw. Bringing your stolen gaze back to him, “I don’t like it when you look away from me.”

“My rule, don’t say things like that.”

“Like what?” He holds his breath.

“As if I mean something to you as if you might be capable of loving–,” you shake your head in his grasp, Stopping yourself. Bucky bites his own bottom lip releasing it, “capable of having feelings for me beyond a physical attraction. Saying those in front of others is fine, it’s an act. Don’t,” You can’t look away from the blue that was once so familiar that it would have been your home.

You can’t allow yourself to find home within him again, it would break away, tear down in the storm you both were about to unleash. No amount of him calling you sunshine would warm up the cold that would seep in if your heart broke by his hands again.

You did have some sort of cordial bond, forged over a mix of forced proximity scenarios and the shared responsibility of being fake engaged. You wait for him to respond, to agree, he should know since he had done this sort of thing before.

He exhales slowly, you feel your heart beating faster, “Alright.”

The word tastes somehow rotten on his tongue. His heart hates this rule of yours, though his mind appreciates the reprimanding reminder of what this relationship is, that it would be purely physical.

“I do, however, need to tell you.” His lips quirk in the slightest, “I will not tolerate you looking away from me when I make you come on my cock, Sunshine.”

“You better make it worth my view, Puffin.” you challenge back.

The cheeky look you give him has his pants tighten, he wants to taste your lips again, fuck it.

You really wish he would just kiss you, consuming burning every nerve in his wake, fuck it.

The two of you move simultaneously, lips smashing against the other’s, hands moving over each other’s bodies. Bucky moans with relief feeling you pressed against him, your tongue moving against his own.

You can taste the lingering coffee.

He can taste the lingering chocolate.

You moan as his hand cups your mound through your clothes, needily rutting against his hand. He begins to walk guiding you against the bookshelf, it shifts as your back presses against it. Hardcover spines taking the brunt.

The button of your jeans undone, his fingers ghosting past your panties, the kiss is still all consuming your head shifts back when his fingers make contact with your clit. Bucky’s teeth tug on your bottom lip as you pull away. A smug chuckle leaving him as your arousal coats him.

“Already so wet. Baby, you’re aching for me.” His lips move to your neck, free hand tilting your head to reach more skin. Thick fingers picking up pace, the circles frantic, your hips stuttering trying to grind against his fingers, you feel the fabric move further down.

“Bucky–,” Your plea cuts off when his finger sinks into your aching cunt.

“Fuck so tight.”

Your nails dig into his arms, Bucky tugs on your earlobe, he’s impossibly close, your legs spread wide, you can hear the wet schlk sound of his fingers pumping in and out of you. Another sinks in and you cry out feeling him search for the spot that would cause your undoing.

He swirls his fingers, your walls clench in response to him, you cry out his name feeling yourself clamp down around him. When he places a third finger, his calloused palm rubs at your clit you jolt in his hold. Then with each thrust you feel a soft cool metal. The ring, fuck, fuck, fuck.

You can hear an echo of his name, the voice yours.

“You feel fucking gorgeous around me.” He praises, each word plucking at the string that unravels you, he pumps his fingers faster, your hips rut against his palm each time it comes into contact with your clit.

“Bucky, I’m close– fuck, don’t stop, so good.” you plead, stars line your vision, your words urge him.

“Go on, I’ve got you, cum for me.” His breath is hot against your skin, yet you shiver just as his fingers hit that spongy spot. His palm moves your head, “Eyes open, Sunshine.”

You will yourself to open your eyes, just as the pleasure blooms across the moan cuts off into a cry as azure bursts across your vision.

“Beautiful.” His praise has you clench around him, Bucky tucks the little snippet for later.

Your nails rake down his arms, Bucky groans, the sound has you whine needily digging your nails into his arms. Bucky carefully pulls his fingers out of you, eyes on yours. Your mouth parts as he takes his index and middle finger between his lips, licking them clean.

The blue of his eyes only a thin ring as the taste of you coats his tongue. Fingers pull away with a pop, he raises his ring finger towards your lips, “Taste how divine you are for me, Sunshine.”

Your eyes fall to the ring, gleaming with your arousal, the sight so erotic. You feel yourself clench around nothing. His digit moves onto your tongue, the taste of yourself, the ring, your tongue swirls cleaning his finger. Eyes locked with him.

“Good girl, look at you.” He smirks when you let go, a thin string of spit connected to his ring, the sight makes him harder. The way a primal urge for you takes over him, the way his need pushes him to take you right here.

The sight seared into his psyche, his thumb swiping over your kiss bitten lips.

“Do you have protection?” You ask, finding your breath. He nods.

You smile coyly, “Were you expecting to run into me, Puffin?” Your hands move over his clothed chest, making their way to his jeans.

“Maybe, I couldn't get you out of my head.” He whispers, you unbutton his jeans.

“Did you want to know how I would feel wrapped all around you? Tight, warm, and pulling your cock back in?” Your fingers toy with the zipper. Bucky loses his train of thought as he hands you the condom.

You chuckle, taking the zipper down and palming his length.

Where the fuck did this dirty mouth come from? He isn’t complaining but fuck he’s surprised.

“Cat caught your tongue Bucky? Or have I?” Your fingertips brush over his happy trail, pushing down his jeans, freeing his cock. You move your ring clad finger to the tip, collecting his arousal, “You don’t like it when I look away right?”

He tastes exquisite, you moan.

Then Bucky tugs at your hand, taking your finger into his mouth. You moan feeling his tongue run over the edge of the ring. Bucky hums around your finger, satisfied that it tugs at similar strings for you.

Soon his mouth is upon yours, your jeans and his shirt discarded on the floor, Bucky lifts you with ease, your legs wrapped around him, pulling away. His forehead against yours as you roll the condom onto him.

He eases into your warmth. Moaning at the way you feel, he needs to search out your lips when your hips are flush against his, fully sheathed inside you. Your warmth is exquisite, walls fluttering around him. Your nails raking over his back.

Your chest pressed against his, fingers tangled in his hair. You keen as he gives a tentative thrust. His length is deep but his girth impressive as well. The way his coarse hair strands brush on your clit you take a sharp inhale.

“You’re good, Sunshine. Fuck even better than I imagined wrapped around me so perfect.” He presses his lips to yours, hips finding a rhythm that has the two of you satisfied.

The wood of the bookshelf digs into your back, you arch as he hits a spot, Bucky shifts, the tip of his cock hitting that spot repeatedly. You can hear the thump of the books against the shelf at the way his thrusts pick up.

Whines and moans leaving you, Bucky fairs no better, your name a prayer. His palm hits the wooden surface anchoring himself to move faster. You feel yourself grow closer to your orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Bucky’s deep voice repeats, “Fucking ethereal pussy.”

You clench around him, his thrusts now deep, and he grinds against you. Using the position to stimulate your clit. Your pleas urge him onward.

The way his fingers grab onto you, your legs begin to tighten around him as the pleasure begins to built higher.

“So good, Bucky, so good.”

“Look at you Sunshine, so beautiful on the brink of bliss. Close aren’t you?”

Your palm cups his cheek, mouth parted, your forehead resting against his, puffs of his breath fan across your face.

“So close, Bucky,” Your orgasm hits you, you shudder almost arching off of the shelf, Bucky moans as your walls begin to milk him as they spasm around his cock.

His head drops to the crook of your neck, lips smoothing over your neck. The pace of his hips slows, aftershocks running through the both of you. Bucky continues to thrust till the orgasms slowly begin to fade.

Only panting fills the empty room.

Heat floods your cheeks at the realisation that a fantasy of yours has been fulfilled.

Slowly Bucky pulls out of your warmth, hissing as he still feels you needing him back inside. Your legs are still wrapped around him, he still carries more of your weight. Not letting go. Fuck he was hooked onto the way you feel.

You stroke Bucky’s cheek, as he catches his breath. Your fingers running through his hair, over his chest.

