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electric touch (part 1)

Pairing: Bucky x medical team! reader

Summary: Getting a spot on the field medical team was your dream. And your closest work friend Bucky Barnes finally asking you out? That was the cherry on top of your good news. Now all you had to do was pass your training week. Seems easy enough until you’re faced with someone who doesn’t want to see you win.

Warnings: abuse of power, verbal abuse, physical assault, some PTSD (but none of these are because of Bucky!!!!)

Wordcount: 7k

Part 2

Notes: hello! Are you hungry for a lil slice of ‘who did this to you’ pie with a big dollop of protective Bucky Barnes on top? Dig in!! I aim to be as nondescript as possible for the reader but I will note reader is shorter than Bucky and wears glasses. Thank you for reading and I'd love to hear your thoughts! please consider reblogging, it helps my work reach more lovely people here on Tumblr. <3 merci!

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Your regular lunch dates with Bucky started unintentionally. In fact, your friendship with Bucky had started that way – very unintentionally.

In retrospect, you couldn’t believe you had been late on your first day. You had intentionally set extra alarms to make sure you got to Stark Industries early.But you couldn’t control the inconsistencies of the New York subway system. When you skirted into the training room, only one seat was left – beside Bucky Barnes himself.

It was funny to think that the mandatory onboarding applied to new Avengers, too.

Of course, you knew who he was – the former Winter Soldier – but you didn’t realize he had to sit through the boring health and safety discussions and HR seminars like everyone else. When the first lunch break arrived, you turned to him and asked if he wanted to join you for lunch at the burger place down the street.

Initially, it looked like he was fighting off the urge to decline, but then he said: “Sure.”

Your conversations were very stilted in the beginning, which you didn’t mind. But as the week carried on, you felt the foundations of a friendship.

(He told you, later, that he appreciated your kindness that first day. That he had been really fucking scared to sit in that room with strangers judging him. He liked that you treated him like a normal person.)

It had grown organically since then – but you were simply just work friends. Your roles at Stark Industries slash The Avengers Initiative didn’t always overlap, but you did occasionally see him in the halls or if he happened to be by medical when you were working. Then, one day, you saw him eating alone in the cafeteria and you dropped down across from him to catch up.

Then lunch turned into a routine for you both. Typically on Wednesdays you’d sit together, if Bucky wasn’t on a mission or you weren’t on the night rotation. Sometimes Sam or Steve or some of the other nurses joined you, but secretly, you liked when it was just you and Bucky. Sometimes it felt like he preferred it that way too.

“So, guess what?” You sat down on the chair across from him, your tray knocking against his. He slowly moved his eyes from the pages of his book – he almost always had his nose in a book at lunch, regardless of the company – and matched your smile.

“I take it you got good news?”

You searched his face then frowned. “Wait, do you already know? That’s not fair.”

“Sam showed me the roster.”

A groan rumbled from your chest. “Boo.” You tipped your head to look at him as you paused. “Can you just pretend you’re about to hear this for the first time?”

Bucky smirked, putting down his book and politely stacking his hands to give you his full attention. “Sure. Start again?”

“Guess what?” You repeated, rolling your eyes.

“I’ve got no clue, doll. What?”

“You are looking at the newest member of the field medical team!” The chair legs squeaked as you danced in celebration.

“Congratulations,” Bucky replied, a wide smile crossing his face. He reached out and offered his fist, which you met with your own. You knocked your knuckles into his twice then wiggled your fingers at one another - a silly secret handshake you had invented together over a Taco Tuesday lunch one day, mostly out of annoyance to Sam.

You deflated afterwards, though, as reality set in. “Hopefully I can make it through training next week. It’s going to be hard but.. I can do hard things.”

Bucky reached over and grabbed your hand, holding it for a moment though he quickly pulled back. “You’re going to do great. You wouldn’t have been picked if you weren’t capable. You’re more than ready and, well, uh, I’m proud of you.”

You smiled, glancing down to where his hand had briefly made contact with yours. It felt.. hot, for some reason. You resisted touching the skin there. This had been happening more than you wanted to admit recently – a new spark when you saw him, when you touched. You thought you had easily avoided the possibilities of a developing crush on Bucky but.. something had been brewing for you. And maybe the same was happening with him, too - when you thought about how he looked at you, how considerate he was…

You wouldn’t know with any certainty unless you asked and you were way, way too scared to ask. Ruining your friendship may not be worth it. Especially if you were joining the medical team that would accompany the Avengers on some of their missions. What if you made it weird? What if you went on one date and it was terrible and your friendship never recovered? What if you asked Bucky out and then he laughed in your face and –

“We should go out and celebrate,” he cut you off.

Wait. Was his voice shaking?

You met his eyes. Was he nervous? “I still.. I have to pass the training.”

“I know,” he nodded. “And tomorrow I leave for.. an undisclosed location for the week. So. When I get back and you’ve crushed the training and have the new job title, let’s go out.”

“Just you and me?” You asked, swallowing hard.

Bucky took a deep breath. “Yeah. If you..”

“Like a date?”

He closed his eyes, face scrunched up. It was cute. “Yeah, like a date, sweetheart. Just you and me.”

Okay, well, okay. Yes. Okay, that answered your question. You supposed the risk was being taken either way. There. He did the thing before you could even talk yourself out of it.

You smiled, nervously adjusting your glasses. Oh my god. You hadn’t even answered. With eyes wide, you reached for him. “Yes, that sounds.. that sounds wonderful. I’d love that.”

He grinned, squeezing your hand. “For a second there, I really thought I screwed all this up.”

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Bucky couldn’t believe it had taken him this long to finally just do it. Asking you out had been at the top of his list for a long time and although it scared the shit out of him, this follow-up feeling of anticipation had been totally worth it. Now he just needed to get through a grueling mission with a sweet reward at the end – a date with you.

You- the first stranger who treated him like a regular person. You - who cared so deeply about your job. You - who seemed to always hear his snarky comments and always laughed, giggled, snorted, at them. With a smile that could make his entire body warm up.

You. He couldn’t wait for that damn date.

A date was the scary next step. But he was tired of waiting and tired of denying his feelings. And thank god you had reacted just as positively. The foundation of your friendship was so important to him but he had a feeling things could be even better. He prayed he wouldn’t fuck it all up.

When he showed up at the compound early in the morning to get on the jet, Bucky was surprised to see Sam prepping in the pilot’s seat.

Sam jumped in with an answer before the question even left Bucky’s lips. “Natasha had to join Clint on the Belize mission, last minute. So it’s you and me, pal.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. Though he wasn’t mentally prepared for a week with Sam, he could handle it. Bucky was certain he could handle anything that he faced this week, knowing it was your face on his mind keeping him going.

As you crossed his mind again, another thought surfaced.

“If you’re here, who’s taking over the training for the med field team?” Bucky reached for his phone then cursed. They were going dark for this mission so he’d left his phone in his locker. Although he had sent you a message after he got up that morning, he wanted to reach out one last time and send some extra reassurance your way.

“Don’t worry,” Sam knocked his shoulder, standing up to do a final check of the gear. “Your girl is in good hands.” Sam added in a wiggle of his fingers in Bucky's direction.

You weren’t Bucky’s girl.. yet. He didn’t feel bothered by the term. In fact, he loved it and so badly wanted you to be okay with him saying it some day too. Though it was still worth correcting Sam. It didn’t seem fair to put a label on something without consulting you first. Not to mention Sam’s teasing about you and Bucky had been going on for months and Bucky did not want to indulge him.

“She’s not mine,” Bucky replied, scrubbing a hand down his jaw.

Sam carried on. “Boone is doing the training protocol instead, but I’ll manage the final evaluations next week.”

A quiet groan escaped Bucky’s lips. “Boone is a jackass.”

“I don’t disagree that he can be a bit too self assured - but he has proved himself in the field and will be a great mentor to this cohort.”

“Wasn’t he one of the agents Steve benched a few months ago - after his annual physical? What’s the term they used - he was doping?”

Sam sighed. “He was clean but a couple of his buddies were thrown out. But Boone is good, Buck. She’s gonna be fine.” With a final glance at the screen between them, Sam clapped his hands. “Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

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When you applied for the job at Stark Industries for their medical team, you weren’t entirely sure what the role was going to entail. Your years of working as a nurse at the busiest emergency room in Chicago had given you plenty of experience with, well, everything and anything imaginable. You were always prepared for the unexpected.

What you hadn’t expected though was the pace - it was significantly slower than you imagined. Most of your days revolved around small visits from agents for anything from minor injuries and lacerations to annual physicals. On occasion you’d support when the Avengers came in, but usually they worked directly with Dr. Cho or the other on site doctors.

You figured the cure for your unrelenting desire for more was to get on the field medical team - a group of agents and trained nurses who accompanied the Avengers or other strike teams on missions, acting as a resource for any injuries to civilians and team members alike. Not every mission needed a team and sometimes it would involve last minute travel, but you didn’t mind.

When your application for transfer was finally accepted, you couldn’t get over how excited you were. You had been working hard for months getting into better shape, especially your stamina. Sure, maybe you could do a bit more when it came to targeted strength training but you had qualified on the initial testing to even get into the training level, so you’d be fine.

You could do this.

Truthfully, you were really excited about it. And Bucky had sent you the most encouraging message before he left that morning and you just.. You knew you could do this.

Bucky's words echoed: “...you wouldn’t have been picked if you weren’t capable. You’re more than ready and, well, uh, I’m proud of you.”

You were going to do this well and you were going to make yourself proud, too.

Most of your excitement depleted when you walked into the gym though. You joined the rest of the agents in the training group and braced yourself when you saw Agent Nathan Boone standing with his tablet, calling out names for attendance.

“Wilson had to suit up as Falcon and jump on a critical mission this morning so I’ll be running the training program this week,” he explained as he sized up his group, which included you plus another half a dozen training agents.

Without a doubt, Boone was the worst replacement for Sam you could think of. Boone exuded a confidence you couldn’t quite wrap your mind around, given his frat guy personality. Hiding behind his smarmy grin, linebacker build and perfectly coiffed hair - he was a real jackass.

You tried not to let your mind race as Boone walked you all through the upcoming week of training. You’d be going over everything from basic self defense skills to hand to hand combat strategies to overall endurance drills. Then he explained that next week it was Sam Wilson who’d be doing the final evaluations.

“So let’s prove to him you’re all a good batch, okay?” Boone’s demeanor shifted as he got into his coaching mode. “Let’s start with a warm up run. Onto the treadmills.”

This wasn’t your first interaction with Boone, though you weren’t sure he would remember you.

During your first few weeks you’d been responsible for doing the annual physicals for most of the agents. It had been a very repetitive (and boring) assignment, until some anomalies came up in the test results. A few agents, including Boone, had weird things flagged on their blood and urine tests - mostly markers that indicated steroid use. Which was completely against standards for agents and employees at Stark Industries.

One of them, some bulky aggressive asshole, tried to convince you to look the other way but you had ultimately reported it. The fallout caused a huge uproar between the medical team and the agents, with the consequence coming down on a handful of agents who were fired due to drug use. Boone had escaped that fate somehow, passing his re-test with perfect results. And even though HR promised you it was a sealed case, you were always worried it had left a bit of a target on your back.

Nothing had come from it. The next round of physicals you assisted with didn’t involve any of those field agents and no other concerns had been flagged. Everything seemed back to normal.

In fact, you had seen Boone once since that whole controversy. A few months ago you passed him flirting with one of the admins in your department but you kept your head down and ignored him. That was it.

Hopefully the week of training wouldn’t be soured by your history with him but you figured it was safest to go in with an open mind.

Thankfully, by the end of your run, as you were moving onto some basic tactical drills, he continued treating you just like everyone else. Generally firm and distant overall, but nothing strangely out of the ordinary. His barked orders were delivered to everyone evenly. If he had any recollection of your connected history, he didn’t bring it up.

The first day of training had been tough, especially since you still had a few extra hours of work to log afterwards. When you returned to your reporting station in the medical wing, you had to really settle your mind down and talk your way through the unkind thoughts racing around your brain.

You could do this.

The second day focused exclusively on muscular endurance, which wasn’t really your strong suit but you managed to keep up with the group all the same.

Boone had the entire cohort going hard - with a lot of tough but constructive encouragement coming from him along the way. When one of the other trainees dropped their barbells, it seemed to irritate Boone immensely too. He let out a few curses as he helped them pick the weights back up then apologized for his reaction but the flare of anger was evident.

When you were all heading back to the locker rooms, it was one of the other agents muttering about ‘roid rage’ that raised a red flag for you.

It was during the third day of training that you felt the first tug of resistance with Boone. It was small things that you couldn’t help but file away. The way he delivered supportive commentary to everyone else in the group but only gave you critical feedback. During one of the practical scenarios, he undermined all your answers.

“I see why you’d think that way if you’ve never done this before but I can tell you by experience, it wouldn’t work. Bit of an amateur way of looking at things, actually. You need to do better if you’re going to be in the field with experts. Are you sure you passed the interview for this role?”

He said things in a way that didn’t always seem personal to you, but he certainly delivered them in a condescending tone.

But, maybe, well, maybe you were just reading into things. You were feeling tired already and not really sleeping, so your focus was a bit off.

Yeah, you could do better, strategize better, think things through in a better way.

On the fourth day, after a morning of weapons training and spending time at the range, the session moved onto sparring drills. It was quite basic - Boone walked the group through easy to follow hand to hand techniques, spending time here and there with each person to adjust their form.

Everyone who qualified for the med team had to pass certain physical testing standards already. You had been working hard in the gym for months to get your mind ready, though you knew you weren’t very experienced in anything related to defensive techniques.

When he got to you following one of the scenarios, there was a firm frown on his face. “You need to be less in your head.”

You nodded, flexing and stretching your hands out. “Okay. Uhm okay, well, do you have any tips on how to–”

He was quick to cut you off. “Figure it out. I don’t have time to teach you critical thinking skills.” Following a sharp finger snap, he pointed directly at you. “And what’s with the glasses?”

“Ran out of contacts this morning, but I can do without them if I need to. Its–”

“They’re a safety risk.”

He didn’t care for your explanation or offer you any other advice, instead just muttering something as he moved on and tapping something into the tablet. None of his feedback had been helpful. Christ, you figured maybe it was worth starting a list to consult with Sam about following your evaluation instead.

You just had to get through one more day with Boone. You were tired - down to your bones, from the physical and mental work during this week.

But it was nearly the weekend and that meant next week was approaching. Most importantly, the training would be done and you would have a real date with Bucky on the books, too. You couldn’t wait.

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The last training day was mostly a culmination of everything you had gone over from the week. There was more endurance testing, some strength and performance work and the day ended with more sparring and situationals.

You knew this was the light at the end of the tunnel. And when everything was wrapping up, you were relieved to finally be done with taking instructions from Boone, too.

Until his final speech. “You’ve been a great group and I would say most of you are ready for next week. Wilson will be impressed.” After a few more notes and instructions for the following week, he dismissed everyone. As you headed back towards the locker room, he called your name.

That made your stomach drop. He waved you back over towards the mats.

“I just wanted to give you a heads up,” Boone started slowly, eyes glancing around the empty room before he looked down at his tablet screen. “Here is the report on your training this week.” He turned the device so you could read over it.

After the first line, you took it from his hands. “Wait - what?”

“I just don’t think you’re ready.” Boone crossed his arms. “You’ve got the medical knowledge, sure. But the rest of it, even if you had another two months to train, I’m doubtful.” He took the tablet back and continued scrolling, as if he hadn’t just delivered such a disappointing blow to you. “It’s up to you whether you still want to do your test with Sam next week, but if I was in your shoes, I’d tap out.”

You swallowed hard, head tipped slightly to the side as you took in what he was saying. “That doesn’t make any sense. I kept up with everyone here this week.”

“This is a controlled environment; I don’t think you can hack it in the field.” Boone shrugged. “Like I said, you’re more than welcome to do your evaluation but I don’t think this will impress The Falcon enough to solidify your spot on the field team.”

“Good thing you’re not in charge of this decision then,” you bit in return, taking a step back. It felt like he was egging you on and you didn’t like it. Even worse that you were alone with him in the gym. “I don’t have to prove shit to you.”

“You don’t have to, or you simply can’t?” He countered, tossing the tablet to the side as he crossed his arms. He sized you up, eyes drawing up the shape of your body. “Let’s try something.” He motioned to the mats. “I’ll give you another chance to change my mind about that report. Maybe I misread your abilities and intentions.”

You knew the right thing to do would be to walk away and ignore how he was antagonizing you. But a tiny voice in the back of your head kept reminding you that you were good, that you had earned your place here. That you needed to show him that.

No, you didn’t.

Yes, you did.

You took a deep breath and stepped forward, placing yourself in the middle of the mat. “Fine. Let’s do it.”

Boone laughed, standing in front of you. He scanned you over again. “Scenario. You’re in the field, there’s a civilian who needs medical attention. You’re alone with them as everyone else explores the area for threats. But, it's night time, it was a busy bit of action and –” Boone reached over and pulled your glasses off. “And you lost your glasses in the chaos.”

Before you could protest about the logistics of this stupid scenario, he threw them to the side.

You shook your head and immediately stepped back. “What the fuck?”

“Maybe you should have worn your contacts today.” He replied and this time, there was something more at the edge of his words. Something unsettling.

This was a bad idea. But he was waiting for you to reply, to call his bluff and tap out. You growled to yourself and stayed.

“The civilian has a broken limb so you’re on the ground beside them.” Without even hesitating he placed both his hands on your shoulders and shoved you down to your knees.

None of this made any lick of sense. This wasn’t a scenario you’d end up in. You wouldn’t be alone or you’d call for backup.

He continued without a second thought, moving to stand behind you, placing his hand on the crown of your head. “And someone comes at you from behind – now you’re compromised and so is your civilian.”

You sat there on your knees, chock still. A red flashing light was going off in your mind but for some reason, you stayed.

A low, grumbly laugh escaped him. “See? Not only are you a terrible nurse but you have no fucking instinct—”

You immediately swung your leg up to hook behind him, not sending him down to the ground but gaining enough of your own momentum to plot out your next move. Planting a foot, you lunged forward and grabbed his waist, pulling him towards the mat.