The reality of the situation hits Bucky, your soft touches are something he ached for once upon a time, now they feel as if it would claw his heart apart, “Don’t.”

Your hands freeze, “I’m—,”

“My rule, no post sex cuddles or touches. You will get your aftercare, I’m big on that, you don’t need to do this.” He explains cutting you off, your hands and retreating back to his arms. That was a safezone.

“Okay. What, what about you?” Your voice is quiet, you both still had to learn. It was okay.

“I’m fine caring for the sub.” Bucky wants to take back the way he said it, you aren’t just the sub. He nods, then helps you to stand on your legs. They shake slightly, it pleases him.

It’s quiet putting the clothes back on, smoothening over any out of place aspects. The two of you give each other once overs. Bucky hangs back allowing you to walk ahead, when your hand reaches out to grab the railing due to your unsteady legs you feel his hand on the small of your back.

Bucky guides the two of you through the aisles. His own mind is still a fuzz because of you.

The bookstore is densely populated now, still not at full capacity as it once was, your things are still where you left them, a glance at the counter has the server wave at you.

Your skin heats as you think maybe the employees know what the two of you did, Bucky heads to his table, his phone in his hand.

“There aren’t cameras on the upper floor, and the section is closed off for tutoring sessions.” He speaks as you walk up to him on your way to the counter.

“Oh, okay. Thanks…” The earlier confidence dwindles as reality seeps in, the two of you were keeping emotional things at arms length or farther. You hadn’t done this before.

“Will you be telling Steve?” You ask, he watches the way you run your thumb over the chipped wood of the chair.

“Will you be telling Wanda?” He counters, you look up from the damaged wood.

A moment of understanding passes between the two of you. Both of you know the other tells the best friend everything.

“It would be nice to change the conversation from their sexcapades to ours?” Bucky gives you a playful smile.

You laugh, “Which one was their wildest one according to you?”

“Oh god, Top 3?” He requests with a grin, you shrug nodding.

“Disneyland behind the castle.” You hold up three fingers.

“Oh come on, third has to be the university library blackout that they caused. Disney is second.” He counters, hands spreading out to add emphasis.

“Please you forget the make out at graduation, in which the domino effect had lecture hall 25 succumb to the fall of the not drilled into the floor desks, that is second place.” You remind him, Bucky nods in agreement.

“First place?” He questions, you laugh thinking of your answer.

“I’m actually expecting something to happen while wedding shopping or at the wedding.”

“You’re smart.” He taps his nose, “Want to open a betting pool?”

“State your terms.”

“Fifty bucks for each scenario, baseline. But we add fifty more to the one we think is more likely. And well, the winner takes all.” He leans back in his chair.

“What are you betting on?” You look over to the server, she only smiles in understanding.

“Ah, ah, ah, we put the money and our answers in a safe, open it after the wedding.”

“And where is this safe? At your apartment I think not.”

“Well it will be right here, you know those dictionaries that are actually a hidden safe with a lock and key?” He chuckles when you nod, “We’ll get that and give it to the manager of this store.”

“You know the manager?” You’re sort of impressed.

“I know the owner too.”

“If it turns out to be that you’re the owner Puffin and we did it–,”

“I’m not, I’m not.” He quells your reaction before it gains momentum.

“Alright then, let me get my one hundred and–,” Bucky’s phone rings interrupting you, the name across the screen sends a wave of displeasure through you. Shaina.

He stares at the phone, you move to the cafe counter.

Bucky closes his eyes, annoyance flaring up at the relentless calling he’s enduring.

Why couldn’t she back off?

You ask the server to pack your half eaten croissant. Your appetite suddenly vanished. It’s a shitty response. You want to trust him for cutting her off or saying he ended their situation completely. How does it compare when you did trust him to not say anything horrible about you and your baking.

Beck had ruined your trust in romantic partners, so this arrangement was okay, it should be. It is just sex. Meaningless, leg shaking sex. You’d ask him to remain exclusive partners, you can’t risk getting an STI. If he wanted multiple partners then you’d cut this arrangement off.

Wanda. You needed your best friend. Her perspective was required. She would reprimand you later. As would you in front of the mirror.

You take a look back, his things are there but he isn’t, maybe he stepped out for the call.

You grab your to go box and things, peeking outside he isn’t anywhere. Stepping out you make your way over to your car. Dialling Wanda the minute you settle in, she sounds slightly worried at your sudden call but promises to have pizza, wine and herself at your disposal when you arrive.

The gym parking area isn’t crowded, Bucky wonders why Steve wants to work out earlier than scheduled. The call with Shaina went better than expected, she understood why Bucky cut things off. She seemed content and wished him luck even.

Maybe he should not have avoided her calls? He stares at your book resting on the passenger seat as he prepares the pre-workout drink for Steve and himself. You were gone by the time he returned. He didn’t hold it against you, the way it looked wasn’t good.

If he could explain in a calmer setting he would. There is a tap at his window Steve waves fixing his gym bag on his shoulder. Bucky hands him a shaker and grabs his own bag and shaker. They hug before heading inside.

“Wanda and Y/N are meeting up, hence the time change.” Steve explains changing his shirt into a tank top. Bucky chews on the inside of his cheek, hooking the ring chain around his neck. His fingers pulse at the remembrance of your vice like grip around them.

“That's cool, I was just curious. That's all.” He clears his throat dismissing the thoughts of you. Bucky wonders if Steve will notice the marks left by your nails. The same part of him that awoke when you coated his ring hums in delight at the markings.

They make their way over to the free squat rack, deciding today would be a back day. Both of them go through the warm up routine, catching up on the day’s events. Bucky mentions running into you at the store. Nothing beyond that. Not yet.

The reps and sets move forward, Steve and him making jokes and trying to one up the other on their weights. Bucky rolls his eyes when Steve keeps taking pictures to send to Wanda.

“She’s going to need 200 GB storage just for your gym photos.” He teases, Steve laughs but a blush coats his cheeks unrelated to the workout.

“We do have an external harddrive.” He admits, Bucky laughs.

“So wait, can the wedding gift be harddrives?”

“You ass.”

“Jerk.”

“Punk.”

“Idiot.”

“Stupid.”

“You have all of the stupid with–hey what happened to your arms?” Steve’s brows furrow. Introducing the ‘Rogers Face of Worry’. Bucky was helping him put the straps on for the deadlift.

“It's nothing, now come on.” Bucky moves to the side, spotting him.

Steve chalks it up to Alpine, looking at himself in the mirror.

A deep inhale and lift.

Bucky’s mouth moves before he can control it, “I slept with Sunshine.”

The straps unravel and Steve lets go of the weight, “You what?!” He shrieks way above the loud clang of the barbell and weights hitting the rack.

Bucky looks away then back at him.

“You slept with Sunshine?” Steve repeats, eyes wide.

“I did… twice.”

“You slept with Sunshine, twice.” Steve looks at his best friend, “When?”

“Yesterday was just oral and today at the bookstore–,”

“You did it with Sunshine at the bookstore?!” Steve yells yet again.

“Can you keep it down and what are you calling her Sunshine for?” Bucky glares at his Steve.

“Right sorry, let me rephrase, you slept with Y/N? Wanda’s best friend, Y/N. The girl who has warned that she will castrate me if I ever hurt Wanda. That Y/N?” Steve’s expression is a mix of disbelief and elation, his mouth hanging open and eyes slightly narrowed and staring at his best friend who isn’t saying a word.

“That Y/N.” Bucky affirms.

“I need my wife. This is oh my god, what? Do you like her now? Did you discuss the past?” Steve rests his palm on his forehead a million things running at once.

“It’s a fake fiancés with benefits situation.” Bucky winces at the way Steve makes a face. Mistaking his displeasure for annoyance

“Oh my god, Y/N did that?” he points at the scratches.

“There’s more on my back… and chest.” Bucky’s cheeks tinge red.