That really set off whatever anger had been simmering in him. The next thing you saw was the training mat as your face and torso were being shoved against it.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Your shouting felt useless as your body writhed under his weight. Your cheek dragged across the plastic mat as you moved, burning against your skin. “Get off of me, you—”

“Defend. Yourself.” Boone barked back, adjusting to grab your arm. He gripped your elbow, then twisted your wrist behind your back. A jolt of pain rushed down your shoulder. “Took me a few days but then I remembered your face.”

You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut. “Please just stop. What is—why are you—”

“Three of my friends, my brothers – you ruined their lives, you know that? They lost all their job prospects, they have fuck all left because of what you did. You know, we need that stuff - to keep up with supersoldiers. There is nothing fucking wrong with some pharmaceutical help. If I’m backing up Captain America, I deserve the boost.” With his knee pressing against your back, he leveraged himself to sit up a bit straighter. But his grip on your wrist remained, growing tighter and tighter. “If you had just turned the other way and ignored those tests—”

“I was doing my job,” you mumbled back at him. “They were the ones who broke the rules and—”

His voice hadn’t quite grown to shouting but the intensity grew. “And you are the one who suffers now, alright? And you sure as hell aren’t joining the field team. I’m going to make sure of it.”

---

All Bucky wanted to do when they got back to the compound was text you. It was late Sunday night but he didn’t care.

After the grueling week he and Sam had, Bucky took comfort in knowing soon enough he’d get to see you. He wanted to know about everything from last week - from training to everyday life, he just wanted to talk to you. Crossing the threshold from friends to something more was scary but during his long, sleepless nights, you provided a strange sense of comfort to him.

Without doing a dang thing. Just knowing you made him better, inspired him to be better and to be present.

“Hey,” Sam tugged on Bucky’s arm before he headed to the locker room. “Medical check first. Then you’re free to send your little smiley face emojis to her.”

Bucky grumbled but didn’t have the energy to argue with Sam. The mission had gone well but hadn’t been the smoothest for either of them. While they both returned unharmed, Bucky knew coming down from these sorts of weeks properly was important.

Finally, after a clearance from the nurse and a quick shower - Bucky was turning his phone back on.

He dismissed all the messages from Steve and an Avengers group chat he liked to ignore then finally found his way to his conversation with you. Seeing a slew of your thoughts over the course of the week made him smile.

You: good luck this week - come back in one piece, please <3

You: made it through day one and two, turns out my five-story walkup apartment is good for my cardio skills after all lol You: remind me of that next time I complain about the stairs

You: day three has proved that I do need to work on my upper body strength You: wanna be my personal trainer? ;)

You: miss you, hope everything is going safely You: this week has really kicked my ass

Your messages did peter off by Friday and although Bucky longed for more, he assumed you were probably just tired after the long week. Plus, the training wasn’t for the light of heart. Sam had shown him the schedule and although it was standard, its intensity was intentional. Not that Bucky doubted you - he knew you’d been preparing as best as you could since you had shown an interest in joining the field team months ago. But that could really exhaust someone by the end of it.

And tomorrow you had to power through a final evaluation with Sam too, so Bucky hoped you got to spend the rest of the weekend resting.

He dropped down onto one of the benches and planned his response.

Bucky: hey doll, made it back safe and sound Bucky: in one piece, I promise :) Bucky: can’t wait to hear about last week, I’m sure you did great Bucky: good luck tomorrow, I’ll come find you after the eval Bucky: sweet dreams

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Bucky felt a little bit silly, lingering outside the training gym. At least he wasn’t pacing, that would have been an even worse look. He leaned against the opposite wall to the doors, arms crossed.

Something just felt a bit off for him and, well, finally seeing you would help ease his mind. It was just strange – the lack of communication. Sure, he had sent his message quite late the night before but he assumed he might hear something back from you during the day.

But no, it had been radio silence. He could attribute it to your needing to prepare for your evaluation but that didn’t seem like enough of a justification. In all the times you and he had been friends, you always managed to send a reply.

He would just have to settle for an in person update, following your testing with Sam. Five other agents exited the gym by mid afternoon, but you never showed up at the door.

Sam did eventually emerge, tapping quickly against his tablet. He came to a halt when he spotted Bucky waiting, arms now tightly locked behind his back.

Bucky looked over Sam’s shoulder, trying to glimpse into the gym before he met his eyes. “How’d she do?”

Sam let out an awkward laugh. “Well, she didn’t show. She sent me an email earlier saying that she was sick.”

Bucky’s brow furrowed slightly. “Oh.”

“I know, weird. What’s even more weird though is that when I said we could reschedule her for another date, she tapped out.” Sam raised his shoulder to shrug then showed Bucky the screen.

Bucky scanned over the message and frowned. It was true. Your reply to Sam was short, explaining you didn’t want to reschedule and declined any further interest in the field team. That was it. You were out.

“Given how she sent me a five-paragraph essay explaining how excited she was to join the team, this seems out of character.” Sam tucked the screen under his arm and patted Bucky on the shoulder. “Give me an update after you talk to her.”

“What makes you think—”

“Oh, I already see your wheels turning. You’re doing the math on how quickly you can get to her place.” Sam called after him as Bucky turned to leave. “Let her know I can reschedule her anytime!”

---

You knew you couldn’t ignore Bucky forever. It was just.. it felt like too much, thinking of a way to reply. After what happened with Boone on Friday, every single thing in your life felt like climbing the steepest mountain.

It was absurd how quickly things had escalated. You should have just walked away the instant Boone brought up your evaluation. Getting on that mat with him was really fucking stupid and.. here you were.

You could barely remember how you got home Friday – dazed and confused and numb. After Boone finished screaming and you had stopped trying to fight back, you curled up on yourself. You fought back tears over the humiliation and pain, hands shaking as you grabbed your things from the locker room. One ridiculously overpriced cab ride later and you made it home to your studio in Astoria.

Then you cried in the shower and all the way to your bed - where you stayed as long as you possibly could on Saturday, dousing yourself in painkillers just to try and stay asleep.

You knew you needed to go to urgent care, or even just an emergency room - somewhere you could afford the x-ray. You had never broken a bone before but you had seen plenty of hand fractures during your time working in triage. You couldn’t make a fist, your hand was bruising up towards your wrist and the pain was excruciating. The image of Boone stomping on your hand and wrist as you tried to crawl away was imprinted in your mind…

You were stuck on the climb though. The mental battle of trying to figure out the best lie to tell the admitting nurses anywhere was daunting. Christ, how would you explain this?

You had to - you had to tell someone. The way Boone had flown off the handle, how he attacked you verbally and physically, he couldn’t get away with it. You knew the right thing to do but… fuck if you weren’t scared. He had made it pretty clear he’d be keeping an eye on you. And there was no way you’d be able to do your test with Sam now.

If you reported him, you’d probably have to get HR and the police involved and what if he denied everything and—

You ended up in a helpless loop every single time.

Saturday came and went. You only left your apartment to visit the nearest drugstore for a new compression bandage and more pain medication. Sunday passed by just the same. You skipped your normal spin class and barely spent time outside of your bed.

The pain in your hand was growing worse and worse. You had to use your left hand to send Sam and your manager messages - because even just moving your right hand made your stomach swirl. And the guilt about not responding to Bucky was growing bigger and bigger too.

How could you explain it? Boone had pressed your buttons and you pushed back and look what happened. How could Bucky be proud of you now?

Your phone had buzzed mid afternoon, just after you were supposed to be doing your session with Sam.

It was Bucky - worried and asking if you needed anything for whatever illness was plaguing you.

You ignored it.

When he called, you ignored that too.

You were balled up on the end of your couch, eyes glazed over as another episode of your favourite show loaded up on Netflix. You knew you needed to eat something, that the pain medication on an empty stomach was a recipe for disaster. But… you couldn’t get up. Laying perfectly still with a bag of frozen vegetables on your hand was the closest thing to relief you had.

Then, someone was knocking at your door. The noise made you gasp, though you couldn’t move. You could ignore the noise along with everything else. It was probably just your downstairs neighbour back to complain about your TV again and –

Whoever was at the door knocked again, this time calling out your name.

You recognized the voice.

Bucky.

He called your name out again. “Listen, I don’t care if you’re sick. I just want to make sure you’re alright. I grabbed some soup from that place I was telling you about.”

You sucked in a deep breath and pulled yourself up off the couch. You really, really wanted to see him - just the idea of his smile made everything feel a bit better. But then you couldn’t hide anymore and… hiding felt safe.

“I’m okay,” you finally replied as you got approached. “Feeling better but I might be contagious, Buck.”

You sensed some relief from him as his feet shuffled on the other side of the door. “Sweetheart, I.. I can’t even get sick, okay? I just need to see you.”

“My apartment is a mess.”

“I don’t care.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Bucky, I’m.. I’m not at my best right now.”

“I don’t care.” He said your name once more. “Please.”

You pulled up the hood of your sweatshirt then reluctantly reached for the door knob.

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When you finally opened the door, Bucky was relieved. But when you immediately turned away to return to your couch without a word, his relief felt misplaced. Something was wrong. Your sudden weekend illness and dropping out of the new job training weren’t adding up to anything that felt good.

He was worried.

Bucky had never been inside your apartment before. There were a handful of occasions after work or some happy hour thing when he dropped you off but this was new. He liked the idea of seeing your home but he wished it had been different circumstances.

Home was a little studio, with a compact kitchen ahead of him across from the door. Beside it was a cozy living room area separated from the bed and windows, divided by a short bookcase. It was so very you and Bucky wanted nothing more than to just be there with you, scan over the books you like and curl up together on the couch.

But it wasn’t the time to daydream. Instead, he stepped into the kitchen to deposit the takeout bag, retrieving the soup before moving to where you were curling back up in your blankets.

“How are you feeling?” He took another step closer but stopped when you leaned away from his approach. He took a seat opposite you and extended the container in your direction.

“Yeah, I’m.. okay,” you replied with a shrug. “Thanks for the soup.” You took it from him, reaching across yourself awkwardly with a shaking hand, and rested it on your lap.

He took the moment of silence to get a better look at you. Behind your glasses, your eyes were swollen, as if you had been crying. Bucky watched you carefully maneuver the spoon and it wasn’t lost on him you were favouring your left hand. In fact, your right arm was barely moving.

“Do you need anything else? I could run to the pharmacy..” He trailed off as his eyes shifted to your coffee table, which was littered with an array of pill bottles. Mostly painkillers and what looked like a melting bag of frozen peas. And tucked under the table was… a half empty bottle of wine. Not exactly the type of self medication for a stomach bug or the common cold.

You closed your eyes, taking another taste of the soup before gently moving it to the table. “I think the worst of it has passed. Just.. tired now, I guess. I’ll be back at work tomorrow.” You smiled, just barely, then it disappeared as your eyes shut.

Bucky considered that the perfect opportunity to change the subject. Your name left his lips. It was quiet. You peaked one eye open to look at him.

“What happened last week?” he asked.

You laughed, though it came out quite empty. “Just five very intense, rigorous training days. I wasn’t great but.. I managed, I guess.”

Bucky cut to the chase, though he couldn’t predict your reaction. “So how come you’re not doing the final evaluation?”

A long sigh escaped you, rolling your eyes before leaning back again. You stared at the ceiling. “Should I just start adding you to all my correspondence with Sam?”

“Don’t be mad at Sam,” Bucky replied. “I asked him and he only told me because he was worried.”

You laughed again, with more of your body. The same emptiness remained and this time it seemed to cause you pain. You winced, swallowing an uncomfortable look on your face as you turned to peer at him. “I’m not mad at Sam. I’m mad at..” You shook your head. “At myself, I guess.”

“Why?”

“It doesn’t matter, alright? It’s over and I missed today and–”

“Sam offered to resch–”

“Bucky, it doesn’t matter!” You snapped this time, cutting him off.

Bucky shook his head. Something else was going on. He had never seen you like this before - despondent and… broken. Sure, your friendship had rarely escaped the walls of work but the foundation between you both was solid. He had seen your ups and downs, and you had seen his too - recalling bad dates and ranting about missions and laughing over lunch and all of it.

He knew you. The person sitting across from him, it wasn’t you.

“Sweetheart, please tell me what’s going on.”

Your eyes were closed again, head shaking. “Nothing is..” Your lip trembled. “Maybe you should just go..”

Bucky stood from the couch, but he didn’t move to the door. Instead, he crouched right in front of you. “If that’s what you really want, I’ll go, okay? I’d never stay if you didn’t want me here. But you opened that door for me. You could have already sent me away, soup in hand. I’m here right now because I care about you.” He said your name again, like a plea for you to look at him. “I can help, okay? Whatever is going on, I can help. Let me help, please.”

Your breath picked up, intertwined with winces of pain as you adjusted on the couch. You crossed your legs then moved your arms carefully, using your left hand to tear away your sweatshirt. Finally, you opened your eyes and extended your right arm to Bucky.

Despite being wrapped in a compression bandage, the swelling was evident on your fingers. Bruises littered your hand too and continued upwards to your t-shirt line.

Bucky dropped to his knees, looking from your face down towards your arm. He whispered out your name, desperately trying not to fill in the blanks without getting more information from you. “What happened?”

You simply shook your head, swallowing whatever response was trying to escape.

“Can I–” He motioned to your hand, cautiously reaching for it. You didn’t move, allowing him to unwrap the bandaging. You winced at the touch and change in pressure, eyes clamping shut again as you breathed deeply.

Bucky skated his fingers along the side of your forearm, down towards your wrist and hand. Light shades of purple and blue decorated your skin but the swelling was what concerned Bucky the most.

“I’m worried something is broken.” You finally said quietly, letting out another groan of pain as Bucky flipped your hand over to assess the underside.

He wanted to reply with ‘yeah, no shit’ but figured that wouldn’t be helpful. If you hadn’t sought out medical attention by now, there was probably a good reason. You were smart, a nurse who could easily figure out her own symptoms. But something was stopping you. Embarrassment, guilt.. Maybe fear?

Bucky was gentle as he held your hand. Christ, his mind was racing. “What happened? Did you fall? Did something go wrong last week?”

You shook your head.

Although there was one giant fucking obvious glaring answer to his next question, Bucky wanted to hear your response. Maybe you had fallen or dropped something on it this weekend. Maybe you had crushed it between a door or something, anything else than someone hurting you. Because the thought of anyone doing that, inflicting any intentional harm –

Bucky sucked in a breath and looked back at you. Your lower lip was already trembling again. He had to ask. He didn’t want to, but he fucking had to.

“Sweetheart, who did this to you?”

“I should have walked away, Bucky. I..” You immediately trailed off, head shaking again as you tried to collect yourself.

With you, Bucky would be patient. He would always be patient. A few moments ticked by as he waited, still holding your injured hand in his.

“It was supposed to just be a routine scenario, a test sort of thing I guess. But he was… he was volcanic. The anger erupted and he - he.. Bucky, I was just doing my job, it’s not my fault his friends lost theirs an-and he got so mad. I tried to get away but he just kept going.”

He said your name quietly. “Take a deep breath for me, okay?” You did, breathing in tandem with him a few times as you steadied yourself. “You’ve gotta tell me a name, please.”

After another deep breath, you nodded. “It was Boone.” You closed your eyes. “I think he’s taking drugs, steroids–again and he just.. I shouldn’t have engaged him at all. And I tried to get away once I realized he was freaking out..”

Bucky stilled, lips pulled into a straight line. “Hey, look at me.” He waited for you to meet his gaze. “This isn’t your fault.” God, he wanted to say so much more but the simmering anger below the surface was bubbling up. And that wasn’t important. You needed an x-ray and real medical attention. Then, maybe he could face the rage coursing through his bones. “Sweetheart, we’ve gotta get this looked at, okay?”

Reluctantly, your head shook. “I know. I just.. I don’t want to have to go to urgent care and explain what happened. I should have already gone and I feel so stupid about the whole thing and-and–”

He placed his free hand on your knee to stop you. “Okay. It's okay. I think I know where we can go. Let me make a few phone calls.”

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PART 2

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buckets-and-trees · 3 months

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Big Conversation

Title: Big Conversation Characters/Pairings: Bucky x Millennial Female!Reader Word Count: 1100 Summary: Sequel to Desperate, Uncertain and Sure, and Insatiable... Life keeps moving forward, and so does the relationship that has completely turned around between you and Bucky, including how that will look now in your shared workplace.

Content/Warnings: fluff, new relationship feels

Author Notes: Week five piece for @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer - the prompt was "We're..." with friends with benefits, exes, and enemies to lovers as options - and ticking off teasing for me to catch up on January for Build-a-Bucky Bingo.

You were so immersed in studying the map and interpreting the data points on your screen with Conor that you didn’t notice the hush that washed over what was a typical hubbub of noise outside your office, or else you might have guessed someone with A Name in the agency had hit the floor.

Instead, it was the decisive knock on your doorframe that brought you out of deep concentration.

When your eyes clocked the Winter Soldier there, a warm smile split across your face. “Sergeant Barnes! Is it already eleven-thirty?” you asked, glancing down at your watch.

“Nearly,” he replied, smiling back, but you noticed it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Eyes that were scrutinizing the man standing just over your shoulder.

“Bucky, this is Conor Sullivan.”

“I’m the director of the digital media analysis team,” Conor said, his Irish accent more pronounced than usual, and instead of straightening, he maintained the stance he’d adopted to look over your shoulder at the screens.

“I’m an Avenger,” Bucky offered.

You bit your lip to keep from giggling.

The posturing energy in the room was painfully palpable.

“We’ve been looking over the latest social media trends, crossing referencing that with reports we’re getting from some of our agents, and the leads Joaquin has been pursuing in Eastern Europe. The activity of the Flag Smashers is absolutely heating up again, and there’s some definite indicators that some potential leaders of the group may be circling in Tirana.”

“I look forward to the briefing – it’s always gratifying when a hunch my team has turns out to have traction,” Bucky’s words were slightly stilted. “Maybe we put something on the books for after lunch. Do you think your findings will be ready by then, Sullivan?”