Steve says nothing, he’s seen Bucky post hook ups, there was no blushing involved or allowing them to mark him up. He didn’t want any sort of claim on himself beyond crescents of nails.

“What are the ground rules?” Steve asks instead as they begin to clear the rack heading to the locker rooms to continue talking.

Bucky explains everything right from what happened at the Khan’s gathering to this evening.

Steve presses his lips into a thin line by the end of the conversation.

“So you haven’t discussed the past.” Steve comes back to the original point. Wanda and he have tried for years to get the two of you to sort it out. They don’t believe the other could have said those things. Even when Wanda and you had hit the rough patch or when Steve and Wanda fought you were always supportive and there for them individually and as a couple.

Which always furthered Steve to believe you could not have said that about Bucky.

“I don’t think it will help and she hasn’t brought it up either.” Bucky shakes his head.

“Do you still have feelings for her?”

The question catches Bucky off guard, he’s going to make sure not to let that part of him latch on. He’s not going to allow you to break his heart again.

“I won’t fall for her Stevie.” He assures, the answer doesn’t surprise Steve.

“I’m not saying that you will, I’m asking you what you feel for her.” He presses yet again.

“Nothing. It's just lust.” Bucky assures, Steve’s eyes fall to the way Bucky’s thumb and index play with the fake engagement ring.

Steve presses his lips into a thin line again. Bucky looks away at the floor, it's quiet for a moment. Before the blonde man claps and states they need to finish working out and grab a bite.

Bucky nods, letting go of the ring it bounces against his chest. He’d speak to you about Shaina and explain everything, he didn’t want you to think he was seeing others. Whatever this was, it was exclusive. He wouldn’t do that to you.

Wanda sips on her wine, waiting patiently for the topic to move to the thing you were frantic on the phone before you came over. She knows the pleasantries and catching up is you building up your strength.

You observe her from your bite of tiramisu, she ordered it for you and you’re grateful. The treat makes you happy.

When she takes her third sip,

“So you remember how I have this fantasy that I want to be railed in a bookstore or library?” You begin, she laughs in recollection.

“Of course I remember when Steve and I did it you were having FOMO. I tried to convince you to find a man. Remember I pointed out that guy in the blue baseball cap sitting in the corner?” Her tone is lighthearted and you agree you did feel like you were missing out on life.

“Well given I only saw his back and not his face because we got kicked out for you talking. So as I was saying… I no longer have that FOMO.” You shriek when she spits out her wine.

“What?!!! You did it?” She sputters, you laugh, handing her the tissue box from your side.

“Don’t laugh, give me details!” She wipes her mouth and takes another sip to calm herself.

“So Bucky and I did it at the bookstore—,”

Wanda spits the wine out again, “Bucky!?”

“I’m not paying for another bottle if you waste that.” You warn she stares at you, green eyes wide.

“You sound like Steve.”

“Steve and Bucky did it in the bookstore?” You deadpan.

“What? No! I meant the ‘don’t spit out’—, Y/N. Unbelievable.”

You scrunch your face, “I don’t want to know the semen-antics,” you laugh at the pun, Wanda doesn’t, you pout.

“It was funny.” You giggle.

“Just, tell me the details first of all better than Beck right? Cause if not I forbid you from doing it ever again with Bucky.” She declares holding her wine glass like a magical wand.

“Hold on there wise witch. Definitely an upgrade from Beck in several aspects of well endowment.” You feel your skin warm, your walls pulse wondering why he isn’t still buried inside you.

“Wait, I need to know everything, when and how? Did he eat you out? He better be getting on his knees for you.” She points her index finger from your face to the apex of your thighs.

“Wan. Well, he got down on his knees on Friday.”

“FRIDAY!? Bitch! Tell. Me. Everything.” Wanda sets her glass aside, “Now, you spill.”

She gasps and squeals as you go over the details, and makes a face at both of your additional terms and she rolls her eyes at the two mentions of Shaina.

To her credit Wanda’s mouth hangs open for a good nineteen seconds after you’re done.

“What do you feel towards him?” Wanda’s question has you twirl your spoon between your thumb and index finger.

“We haven’t discussed things that were said…” You change the subject.

“Do you want to?” She sighs, knowing Bucky now? She doesn’t buy that he could say any of that about you. The way he had been there for Steve and herself, even though he stays reserved, or grumpy. He’s a good man.

A man she knows you were head over heels falling for, deeply.

“Does it matter? Neither of us brings it up, it won’t change things. I, Wan you know how bad I had it for him? Getting over a crush on him took me a good year and then Beck happened. I don’t want to get emotionally involved with Bucky. I won’t.”

She grasps your hand, “I know.”

“I can’t get hurt.” You whisper.

“Oh, baby. You won’t get hurt.” She moves her arms around you, hugging you close.

You close your eyes, hugging her back tightly.

“I’m scared, Wan.” You admit.

“He won’t be angry if you say no.” She advises, “You protect yourself okay? Steve will punch him for you.”

“Steve will hate me, I don’t want you both to pick sides, already it's been an issue, I, I don’t want to end things unless he can’t be exclusive. I think this is the kind of thing I need right now.” You chuckle.

“We won’t be picking sides.” Wanda pats your head, not if she had a way into getting you two oafs to admit your buried feelings. She wanted her words from six years ago to stand true.

You kiss her cheek before pulling away, you wouldn’t allow them to have any issues if Bucky and you couldn’t work this out.

Wanda just smiles at you, “Movie?”

“Yeah.” You smile.

The two of you settle into a comfortable position as years before from your dorms in college you lay your head in her lap.

Steve comes in when you are asleep on the couch. Wanda blushes when he leans over to kiss her forehead.

Steve smiles, “I have some interesting news.”

“Oh and I have a plan for that news.” She whispers back.

He raises a brow but the grin on his face lets her know he’s fully supportive of the plan.

“Operation Puffshine.” Wanda gleams.

“On top of wedding planning?” Steve kisses her forehead again.

“Do you even know me Mr. Rogers?”

“Oh I know you Mrs. Maximoff-Rogers.” He retrieves a notebook from his gym bag and hands it to her.

“You’re going to need this to plan and stay organised. These two have feelings. And we need to get them to see that, before they let obvious lies get in their way of being happy.”

Both of them look at you as you snuggle deeper into the blanket. Waiting for you to fall asleep again.

Wanda draws a tiny penguin and a sun in the notebook and makes a heart around them. Steve smiles, yeah, he’s going to help his best friend get the girl of his dreams.

“You know I told her years ago, wouldn’t it be great if we are best friends dating best friends.” She looks up at Steve.

“Wouldn’t it be great if our best friends get married like their best friends aka us?” He rephrases.

“Oh, I’m going to kiss you so hard.” Wanda promises.

“Just kiss?” He pouts.

“Okay, maybe even kiss something else.”

You push away from the couch, sleepily staring at them, “Give me the noise cancelling headphones before the two of you start.”

Both of them blush at being caught. They hope you didn’t hear anything else for once.

Wrapping the blanket around you, move across the living room towards the guest bedroom. The drinking and sweet eating render you staying over for the night.

“Good night.” You call out before closing the door.

“Good night.” They both call out as Steve settles next to Wanda.

“So, what's the first plan of action?”

“Get them to do their no no rules.” She states.

“I was thinking of making them do the cutesy wedding errands, like fake ones for them while we do the real ones.” He nudges her temple with his nose.

“See you’re getting smarter staying with me.” Wanda pats his head laughing and writing the ideas down.

Steve pulls her in his lap, sighing happily as he feels her in his arms.

“I really want them to have something like we do, we’ve seen them hurt and alone. I know they are good for each other.” Steve kisses her shoulder, Wanda nods.

“They deserve happiness, both of them. I think we need to speak to Sharon and Brock about the night, something tells me those two bitches weren’t up to any good.” Wanda narrows her eyes, Steve hums in agreement.

They write down more plans before retreating to their own room upstairs.

—--div 4

You wake up Sunday morning to your phone buzzing incessantly. Muneeba’s name on the screen you sit up, clearing your throat to answer.

“Hello, Good Morning Mrs. Khan–,”

“You can call me Muneeba, please Y/N. I’m so sorry to wake you this early but there is a problem that you can only help me with. I need to arrange for desserts for the Mosque’s little celebration tomorrow, they are awarding academic excellence but the person who was going to arrange the desserts has fallen ill. Would you be able to make the mini cakes?” She sounds worried.

“How many would you need?” You put her on speaker phone, opening the calendar for your schedule. Nothing else was due till Wednesday.

“About two hundred pieces, post the evening prayer. I'm hoping that is enough time. If the cakes are time consuming what other dessert can be done?”

“The cakes aren’t an issue, I might be able to do them, just incase would brownies suffice?”

“Oh that would be excellent too.”

“Any allergies?” You jot down the details, she reads from the folder.

She thanks you profusely for saving the event, preparing the grocery list you decide would be best to buy everything now and then head home. Neither of the two are up when you venture out.

Your phone only has a message from Bucky late last night.

Puffin: Let me know when is a good time to talk, phone or otherwise. Just want to clear the air about Shaina.

You read it from the notification tab not clicking on the message. Instead you leave a message for Wanda explaining what was going on and why you left without breakfast.

Y/N: Hey Wan?

Wanda: yeah?

Y/N: Is it okay if I come over to use your oven?

Wanda: What happened to your oven?

The incoming call has you sigh, you’ve salvaged the raw materials and other things ready to move to Wanda’s kitchen.

You answer the call, a desolate sight of your charred oven greets her with your kitchen window and exhaust on. The singed smell doesn’t touch your baked items.

The Monday morning light seems happy but you aren’t not one bit, Wanda disappears from view and the call is muted. You frown.

“Wanda?” You tilt your head at the screen.

Then you look back at your laptop checking if any of those cooking studio spaces have slots available.

Steve comes on screen, waving at you and he says something.

“The call’s muted.” You tell him, he nods unmuting it.

“Hey, so Wan went to check the oven and it seems like ours is done for too.” He sighs, “Do you want me to come take a look at—Ow—wait—,” The phone is snatched by Wanda.

“How many do you need to make?” She enquired as you showed her the boxes packed in the fridge.

“A little more than half. I prepped everything yesterday and the icings too. I got to about seventy five cakes and within a minute of the batch being put inside I smelled the smoke.” You sigh, clicking your tongue no space was available.

“Hey, I have a key to Bucky’s place. He won’t mind if I talk to him about it.” Steve offers, taking a place behind Wanda.

“He’d be okay with that?” You’re sceptical, Bucky never exactly liked or admired your skill of baking.

“I know he will be, why don’t you meet me at his place?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, “Maybe I should talk to him…”

“No!” Wanda yells, then pauses when Steve and you stare at her worriedly, “I mean no you have to pack things up and Steve will be able to get through the Bucky faster you know?”

You look around your kitchen as Steve and Wanda share a look of worry.

“Okay, I’ll meet you there in an hour?” You look back at them and Wanda grins widely. Then schools herself.

“Just glad we found a solution.” She adds.

“Yeah.” You bid them goodbye before loading your things. It takes forty minutes, luckily you remembered Bucky’s apartment elevators are big enough to accommodate two trolleys which can hold up everything in one trip.

Steve and Wanda both get into his car they haven’t actually called Bucky. They hope you haven’t either. Steve’s blue eyes move to the wire in Wanda’s hands he can’t help but snort.

“Did Y/N suggest our oven is repairable?” He asks her while turning onto the next exit.

“She offered her condolences to us, but we have an oven shopping trip lined up.” She grins.

“Well I planned on making that one pot of Mac and Cheese so that plan’s gone.”

“I’m sorry baby.” Wanda reaches over and kisses his cheek. He smiles.

“How did you even break it?”

“I don’t know, when I opened it I pulled the first thing I saw.” She shrugs.

Steve laughs again much to her chagrin.

“You realise that wire is actually behind a panel that needs to be unscrewed right?” He explains as they enter the building parking lot.

She just shrugs giving him a grin.

“I just want to marry you harder.” He declares, kissing the back of her hand, before placing it back on the gear and moving it into park.

You wave at them from your spot in the lobby, Wanda eyes all of the things meticulously arranged. The little guilt at breaking her own oven gnaws at her but this would be one arrow two targets.

Steve knew Bucky loved all your desserts, always sneakily eating them when no one was looking. Humming at the taste and wanting to sing praises for you.

Maybe this would make things better.

Steve easily rolls both carts without an issue, Wanda almost drools all over the floor. You blink several times as to what it is about a display of minimal strength that sets her off.

Bucky’s apartment is empty, save for Alpine running and climbing up your leg and meowing for attention. You laugh at her eagerness. Cooing at the sweet little baby.

“Hi Alpine.” You pet her head, lifting her into your arms.

She meows ears fluttering.

“Did you miss me? I missed you.” Her blue eyes look up at you, “Yes I did, I absolutely did.” You assure her.

Wanda and Steve exchange glances. Both of them knew you wanted a pet cat of your own and when you stumbled across the picture of Alpine on Steve’s instagram stories you had absolutely melted into mush.

Carrying her into the kitchen she perches herself onto the corner of the countertop. You look around thinking the least messy way to organise everything.

“You have free use of everything. His fridge is empty so stock your cakes with ease.” Steve explains opening the actually empty fridge, “He grocery shops on Mondays so it's fine.”

“Okay… well I think my test batch will let me know how long I’ll take. I hope to be out of his hair sooner.” You look around yet again, it was weird being in here without Bucky even if he had said yes. You still had to speak to him about his still Shaina text, maybe after the delivery you would clear the air.

Sunshine: Okay, maybe in the week? Muneeba came through with a last minute order for an event at their mosque.

Puffin: yeah that works, i’m glad it worked out, plus you cater to their requirements of halal so I think it will be recurring orders. Good luck with it.

Sunshine: Thank you, Puffin.

Puffin: you’re welcome, Sunshine.

Wanda looks at you, organising everything neatly. Steve’s wondering if he should text Bucky now or later. Since Alpine’s camera would give it away.

Alpine looks up at her, “We’re gonna set them up.” She whispers to the cat. Alpine blinks at her then looks towards your back and blinks at you.

“Its operation Alpine Gets Sunshine Mommy.”

“I thought it was PuffShine.”

“This way the cat helps us.”

“Right, right.”

“What are the two of you whispering about?”

The two of them look like deers caught in headlights, Alpine licks her paw so cutely distracting you.

“Oh you cute little baby, how does anyone do anything but not stare at you?” You ask the furbaby moving to kiss her cute little pink nose. God you were in love with her.

Alpine purrs in response to the kiss smushing her head to your cheek, making you giggle and forget all about the whispering couple.

Steve grins at Wanda, she gives him an I told you so look. She’d send over that big pink flower perch for Alpine as a thank you.

The pair leaves making sure you’re settled in and Alpine is smart enough to keep distance from the cooking area. Something you presume Bucky trained her well for, the test batch works wonderfully and you know it will take less time to cook and Bucky’s oven was big enough that you could work two trays of eight mini cakes at once.

Time flies by as you’re putting the finishing touches on the final batch, you had texted Bucky a thank you but didn’t hear from him, maybe he was busy and you had shrugged it off.

Muneeba calls you to let you know that she’d have someone pick up the cupcakes so you would not have to worry about transport. Giving her Bucky’s address is easy from when you had it noted from your earlier visit plus in case you needed a last minute delivery of something you forgot.

The cakes rest in Confection Confession boxes cooling off in the fridge. You order in a few groceries for Bucky as a thank you. Making some savoury food may not sour his mood.

You also play with Alpine once you’re fully done cleaning out his oven and the kitchen. All your things packed and ready to go once the cakes are picked up.

She loves chasing you around the house as you hold her little birdie toy laughter and frustrated meows fill the house. The little camera follows you around tracking Alpine and her shenanigans.