“More than enough time, Barnes,” Conor responded.

“Even without this analysis mastermind?” Bucky asked, gesturing to you. “We have a date with HR at eleven-thirty.”

“A date?” Conor asked.

“Sorry,” Bucky quickly corrected, “I meant to say meeting.”

You tried to discreetly put your hand to your stomach to hold in the laughter. This was too much.

“We have a meeting with HR to officially disclose our relationship status,” Bucky further explained.

“Oh, I didn’t know,” Conor started, abruptly straightening.

“Of course not, you’re working with one of the most consummate professionals around, she’s never been messy in the workplace.”

“Not true,” you interjected, your cheeks heating slightly. “I used to be fairly passive aggressive and petty towards you.”

“But you did it in a way that you somehow always maddeningly remained above actual reproach,” Bucky said. “We’re one of those classic enemies to lovers romances for the ages. What do they call it now? End game? Like Taylor and Travis.”

You tilted your head, but you did not risk looking at Conor.

“Taylor and Travis?”

“Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce,” Bucky explained. “There was no animosity for them to overcome, but the true love, end game thing.”

“I… should let you get to your meeting, then,” Conor said, some reticence in his tone.

Bucky came further into your office and Conor passed him on the way out.

Bucky squared his shoulders and didn’t relax his intimidating gaze for one second, but Conor was formidable in his own right – only an inch shorter and with maybe twenty pounds less of muscle, the charming, blond, Irish man didn’t pass for someone who you’d expect to work the office side of things in this building.

“You used to date that guy?” Bucky asked two beats after he’d gone, a boyish, smirking grin on his face as he turned back to you.

“Two dates,” you reminded him, “only two dates, and it was more than a year ago.”

“What kind of name is Conor Brady? Could he be more Irish?”

You laughed. “Your names is James.”

“But I go by Bucky,” he countered, reaching out a hand.

You stood and stepped right up to him, twining your fingers with his. “End game?” you changed the line of post-encounter questioning.

Bucky tugged you close with the one hand, and his vibranium hand came up to cup your cheek. “We haven’t said it with those words, but that enemies wave we rode out? The ordeal just outside of Paris? The past six weeks with you since then? Unless you’re not convinced, I’m all in for the long haul.”

You pressed up on your tiptoes and kissed him in a blazing, euphoric heat. He returned the kiss, circling his arm around your waist while still keeping your fingers twined, and pressed your soft body against his chest.

You could kiss this man for an eternity, but you did finally press him away. “End game for me, too.”

“Yeah?”

The smitten smile on his face made you want to close your door and get to much more than kissing. The feelings that shone through his eyes made your heart swell.

“Yeah,” you affirmed and delivered a quick peck.

Everything with him had always been intense, strong, deep feelings. Now that they were rooted in care and affection, it only made you more sure every day since you’d finally broken down the walls and defenses that had been there before.

“That possessive streak looked good on you,” you teased, but he grinned.

“You like knowing you’re my girl?”

“That’s why we’re declaring our intentions to HR,” you said. “Now let’s go make it official, and then maybe I’ll show you in the back of your car just how much I like it.”

“Damn,” Bucky groaned, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead briefly to yours. “I’m holding you to that.”

You kissed him again, just one more time.

Then you giggled.

“What?” Bucky asked, echoing with a half laugh.

“You really said enemies to lovers?”

“You loved it.”

“And Taylor and Travis?”

“You know I was there next to you when you were scrolling through video after video of London night three last weekend and then Dublin this weekend. I’m invested in them now, too. I can appreciate a man who unapologetically loves his woman.”

“Bucky,” you breathed, heart aching and swelling for this man. He smiled and pulled you out of your office, and you followed happily. He was everything, gave you all the shades you’d hoped to find, someone who was proving to be a true other half, and you couldn’t wait for the days and weeks and months and years ahead and all the ways he’d make you laugh, make you melt, and sometimes both at the same time.

We've come a long way from their start in Desperate, but I just... want them to be in love and happy and get to have fun moments now. I can't help it! 🫠

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notafunkiller · 10 months

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treat you better

Summary: Caught between playing the girlfriend of Bucky's younger brother and the unexpected allure of Bucky's genuine affection, you don't know what to do.

Pairing: (fake) boyfriend's brother!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warnings: age gap (r is 26, Bucky is 38/39), teasing, pet names, language, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 3.7K

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A/N: This story will have around 4 parts, so this is just the beginning. And I also want to thank @marvelouslizzie and @lavenderhaze967 for their support!

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It’s hard to ignore how loudly he chews or how some water drips down his chin as he drinks between bites. For someone educated well, he has no manners.

“Come on, eat faster. He’s gonna come any second.”

You drop your fork on the plate and give him a look. As if! “I am not gonna do anything like that.”

He is his brother, not the devil. And he actually seemed pretty nice when you met earlier. The fact that William is so scared is funny.

“You don’t ever listen to me.”

“I wonder why.” Your sarcastic answer gets a sigh out of him before he stands up, throwing a napkin on the plate.

“I’ll take a walk.”

“And? Do you want my approval?” You literally couldn’t care less what he does or doesn’t. He’s annoying.

“No, I told you in case he comes down...”

You can’t imagine dealing with this version of him for days, or however long The Devil decides to stay. You snort. “Go ahead, take a walk. Take three walks, I can handle myself.”

He leaves without saying anything else, and you smile, scrolling on your Instagram feed. Fucking finally!

You don’t know how your families considered this a good idea. You are close to hitting him every day, but it seems like things only become worse and worse. You just wish you could just run away and never come back.

“Do you mind if I sit here?”

You look up, jumping. It must be ridiculous to be so shocked since he’s the only one who could come here since William left. You let the phone down and wave to the chair in front of you.

“Please, this is your house.”

The Devil gives you a polite smile. Manners... at least one brother has them. “But I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You won’t eat me, right?”

He gives you a look you can’t exactly decode, and that bothers you. You are good at reading people usually.

“No, love, I won’t eat you.” He sits down amused, and you stare at his arms as he reaches for the chicken plate without realizing. He’s... big.

“Bon appetit!” You smile.

“I didn’t say I won’t bite, though.”

You freeze, thinking he is flirting with you for a second. But it’s ridiculous, there’s no way. Everyone spoke so highly of him: how he is always serious, how he’d be against this whole arrangement. No way he’d flirt with his little brother’s girlfriend. “Is the chicken not enough for you?”

He laughs softly, and you can’t help but stare at him a little more. He shaved and has a small cut right under his chin. Jesus, he is really hot! The little dimple, the eyes and that nose...

“Do what do you do?”

“As in for work?”

“Yep.” He empathizes the p in a very childlike way, which makes you wonder even more how old he is. You should totally ask William later.

“I work for my parents’ company,” you whisper ashamed. You always hate when you say that out loud, but, somehow, it feels even more embarrassing now. You can feel his eyes on you, but you don’t look at him.

“What do you do there?”

“Basic HR work.”

“Is the payment that low?”

You snort. “What?”

“You sounded, so I assumed...”

“It is a little low, not gonna lie. But I mean, no nepo baby judgement…?” You hesitate because you realize you don’t remember his name. Fuck! You and your bad memory.

“What? Why are you blushing?” He leans in, placing his elbows on the table to get closer to you.

How horrible can this situation get?

“I just... can I ask something?”

“I don’t know, love, can you?”

You roll your eyes. You know what? He deserves it.

“What was your name again?”

He doesn’t seem surprised or bothered by your question.

“Full name? James Buchanan Barnes, but you can call me Bucky. Should I write it down in case you forget?”

He gently takes out a pen out of his front pocket and grabs your hand. You tremble a little as he starts to actually write his name on your wrist. The letters get a little smudged, but they’re still clear.

Holy fuck...

He’s warm, but not too warm, so you wait for him to let you go.

“Do you always carry pens around?”

“Only on special occasions.” He winks and gets back to eating, letting the pen on the table.

“How old are you?” You ask before you can change your mind as you keep staring at your wrist. He looks in his early 30s, and since he’s the oldest one, it would make sense.

“Didn’t Will tell you?”

You blush again. “You can see my memory isn’t the best.”

He sighs, suddenly shy and reserved, and you wonder if this is somehow a weak spot. But how would age be a weak spot for a man like this?

“Old.” He smiles. “Thirty-eight.”

You try not to look affected as your eyes drop instantly on his left hand. No wedding band.

And he notices.

“He didn’t tell you I’m single, either?”

You take a few slices of cucumber and eat them fast. “Why would he?”

“I’m his brother.”

You throat feels dry as you nervously swallow. “And I am his girlfriend...”

Bucky nods and immediately starts eating.

“That’s all?” You ask. “No threat not to hurt your brother? No background questions?”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-six.”

“I would have guessed twenty-five.”

You snort. “Really? I was told I look younger than that.”

Bucky shrugs in response. “I assumed you’ve been working for a while, and my brother likes them his age or older.” He pours himself a glass of water, and you watch him drink without any shame, not even caring if he notices. You’re already flushed, and he’s a good view.

“I guess I fit the standard.”

He bites his lip while placing the glass down and shakes his head. “Nope, actually you don’t, this is why it’s really interesting.” He smiles. “How did you two meet?”

“The office. He came with his... your dad and we met at an event,” you answer instantly. Your parents have already made up the story for you, and you had to practice it a few times to make it sound genuine, which was a real struggle.

“Was it love at first sight?”

You snort. “That doesn’t exist.”

“Attraction?”

You try to subtly take a deep breath and pray you’ll sound as convincing as you could. “Look, he seemed like a nice guy, good looking and smart. And he asked me out-”

“He asked you out?” His eyes widen in sheer astonishment. “He always waits for girls to ask him out.”

This is when you snap. What is this? An interrogation?

“And? He asked me out. People make exceptions sometimes, Mr...” you pretend you forgot his name again before you look at your wrist. “Bucky.”

“I understand. My bad, didn’t want to make you mad.”

You puff because his tone in everything but apologetic. “I am not mad!”

“No, obviously. Just like you didn’t pretend you don’t remember my name a second ago.”

You bite your cheek annoyed. “Do you not have something more important to do than this?” You gesture between you two.

Not a smart move, but you are exposed anyway.

“But this,” he copies your hands moves. “is fun. And I am just getting to know my little brother’s girl. Since we’ll live together and stuff.”

What?

“You plan on staying?”

Bucky raises his eyebrows. “Of course.” He smiles. “Where is William? I want to know more about how he asked you out.”

You can’t say you’ve been avoiding William, but you’re not necessarily enjoying his company. Since Bucky came, he’s been like a bomb, scared, annoyed, always suggesting you to move in his room because his brother will notice, but you brushed him off constantly.

Unfortunately, you can’t tell him to go away now, too, as he drinks coffee in his gazebo.

“Do you want to go out? For a walk or lunch,” he asks, his voice carrying a hopeful note

“No, thanks.” You don’t intend to sound rude, but it comes out like this anyway.

His face falls, a subtle disappointment etched across his features, but he tries to hide it by taking a sip of his coffee. Instantly, a pang of guilt hits you.

“Look, I’m sorry, I just... I just don’t feel like going out.” With you.

“Well, you should at least try to make an effort, we should be seen together, you know?” he remarks, his tone slightly reproachful. You nod, realizing he must be also pressured by his family the same way yours pressures you.

“I understand. I assume they put pressure on you.”

He sighs. “Of course they do, but like I think it’s a good idea.”

“What’s a good idea?”

You know it’s Bucky not only by the way William stiffens, but you can also easily recognize his voice, and it’s hard to ignore how attractive you find it.

“To go out more often,” you quickly say, avoiding his eyes. “I told him he should have fun since work has been stressful.”

“What about you?” He casually drops on the chair between you two and takes a bite from his sandwich.

“What about her?” William asks, , his tension evident in his voice.

“Don’t you need some stress relief?”

“I’m alright.” You finally look properly at him as you speak. He’s wearing a white tank top and his disheveled hair adds to the casual allure. He’s so well-proportioned...

“Good.” He smiles and turns to William. “What’s wrong, punk?”

“Just work, you know? Business, you wouldn’t understand.”

You and Bucky snort.

“Sure, buddy, I wouldn’t understand.”

“Are you having siblings time? Should I leave?” you ask, hoping for a positive response.

“Babe, no need.”

You try not to cringe at the way the word babe sounds coming from him and force yourself to give him a polite smile.

“Please, babe, no problem.” You stand up waving, toward Bucky. “Bye.”

Their brotherly time didn’t last long, though. You take a short shower, and as you finish dressing up, you hear a knock on your door.

“You can come in.”

You expect to see William's face when the door cracks, but no, it's not him at all.

“Hi.”

You freeze.

“H-hi.”

Fuck, what will you tell him now?

“Trouble in paradise?”

“What? No. Uhm...” you look around. “What happened?”

“You sleep here, right?”

“Yep.”

He leans his back against the wall, and you can't help but notice how good he looks in those shorts. Jesus, it's like you haven't seen a man in your life.

“Interesting.” He laughs.

“What’s so funny?” You cross your arms, annoyed. He thinks he’s superior or what?

“You are telling me you two have been together for less than six months and you sleep here?”

The judgement and amusement in his voice piss you off even more, as if the situation you are in isn’t bad enough.

“Yes, and?”

“And?” Bucky comes suddenly closer to you. “Are you seriously asking that?”

“Yes! I don’t see what’s your fucking problem. How does where we sleep concern you?”

“Can’t a man be curious?”

Fuck your curiosity!

“What if we didn’t wanna sleep together now and wait... does that make us less of a couple?” You let out your anger by screaming at him. You don’t think you’ve said anything more ridiculous than that because, sure, you respect everyone who wants to wait, but that’s not you. There's no way you'd get engaged or marry a guy without knowing what your sex life would be like. No way!

“I didn’t say that, but I know my brother, and he is not this type of person.”

You let a deep breath, finding it hard to take your eyes off his lips.

“What if I am?”

He doesn't answer you, simply moving his right hand to his back pocket and taking out a small perfume, then handing it to you. "I think this belongs to you."

Shit!

“Yes, thank you!”

“So you slept in my bed.”

The way he says it makes it sound like you had sex with him or something. But it still leaves you breathless.

You take the perfume from his hand. “Don’t worry, I changed the sheets.”

“See you at dinner, love.” He snorts, turning a little more toward you before opening the door. “You got taste, though. It smells wonderful.”

Maybe it’s the hunger or the lack of sleep. Otherwise, why would this make you angry?

“You look very well.” You roll your eyes as you imitate him before taking a sip of your water. Fuck him for coming here and disturbing you. It was enough you see him every morning and after work.

You hear a knock, then the door opens as soon as you put your bottle down. He didn’t even wait.

“Hi, love. How are you?” A few heads turn toward him and then you, and you groan.

“I’m well, thanks. Why are you here?”

Bucky shakes his head. “This is not a nice welcome.” And then he notices everyone. “Hello.”

You hear a few ‘hi’s, but he only focuses on you.

“Who are you waiting for?” You ask, and your thoughts immediately dart to Dana. He complimented her earlier, after all.

“My dad.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine, keep it a secret. I don’t care.”

“I’m serious.” He snorts. “What has gotten you so worked up? Did you eat your chocolate bar today?”

You puff, trying to keep your annoyance under control. “What’s this question? Are you my mom?”

You can't lie, though. The fact that he noticed your daily chocolate bar ritual makes you happy. Today, however, you didn't have time.

“I can be your dad.”

That makes you gasp.

“Bucky!” you whisper, and he leans in. “We are working here.”

“And?”

“And go away, you disturb us.”

Bucky rolls his eyes and gets behind your back, dragging your chair away from the desk.

“Barnes!”

Jessica laughs behind you. “Such an older brother behavior.” she says casually, and you frown. You don’t want people to consider him your older brother. Well, it’s obvious why they do, but it still bothers you.

“I need you to come with me.”

You sigh. “Don’t you see I am busy?”

“Come onnn!”

You tell Jessica you’ll be right back and manage to take your phone with you before Bucky drags you by the arm to the hallway. Dana looks up, surprised, but this time he doesn’t even turn his head toward her, guiding you to his dad’s office. Dana looks up, surprised, but this time he doesn't even turn his head toward her, guiding you to his dad's office.

“You brought me here to be your babysitter? You are 38, not 8. I am sure you can wait patiently for your daddy.”

He closes the door, and you try to control your breathing. Why does he make you blush so much? It’s been one month since you two met, and he still has this power over you.

“You have a big sassy mouth, love, that is for sure.”

You cross your hands. “And?”

“And what?”

“You won’t even deny you brought me here cause you were bored?”

“Nope. Why would I?”

And there he is, getting closer to you little by little. You have to fight the urge to step back.

“Instead you talk about how big my mouth is...” you murmur and he snorts.

“Quite a big mouth for someone with thin lips.”

Well, that is a low blow. You don’t even have thin-thin lips.

“You’re an asshole.” You try to leave quickly, but he stops you instantly, realizing that made you mad.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way at all. You have a spark.”

“I am working. I do actually work, Bucky. It doesn’t matter this is my family’s company.” You try not to yell, but it’s hard. “I get you’re bored, but-”

“I am sorry.”

“For what?” You voice is a whisper, as you’re still trying to calm down. You’re surprised he apologized so fast.

“For being like a douche. It’s the opposite, I wanted your company because you are really nice and smart. I love our conversations. And you having a big mouth means to me you have an opinion and limits.” He takes your hand and squeezes it.

As he speaks, you can't help but feel a mixture of warmth and confusion. His sincerity catches you off guard, and the tension between you begins to shift. Maybe, just maybe, there's more beneath the surface of his teasing and provocation.

You nod. Maybe you overreacted, he never said anything offensive to you. And you appreciate his company in that house.

“It’s okay, I understand. I am surprised you are here, though.”

He doesn’t let go of you hand, so you don’t either.

“He said he has an offer for the office renovation.” He shrugs. “I cannot refuse without talking first. It wouldn’t be fair.”

You want to answer him, tease and maybe fish for more, but you hear the voices right outside the office and you let go of his hand immediately. As if it burned you, as if you were doing something forbidden.

William steps inside first, followed by his dad and your dad, surprisingly.

Bucky immediately gives you a look and takes a step back.

“You came!” His father welcomed him before turning to you. “Thanks for bringing him to my office.”

You realize this is your clue to go and you slowly walk to the door, intentionally ignoring your father. What shocks you is William grabbing your hand, the same hand Bucky touched before, and kissing your cheek.You realize this is your cue to go, and you slowly walk to the door, intentionally ignoring your father. What shocks you is William grabbing your hand, the same hand Bucky touched before, and then kissing your cheek.

“Thanks, babe.”

You have to clench both of your fists not to punch him in the face, refusing to answer him. You don’t know what bothers you more: the fact that he touched you so casually and called you babe again or that he did this shit in front of your families, and more important his brother.

You feel Bucky’s eyes all over your back and face and you can’t help but turn to look at him. He’s expressionless.

You shake your head. What did you expect?

You get back to your office a little grumpy and upset. Jessica immediately asks you if you’re okay, and you brush it off. Fuck your family, fuck Bucky, and fuck his brother.

But the meeting is surprisingly short since you have Bucky back at your desk fifteen minutes later.

You just can’t take a break, can you?

“What?”

“Shouldn’t you have lunch?” He looks around to emphasize his words, and you roll your eyes. You know everyone left but you.

“I have to finish a few tasks. Why?”

“Your boyfriend left the meeting halfway through cause he was hungry.”

You almost gag. You’ve never hated that word more in your life, but you can’t let him know that.

“And?”

“What do you mean and? Why are you not having lunch with him?”

“Because I have tasks to do!” You snap, irritate, while looking him in the eye. You obviously don’t want to talk about it, but he continues, seemingly unfazed.

“Is he gonna bring you some food?”

“No, we didn’t even talk about it. Can you leave me alone now?”

You are so close to crying for no fucking reason. You can’t let anyone see you like this.

“Prick! He should have waited for you.” He strokes his chin as he speaks, clearly annoyed with his brother. “Want to come with-”

“I’m fine. Had my chocolate bar.” You interrupt him, your voice steady despite the emotional storm within. Finally, he takes the hint.

“Okay, love, I understand. I’ll leave you alone. See you home.” He smiles politely and leaves, giving you the space you need.

Alone in your office, you let out a shaky breath, your hands covering your face as you start sobbing. It’s really touching how understanding Bucky is, even if he’s teasing you. It’s a precious reminder that, amidst the chaos, there's someone who actually cares about your well-being.

You wait for William to return from his lunch break, and as soon as you see him, you drag him to his office quickly

“Easy! It hurts.”

“Good, it’s supposed to hurt!”

“What did I do?” He genuinely asks.

“You fucking touched me. You kissed my cheek. Did I allow you?”

“What?” He raises his eyebrows. He doesn’t remember seeing you so angry before.

“I asked you when I gave you permission to put your hands on me!”

“I’m supposed to be your boy-”

“But you are not my fucking boyfriend! You don’t have the option to touch me unless I let you by telling you that you can. And you don’t even have to display a shitty facade because guess what? He doesn’t care.”

“Look, I didn’t mean to...”

“You didn’t mean to what? Get in my space? Take advantage of the situation?” The bitterness in your tone echoes your frustration. “You’re just a man, that’s what you do.”

“Not all-”

You laugh humorlessly, not even a little surprised. “Not all men, right? Well, I heard that one before. But you are officially in all-men category.”

You leave like a storm, letting the door open, and before you can get back to your desk, Dana calls your name.

“Hi, what happened?” You try to sound calm.

“You got a delivery and a note.” She hands them both to you and you can’t help but ask:

“A note?”

Who writes notes anymore?

“Yes.”

You take them from her desk, but you don’t enter your office. You want to read the note first, without Jessica’s eyes on you.

If you don’t eat, I’m gonna punish you... with my presence. So think twice before refusing :)

You almost cry again right there in the middle of the hallway. Fuck him! Just fuck him!

How are you supposed to stop thinking about him when he does this?

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holylulusworld · 4 months

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Every Breath You Take (2)

Summary: There is a shadow following you. He doesn’t know what he got himself into.

Pairing: Stalker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader, Bucky x Alpine (platonic)

Warnings: stalking, being stalked, loneliness, a man out of time, bitchy boss, secret admirer trope, voyeurism, violence, threats

A/N: We start slowly to get to know them and their backstory. In this part, we will get to know Y/N better.

A/N2: You all made me do it! Here’s the series to this random idea: Stalker Bucky & Crazy Reader

Catch up here: Every Breath You take (1)

Every Breath You Take Masterlist

Bucky smirks when the man raises his hands in surrender. He tried to be a good man, but he couldn’t let anyone hurt you. This man threatened to fire you and called you a dumb bimbo.

“What have I done to you?” Your boss begs while facing a beyond angry super-soldier. “Who are you? What do you want?”

Bucky tilts his head and smirks behind his stocking mask. “You know what you did.” He growls and points the tip of his knife at the man’s chest. “The question is, do you regret your sins?”

“Sins?” He nervously shifts from one foot to the other. Your boss glances around his office, wondering if he can make it past his attacker and through the door. “I don’t know what you are talking about! Do you want money? I can pay you.”

“Money?” Bucky snorts. “People like you believe they get away with everything only because they are wealthy. I won’t let you get away with your sins. If you ever hurt her again, I’ll cut you open.”

Your boss is shaking in fear. His legs are about to give when Bucky wraps his metal hand around your boss’s throat.

Bucky slams him into the wall and leans closer to inhale the fear waving off your boss’s body deeply. He presses the tip of his favorite knife into your boss’s chest, a warning to not mess with him.

“If you ever even look at her the wrong way, I’ll come back and finish what I started today,” Bucky whispers in your boss’s ear. “Y/N Y/L/N is off limits. You hurt her, I hurt you. You yell at her; I’ll make your ears bleed. You touch her…well you don’t want to know what happens if you ever put your hands on my girl.”

“Y/N?” Your boss splutters. “She … I didn’t … it was …a misunderstanding. I was stressed and maybe I lost my countenance…I’m sorry. It will never happen again.”

“Good.”

Bucky drops his hand from your boss’s throat. He steps away and looks at the man messing with you up and down. “Don’t make me come back.”

“I won’t,” your boss sniffs. He tugs at his now wet pants, ashamed that Bucky scared him so much that he wet himself.

“If you tell her about tonight, you will die. Y/N can never know,” Bucky points his knife at your boss. “This is your first and final warning.”

Before your boss can reply, Bucky is gone. Like a shadow, or a nightmare you wake from. Your boss sinks to his knees and starts to cry.

“Morning,” you chirp as you walk inside the building. You greet the receptionist and smile as they wave back. “How are you today, Rodney?”

Rodney and you fall into an easy conversation. You giggle at something he said but freeze when your boss walks toward you and Rodney. He looks a little pale this morning and you wonder if he’s sick.

“Good morning,” your boss nods at you and forces a smile on his face. He clears his throat and drops his gaze. “I wanted to apologize for my behavior over the last weeks. I was stressed, but this is no excuse for what I said.”

“Oh, I—” You’re taken aback by your boss's sudden change in demeanor. What has gotten into him? This is so unlike him, and you wonder what caused his behavioral changes. “I…I should head to my desk. Have a good day.”

“You accept my apologies, right?” He wrings his hands and pleadingly looks at you. Maybe someone reported him to HR, and he is trying to make amends now. “Please, I need to hear it.”

“We all make mistakes sometimes,” you hastily reply. “I accept your apologies, Sir. It was very nice of you to admit your mistake. Again, have a good day.”

You walk away to start the day. There is no time to analyze your boss’s behavior. Whatever made him change, it must’ve been traumatic. He looked scared when he looked at you.

Bucky smiles. “She looks happier today, Alpine,” he explains to his cat. “I think her boss got the message and apologized. Good for him. I’d hate to pay him another visit and to bring more knives.”

Alpine looks up at his owner and meows loudly. “I know,” Bucky sighs and pats the cat’s head. “I didn’t like hurting that man. Though, it had to be done. He would’ve hurt our girl again. I had to stop him.”

While you snuggle into your favorite blanket and switch the TV on, Bucky leans back in his armchair and sighs happily. The cameras he installed in your home make things so much easier for him.

He can watch you in every room via the monitors hanging on his walls. Well, in almost every room. James Buchanan Barnes is not a creep. He didn’t install a camera in your bathroom.

“Do you think we should send her some flowers?” He wonders. “Or is it too soon?” Bucky rubs his chin. “No. Flowers are nice. She’ll be over the moon knowing that there is someone out there, admiring her beauty and grace.”

Alpine stretches and purrs. He presses his paws into Bucky’s thighs before lying back down. “Food was good, huh?” Bucky looks down at his cat. The white furball purrs loudly. “Your belly is full, and now we can watch our girl.”

You yawn. It’s getting late, but you are too tired to get up from the sofa. Rolling to your side you decide to sleep on your couch.

Your eyes flutter shut, and you snuggle into your favorite pillow. Sleep consumes you soon after, and you dream of a more interesting life than the one you are living at the moment.

The annoying sound of your alarm wakes you from your dream. You blink your eyes open and sigh. Just one more day and then it’s weekend.

As you sit up on your bed you frown. Last night you fell asleep on your couch. You’re sure you didn’t get up and walk inside your bedroom.

But here you are, tugged in bed and there is even a glass of water on your nightstand. You usually forget to put a glass on the nightstand, and you didn’t set the alarm last night either.

How can this be? Did you sleepwalk? Maybe you were so tired you forgot that you went to bed last night.

You shrug. It’s time to get up and start a new day. There is no time to waste to find out how you got into your bed last night…

Part 3

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fatecantstopme · 2 years

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The Wink

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky reveals how he really feels about you through a series of winks and an answer to a question you never wanted to ask.

Warnings: SMUT, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V). Aftercare. Small bits of fluff. Slight body issues (Bucky hates his scars). Feelings about being used for sex. Use of pet names.

"You're an idiot," you said with a laugh.

"Maybe, but this was entirely your idea."

You smacked his arm and rolled your eyes. "It was your idea, James."

He cocked his head to the side as if he was deciding if he agreed with you or not. He took another swig of his beer and shrugged. "It's possible that you're right." He held up a dart and shook it in front of you. "So you gonna take the bet or not?"

You grabbed the dart from his hand and grinned. "You're still an idiot." You threw the dart and it hit the board with expert precision. "Are you sure you wanna take the bet?" you teased.

Hr grinned and stepped forward, throwing his own dart at the board. It was an instant bullseye. "Oh doll, I'm gonna win this one." He winked as he teased you.

You groaned, knowing you were probably going to regret this later. You threw the dart again, aim pretty good, but certainly not a bullseye. "Shit."

Bucky threw his bullseye a second time. He turned to look at you, shooting you a wink as he grabbed his drink. "Your turn, doll."

"You can't win, Barnes."

"I'm pretty sure the game is mine, sweets."

You bit your lip and turned to face the board again. You knew that losing wasn't an option. You took a deep breath and threw your last dart, sinking it right in the bullseye. "Yes!!"

Bucky smiled and threw his last dart. "Ooo, bullseye number three, doll. Looks like I win." He winked at you again before setting his drink down and leaning closer to you. "So now you have to answer my question."

"What was your question again?" you asked in a light tone, trying to give yourself more time to formulate a better answer.

"If you could only save one person's life on the team, who would you choose?"

It was the question you never wanted to think about, let alone answer. If it came down to it, who would you pick? Whose life did you value more? Could you even pick between your teammates--your friends? Hell, every single one of them was more like family...how could you pick one family member to save?

The problem is, you knew your answer. You knew it from the moment Bucky had first asked the question 20 minutes prior. You'd refused to answer, thinking he would just let it go, but you should have known better. Instead, he made a wager...putting the answer to his question on a game darts. A game you had lost.

You could answer him honestly, but that terrified you beyond belief. You could lie to him instead, but that had its own risks. It was a rock and a hard place scenario and he knew he had you.

"I can't choose, Buck," you complained.

"It's hypothetical!"

"I know, but I love all of you. How could I possibly choose?"

"I chose," he said simply.

Your mind wandered back to a mission from three weeks before. The mission where Bucky had saved your life...

The room suddenly lit up, the muzzle of a gun flashing brightly as a bullet shot from it. The gun was pointed at you and you knew you were about to die. You could practically feel the end racing towards you at the speed of a bullet. You closed your eyes, bracing yourself for the pain, but it never came. Your eyes opened to a scene you'd never imagined seeing.

Bucky stood in front of you, his gun firing off a round as he dropped to his knees. His bullet hit his target, killing the Hydra agent instantly. When Bucky hit the ground, you hit it with him, coming to his front to assess the damage.

"Bucky!" your eyes scanned his body, panic settling into your chest. He was bleeding, but he looked alright.

"I'm fine, doll. It's just a shoulder wound."

"Why'd you do that? Why'd you jump in front of me?"

"Because you wouldn't have survived it. And I couldn't live with that," he said softly.

He wasn't wrong. That bullet would have killed you. While it only pierced his shoulder, it would have hit you directly in the head, killing you instantly.

"Thank you," you whispered.

"Anything for you, doll," he said with a wink.

Back in the present, you shook your head, clearing the memories from your mind. "That's not the same, Buck. I'd die for any one of you. That's much different than picking which one of you to save."

He shook his head. "You didn't see the whole thing. I didn't just save your life, I chose yours over Sam's."

You froze, trying to picture the moments before the gun went off, but the room had been so dark...you hadn't even seen Sam. "Sam's fine, though."

"Sam was fighting another Hydra agent when that one squared up with you. I saw him raise the gun at the same moment I saw Sam get pulled into a choke hold with a knife to his throat. I chose to save you."

You were silent, allowing his words to sink in. "I--I didn't know that. Sam never said anything."

"Sam got away moments later, so he never had a reason to bring it up."

"You just acted on instinct though."

"Perhaps, but I knew I would save you if it came down to it. I'd always choose you." He smiled and shot you another wink. It was the third one this evening alone and you were starting to wonder if they meant more than you'd originally thought.

Bucky was always winking at you. Sometimes jokingly, sometimes in a flirtatious manner, and sometimes even in a serious moment. They always made your heart flutter, but you didn't think they meant anything to him. Bucky was flirty, but he'd never made a move, so you assumed he wasn't interested.

"You still haven't answered my question, doll, and you do owe me an answer."

You took a deep breath and sighed. "Fine. I'd pick you, alright?" you said with a huff.

He looked surprised, but unconvinced. "Why? Because I picked you?"

You groaned, deciding to lay your cards out on the table, come what may. "No you idiot. Your stupid face popped into my head the moment you asked me the question, okay? I knew I'd pick you."

"Then why didn't you answer it the first time?"

"Because!"

"That's not an answer."

"Ugh!" You sighed again. "I didn't say it because I didn't want to explain why it was you."

Bucky looked at you strangely. "You're not gonna make me ask, are you?"

"Damnit, James," you groaned. "I can't live without you, okay? There's no world worth being in if you're not in it."

You couldn't believe you'd just said that out loud, but here you were, heart laid bare, in the awkwardly quiet compound game room.

Bucky didn't say a word, but he wasn't speechless. He was simply contemplating his next move, weighing the consequences of his actions before he made them.

After a few more painfully silent moments, he grumbled "Fuck it," before crossing the short distance between you two and pressing his lips to yours in a frantic, yet passionate kiss.

You were surprised by the suddenness of his actions, but you melted into him without a second thought. The kiss was infinitely better than you had imagined, and you had done quite a lot of imagining.

When Bucky's lips left yours, you whined slightly, wanting nothing more than for him to kiss you again.

"Sorry, doll. I've wanted to do that for ages."

"Well what you took you so long?" you asked.

He raised his eyebrows. "I wasn't sure you wanted me to. You never said anything either, you know. At least I dropped hints."

You rolled your eyes. "Can you please just kiss me again?"

He grinned and leaned back into you, mouth encompassing yours instantly. He loved the taste of your lips, the feeling of your tongue fighting against his, the way you gripped his arms like you were terrified he was going to disappear.

Bucky pulled away once more, the action almost painful. "Should we move this to my room? Anyone could see us here."

"Bit presumptuous of you, James," you teased.

He started to back peddle, a look of panic crossing his features. "Oh, I--uh--I didn't mean--"

You laughed. "I was teasing you, handsome. I'd love to move this elsewhere."

He relaxed, exhaling long and slow. "Thank god." He grabbed your hand and practically dragged you towards the elevator. "Come on."

"Buck, my legs are a lot shorter than yours, so can you slow down a little?" you asked as you jogged after him.

"Sorry, sweets." He turned towards you and scooped you up with ease before continuing to the elevator.

"What are you doing?"

"It's faster if I just carry you."

"Are we in a rush?"

He gave you an unreadable look. "Let's just say I've wanted you for so long that I actually might not be able to contain myself for much longer."

You smirked. "So you're gonna take me right here in this elevator?"

His eyes darkened. "Don't tempt me, baby, because I will."

You blushed. "I wouldn't say no..."

He looked like he was considering it for a moment before shaking his head to clear his dirty mind. "No, no. Our first time needs to be in a bed, where I can attend to your every need, not some dirty elevator."

You'd be lying if you said that the idea of him attending to your every need wasn't sexy as hell. The image of him on his knees for you sent a wave of pleasure straight to your core.

Bucky inhaled deeply and a low growl escaped his throat. "Fuck, you smell good."

You gasped, realizing he could actually smell your arousal...freaking super soldier senses.

The elevator door finally opened and Bucky practically ran towards his room. He pushed his door open and kicked it closed behind him before tossing you on the bed. He stepped away from you and took a few deep breaths.

"Bucky? You okay?" you asked in concern.

"I just need a minute, doll. Need to control myself."

"Why? I'm not afraid of you."

"You should be and you know it," he growled. "I could hurt you and I might if I lose control."

You crawled across the bed towards him, hand reaching out to him. "You're not going to hurt me, Buck. Just come here...please..."