Bucky groans at his laptop screen. The presentation was annoying him. Why did he sign up to mentor juniors? Why? He had finished with his planned out work. This was just on top.

Darcy had the better batch, she hand picked them getting there before him. If it wasn’t for his mind still on you he would have paid attention and picked a more active and less mind numbing task than powerpoint.

He hated it in grad school and still hates it. Moving his neck through the ranges relieves some of the pressure he rubs on the back. He wonders if telling you he would like to hook up even before the air is cleared makes sense or not?

The device doesn’t light up, he groans. Just what he needs. The knocking at his door interrupts him. Yusuf stands with a smile.

“I just wanted to pass my thanks on for coming in on friday and for Y/N helping Muneeba out. The people will be at your apartment to pick up the mini cakes, I knew she could trust your fiancé blindly for 200 cakes.” Yusuf smiles at Bucky.

Bucky stares blankly at Yusuf. He knew about the order, why was it being picked up from his house? Were you at his house? Why?

God were you one of those who thinks she has free access to his life once she sleeps with a guy? Fucking hell.

“James?”

“Yes, sorry, long, long day. I know she told me. I hope everyone enjoys them.” He offers a tight lipped smile.

“I’m sure we will, well why don’t you head on home? It's already 5, works a little lighter. I’m sure she’ll need some relaxation after that massive order.”

“Yeah, I’ll take care of her.” Bucky smiles as Yusuf walks off, gathering his things he swiftly heads to his car. Alpine was home alone and if you were baking. What if you left the oven on? Why the hell were you not at your own house?

“Woah, Barnes everything okay?” John asks, Bucky glares at him. Not bothering to say anything and he moves through the building.

Fucking hell his phone. He plugs it into the car charger. The drive home earned him several car honks; he doesn't care about anything at the moment.

When he reaches by five forty the door to his apartment is ajar people come out wheeling your baking boxes on a large flatbed trolley.

“Thank you.” Your voice greets them sweetly, they smile before heading to the elevators.

“Alright pretty girl, now I can let you down once we shut the door okay? Can’t have you running and having your dad worried.” You say something more but your voice is cut off by shutting the door.

Bucky uses his keys to enter. His phone rings but he doesn’t care. You’re in the kitchen with Alpine sitting on your shoulder as you stir something on the stove.

“I see you’ve made yourself at home.” Bucky’s sharp tone has you turn and Alpine leap off to move along his feet. Rubbing her scent over him and purring happily at his return.

“Oh um, hi Puffin, I was just making dinner as a thank you.” You smile. He raises a brow.

“Did you not already thank me? How did you even get in?” He stands in the doorway of the kitchen not moving.

“Steve let me—,”

“So what did you tell Steve we’re dating and he allows you to waltz into my apartment while I’m gone? Are you so desperate for a hookup that you want to be here for some sort of welcome home seduction?” Bucky’s trademark glare returns directed at you.

You take a step back, “No, he told me he spoke to you—,”

“I have no call from Steve.” Bucky’s jaw ticks.

“My oven broke and Wanda’s did too, I had the order and Steve—,”

“So you thought oh hey, we’re fucking I’m entitled to his utilities and kitchen gadgets?” He sneers at you, taking a step forward.

“What? Puf—James, no, it’s not like that, did Steve not really speak to you?” You look at him bewildered, if you had known, “Did you not read my text?”

“Last we spoke yesterday, Sunshine.” The nickname returns to the sort of mocking tone. You wince.

“Have you checked your phone?” You ask, he rolls his eyes.

“I’ve had a bullshit day, I don’t need you implying absurd— fucking hell.” He glares at the contact calling him, Steve Rogers.

He picks up, “What bullshit were you fed that you let her into my place?”

“Woah, what?” Steve panics, oh this wasn’t going the way they wanted.

“Y/N is in my apartment. Cooking. Why?” Bucky summarises.

“Oh, yeah, her oven broke and ours did too, she had a big order and those rental spaces weren’t available. I even texted you since you weren’t answering. If it wasn‘t your boss’ wife I wasn’t going to get the idea for your place.” Steve explains, Bucky’s chest tightens.

You fiddle with the spatula, turning the food one last time before shutting the stove and covering it with a pan. The sticky note attached to the handle of the pan flutters as you walk to the trolleys pushing them.

Bucky moves away from the door.

“Shit.” He mutters, “Sunshine—,”

“Save it.” You spit at him.

“Fix it.” Steve warns before cutting the call.

“Look, my phone ran out of charge and Yusuf waltzed into my office and I was worried about Alpine and the oven.” He rambles through his reasons.

“I should have called you myself. I thought Steve had your permission. I’m done, I cleaned everything and in case the utility bill comes higher I’ll cover the unit cost of the day over and above your normal units.” You move to the door, then check for where Alpine went off too.

“Sunshine.” He grabs your hand, his lips press into a thin line, hair tousled and he sighs.

“What?” You snap, you wouldn’t be insulted by him.

“Can we sort this out?” He requests, you look down at your things then the spot where his fingers wrap around your wrist.

“Just tell me what happened with Shaina then I want to leave.” You offer.

He nods, leading you still holding your hand to his living room.

You sit down away from him. Your jaw set. You were going to hear him and that was it. You were leaving. Buying a new damn oven. If you were really horny you would hit him up or rather the vibrator Wanda gave you as a gag Christmas gift would work better.

“Shaina as you know was a previous FWB situation I had, it ended a month ago. I had wanted to pursue it again, not anything further the same thing as before which is why she was there the day we were setting up our fake dating. She wanted to know why I wasn't going ahead. Which is why she called on Friday and post our bookstore hookup.” He sighs, “I spoke to her and you left by that time so I couldn’t explain that I told her why.”

“What did you say?” You ask curiosity brimming over.

“The truth that I’m engaged.” He didn’t mention how long, Shaina was just thinking it was fairly new.

“After a month of ending an FWB.”

“I found the one.” He shrugs, “It got her to back off.”

Right he could find the one and leave you too. Not that you would hold it against him. You could, too. Find the one. The ring twists around your finger by your thumb. It makes you laugh at the absurd thought. First you need to process your emotions before you even consider serious dating.

“And she agreed to stop? Are you sure you still want this arrangement?” You ask.

“She did, she needed closure, which I should have provided earlier. To answer your question, yes. Exclusive FWB no one else involved.” He observes the way you purse your lips then nod, looking down at your hands.

The flashes of his cum on your hand cross his mind. These damn rings.

“Okay then, thanks for telling me. I’ll head home.” You stand, he frowns.

“Don’t you—,”

“Listen, I appreciate the clearing air around Shaina, but I’m not fucking you unless you apologise. You were fucking rude. What you think I’m that touch starved that I’d sneak into your house and put on fucking lingerie to get into your pants?” You raise a brow at him, hands on your hips.

Bucky swallows, the fire in your voice has everything travelling south.

“Sunshine.” He says as a warning to himself or you he doesn’t know.

“Three words should follow that, Puffin. I know you may not be used to saying them.” You scoff.

“You’re a little brat aren’t you?” He stands, moving over to you, you have to tilt your head up to look at him.

“I am when I need to be.” You challenge and he smirks.

“How do you want me to apologise to you, Sunshine?” Bucky cups your cheek, but not in an intimate way, it's almost teasing.

You look at him confused.

“Aw, sweetheart,” He coos, “Do you want me to just say the words?” He leans in closer, your heart rate picks up. His smirk widens as your skin heats under his touch.

“Or would you like me on my knees apologising to you? Spelling each letter out on that responsive little clit?” He brushes his lips over yours, yours part as you exhale.

“Or do you want me to apologise while I fuck you? Bringing you to the brink of bliss as your sweet pussy milks my cock and even though my mind can’t think of anything when you’re wrapped around me, I’ll apologise, Sunshine.”

His thumb swipes at your bottom lip, “Tell me how would you like your apology.”