His eyes met yours and you were taken aback by how dark they were. The normally bright blue irises were almost entirely hidden by his pupils, an almost feral look in them. It was an expression that might terrify a lesser woman, but you trusted Bucky with your life. That wasn't going to stop in the bedroom.

"Come here, baby," you whispered gently.

He let you take his arm and pull him towards the bed. He stopped when his legs touched the edge of the mattress. "I wanna be gentle with you, doll. Treat you right."

You cocked your head to the side as you took him in. "While I love that sentiment, Bucky, I don't need that. I need you and I'll take you in whatever form you come."

He groaned. "You're amazing."

You grinned. "Oh baby, you ain't seen nothing yet." You shot him a wink to emphasize your statement and he practically jumped on top of you, earning a squeal of delight from you.

He pinned you to the bed and started kissing you again as his hands began to undress you. His hands were fumbling with your shirt and he groaned in frustration before simply ripping it in two.

"Bucky!"

"I'm sorry, I'll buy you three to replace it," he mumbled, reattaching his lips to your skin.

He quickly rid you of your pants, leaving you in nothing but your underwear and a bralette that was arguably a little small for your chest.

Bucky sat back to take you in, eyes hungrily dancing across your body. He tapped the fabric between your breasts, "Is this expensive?"

You shook your head. "I have a couple more like it."

"Good," he said as he pulled a knife from his pants and slid it under the fabric, cutting the bralette in two. He cut the straps and tossed the ruined fabric onto the floor along with his blade.

You stared at him in a shocked silence, wetness seeping into your underwear. "That was hot as hell."

He grinned and inhaled deeply. "I can tell you liked it, pretty girl."

He grabbed your underwear and tugged them harshly down your legs. "Holy shit," he murmured, sliding a finger between your folds to collect your juices. "This all for me?"

"All for you, Bucky."

He licked his finger and groaned loudly. "Fuck, baby, you taste even better than I imagined."

He dropped to his stomach between your thighs, spreading your legs as wide as he could. He didn't bother to tease you, just dove right in, devouring you with a kind of hunger you'd never experienced.

You were a moaning mess in minutes, begging him not to stop, a plea he took to heart. When your orgasm hit, he worked you through it, never stopping to even take a breath.

You tugged on his hair and whimpered, but he kept going, needing to taste you for a little while longer. He wanted to feel you explode on his tongue again and again and again until you couldn't take it anymore.

"Bucky--I'm so close, please," you gasped.

He dug his fingers into your hips and kept your pussy tight to his face, not letting you squirm away.

Moments later you came with a cry of his name, waves of pleasure making your hips buck against his face. He worked you through it, only stopping when you begged him to give you a break.

He lifted his head, giving you a view of his slick covered beard. "I could eat that pretty pussy all day long, baby." He licked his lips. "Tastes so damn good."

You whimpered softly and reached for him, wanting to kiss him again. He wiped his face on his shirt before tugging it off over his head and lowering his body back down to yours. You held him close as you kissed him, fingers lightly tracing the scars on his left shoulder.

You felt his body stiffen under your hands and you pulled away to look at him. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," he murmured.

"Hey," you said softly, grabbing his chin to force him to look at you. "Talk to me."

He sighed heavily. "I'm just not used to anyone touching my scars."

"Oh," you said in surprise, pulling your hand away from him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Shit--no, that's not what I meant. Most women tend to avoid them. I know they're not pretty to look at."

"I think they're beautiful."

He looked at you as if you were insane.

"I'm serious, Bucky. Each one tells a unique story of your life. They're a part of you and that makes them beautiful to me."

His eyes softened and you could have sworn you saw the ghost of a tear slide down his cheek. "I don't deserve you," he whispered.

"Oh hush. That's not for you to decide." You hooked your leg around his hips and flipped him over with surprising ease. "If we had more time, I'd kiss every single one of your scars until you believed me, but we don't."

His eyes widened. "Are we in a rush, baby?" he teased, echoing your earlier statement.

You grinned. "If I don't get your cock in me soon, I may never recover."

"We can't let that happen, so we better get to it."

He helped you remove his pants, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. His bulge was massive and your mouth was watering in anticipation. You gripped the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down slowly, allowing his cock to spring free.

You inhaled sharply as you took in the massive erection before you, a slight panic settling into your bones at the thought of having something that large inside of you.

As if he sensed your panic, Bucky chuckled lightly and said, "Don't worry, baby. It'll fit."

"I don't think so."

He grinned. "We'll make it fit."

You looked up at him with what you hoped was a neutral expression. Concern immediately clouded his face, so you knew you'd failed miserably.

"Hey doll, it's okay. I'll go nice and slow, alright? I'll be gentle."

You nodded and took a deep breath. You positioned yourself directly above his painfully erect cock and began to lower yourself down very slowly.

Bucky gripped your hips tightly, making sure to guide you as slowly as he could manage. You both moaned as he began to enter you, the stretch causing you to dig your nails into his chest.

"I've got you," he whispered.

You tried to lower yourself further, but Bucky's grip on your hips kept you from moving. He meant it when he said he wanted to be as gentle as possible.

"I can take it, Buck. Let me try," you murmured.

He looked at you and nodded slowly, not looking entirely convinced, but he loosened his grip on your hips, allowing you to take control.

You took a deep breath, deciding to handle this like removing a band-aid--just get it over with. You sat down on top of him, sheathing his entire cock within your tight walls.

You cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, body stretched in ways it had never been stretched before.

Bucky groaned loudly, almost covering your cry. He looked at you with wide eyes, checking to see if you were okay.

Your body was acclimating to his size and you were becoming desperate the longer he remained still. "Please, Bucky," you whimpered.

"What do you need, baby?"

"I need you to fuck me--please."

He gripped your hips again and started to move slowly, letting you match his pace.

"I'm not made of glass," you grumbled.

He looked up at you in surprise. "What?"

"You're not going to break me, Bucky. I want you to fuck me until I can't walk, understand?"

He nodded rapidly, eyes darkening once more. "Are you sure?"

"Fuck. Me. Now." you demanded.

He wasn't going to deny you such a request. He shifted his body, planted his feet on the bed, and began to piston up into you with speed and force.

"Fuck!" you gasped, the pleasure slamming into you like a freight train.

"You're so tight, doll. Feels so good wrapped around my cock."

Bucky was giving you exactly what you'd asked for and you loved it. The tip of his cock brushed your cervix with every thrust, the whisper of pain only adding to your enjoyment.

"Squeezing me so tight, baby. You gonna cum for me? Gonna make a mess on my cock?"

You whimpered and nodded rapidly, your third orgasm of the night creeping up on you. "Feels so good, Buck."

"I know, baby. It's like heaven--could stay here forever."

Your fingernails were digging crescent shapes into his chest as you clung to him, unable to do anything more than moan and gasp his name. "Please," you whimpered.

He knew exactly what you were asking for, so he didn't slow down or alter his movements. He continued to pound into you until you came with a cry of his name, pussy pulsating around his cock.

"Fuck!" he gasped. "Fuck--baby--shit, you've gotta stop that or I'm not gonna last."

"Can't help it," you mumbled. "Feels so good."

"I know pretty girl." He pulled you down to his chest and held on tightly as he flipped you onto your back, allowing him to get a better angle.

By this stage, your body was hyper-sensitive and you could feel every single movement he made.

His hips began to move again and his fingers caressed every part of you he could reach. He pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers as he fucked you. "Can you give me one more, sweets?"

Your eyes widened and you shook your head.

"You sure, doll? I think my pussy can do it." He changed his angle, giving him the ability to hit your g-spot with each thrust, as if to punctuate his sentence.

You moaned loudly and clenched tightly around him, eliciting a groan from his lips.

"I think she can give me one more, baby. My pussy--treating me so good--gonna make sure she feels good too."

You moaned again, nails clawing at his back as he fucked you.

"Yeah? You like that, huh?" he groaned into your ear. "Who's pussy is this, baby?"

"You--yours," you gasped out.

"That's right, doll. It's mine."

He knew you were getting close, so he slid his left hand down between your bodies, using his finger to gently massage your clit.

"Bucky!" you gasped.

"You gonna cum for me again, sweets?"

"So close," you whispered.

"I know, doll."

Three more thrusts and you were falling into an ocean of pleasure, wave after wave crashing into you. You were barely aware of Bucky chasing his own high, the crest of your pleasure blinding you to anything else.

Bucky came with a low groan of your name, spilling his seed deep within you. When he was spent, he collapsed on top of you, body shaking slightly from the intensity of his orgasm.

You laid like that for several minutes before Bucky finally shifted, rolling off of you and leaving you cold and empty. You reached for him almost instinctively, but he wasn't beside you.

You whimpered softly, looking around the room for him. He appeared from the bathroom holding a washcloth, a look of concern on his face.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"I didn't know where you went," you whispered sheepishly.

He looked sad. "Just wanted to get a nice warm washcloth to clean you up with, doll."

"Oh."

He very gently began to clean you up, hands surprisingly soft. "I've got you, doll. I'm here."

You felt kind of foolish...you were simply used to be treated differently by men. You'd always been the girl they'd fuck and leave, none of them ever stayed long enough to even make sure you'd cum, let alone clean you up after. It was wrong of you to assume that Bucky was the same.

When he was done, he tossed the washcloth to the floor and crawled back into the bed, pulling you into his chest. "Wanna tell me what's wrong, sweets?"

"I'm--I'm just not used to aftercare, that's all. I...I thought you left."

"It's my room," he teased softly, laying a kiss on top of your head. "Besides, I'd much rather hold you after sex than lay in an empty bed."

You looked up at him, taking in his disheveled appearance and eyes so full of love it almost hurt to look at them. "Thank you, Bucky."

His brow furrowed. "For what?"

"For being you," you said simply, placing a soft kiss to the scar on his right shoulder, the one he got from saving your life.

"Anything for you, doll. Anything for you."

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 6 months

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Hiii not sure if this is okay with you, or completely pathetic in anyway (let me know if it is)… BUT it’s my birthday today and no one wished me a happy birthday :/ it’s almost 10pm at night.

If you were up for it could you write maybe a little blurb of Bucky saying happy birthday and making me feel bit better?

I live for your posts, you are seriously talented af, never stop 💕💕💕🥹 even if you can’t write it, I’ll still spend the last few hrs of my bday reading through your stuff.

Happy Birthday » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Bucky wishes his best girl a happy birthday.

Warnings: Fluff, language, Bucky being the best boyfriend ever, hugs and kisses, cuddling, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this. Also, I’m sorry no one wished you a happy birthday, but you’re getting one from me and Bucky🩵

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

Bucky laid next to you with his head propped up on his hand, smiling at how cute you look when you sleep. He gently moved a piece of your hair from your face, his metal thumb gently rubbing across your cheek. You stirred awake, feeling the cool metal on your cheek. You opened your eyes to see your boyfriend smiling at you. You gave him a smile back.

“Good morning, doll.” Bucky says softly.

“Good morning, Bucky.” You say.

Bucky’s metal hand gently cupped your cheek. He leaned down and kissed you passionately, making you smile against his lips.

“Happy Birthday, babydoll.” He says against your lips.

“Thank you, baby.” You smiled, kissing him again.

You moved closer to him, laying your head on his chest and played with his dog tags. Bucky protectively wrapped his arms around you, his metal hand rubbing your back.

“Can we stay in bed and cuddle all day?” You asked.

“We could, but we’ll miss what I have planned for you today.” Bucky says.

“Is it for my birthday?” You asked curiously, looking up at him.

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, doll face.” He kisses the tip of your nose, making you giggle. “We can cuddle for a little bit.” He says.

You playfully pouted at him. Bucky couldn’t help but kiss you.

“I love you, Buck.” You say against his lips.

“I love you too, doll.” Bucky says softly.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

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moonpascal · 3 months

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what you over here being messy for?

summary: sam misinterprets a text on your phone w: 1.5k pairing: bucky barnes x platonic fem!reader, ben barnes x reader (mentioned) warnings: miscommunication?, probably ooc, migraines, medicine/drug mentioned, fluff, sams nosy ass, pov switches?idk still new to this a/n: very self indulgent and written very fast so possible errors. posting before i second guess myself.

“Sam can you grab my phone from the kitchen, I forgot it but don’t have time myself to get it.” You sighed rubbing the throbbing migraine that’s arrived from this stressful day. One thing after another, paperwork, HR, and planning the upcoming mission.

“Ooh you have a day tonight?” Sam snaps you out of the daze you're in and give him a questioning look. He slides your phone across the table and the screen lights up from the two-minute warning text

BB🤍 ‘Can’t wait for tonight love’

An unconscious smile creeps onto your face, that Sam mimics, getting giddy as you type away. Forgetting he’s even there for a split second. When he clears his throat, you glance up and slightly cough hiding the smile. “Right yeah I’m excited, but stop reading my messages. I don’t even know how you got access to read my messages,” teasing him, not that it’s a big deal he’s seen it. He smiles before rushing out of the conference room, almost tripping on air.

Gathering the files making sure each one is the exact same, then placing each one in their designated spot on the table. Glancing at the time, five minutes till the minutes and four hours till date night. You can do this just gotta make it a few more hours you thought.

——————

Sam nearly felt like Pietro with how fast he ran to find Bucky. Having to congratulate him in person, then punch him for not telling him sooner. Skidding around the corner weaving passed other agents, before he spots Bucky coming out of the elevator.

“You shithead I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Sam shoved Bucky's arm, who only gave him a puzzling look.

“What are you on about this time? It’s too early for this” Buck walked past Sam knowing he’ll follow as they all had a briefing in less than a few minutes.

Sam huffed, “ear- it’s 12:55, don’t change the subject. You finally ask Boss lady out and didn’t tell me!”

Halting to a stop, Bucky quirks his eyebrow. “Why on earth do you think that?” Buck knows you're in a relationship and two, he doesn’t see you in that aspect, even if everyone thinks he does. It’s honestly a run on joke between you two at this point.

“Don’t act coy, I've seen her text message from none other than “BB” who else would that be?”

Bucky chuckles understanding where he got that idea. Deciding to mess with Sam, Barnes just smirks and shrugs, walking passed him into the briefing room. Sam can’t another word in as everyone is there and ready to start.

———

The whole time you're discussing the plan for the next mission, everyone seems to be giving you smirks or subtle nods. When you face away from them focusing on breach points and surveillance systems, they shift their attention to Bucky giving him the same looks.

If it was any other day Barnes would’ve rolled his eyes and not entertained them in the slightest. But knowing Sam sent a mass text to the team he knew exactly what those look were, and decided to enjoy it before he makes them feel stupid for listening to Sam.

“The jet we’ll leave in 2300 hours, meeting adjourned” You turn the screen off and start gathering the mess you created. Slouching in the chair burrow your head in your hands. The lights seem to be the brightest today and every little noise is at max decibel. Honestly feels like a hangover. A gentle hand to your shoulder shook you out of your daze. Wincing at the movement you look up and James towers over you.

“Anything I can help with?” He whispers crouching down to get a better look. He could instantly tell when you get these, especially so often.

“Maybe Tylenol? I’ve had food and tons of water. I don’t know why I keep getting these” Groaning as the left of your eye starts throbbing now.

“It’s because of all the overthinking and stress you put on yourself”

Looking up at him just to glare knowing he’s right. “Lead the way, I need the drugs.”

James grabs your items before you get the chance, giving you a knowing look not to argue. As if you were in the mood to argue. Just get the medicine and work through the next two and half hours. Should be as right as rain for tonight. The mantra repeated as you let James guide you, ignoring everyone passing by. If you were paying attention, you would’ve noticed the winks and smirks thrown your way.

What felt like a journey, you were finally at the in house pharmacy -courtesy of Tony, go figure- and James handed you the two Tylenol with their little paper cups. Whispering a quiet thanks, downing it in seconds.

“Hopefully your headache goes away, wouldn’t want you to be miserable on your date,” the pharmacist smiles at you.

Scrunching your eyebrows for a second, “huh? Oh, right yeah of course thanks” giving a tight smile to her before starting the trek back to your office.

“I swear Sam has the loudest mouth, James I love him but nothing is secret with him around”

Buck put the files on the corner of your desk, chuckling as you rant, saying this was the exact reason she wasn’t telling anyone about Ben.

“It was bound to happen doll,” he dims the light in the office as you situate yourself grumbling in agreement. “Let me know when you’re gonna head out today, I’ll walk you.”

“Thank James I appreciate it.” giving the best smile you can manage before going back to the emails piling by the minute. Feels like Jim Carrey in that one movie answering all the never ending emails.

As time passed the migraine was slowly diminishing, your phone didn’t get the same treatment. A text coming in every few minutes.

Tones: Have fun on your date with Barnes

Nat: Can’t believe you tell me about your date

Wanda: knew it! It was about time

And many more along the same lines. Knowing word spread faster than captain rogers blushing at an innuendo, you couldn’t complain that the cat was finally out of the bag. Glimpsing at the time, smiling that it’s time to head out. Signing out of your computer and shooting James a quick text that you’re done.

Heading towards the common room, it seems like the whole team was there. “Bye guys have a good night, see some of you after the mission!”

James enters the room before anyone can bid you farewell and their smiles get bigger as mine did. “Ready to go doll?”

“Enjoy your date you guys!” Tony teases, earning a slap from Pepper.

Curiously looking at James, “You have a date? And you didn’t tell me? Who did you ask?” Feigning a hurt look.

“Apparently it’s you boss lady,” he smiles wrapping his arm around you and squeezing your shoulder.

“What?” beyond confused and not the only one as everyone has an unreadable look.

“Wait, you're not going on a date with Bucky? But your text said “can’t wait for tonight” sent by BB! Bucky Barnes!” Sam all but exasperated.

James and you share a look before bursting into tears. Wiping them away before catching your breath. “That was from my boyfriend, Ben Barnes.”

“Boyfriend!! Since when? And why the hell would his name be his initials in your phone?” Nat added.

“A few months now and I don’t know that just how I put it in when we first started talking. I haven’t had time to change it.” Shrugging as if you didn’t drop a bomb on them.

“I’m hurt for one, you didn’t tell us and two that it’s not with this Barnes!” Tony huffed, crossing his arms frustrated he didn’t figure this out sooner. All the technology in the world and this slipped away from him.

“You guys are ridiculous, James and I are friends and if Sam was good as snooping he would've known I don’t call him Bucky ever.” Shoving your phone in Sam’s face, showing ‘James 🧸’ contact in your phone.

“Well he never corrected me, what was I supposed to think!” Sam throws himself on the couch murmuring how his day is ruined.

“Because I knew you’d look like an idiot after telling everyone,” Bucky sassed feeling proud of himself, mentally adding a tally mark to his Sam vs Bucky board. Sam flips him off before leaving the room, probably figuring out a way to get him back.

Turning back to everyone else waiting for the interrogation to start but no one pipes up surprisingly.

“I’ll tell you guys everything you want to know this weekend. Just didn’t want to jinx it, you know.” They all sighed and agreed knowing how the dating world is nowadays.

“Can’t believe you went and found a different Barnes when I’m when right here doll,” James smirks nudging your shoulder

“Yeah because that was funny the first time you told me”

let me know what you thought! reblogs and comments are appreciated! <3

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extremelyblackandwhite · 1 year

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pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)

summary: bucky and y/n decide what is and isn’t a boundary.

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Bucky thought that after becoming a father he’d magically turn into a responsible adult. One of those adults in every single movie, every single TV show, that somehow has their shit together and always has wise words to offer the young generation. That’s what’s supposed to happen, right? He was supposed to play his playboy days behind him and step into the father role armed with dad jokes and infinite wisdom - instead, he was lusting after the woman he hired to take care of his daughter. It was almost comical, straight out of a gossip magazine, the dad wanting to sleep with the babysitter. He’d never thought of her that way. At least he was sure he’d never thought of her that way. Sure she was beautiful, that had never gone lost on him, but she was his employee and as an employer he had certain guidelines he had to follow. He was certain if the HR lady was here she’d be lecturing him on how he should stop staring at Y/N’s breasts through the thick sweater she was now wearing. How come the sweater was getting him as riled up as the see through T-shirt? It was if she was tempting him, looking all domestic, holding his child by her hip while finishing supper. The universe was tempting him.

All his mind could focus on was that memory of her, soaking yet standing in front of him. Nothing had been hidden from him, from the shape of her supple breasts to the colour of her underwear. It made him want to take her to his bed, peel the pesky garments off and feel her skin against his. Just the mere thought of it had his blood boil and his trousers fell suddenly tighter. He needed to get out of here, he needed to get out of here before she noticed anything.

- I’m gonna go. - he spoke out before his brain could compute his words. All he knew for sure is he needed to get away from her, get away from the thought of her body flush against his, or how her lips would feel against his skin.

- Are you gonna be back soon? - even her voice was tempting. When did she become a temptress? - Sergeant Barnes?

- I don’t know.

He closed the door a bit more harshly than he should but this was a condition he didn’t want her seeing him in. He also certainly didn’t want his daughter to further question him on why his heart was beating faster or why he was red. He needed to get away from it all. He needed to have sex, that’s what he needed to do. Honestly, he couldn’t recall the last time he’d actually had sex. If he wasn’t busy at work, he was at home spending time with Sadie. That had to be it, he was having this thoughts about his au pair because he was horny. That was it. At least that’s what he convinced himself as he walked into a bar.

He knew he should feel guilty, or at least he should feel some slight shame for what he was about to do. However, it wasn’t as if Bucky ever lied to any of the women he slept with. They knew what this was - a one night stand in an expensive hotel room. He made it clear from the start and today that’s just what he needed.

That’s how he found himself in a hotel in central New York, deep inside the woman whose red dress had caught his attention the moment he stepped into the bar. This was just what he needed. Looking at her face, he studied her features, noticing just the way her hair fell, her cheeks flushed as he continued to pound into her. Her moans were music to his ears, the more she moaned, the more his grip grew on her hips, chasing his own high. He knew he should help her finish, he really did but he just needed to get off, he needed to get this sexual frustrations off. It made him sick to his stomach when he considered that deep down he was using this woman for his own benefit, but he reckoned she was getting something out of it too.

He looked back at his girl’s face and perhaps it was a mix of alcohol or maybe he lack of sleep but her face started morphing into someone else ... the someone else. He should’ve been ashamed, imagining his daughter’s au pair in place of someone else but once it was in his mind, he couldn’t stop anymore. His pace grew faster as his grip tighter as he pictured her, writing and moaning under him until he came undone.

(...)

The morning came like a bad alarm. The girl was long gone and perhaps it was for the best as he was certain that at some point he must’ve moaned out Y/N’s name. She probably thought he was pathetic and maybe he was as he couldn’t even remember what that woman’s name was. He rubbed his face off sleep, he needed to get back to his daughter and based on the amount of calls he had from Y/N, he reckoned she was about to finish writing all her essay about how disappointed she was in him. He dreaded walking past that door, he just knew Y/N was gonna berate him for not telling Sadie goodnight or sit through another three hours of Bluey.

- Sergeant Barnes. - he heard her voice before he saw her and he wished he hadn’t seen her in that moment. She walked in wearing a white dress, carrying Sadie against her hip. - I’m gonna be late. I’ve fed Sadie and we’ve gone through bath time. I need to go.

- Where are you going? - where are you going looking like that? The dress was light, flowing around at any and every movement and hugging her breasts in a way which made him wonder if she had it made specifically for her.

- I asked for the day off remember? - she handed him Sadie who was busy paying attention to the tablet. - I’ll be back either tonight or tomorrow.

He found his words stuck in his throat but before they could actually say anything, she was already out the door. That had to be a date, that was a date outfit. That was a trying to impress a guy outfit and he didn’t know why he was so bothered. She was a beautiful, young woman and it was natural for her to go out and date. She deserve someone nice who wined and dined her and while part of him was happy for her, the other part kinda wanted to have been able to take her on a date. He knew the best places in town, he could get her places someone else couldn’t and then he could end the night in ways that she could only read on the dirty books she tried to hide whenever he caught her reading. Yet, part of him wondered if maybe all these thoughts were due to his sexual frustration. He thought she was attractive, yes, but he didn’t dwell on any underlying feelings. It was just lust, right?

- No Sadie, don’t eat the marker. - his daughter took his mind off Y/N thankfully.

- Grape.

- It’s grape coloured, not grape flavoured. - he took the marker away from Sadie. - Do you want some grapes?

- No. - she shrugged, grabbing another marker to continue painting.

- What are you drawing there, Sisi? - he asked, taking a more comfortable seat next to his daughter.

- Daddy ... - she pointed at a blue stick figure and then to a pink stick figure and red stick figure. - Me, mummy.

- Mummy? - his throat dried up. He thought he still had time or at least more time until he had to figure out how he’d explain to Sadie that her mum is a deadbet who only hits him up when she needs money.

- Mummy. - she shrugged and continue to paint.

- Do you want a mummy?

- No. I have mummy. - she said as if the was the simplest answer to the most simple question.

- You have a mummy?

- Y/N. - she looked at him for a second before returning to her dress. - Teacher said mummy loves you and Y/N loves me.

He chose to stay silent this time. She was two years old, going on three, there was no use in pushing this issue further and if Bucky was being honest, he didn’t want to push it either. Telling Sadie about her mum was something he hoped to do when she was a little bit older and could, much to his dismay and sadness, understand the true nature of some people. Right now she was a baby, his baby, and he couldn’t bare the thought of destroying whatever innocent notions she had. It was better she thought that - that all someone needed to become a parent was love, at least until she was younger.

He moved closer to his daughter, kissing the top of her head as she happily continued on her drawing. He teased her about making him too short or even why he couldn’t pick the colour, but eventually, the two had the drawing pinned to the fridge door with a magnet of a past holiday. The rest of the day was uneventful, with Sadie mostly running around with her toys and having fun with different things she found around the house until he had to tackle bath time. No wonder Y/N had gotten soaked to the skin, trying to bath Sadie was almost a war sport and he had actually been to war. Eventually, he got her into bed, tucking her in with several of her plushies and reading her favourite book before lights were off except for the small moon night light.

He took the opportunity to spend the time without his daughter to catch up on some work, spread over his couch while his laptop laid over his lap. The words meshed together with sentences as he read through contract after contract, one no more different than the other. The repetitiveness of the contracts had him slowly drifting in and out of sleep until he was napping. However, that nap was soon interrupted by the door closing. He was immediately back to his senses, ready to take down whatever threat may have trespassed. Luckily for him, it was only Y/N coming back in. Unluckily for him, she didn’t look particularly happy, at least she hadn’t looked happy as once she looked at him it was a if she did a 180 and immediately looked her regular happy go lucky self.

- Is Sadie asleep? - she tucked her hair behind her ear, looking around to see if the little girl was anywhere.

- She’s asleep. Been down for about two hours now.

- Oh ... uhm .... Is there anything you need me to do?

- I thought you weren’t gonna come back today. - he closed his laptop. - Bad date?

- A bad date would’ve been better than what happened. - she walked towards the kitchen to grab herself a glass of water.

- Jesus, how bad could the guy have been? - he followed her like a baby duck, taking a seat in front of the kitchen counter. - You were so confident this morning, I thought you would come back in a messier state.

- What are you talking about, Sergeant Barnes? - she rolled her eyes.

- Come on. From this morning alone, I thought you were gonna get laid or something. Follow my advice from our last conversation.

- Oh ... - realisation dawned on her. - I didn’t go on a date. I went to my friend’s engagement party.

Was it terrible that he was happy she hadn’t gone on a date? She had clearly looked like something had upset her, yet he was celebrating the fact she wasn’t sleeping with someone behind his back. Behind his back? She’s not his girlfriend. She would be sleeping with someone, point.

- Going to an engagement party as the last single girl is a challenge.

- I’m sure there were plenty of groomsmen there ready to make you some company. It can’t be all bad.

- It’s not even the idea of not getting married which upsets me. It’s the comments. Every single comment filled with pity as if I am losing sleep over being sleep. - she groaned. - It’s annoying.

- Maybe they’re just wondering why such a catch is still out there. - he joked, getting a small smile out of her. - Good food, at least?

- Not that kind of friend.

- Why are you single anyway, Y/N?

- Don’t you think that’s a bit personal?

- You did flash me yesterday. I thought that meant there were no boundaries between us anymore.

- I did not flash you. - she pointed at him. - Flashing you would’ve meant I intended for you to see me soaking wet.

Oh god, why did you say that? She thought to herself as the words faltered on her tongue, gaining a grin of victory from him.

- I did not flash you. - she repeated. - You’re my boss that would’ve been inappropriate.

- I’ll forgive your flasher behaviour if you forgive my question then.

- I have to watch over Sadie and I have my studies to focus on. Do you think I can date on the one or two days off I get?

- Now that’s not very good multitasking from you. I swore you told me during your interview that you were a good multitasker.

- And I swore during my interview you said you’d warn me if something came up and you had to leave. Where did you go last night?

- What about those boundaries we were discussing earlier?

- If you get to query me on my personal life, so do I. Go on.

- You don’t want to know.

- Yes, I do. I answered your question and now you answer mine, it is only fair, Bucky.

- Is it Bucky now?

- Don’t change the topic. You ran out the room as if there was a fire, so tell me, what could’ve been so important?

- Sex.

- Oh ... - she looked flustered, not expecting that to be the answer. For whatever reason she thought it would’ve been something related to his company or maybe he just wanted to smoke as he usually did when he thought no one was watching. Although, looking back she realised that the later looked like the least likely option. - You had ... scheduled sex?

- You think I schedule sex?

- Did you just ... randomly felt like having sex and went out looking?

- It’s not that hard, Y/N. You would know if you tried it.

- How do you know I haven’t?

- Based on the fact that I heard you touching yourself a few nights ago ... I’d say you haven’t.

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missvelvetsstuff · 1 year

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Just A Number

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader meets Bucky at a party and the attraction is more than either one of them wants to resist.

Notes: Since most stories are younger readers I felt like having a more mature reader could be a nice change of pace. Especially since I'm creeping up on senior discounts and want to believe Bucky could fall in love with someone like me.

I try to keep my readers description vague but, as always, she's female, tall and this one is obviously 40+

Chapter 3

Warnings: swearing, angst

3 weeks later......

Y/N was happy with her new job, not 'I love it I'm staying forever' happy but it was a pleasant enough job and should be a good stepping stone. She had more education and experience than her manager but knew better than to show off so early in her employment.

It was Wednesday morning and she was on the train to work with Dawn when her newly issued StarkTech phone rang. She didn't recognize the number but it had a Stark prefix so figured she had better answer it.

"This is Y/N."

Happy Hogan identified himself then went into a rambling diatribe about unreliable employees making his life harder and told her to meet him in HR as soon as she arrived at work.

She agreed and shook her head when he hung up.

Dawn looked over at her "Who was that?"

Y/N looked at her "Happy Hogan. He was talking so fast I barely understood any of it but something about unreliable employees. Told me to meet him in HR as soon as I get to work."

Dawn smiled "That was fast. What it means is someone fucked up and you are getting their job. It should be at least a small step up and raise. I told you they wouldn't let you rot in PR, not with your experience."

Y/N's eyes grew wide "I hope it's not anything crazy. I can't work in marketing with you, I'm so not suited for that kind of work."

Dawn shook her head "Nah, my team is all good. I heard Pepper Potts-Stark has been having a rough time finding an adequate assistant. That's a tough gig but there's travel and more of those fancy parties."

Y/N felt her stomach drop "I don't know that I'm up for that, she's one of the most powerful women in the country."

Dawn sighed "No, she's one of the most powerful women in the world. You would rock that job. I'm keeping my fingers crossed."

Y/N sighed "Doesn't she work with the Avengers a lot? Being a grunt in PR is stealth but her assistant? What if I see....?"

Dawn scoffed "Honey, you know how I feel about that. You should call him. I haven't spoken to Sam in a minute but I can ask him if you want."

Y/N shook her head "No, Sissy, please. He's an Avenger. If he was really interested he could have found me by now."

Dawn slapped her lightly on the shoulder "You make me crazy. You snuck out while he slept, maybe he thinks your lack of interest is clear."

Their station was called and Y/N sighed in relief "Saved by the bell."

Dawn glared at her "This isn't over. Make sure you text me after you talk to Happy."

They walked quickly to the building and separated when Y/N exited the elevator on the 3rd floor and walked into the HR office.

Happy Hogan greeted her when she entered. "Miss Walker?"

She nodded in response and listened carefully as he told her why he needed to talk to her. Her heart raced as she listened to the responsibilities of the position he was offering. Dawn was right, it was Pepper who needed a new assistant.

She nervously accepted the job and had to fill out a mountains worth of paperwork including a very strict NDA since she would be at the side of the head of the company and potentially interacting with Avengers and SWORD agents.

Once everything was in order, Happy led her up to Peppers office on one of the top floors and introduced her to Pepper.

Pepper greeted her with a smile "I want to be clear before we start. I know this is a difficult job so I try to be flexible when I can but I need you to keep up with me and be my memory when I need you. You're expected to wear professional attire unless I tell you otherwise and behave in a professional manner at all times. We are in this building most of the time but there is some traveling so you will need a passport. You will have an expense account to use for work related items including clothing, to ensure you are able to get what you need and keep your focus on the work.

Do you think you're up for it?"

Y/N's mouth was dry and her palms were clammy, this was a great opportunity but also a high stress environment. She cleared her throat.

"Yes ma'am. Since the Snap I've done a variety of jobs that have similar requirements."

They spoke for a few minutes before Pepper nodded and gave her a black card "I think you'll be a good fit. Happy will take you to security to update your access. After that you can get your desk set up however makes you comfortable, within reason. I'm leaving for an event at my daughter's school so you can settle in, learn your way around this floor and all I need you to do is answer the phone. I'll see you bright and early at 8. I'll text you my coffee order to grab from the shop downstairs, they'll put it on my tab. Get one for yourself, too."

Y/N nodded "Yes ma'am. Enjoy your daughter."

Pepper smiled "Thank you. You have kids?"

She nodded "Yes but mine are grown so no cute holiday shows or anything. They grow up way too fast so be there when you can."

Y/N spent the rest of the day wandering around Peppers floor, impressed by the amenities which included a small bedroom, a closet full of clothes, a bathroom, a fully stocked kitchen and a hot tub. Not to mention an amazing view of the city.

She went to her old desk and moved all her belongings to the new one and answered a few calls until her shift ended.

She met Dawn on her way out and they went out for drinks to celebrate her new job.

That weekend they went shopping for work clothes. Most of what Y/N had was showing its age so they looked for new office clothes and a couple of cocktail dresses to have in case something came up. Plus a haircut and manicure.

She felt guilty for spending almost $500 right after starting but wanted to make sure she put forth the right image that Pepper wanted.

When Y/N showed up at work on Monday morning, Pepper gushed over her new 'do and clothes which helped assuage her guilt.

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Bucky was getting sick of chasing the damn Power Broker all over eastern Europe only to miss them every time. He was haunted by dreams of Y/N and the night they spent together.

Sam was getting sick of mopey, moody, angry Bucky but his nagging only made things worse and they bickered more than usual.

After 2 weeks Sam had enough "Look, man, I know you're pining over that woman but could you please keep your head in the game? Your constant distraction will get us both hurt. Put her aside and call when we get home."

Bucky scoffed "No one is getting hurt, stop being so dramatic. And I'm not pining over anything. It was one nite, one incredible nite, but that's it. I'm not going to chase down some woman who doesn't want me."

Sam shook his head "Then stop moping and help me get this job done."

Bucky shook his head "It's not my fault we can't find this power broker person. He's obviously good at hiding and has people scared to rat him out."

Sam groaned "Sharon told me we could find him here. With all the near misses we've had, I'm almost wondering if she's helping him. She spent a lot of time in Madripoor during the Blip, living on the wrong side of the law, maybe she got caught up with him?"

Bucky scoffed "Don't be stupid, Sam."