You swallow, finding your voice in the haze of his words, “All three ways, Puffin.”

“Greedy.” He chastises, but grins.

“I am sorry, Sunshine.” He says sincerity lacing his baritone that moves into a deeper octave.

You bite down on your bottom lip as he sinks to his knees, palms resting over your ass and squeezing, bringing you flush against his face. Just as his fingers reach for the button of your jeans, you tug on his hair to stop him.

“Who is being touch starved now?” You step away, Bucky looks up at you, biting down his tongue.

“I am sorry. I wasn’t thinking clearly.” He says stopping you again as you’re near the hallway and he’s still on his knees.

“I know weren’t, The least you could do was hear me out. But nope, you went ahead and presumed shit, you could have checked your messages. You could have gone about this differently.” You walk away, opening the door, shoving the damn trolleys out.

Bucky stands at the door, you don’t turn to look at him. Or even bid him goodbye.

“Let me know when you get home.” He says, you pause mid-stride but then continue pushing the trolley your back is towards him.

When you’re in the car you call Wanda, but her phone is busy. It isn't too late and the day has been too hard. You deserve ice cream and not the packaged kind. You’d get one from your favourite ice cream shop.

So what if you had to drive out of your route?

“You absolute shit head.” Steve glares at him. Wanda looks equally disappointed on the video call. She was caught up at work so Bucky was now standing outside your door as Steve used Wanda’s copy of your keys to let him in, he didn't meet her harsh gaze.

“I know.” Bucky agrees.

“You said touch starved?” Wanda snaps at him again he winces.

“I was worried about Alpine.” He defends as they enter the dimly lit apartment.

“You know what? Check your goddamn phone. She took care of Alpine. Make sure she stayed out of the kitchen and when she opened the oven Alpine was put into the guestroom. Not yours because that was the room you had allowed her to use when she had first come over.” Wanda’s yelling makes him feel worse than he already is, he hoped you would at least look at him.

“I’m sorry, okay? And I wouldn’t have called Steve and you if I didn’t want to make it right.” Bucky looks at her on the phone.

“If she doesn’t speak to you I won’t blame her.” Wanda’s words may sound harsh, she knew the two of you had a rocky road but if he insulted you. She would castrate Bucky.

“I’ll hold him down for you.” Steve adds, Bucky’s eyes widen.

“What I told you she’s become like Becca for me. I’ll let Wanda hurt you but be at your bedside in the hospital.” Steve pat’s his back.

“Okay she just texted me she’s going to be reaching in fifteen minutes but that means ten minutes.” Wanda updates the two of them. Bucky settles himself on your couch. Memories of the first night flooding into his mind.

“If you mess this up.” Steve points his index finger at his best friend.

“I’ll make sure you can’t get anything else up. Ever.” Wanda adds with a grin.

“I won’t.” Bucky says with determination.

Steve leaves with his phone, both of them exchange a worried glance.

“We should go to the puppy cafe and pray.”

“To the dog gods?” He chuckles.

“Yeah, and play with the puppies. Please?” Wanda pouts.

“Alright, I’ll meet you there in a cab so you can drive directly.”

Wanda blows him a flying kiss and the call disconnects. Steve puts on his baseball hat so he wouldn't be recognised by you in case he runs into you.

The tub of ice cream is happiness inducing. You took another pint to give to Wanda but your own second. Unlocking the door you head into the kitchen putting the pints into the fridge.

Temptation gets too much and you reach for your tub again. Fucking stupid Bucky. You grumble. Walking into your living room. The spoon drops from your hand. As you take in the sight.

James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes standing in the middle of the room only in his boxers and he’s holding the same pint of ice cream in his hand.

You stop yourself from looking at his tattooed arm and tracing the damn waistband of the boxers. Bucky swallows, eyes on the dropped spoon.

“I’m sorry.” He says your eyes snap to his face.

“What is this?” You ask, bending to pick up the spoon.

“Well I can’t bake and I didn’t have time to cook so I took the ice cream from your freezer and well basically I’m doing what I accused you of without thinking.” He says, you blink several times.

“Are you going this far for sex?” Your eyes drop to the bulge that is restrained. You know he isn’t fully hard yet.

“I only have an apology on my mind, Sunshine.” He affirms.

“How did you get in?”

“I called our best friends.” He shrugs.

“You really are sorry?” You ask because whatever this way felt really like blurring the lines of whatever rules are there in place.

You move closer to him, he sinks to his knees once again. Setting the ice cream down on the table he looks up at you.

“Puffin.” You look at him.

“I am sorry, I should not have ignored your explanation. I should not have said those bullshit things.”

You place your pint of ice cream and spoon down as well.

“You have two.” You say and his brows furrow.

“Two more apologies to make,” You smirk, “Lets see if that convinces me.”

He shakes his head, a smirk on his face, “Brat.” He declares.

“When I need to be, now get to work.” You pat his cheek sickly sweet, he rolls his eyes, “Aw is Puffin a brat too.”

Large hands grab your waist, moving to your hips and pulling you close to him. The scratches you left are less red but still there, heat pools in your abdomen at the sight of him marked by you.

He begins to undo the button and kiss his way down your legs as he takes off your jeans. You can feel yourself already wet, the smug expression on his face allows you to know he is pleased as well.

Calloused palms move up the back of your limbs to the waistband of your panties taking them off next. Your hands move to his hair, he pushes you down on the couch, legs spread wide. Pink tongue licking his lips watching your folds glisten with arousal he caused.

“I hope you enjoy your apology, Sunshine.” He pulls you closer to the edge, breath fanning across your eagerly awaiting clit.

“Bucky.” You want to tell him off, and pull his face closer.

“I know, but enjoy your two apologies.” He taps your thigh. Thumb rubbing soft circles into the flesh.

Tongue circling your clit once, twice, you whimper. He pulls away again.

You stare at him, pupils blown wide as he begins to devour you as though a starved man, his words a distant echo in your mind as you feel his tongue write out the apology on your clit, his fingers curving inside you.

He pulls away right at the edge of your first orgasm, you whine, tugging on his hair. Your slick coats his stubbled chin and lips, you moan at the sight.

“Sunshine, after I fuck you to show you how sorry I am? I am going to fuck the brat out of you.” He seals his promise with his mouth back on your cunt making you cry out and tug on his hair harshly he groans against you, sending ripples of pleasure through you.

A.N: happy new year!! i hope you all are doing great! and i hope you enjoyed the update! also i know i said 6 chaps and a mini fic but they just increased two chapters all on their own (it was wanda and steve their plan needs more words so we came to an agreement)

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lupaeus · 1 month

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NEGATIVE QUALITIES: ZODIAC EDITION. bold what definitely applies to your muse. italicize what somewhat applies to your muse. ( repost, don’t reblog! )

ARIES : tries to do everything at once , doesn’t know when to stop and take care of themselves , bends over backwards for everyone even if someone did them dirty , has entirely too much on their plate .

TAURUS : idealistic , spends a lot of time trying to impress others , doesn’t like to apologize , eating is a coping mechanism or just addictive personalities in general , a tad codependent .

GEMINI : the most flip floppy people ever , what’s today’s mood ? , never apologizes , in denial 90% of the time , their way is the highway , desperately needs a break , they have a hard time setting goals because their goals scare them .

CANCER : the literal meaning of I’ll give you the shirt off my back , isolates themselves in fear of someone hurting them , wants to change but is scared of change , complains a lot but never takes advice people give them .

LEO : no one takes them seriously because they feel they always have to portray themselves as the fun one , is actually really sad inside , honestly needs a hug , exhausted always .

VIRGO : can dish it but can’t take it , rushes everything , anxious , plans their future but forgets to live in the moment , sometimes ignores their friends because they have so much on their mind , talks about themselves a lot and sometimes forgets to ask the other person how they are .

LIBRA : solves everyone’s problems but their own , is actually really sad and lonely , gets easily heartbroken but tries not to show it , will do anything to justify bad decisions , honestly just wants everyone to love them but doesn’t really love themselves .