They went another 2 weeks like this without finding their prey before they packed up and headed for home.

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2 weeks later

Y/N was getting along very well in her new job and Pepper was very pleased with her. It was a crazy job, hectic most days and occasionally slow but she was enjoying herself and learning all about Stark Industries and the business they did around the world.

They had already taken a 3 day trip to Spain and Y/N didn't think she would ever be able to stand flying commercial again. Not to mention the way Pepper was fawned over by every person they interacted with.

Today was Friday and when Y/N started work there was nothing going on until Pepper received a call from Bruce Banner. Five minutes after taking the call, Pepper buzzed her

"Grab your things, Bruce needs me to come up to the compound to check the status of his project. Be on the roof in 15. And cancel my meeting this afternoon."

Y/N felt her heart race and stomach drop. The Avengers compound. Pepper had mentioned it before and told her they would be going there on occasion but Y/N wasn't ready. She knew it was dumb, he lived in Brooklyn and wasn't there much so the odds of running into each other was slim. She hadn't told Pepper that she had met James, didn't seem important for a one night stand.

By the time she calmed her heart down she had to hurry to the roof before she was late. She climbed into the helicopter and strapped herself in.

Pepper was looking at her oddly "Are you ok? You seem a little stressed about going to the compound."

Y/N gave her the best smile she could muster and lied through her teeth "I'm fine, the helicopter makes me a little nervous but I'm alright."

Pepper nodded, unconvinced "Ok. I know I'm your boss but you can talk to me about non-work things. If you want, obviously you don't have to but you can trust me."

Y/N kept her grin up "I appreciate that, you've been a great boss. I don't want to burden you with my problems when you already have so much on your plate. It's it's fine. I'm fine." She stammered.

Pepper rubbed her arm "Well, I'm here if you need me."

They arrived at the compound and Y/N was relieved the conversation was interrupted because she felt herself weakening and almost spilled everything to Pepper.

Pepper filed it away to bring up another time and led the way to Bruce's lab.

Y/N stood quietly behind Pepper and Bruce as they spoke about some quantum thing she didnt understand but she kept notes of the entire conversation in case Pepper needed any of the info that was discussed.

When they were getting ready to leave they heard an announcement about an incoming jet and had to wait for it to land before the helicopter could leave.

Y/N was getting antsy and had that feeling in her stomach that something was coming and started hyperventilating, squeezing her eyes shut. She felt like she was in a tunnel before she felt Pepper gently take her hand, speaking softly. She opened her eyes and went along as Pepper deescalated her panic attack.

Pepper looked at her concerned "Are you alright? What happened?"

Y/N shook her head "I'm, yes, yes." Took a deep breath "No. I'm not alright." and proceeded to tell her about meeting James and every thought or feeling she had about him since. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you but it was my burden and you already have so much to deal with. A lovesick assistant shouldn't add to it, I'm supposed to help lighten your load not add to it."

Pepper scoffed softly "And you have done an amazing job of it. When I told you that you could talk to me it wasnt lip service. I meant it." She thought for a minute. "I could plan a party and you two could accidentally run into each other? Or something?"

Y/N chuckled "I don't think that's a good idea, he's obviously not interested. I don't want to force something."

Pepper smiled, like she caught the canary "You don't know that, he's a busy man. In fact the last I saw he's been overseas for awhile."

Her phone beeped "There's the pilot, that jet landed and we can go back to the Tower." they started walking towards the hangar.

Y/N smiled softly "Thanks for listening and not judging"

Pepper laughed "After my years with Tony, I've learned not to judge people for their lives."

When they entered the hangar Pepper was stopped by Sam Wilson who chatted for a minute and gave Y/N a too big smile when introduced. He made her nervous.

While they were talking to Sam, Y/N heard a voice she knew intimately coming from the jet that Sam had exited.

"You gonna help me with this equipment or stand there flirting with-" then she heard something heavy hit the ground.

Sam stepped aside but Y/N was looking at her own feet, afraid to see him, afraid to look until he spoke again "Y/N? Doll?"

She looked up nervously and felt her insides flutter and spin at how handsome he was, better than her memories, and her core heated up as she tried not to think about that nite.

She cleared her throat "Hi James."

@supraveng @cjand10 @440mxs-wife @kandis-mom

Chapter 4

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #angst with a happy ending #just a number

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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#5 was sent to HR!Reader. Somehow Stucky found her personal phone number and this what usually she gets from them.

Trying to ignore the sound of your phone buzzing on your desk, you paid as much attention to the agent sitting across from you as you could. With little interactions before the incident that landed him in your chair, you’d never really known one of the members of the STAR tactical team, until now.

“So I think-” buzz “-if you just wanted to-” buzz buzz buzz

You reached for your phone to turn it over and had a momentary pause as their names flashed across your screen and the messages had come in rampant succession one after the other.

Buzz

“Do you need to get that?” The agent pondered, leaning forward to try and detect what urgent need was taking up his time.

Wanna do breakfast tomorrow?

Or brunch?

Or lunch?

Or I could eat you out?

Its up to you.

The phone slipped from your hand and you scrambled to pick it up again, your eyes growing wide as the flirtatious and erotic message had come just a few days after you agreed to give them your number if they needed to talk about anything. And during your conversations going back and forth with them, which started ambiguously, had quickly become entangled with desire and want.

BUCKY STOP! STOP RIGHT NOW! I AM WITH AN AGENT!

“Kryczek,” the door opened and an imposing yet familiar figure had filled the open space, arms crossed over his chest, “training got moved up. You’re back on the rotation.”

“Captain Rogers-” The agent stood with force to knock the chair over, pivoting himself to face Steve with a look of surprise and respect.

You’re being kidnapped. Be a good girl, don’t fight it

BUCKY NO

“You’re late. If I were you,” Steve’s gaze flickered toward you, his lips quirking into a smirk, “I’d move my ass.”

“Yes, sir!”

Be a good girl, just follow Steve

The door shut with a forceful slam, and your office had returned to silence. With Steve standing between the only exit and your means of escape, you had resigned yourself to flipping your phone over and huffing.

“You can’t keep doing this. I have things I have to do.”

“Believe me doll,” Steve walked toward your desk and leaned forward to rest his palms against the surface, “we have things to do too but someone seems to be uncooperative.”

“You’re kidnapping me? Really? Isn’t that a crime?”

“I don’t have a record for following the rules, baby. You know that. Now let’s go, we’re leaving.”

#stucky x reader #stucky x HR!Reader #stucky x reader imagines #Steve rogers x HR!Reader x Bucky Barnes

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band--psycho · 2 years

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Fic Rec (Feb 2023)

I haven't done one of these for a while; so I thought it was about time I did one!

And I've just hit 3.4k followers, so I thought this was an apt way to celebrate this milestone, by celebrating some of the amazing stories I've read in the last few months!

Thank you to all of my followers and thank you to everyone who takes the time to read/comment/reblog my stories, it means so much to me! 💛

Mayans Mc:

Angel Reyes:

Angel Reyes x Reader by @darklydeliciousdesires

Angel Reyes x Reader-Vigilante Shit (Masterlist)by @withmyteeth

Coco Cruz

Coco Cruz x Reader- Secrets In Charming Town by @jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna

Sons Of Anarchy:

Jax Teller:

Jax Teller x Reader by @twistnet

Jax Teller x Reader-Riding With Angels by @garbinge

Happy Lowman:

Happy Lowman x Reader-Broken Promises by @purplerain85

Chibs Telford :

Chibs Telford x Reader by @marvelous-slut

Chibs Telford x Reader-Boys Will Be Boys by @somethinginthewayiam

Chibs Telford x Reader by @imaginealotofthings

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes:

Bucky Barnes x Reader-Lost Song Of Love by @writercole

Bucky Barnes x Reader-Taxi by @onceuponastory

Marauders

Sirius Black:

Sirius Black x Reader-Guess Who? by @xacatalepsyx

James Potter:

James Potter x Reader by @letterstotheflre

James Potter x Reader by @luveline

James Potter x Reader-Thistle (Masterlist) by @thyme-in-a-bubble

Remus Lupin :

Remus Lupin x Reader by @sp1rit-realm

Remus Lupin x Reader- Battle Of The Valentines by @remusmirrorball

Remus Lupin x Reader-Carpet Burn by @forourmoons

Remus Lupin x Reader-Valentine Moon by @the-lemon-boy

Remus Lupin x Reader-The Kiss by @ro-is-struggling

Remus Lupin x Reader-Enchanted by @midniteluv

Regulus Black :

Regulus Black x Reader-I Found Stars In Hell by @coffeeaddictednymph

Harry Potter Era

Remus Lupin:

Remus Lupin x Reader-Amortentia by @lupinmoonlight

Fred Weasley:

Fred Weasley x Reader-On Edge by @spacerosesss

Fred Weasley x Reader-Get Away by @aramynx

Fred Weasley x Reader-Put Your Head On My Shoulder by @masivechaos

Fred Weasley x Reader-Dreams And Promises by @writing-fanics

Arcane

Vander:

Vander x Reader by @justabigass-simp

Vander x Reader-Dominant Vander Headcanons by @angelltheninth

Vander x Reader-The Least Sane Moments by @k1nky-fool

Vander x Reader-Better Left Said by @conretewings

Vander x Reader-Cleaning With Vander by @barbersjoy

Other:

Arcane x Reader-Home by @the-rabbit-hole-era

The Walking Dead

Negan:

Negan x Reader-You Don't Own Me by @negansluvr

Negan x Reader-The Queen For A King by @queenvidal

Negan x Reader-A Christmas Exchange (Masterlist) by @naughtyneganjdm

Rick Grimes:

Rick Grimes x Reader-We've Got Shit To Do by @zombiewhor3

Other

Wednesday Addams x Reader-A Good Day For Death by @anonymousewrites

Thomas Shelby x Reader- Dear Thomas...by @dandelionprints

Obi Wan Kenobi x Reader-Across Galaxies by @frost-queen

Harvey Specter x Reader-His Princess / A Goddess's Body by @snax-writes

Steve Harrington x Reader-Found You by @scarisd3ad

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader by @iliveiloveiwrite

The Company(The Hobbit) x Ace!Reader by @hr-nm-grnd-zr

Shouta Aizawa x Reader-Inspiration by @xacatalepsyx

#fic rec #fic rec 2023 #feb fic rec

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Just For Tonight - Sam

Just For Tonight Masterlist Complete Masterlist

Summary: You take Sam, Bucky, and Loki on the first date. Pairing: Loki x Reader Word Count: 3.1k Warnings: Language, action/race sequence

“Where to first?” Bucky asked getting into the front passenger seat.

“Well, you guys said it was my date, my choice.” You smirked at him as you peeled out of the garage of the tower.

“I don’t like that evil look you got on, Wheelz. What’chu planning? Please don’t make me regret doing this?” Sam muttered.

“I rather enjoy the mystery and suspense. Tell me, Wheelz, what do you like to do on your nights off?” Loki asked in wonderment, a touch of seduction lingering in his voice. You let out a small evil chuckle, making Sam hold tight onto his seatbelt.

Half an hour later you had slowed down and turned onto a deserted street in the industrial docks of Jersey. It didn’t stay like that for long. The men looked around as they heard loud rumbles of engines and the thumping of music coming from cars all lined up. Car after car, parked with lights and stereos all playing the same station. The same signal coming from the DJ, centered at the forefront of the road. You followed a car into an unmarked lot where a large crowd had gathered.

Women walked in groups, wearing next to nothing trying to grab the attention of the men. While the men tried to impress them with their car's bright colors and details.

“Where are we?” Loki asked excitedly.

“A street race? Wheelz! Did you take us to a street race? You know this is illegal, right? If we get caught, HR will have our butts over this.” Sam yelled out.

“So, how’s this different than you guys getting caught in a strip club?” you raised your eyebrow.

“Ey, any law-abiding citizen can go to a club and be a patron. This- THIS IS ILLEGAL!” Sam yelled waving his arms all around him.

“What are we gonna do, Wheelz?” Bucky asked as you parked your car at the very end of the lot. All four of you got out, garnering the attention of everyone nearby.

“Are we here to spectate?” Bucky said rubbing his hands as his attention was caught by some of the more daring women walking past him.

“No. You two will spectate.” You assessed, pointing to Loki and Sam. “I’m going to race.” All three men looked at you bewildered. “You, are gonna be my spotter.” You concluded pointing to Bucky.

“And what does a spotter do, exactly?” Bucky asked.

“You sit there and look pretty.” You sassed back.

“Oh, no. No, no, no.” Sam said shaking his head.

“You spot for cops and other drivers so that I don’t get into an accident.” You answered truthfully.

“Shouldn’t Loki be the one then? I’m pretty sure his magic would be able to spot any cops or stop someone from crashing into you.” Bucky suggested. Loki smiled and looked hopeful.

“No. I want you,” you decided, pointing back to Bucky. Your declaration hurt Loki. The ease of your rejection stung like salt on an open wound. Of course, you wouldn’t think of him worthy enough to assist you. He was too sheltered, and you probably thought he was too pampered as a prince of Asgard.

In truth, having Loki as your spotter wouldn’t do you any good. It would be too distracting. You would be too engrossed in his deep voice to hear anything else. You needed to concentrate, and you could only do that with Barnes or Wilson.

Well, maybe not Wilson. He looks like he’s about to throw up. So, Bucky it was. “You boys stay here while I go register. We’re playing for pinks. Come on, Barnes. I’ll show you the course.” You delegated as you walked away.

“Pinks!” Sam exclaimed.

“What are pinks?” Loki asked as he watched you stroll away with Bucky. The confident strut of your walk mesmerized him.

“Pink slips. The titles and ownership of the cars.” Sam answered, pulling Loki out of his trance.

“Why the obvious change in demeanor, my friend? You act as if you were Rogers about to get caught watching those lewd videos online,” Loki laughed.

“Man! I cannot be seen here!” Sam strained to whisper.

“You weren’t bothered when that rather buxom woman at the club rubbed your face in her…”

“That’s not the point, Laufeyson!”

“What is it then?”

“I can’t get caught here because if they recognize me, then it will be my third offense and I will not go to jail, Loki! Do you hear me? I WILL NOT BE SITTING MY ASS ON A BENCH SHARING IT WITH A GUY NAMED BIG AL. NO. NO. NO.”

“Relax, my friend.” Loki laughed louder at the comical image of his fellow Avenger. “Here,” he said splaying his fingers. “I put a disguise on you so that no one will recognize you.” Sam touched his face and felt the wiry curls of a long beard covering his chin and cheeks, reaching down to his navel. Loki conjured a baseball cap and placed it on top of Sam’s head, covering most of his face.

The look of instant relief was evident in Sam’s eyes. “Oh, thank god.”

“You’re very welcome!” Loki laughed again. “Who knew that our beloved Falcon had a penchant for illegal street racing? We’re you bad at it? Is that why you got caught multiple times?” Loki teased.

Sam rolled his eyes. “For your information, it was before I went to the military. I was good. I built my own car. And by sheer luck, I won my first race. Which helped me get better parts and better gear. When I won my first race with ‘pinks’ I dismantled that car and gave life to my old one. By the second time they caught me, my old man gave me an ultimatum. Either go into the military or go to jail. So, I chose the military.”

“Do you regret it, sergeant?”

“Not one bit,” Sam said looking into Loki’s eyes. “Which is why I’m trying to hide.”

“I doubt they’ll lock up a fellow Avenger for just spectating. It was so long ago. Surely they’ve forgotten about your past transgressions…” Loki trailed off as he watched you walk back with Barnes.

Genuinely, he had never seen you so commanding. So confident. Hell, he’d never seen you outside of your work clothes- those baggy jumpsuits and white shirts that were smeared with whatever Stark had you working on that day and covered up the artwork on your skin.

To see you in your world was breathtaking. From your boots accentuating your long legs to the loose-fitting shirt hiding the shape of your body underneath. It was enough to make Loki’s imagination run wild with impure thoughts. “What do you suppose her tattoo is?” Loki asked aloud about you.

“What tattoo?” Sam asked.

“The one gracing her right thigh. Hiding underneath her skirt.”

“OH. Oh ho ho! What’s this? What’s this? Does our local god have a crush on our resident mechanic?!” Sam said as he punched Loki in the am. “Ow.” He winced quietly to himself.

“What made you come to that conclusion?”

“I didn’t even notice the tattoo on her leg, man. You did! And you must’ve been looking pretty hard, cuz I can barely see it myself now that you pointed it out,” Sam laughed.

“Boys. You ready?” you asked coming up to them. “Whoa, what’s up with the beard?”

“I’m hiding. Alright! No one saw me!” Sam pointed to all three of you.

“Are you sure, you wouldn’t rather have Loki as your spotter?” Bucky asked again, laughing at Sam. You looked Loki in the eyes- the swirling mix of blue and green. His smirk inviting you to come closer.

“Nah. Pretty boy can stay here.” You smirked back.

“Hey! I thought I was ‘pretty boy’?” Sam yelled offended.

“Not with that beard you’re not,” you shook your head. Bucky and Loki laughed.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Miss Avenger herself.” A high-pitched nasally voice hooked all of your attention as a small petite blonde came walking up with a small following behind her. “I thought you had a date with Devin tonight?”

“Suki.” You greeted her. The men around you could hear the distaste in your voice. The sudden change in your stance, almost territorial, blocked her view of them behind you. “I had a work thing come up and it ended early. So, now I’m here. Why? You scared?”

“Unbelievable!” Suki scoffed. “Watch out for this one boys,” She said to your friends behind you. “She’ll string you along and then drop you when something better comes along. Like she did with Devin,” she baited as she eyed Loki up and down.

“Why you little…” you moved to lunge at her before Loki wrapped his arms around your waist to stop you. You tried to wiggle out of his grasp, reaching your hands forward to pull on her brittle, fake-ass hair.

“Once I win your car, I’ll take your little harem too.” She laughed as she winked at Bucky. That got you even angrier.

“Go back to your car, Dollar-Bin Barbie, before I tell the officials and you get demoted for talking smack.” Sam defended you.