SCORPIO : easily set off , will give anyone the cold shoulder at any time even without reason , keeps a lot in , so observant that they oftentimes find out things that hurt them , too many “what ifs” swirling in their heads , has trouble showing their true selves

SAGITTARIUS : impatient , brash , commitment issues , body issues , doesn’t realize they don’t need to change for anyone , has a lot of different goals to a point where they get overwhelmed , just wants to disappear and do what they want without anyone questioning them .

CAPRICORN : scared people won’t like them unless they’re at the top of their game 24/7 , takes a LOT for them to talk about their feelings , secretly struggling , fake happy , needs a plan but doesn’t know what that plan is , confident but insecure at the same time , wants to be stable but sometimes wishes they could drop everyone’s expectations of them and live normally .

AQUARIUS : gets heartbroken like 30 times a week , trust issues , can be unmotivated and disinterested , feels they have to adapt to every person they meet so they can be liked , doesn’t know how to tap into their emotions despite being very intuitive , confused , expects little .

PISCES : empathetic often to a point of no return , plays the victim , doesn’t know when to say no , cynical , hermit , is very impatient , trusts everyone too much , can be secretly very critical and judgmental , can only tolerate maybe ten minutes of social interaction , needs a lot of validation .

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anonymityisfunwriter · 7 months

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The Grumpy x Sunshine Alphabet

It occurred to me that in the (very, very long) time I've been writing the Grumpy Sunshine Series, I've never done the alphabet prompt. So... let's do the alphabet with Grumpy!Bucky Barnes and Sunshine!Reader!

☀️Part of The Grumpy x Sunshine Series☀️

A = FFECTION [How affectionate are they? How do they show affection? Do they enjoy PDA?] Before you, Bucky could not stand being touched, especially when it caught him off guard. Doing that was a great way to break a finger or two. He's since turned a new leaf and now only marginally hates when other people touch him.

He's warming up to PDA, but still prefers to show his affection behind closed doors. He can't quite admit it yet, but he finds himself actually enjoying holding hands with you, pressing kisses to your temple, protectively wrapping an arm around your waist. He could do without Sam's constant, dramatic, fake gags and bitter murmurings, "Gross".

And as for you, even as friends, you were very affectionate with Bucky. He wasn't used to it, to someone feeling so safe, so comfortable around him. People didn't usually try to approach him, much less actually touch him. Bucky's pretty sure he short circuited a little bit the first time you booped his nose.

And don't get him started on the first time you held his hand.

Now that he thinks about it, he can't be too sure that you didn't just Pavlov him into liking affection.

B = EAUTY [What is their favorite part of their partner. Body part, trait, anything?] As cliche as it sounds, Bucky's favorite part of you is your smile. Something in brain stops working when he see your brilliant smile. He'd never in a million years admit it to anyone, but he's always looking for new ways to describe that damned smile. It's the kind of smile that could light up a room, the kind of smile that you just have to stop and look at, it's lyrical and melodic, it's a perfect smile. But mostly, he likes how genuine that smile is. There is no faking a smile like that. Whenever you smile, he knows it's real.

You, on the other hand, talk constantly about what you like about Bucky. The little wrinkles in the corner his eyes that only ever show when he smiles, the light freckles that dust his cheeks, you like the sound of his voice, the scruff on his jawline. But your favorite part of him is most definitely his eyes. You told him that the first time you met him. You felt like he just had to know how brilliant and breathtaking those blue eyes were. You look at those eyes and you know you're home.

C = OMFORT [How do they comfort their partner? Ex. after a panic attack or bad dream?] Bucky likes to be held after a panic attack or a nightmare. He likes to listen to your heart rate, to your even breaths, to feel the gentle touch of your hand trailing up and down his spine, lulling him back to a calm state.

You like to be grounded. Whether that be in Bucky's secure embrace or listening to his voice guiding you back to yourself, you like to be reminded that you're safe, that you'll never go back to that dark place from before.

D = EVOTED [How devoted are they in a relationship?] I think it's safe to say very devoted. For a very long while, Bucky thought that he would never be able to invite someone into his life in the way he invited you in. It was never a choice he made, not really. From the moment he met you, that was it. Love songs made sense. Love stories seemed plausible. Something clicked into place the day he met you. You had him mind, body, and soul.

It's definitely safe to say very devoted.

E = NDING [If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?] After everything you two endured together, it would have to be something massive cause a break up. Like you Blipped and Bucky didn't - that sort of massive.

Infidelity is practically a cardinal sin to Bucky, and your attachment and abandonment issues make it pretty hard to be vulnerable and intimate the way you are with Bucky with just anyone. Growing apart or falling out of love seem so unlikely. Considering you've seen each other at your very best and very worst, you've truly become each other's partners in everything.

If you were to break up with him, he would bear it if it would make you happy, but he doesn't truly think he could take it.

And if he truly had to break up with you for the sake of this sick hypothetical, it would be the most difficult thing he had to do like he would only really do it if your life was hanging in the balance. But if he really had to, it would be very gentle, 'it's not you, it's me' sort of thing. He also would most definitely have to brace for the beat down of his life from Sam.

F = UTURE [What is their ideal future with an s/o? Marriage? How would they be domesticly?] A quiet, peaceful life. The picture of domesticity. A white picket fence, a beautiful house, the kind with a big backyard and a tree swing in the front yard. Possibly overlooking a lake.

Bucky's from the 1940's, he most definitely envisions himself married, probably some kids, your dog and cat cozied up with you two on the front porch. He pictures growing old with you.

G = ENTLE [How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?] Bucky is the depiction of the Grumpy One is only soft for the Sunshine One. He is not a very patient nor warm person, but there's something about coming home to his Sunshine that melts that cold exterior of his. Physically, he can be very reserved with his touch. Even though he's seen you fight off some of the world's most heinous villains, he still is so terrified of accidentally hurting you. It's taken some time, okay, maybe a lot of time, but he's slowly learning to ease up and relax a little bit more.

You're very gentle emotionally. You like to make Bucky to smile, to make sure he feels safe and wanted. Physically, you're not necessarily not gentle, but you're definitely not reserved with your touch. You're not rough with him, but you know without your powers, you stand very little chance of physically hurting him. While you're most certainly not aggressive with him, you're definitely not the most gentle. For example, you have no qualms about bounding into his arms, draping yourself on him as he's sitting on the couch after a long, hard day, things like that. Bucky doesn't mind it, not one bit.

H = UGS [Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?] You hug everyone. All the time. You're a great hugger. Everyone tells you that.

The first time you gave Bucky a hug, something broke inside of him. He's like 99% sure of that. He couldn't remember the last time someone just held him. Part of him felt like sobbing. Another part wanted to burrow his face into your hair. The other, other part was incredibly freaked out. What actually ended up happening was he just stood there like an idiot until he had the good sense to pick his arms up and return the hug.

I = NTUNE [How intune are they with their s/o's emotions? Can they read their s/o well?] Bucky can read you very, very well. It helps that you're very open and probably the most honest person he knows. He also knows for all that honesty, you don't like to say when you're having a hard time.

And for how well Bucky can read you, you can read him just as well. You know when to push, when to leave him alone, when he just needs support.

You both balance each other out. It's why you work so well.

J = EALOUSY [How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?]

You are far more jealous than Bucky. Everyone finds that shocking. It's not really out of fear that Bucky would ever be unfaithful to you, but more of your own abandonment issues.

Bucky can be slightly jealous, but he knows deep down he doesn't have anything to worry about. One of the things Bucky likes best about you is that you see the best in people, which means you can be a little oblivious to when people are flirting with you. You have a habit of thinking that everyone is just being extra nice.

K = ISSES [Good kisser? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?]

This was a big insecurity of yours. Bucky was your first, well, your first everything. Including your first kiss.

Your lack of experience wasn't always an insecurity, Bucky never gave you any indication that he had a problem with it. It wasn't until you started hearing stories about 1940's Bucky Barnes, all his charisma, his charm, and his revolving door of suitors that your mind started to wander. Sure, some of it was embellished, but you couldn't shake the feeling that this might one day be a problem for him, that one day he'd get bored, or you'd do something wrong.

When you voiced these concerns, he assured you over and over that there was absolutely nothing wrong with you.

And he might've told you that you were free to practice on him whenever you wanted.

L = LOVE LANGUAGE [What is their love language? Gift giving? Quality time?]

Bucky's love language is acts of service and touch. He was deprived of kindness and warmth for so long that there's a part of him that really craves those things. He is selective about who he lets touch him, but there's something about your touch that is so much more fulfilling than anyone else's. He also thinks there's no better way to express his love than through acts of service. Like the saying goes, actions speak louder than words, You haven't been able to sleep? Bucky will make sure that your bedding is freshly washed and extra cozy. Little things like that. You haven't eaten all day? Bucky will pick something up for you - only because you've not lifted his ban from the kitchen.

Your love language is words of affirmation and quality time. You are acutely aware of how fleeting moments truly are. You make it a point to tell Bucky that he makes you happy, how thankful you are for him, down to just liking the shirt he's wearing that day. You like the smile it always brings to his face. And with a hectic life, you sometimes just need an hour or to with Bucky, even just sitting on the couch together. You just want to be together.

M = MEMORIES [What are their favorite memories with their s/o or family?]

Some of Bucky's favorite memories of you usually fall into two categories: when you were 'just friends', all the longing gazes, the timid touches, all those firsts. The other category is the moments of quiet domesticity, when he comes home to find you curled up on the couch reading a book, when he cuddles underneath a quilt meant for a person half his size, tending to your plants as he watches you with unbridled fascination gleaming in his eyes.

Your favorite memories are those few and far moments when Bucky's usual stoic and serious expression falls away, when he's carefree and unburdened. Sometimes, you'll catch him napping on the couch with Alpine and just smile to yourself at how at peace he looks. Those are your favorite memories.

N = ICKNAMES [What do they call their partner?] You're his Doll. He particularly likes the way you blush when he calls you 'Doll' in public.

You call Bucky all sorts of pet names: sweetie, honey, baby, sweetheart. You always take note of the ones that make Bucky's cheeks flush a little bit more.

O = PEN [When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?] You tell everyone everything. You're very open and honest. You only hesitated to tell Bucky some of the darker parts of your past because you didn't want him to know that side of you, but still, you told him fairly early on.

Bucky's the exact opposite of that. He's not very open, he doesn't tell anyone anything. He doesn't even give his full name unless someone asks him. He knows too much of his past is out there, so he keeps what little is still not widely known fairly private. Until you came along.

You once told him you made a point not to go out and search for any information on him. You told him that you wanted to hear it from him. He found that he really liked telling you those things about himself, even those darker points in his life, getting to tell you in his own time, in his own way, in the way he actually lived it. It felt like a weight off his chest. It felt like he was getting that part of his life back.

P = ATIENCE [How easily angered are they?] Bucky is not a patient person. No if, and's, or but's about it.

Q = UALITY TIME [How would they spend time with a partner? What are dates like?] Quality time in your normal routine usually consists of resting together, napping, cuddling up on the couch, mostly decompressing from the strain of your work life.

On the rare occasion, Bucky does enjoy to plan an actual date night. Some times, it's a bit more elaborate. Still, he knows you can never go wrong on a wine and dine sort of night.

R = ANDOM HEADCANON Bucky refused to learn to text until you offhandedly mentioned that you wanted to learn. He'll never admit it, but he only learned because you wanted to. So he made Sam teach him. And as much as he hated it, he learned so he could talk to you.

You use a lot of emojis. Like a lot.

S = ECURITY [How protective are they?] As your relationship progressed, Bucky became simultaneously more and less protective of you. Logically, he knows you can take care of yourself. And as time went on, he saw it firsthand, time and time again. Also as time went on, he knows how much you avoid conflict, just how willing you are to pull punches because you believe in the good of people. It's heartwarming, sure. It also makes him want to protect you so much more.

You're very protective of Bucky. Always have been. Always will be. You figure that he's had to fight enough in the years before you knew him, it's time for someone else do the fighting for him.

T = TINY ONES [How do they feel about kids? How would they act with kids?] You both love the idea of having kids someday. It's definitely apart of your plans for the future.

You're the team's go to babysitter. Morgan loves watching Disney movies with you. Sam's sister, Sarah, jokes that AJ and Cass like you more than they like Sam.

U = UPSET [How do they act after a fight? Would they be the first to apologize?] You don't fight very often, but it does happen, contrary to popular belief.

One of the biggest perks of living with Sam all that time ago is that you've learned how to set very clear boundaries on things like fights.

For example, after your very first big fight, Bucky walked out the door to cool off. He didn't even leave the building, just went to stew in the training room. He came back to find you shaking in the exact spot he left you. That was a very clear boundary you set. Neither of you could leave without saying where you were going and how long you would be gone, especially after a fight.

He doesn't like yelling, it's an awful trigger for him. Another boundary set. It was a lot of learning as you go, but it makes resolving issues easier.

V = ALUE [How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?] You prioritize the people in your life. More than anything else. Your team. Your friends. Your relationship. The people in your life are what bring you happiness. It makes things a whole lot easier to prioritize considering there's an almost 100% overlap between all three groups. While you make sure to give enough time to your friends, you definitely prioritize your relationship.

Bucky is similar, though quite a bit more selective about who he considers important to him. He's got a few close friends. Two best friends. And you. He's more than happy to give you all the time and energy you want from him.

W = HOLE [Would they feel incomplete without you? What is their worst fear, what causes a hole in their heart?] Yes, you would both feel incomplete without each other. There's a reason that you just clicked with each other. There's a part of you that is Bucky. Just like there's a part of Bucky that is only you.

You both have a lot of trauma and issues of your own. You both struggle with PTSD, but it manifests in vastly different ways.

For you, you fear abandonment, being alone, being locked away again. You get very jittery waking up alone or if he leaves without telling you where he's going or when he'll be back.

For Bucky, he worries that one day his past will become too much for you. That one day, you'll tire of not being able to walk down the street with him without a random stranger glaring at him. He worries that one day, you won't see Bucky, you'll see the Winter Soldier.

X = XENOS [What is something about them that is strange? Something that most wouldn't like] If you're being honest with yourselves, there's a lot that's strange about you and Bucky, both as individuals and as a couple. Enhanced individuals. Incredibly dangerous line of work. Traumatic backgrounds. Take your pick.

For as many supporters that you have, there's also plenty of people that think that you and Bucky are just entirely incompatible. He's always walking around with a stoic expression. You're with a bright smile. Even hand in hand, people think Bucky is cold to you. You don't mind it, and you're not going to ask him to change to please other people.

Y = ANK [What do they do that makes their partner mad? That makes one wanna yank they ass?] You get really, really mad when Bucky comes home hurt. Especially when it was because he did something reckless.

You'll tend to his wounds, that's not your problem.

You're not even really mad at him. You're just upset. Unless, of course, he did something reckless and unnecessarily put himself in harm's way, then, yes, you will be mad at him. You understand that there was some inherent risk in your line of work, but still, there's nothing that gets under your skin like seeing a gash on his cheekbone or a laceration above his brilliant blue eyes. It makes you mad.

Z = ZZZ [What are their sleeping habits? Do they snore? Is the schedule fucked up?] What do you get when you put not one but two deeply traumatized insomniacs, both with irregular work schedules, and very little spare time? Well, the answer is a very messed up sleep schedule. Over time, you've both gotten better about going to bed and at least trying to sleep and slowly you've worked towards something that resembles a good night's sleep, but it definitely wasn't easy for either of you.

And yes, you snore. You also talk in your sleep. You vehemently deny both.

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