“It would do you no good to waste your anger now. Save it for the race, darling,” Loki whispered in your ears. Your nose flared and stared hard at Suki walking away. You looked back up into Loki’s eyes as you straightened out. His jaw clenched watching the anger in your eyes slowly fade into determination. His pride showed in his smile.

*~*

Not long after, you pulled up on an abandoned stretch of road with your Red Devil and two other cars. One was an Eclipse Spider with a ridiculously high spoiler. The other was Suki and her small white Corolla. Her engine growled, while the anime girl decal on the side of her car mocked you.

The smell of exhaust and gasoline filled the air, igniting your body. You revved your engine and she did the same. “You got this,” Bucky said in the earpiece. “Sam’s monitoring police radio. You’re good to go.”

As soon as the guy dropped his arm and gave the signal, you only heard the screech of your tires on asphalt. The engines of the three cars screamed, hiding the cheer of the crowd dwindling in your rearview mirror. The lurching feeling of momentum pushed you down on your seat as your foot pushed your car faster and further. The three of you were neck-and-neck with you leading the pack only by a few inches.

“Wheelz, Suki right behind you to your 7,” Bucky informs you. No sooner had he finished his sentence, Suki catches up to you on your left and looks at you through her window. Giving her the finger, you flipped the switch for your nitrous and your Red Devil sped even faster.

Not to be outdone, the other two racers also boosted their cars. You maintained your lead, not bothering to slow down when you passed the finish line. The drag came to a quicker end than you had expected.

You won the race, with the two other cars behind you. Bucky heard you scream your excitement through the mic and had to take the earpiece off. “Fuck Ya!” you yelled, hitting your steering wheel. Your car swerved, braking at an angle, facing the starting line and the cheering crowd down the street.

You exited the car jumping and yelling, letting off the excess adrenaline from winning your race. But most importantly, not losing to Suki.

“Congratulations, darling. Now hurry up and get back here to me so we can celebrate.” Loki’s rich voice resonated in your ear making you turn around in your excitement. You spotted him in the crowd, smiling at you. Even from this long distance, you can spot his glow. His essence, his lip bite as he beckoned you to come back.

You drove back to a cheering crowd all gathering around your car. You exited and were met by Sam, Bucky, and Loki who picked you up and twirled you around. You laughed in his ear. The sweet tinkling of your voice made him shiver where he stood.

“Alright, Wheelz. Which pink would you like? Winner chooses,” the head racing promoter said to you. He handed your pink slip back and offered you the other two.

You regarded each one with careful decision. After a while, you looked up to see Suki staring at you with a sour expression on her face. She probably didn’t feel too good, knowing that her car was potentially up for grabs.

You looked straight into her eyes and said, “Well, you know me. Always looking for something better to come along,” as you took the other racer’s pinks.

She huffed and walked away from the jeering crowd grabbing her title back from the promoter. The other driver fell to the ground at having lost his car to you.

“FIVE-OH. FIVE-OH,” you heard Sam yell out. “Everybody scram!” Like dust in the wind, everyone scattered in different directions.

You grabbed the keys to your new trophy car from the losing driver and threw your old keys to Bucky. “Meet me at Delia’s on Madison. Ask FRIDAY to give you directions.” You ran to your new car and put it on Drive when the passenger door opened next to you and Loki got in.

You were right. You would’ve lost if Loki had been your spotter. You just froze and stared at his profile. “Wheelz! Go!” he ushered.

“Oh, right!” you flustered as you put the car into gear and hauled out. The flashing sirens of blue and red were nothing but twinkling lights in your rearview mirror. You felt bad for whoever got caught. An unsaid rule was that the other losers should offer a ride to the one who lost their car in case of police intervention. You hope that Suki was nice enough to offer that poor guy a ride. You can only hope that Sam and Bucky made it out safe too.

“That was phenomenal back there, Wheelz. Where did you learn to drive like that?” Loki asked next to you. Your thoughts swerved back around to him sitting so close to you. You didn’t realize how small Eclipses were until now. Or maybe, Loki just has a huge…

“My dad took me to the races when I was young. He was a mechanic and fixed cars. He belonged to a small club that paid him good money to mod their vehicles on-site.”

“I see.” He said as he held on to the handle when you drifted to your right.

“He didn’t want this life for me. So he made me study hard and work hard. I eventually got into MIT, but…”

“But you still ended up here.” Loki finished. You gave him an unapologetic look. “I, for one, am glad you turned out to be who you are,”

“Really? Why is that?” The loud wail of sirens startled the both of you as flashing blue and red lights appeared in your mirrors. You rolled your eyes as you pressed on the gas, shifting gears, and pushing the car faster than you knew how. You were finally getting somewhere with Loki and the po-po just had to butt in. Typical.

Loki turned in his seat and watched as the police cars came closer. He hummed as he made a duplicate image of your vehicle split from your car and drive off in another direction. The police had to make a quick decision and chose to follow the decoy instead, no doubt calling for backup to find you guys. “On your next turn, pull over to the side. I can cloak us till they pass.”

You did as he asked. You drifted into a parking position and turned off the lights and engine. The two of you sat there in the dark, underneath an alleyway light. The silence was ringing in both your ears.

“I would’ve made a great spotter, Wheelz. I hope that proved to you I’m not as cloistered as you think.” He said softly with that simpering smile that had you weak in the knees.

“What?” You asked confused.

“Isn’t that why you chose Bucky over me to be your spotter? You think he’s more in touch with your scene. Grittier, less…sheltered.”

“No. I didn’t choose you because if I did, I would’ve lost.”

“Oh,” a new kind of pain wretched in his heart. You thought he would’ve let you down. That he wouldn’t have helped you secure your victory. Perhaps, maybe even bring you bad luck.

“You would’ve easily distracted me with that attractive voice of yours.” You said absent-mindedly, looking out the window as a police car passed you by. “I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate.”

You had said it like it was an easy thing to admit. As if you were discussing strategy on how to win your next race. “The cops passed. I think we’re home free. Let’s go see if the other two made it to Delia’s,” you said as you turned on your engine and pulled out to the busy street.

Loki sat quietly next to you. The blurry view and the glittery lights of the city passing by only added to the dream-like state he was in.

You found him distracting. A striking smile formed on his face.

You found his voice, attractive. That smile grew even wider.

“So you never did answer my question,” you urged.

“What question, darling?” he turned to you with the happiest expression on his face.

“You said you were glad I turned out the way I did. Why?” You asked vulnerably. You weren’t sure you wanted an actual answer.

“Because you’re different. You’re not like the others.”

“Is that why you guys went to the strip club earlier? Because you were looking for something different? Something more like the women on Asgard?” You pulled up next to Delia’s. The name, in bright pink and green neon, shone brightly through the window. You parked and got out of the car. Looking around you spotted your Red Devil two cars down and Sam and Bucky getting out to greet you.

Loki scoffed. “Ugh, don’t remind me about that failed endeavor,” he said walking next to you.

“What? Why? I thought you said they were ‘like the vixens of Asgard?’”

“Precisely my point, dear girl. They were all the same. Not one of them had any charisma or grace. None of them had a sense of self or individuality,” He stopped and paused to emphasize his next point because he didn’t want you to misunderstand what he was about to confess. “Not one of them was you.”

⬅️Chapter 1: Wheelz | Chapter 3: Bucky (Coming Soon)➡️

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BBB Weeks 32 & 33 Roundup!

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Title: Purrfect First Date Creator(s): BBDB2H Link: ao3 Square: C1 - Pet Rock Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Steve Warnings: none Major tags: Modern AU, First Date, Flirting, College AU Summary: It’s sappy, it’s sweet, and it’s everything Bucky wants on a first date with Steve. Word count/format: 832

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Title: The Last Thing You'd Expect Creator(s): Rufferto Link: tumblr Square: U4 - Board Games Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky Barnes & Mr Knight Warnings: no archive warnings apply, Major tags: Gun, Mr Knight&BuckyBarnes Summary: Bucky was asked to infiltrate the Midnight Mission and capture Mr Knight after learning how sometimes crazy Marc Spector can be and how dangerous he is. The last thing he expected was a mostly lucid Mr Knight sitting around waiting for him. He’s sorry for his part in beating up the avengers, and expresses it with the first thing at hand. The first board game he picks up from a stack of old board games that the house presents. Looks like there’s going to have to be a choice. Play the game or fight Mr Knight in the craziest of all haunted houses. Word count/format: art

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Title: Gone But Not Forgotten Creator(s): lillywillow Link: tumblr Square: K4 - Support Group Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky/ gender neutral reader Warnings: Loss of a pet Major tags: cats Summary: Bucky struggles with the loss of a furry friend. He finds somewhere he can go to cope with his sorrows where he meets others going through the same thing. Word count/format: 1383

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Title: Sam dragging Bucky on social media - Part 4 Creator(s): rebelmeg Link: tumblr Square: Y2 - online interactions Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky & Sam Warnings: none Major tags: social media post, photo edit, humor Summary: The arm travels a bit farther this time. Word count/format: N/A

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Title: Sit Still Creator(s): (HR)tftcw Link: ao3 Square: Y4 - Metal Arm Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Tony Warnings: N/A Major tags: Fluff Summary: Tony tries to get Bucky to sit still for an arm tune-up Word count/format: Moodboard + 242 word ficlet

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Title: cold blade of silver, his eyes they burn so wild Creator(s): (HR)tftcw Link: tumblr Square: Y2 - Kink: Arm Kink Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Zemo Warnings: N/a Major tags: Unresolved Sexual Tension, slight Knife Play Summary: Helmut Zemo just wants a fresh shave, and conveniently enough, he happens to be stuck with someone who’s very good with blades. Word count/format: 1271

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Title: Starvation (Chapter 1) Creator(s): (HR)tftcw Link: ao3 Square: B3 - Sam Wilson/Falcon Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky x Sam Wilson Warnings: N/A Major tags: Sex Pollen, Masturbation, Dirty Talk Summary: When he’d been given the news that Bucky had been dosed with something in a Hydra bunker, Sam had immediately thought of all the disastrous things it could’ve been. An aphrodisiac hadn’t been on that list. Word count/format: 1306

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Title: hey now you're an all star (Chapter 1) Creator(s): (HR)tftcw Link: ao3 Square: U4 - AU: Hockey Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky x Steve Rogers Warnings: Eating Disorder, Anxiety, Depression, Alcohol Abuse, Past Psychological Abuse Major tags: Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Pining, Found Family, Alternate Universe - No Powers Summary: Boston Bruins trade notorious party animal/human disaster Bucky Barnes to the Dallas Stars, and captain Steve Rogers is not impressed when Fury puts him on babysitting duties. But, as he gets to know Bucky - really gets to know Bucky - he wonders if maybe the media has got it all wrong - very, very wrong. Word count/format: 3418

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Title: 32557038 Creator(s): (HR)tftcw Link: ao3 Square: C5 - Dyin' Ain't so Bad Rating: Mature Ship(s): Bucky x Steve Rogers Warnings: Torture, Blood, Poisoning, Prisoner of War, Vomiting Major tags: AZZANO, Blood, Canon-Typical Violence, Whump Summary: A glimpse into Bucky's time in captivity after Azzano. Word count/format: 1573

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Title: 5 Times Bucky's "kindergarten teacher" Side Made an Appearance Creator(s): (HR)tftcw Link: ao3 Square: C4 - Kink: Brat Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky x Steve Warnings: N/A Major tags: Violence, Spanking Summary: "Let me get this straight,” Sam says with a skeptical look. “Hydra made the Winter Soldier an underground kindergarten teacher?” Or, how Bucky is terrifying even when living out nursery rhymes. Come to read this super not serious fic, stay for the amazing art from Kay. Word count/format: 2438

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Title: Starvation (Chapter 2) Creator(s): (HR)tftcw Link: ao3 Square: K4 - Kink: Held Down Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky x Sam Warnings: N/A Major tags: Sex Pollen, Deepthroating, Top Bucky Summary: When he’d been given the news that Bucky had been dosed with something in a Hydra bunker, Sam had immediately thought of all the disastrous things it could’ve been. An aphrodisiac hadn’t been on that list. Word count/format: 1901

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Title: Starvation (Chapter 3) Creator(s): (HR)tftcw Link: ao3 Square: K2 - Falcon Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky x Torres x Sam Warnings: N/A Major tags: Top Bucky, Threesome, Accidental Voyeurism Summary: When he’d been given the news that Bucky had been dosed with something in a Hydra bunker, Sam had immediately thought of all the disastrous things it could’ve been. An aphrodisiac hadn’t been on that list. Word count/format: 2077

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Title: Clint will do anything for that date, even be a Landscaper Creator(s): Rufferto Link: tumblr Square: B5 - Fix It Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky/Clint, Winterhawk Warnings: Alternate Universe, No Powers, Disabled Character Major tags: Disabled Character Summary: Clint accidentally gets himself roped into fixing the landscaping of his new neighbors to spite the Home Owners Association. Fixing it isn’t the problem, Clint can learn! The problem is he actually went there to date Bucky. Georgette the bulldog is a minor but very important character and must be included. Word count/format: art for an already written story on a03

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Title: The Not so Secret Admirer - Chapter 3: Cuddles & Fluff Creator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Link: ao3 Square: U1 - Fluff Rating: Mature Ship(s): Jame “Bucky” Barnes/Darcy Lewis Warnings: set up, secretiveness, No Nut November, sexual frustration, man tiddies Major tags: Avenger Tower, Canon divergence, Idiots in love, secret admirer, Jane is not awake yet, matchmaking, snowed in, Steve is relaxed, cuddling for warmth, fluff Summary: Bucky and Darcy woke up together after the power went out. Bucky’s room got cold while they slept. He had to build a fire before he could warm Darcy’s nose again with his manly tiddies. Word count/format: 1071

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Title: Midnight Ventures Creator(s): lillywillow Link: tumblr Square: B2 - December 16, 1991 Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/ Gender neutral reader Warnings: mild angst Major tags: Sleepwalking Summary: With the anniversary of the death of Tony’s parent, Bucky’s guilt manifests itself in a new way Word count/format: 1303

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Title: Snowball Fight - A Dating Trouble Two Shot - Chapter 2: Sweaters and Hot Chocolate Creator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Link: ao3 Square: Y4 - Zombie Rating: Teen Ship(s): James “Bucky” Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Warnings: polyamory, feelings, insecure Steve Major tags: Alternative Universe, Coffee Shop AU, Single Parent AU, No Power AU, snowball fight, Steve’s daughter Maggie, ugly Christmas sweaters, Hot Chocolate, Zombie fleas Summary: After an epic indoor snowball fight, Steve, Maggie, Bucky, and Darcy were about to have Hot Chocolate. The choice in ugly Christmas sweaters evokes feelings in Steve. He was not prepared for them, but Bucky and Darcy were there to help him. Word count/format: 1304

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Title: One Night in Asgard - Chapter 4: I was a Cat Creator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Link: ao3 Square: B3 - Changed into an Animal (swapped, formerly Angst) Rating: Teen Ship(s): James “Bucky” Barnes&Darcy Lewis, James “Bucky” Barnes/Loki Warnings: accidental marriage, turned into an animal Major tags: Bucky is married to Loki, Cat Bucky, Loki turned Bucky into a cat Summary: Bucky met up with Darcy after their marriages. Bucky told Darcy something that had her surprised. Word count/format: 100

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Title: One Night in Asgard - Chapter 5: How I Became a Cat Creator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Link: ao3 Square: Y5 - Animal Transformation Rating: Teen Ship(s): James “Bucky” Barnes/Loki Warnings: accidental marriage, turned into an animal Major tags: Bucky is married to Loki, Cat Bucky, Loki turned Bucky into a cat Summary: Bucky did something Loki didn’t like and got turned into an animal. Word count/format: 100

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Title: The Assignment (Chapter 6) Creator(s): scottxlogan Link: ao3 Square: K1 - Kink: Aftercare Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings: Sexual content, touch starved Major tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe – Bodyguard, Sexual Content, Age Difference, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Alcoholic Tony Stark , Howard Stark's A+ Parenting, Forbidden Love, Bodyguard Bucky Barnes, Bratty Tony Stark, Lust at First Sight, Dirty Talk, References to Drugs, Bad Boy Tony Stark, War Veteran Bucky Barnes, Hurt/Comfort, Touch-Starved, Light Spanking, Past Child Abuse Summary: Tony and Bucky's morning together brings them closer than ever until Steve calls to check in on Bucky's progress with Tony. Not one to be ignored, Tony takes matters into his own hands in proving to Bucky that he is the one that deserves Bucky's full attention. Armed and determined to recapture Bucky's focus, Tony pulls forth all the stops in a seduction attempt that leads to a surprising morning set on changing everything for Tony in ways he never anticipated moving forward. Word count/format: 10845

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Title: A Twist on Game Night Creator(s): LBibliophile Link: tumblr Square: Y2 - Poker night Rating: Gen Ship(s): Avengers team Warnings: na Major tags: Avengers family, Game Night, competitive!everyone, drabble Summary: The Avengers get a little too caught up in their latest Game Night challenge. Word count/format: 100

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Title: A Marked Improvement Creator(s): newtypeshadow Link: ao3 Square: U3 - AU: Royalty Rating: Mature Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Knives, Severed Heads Major tags: Soulmates AU, Royalty AU, Assassins & Hitmen, Banter, Meet Ugly Summary: The knife flinched away from Tony's throat. "Fuck," the assassin spat, sheathing it with frustration. "We can't kill him. He's our soulmate." Word count/format: 2713

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Title: Do You Believe In Dragons? Creator(s): newtypeshadow Link: ao3 Square: C2 - Mythological Creatures Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings: N/A Major tags: Drabble, Mythological Creatures, Established Relationship Summary: "There's no such thing as dragons," Bucky told Tony. Word count/format: 100

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Title: Bon Appetit Creator(s): lillywillow Link: tumblr Square: B5 - Takeout/ Pizza Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky/ Platonic Reader Warnings: None Major tags: Takeout Pizza Summary: After every team mission, it became a tradition to get takeout for everyone. Word count/format: 972

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Title: Alpine's Second Christmas (chapter 1) Creator(s): WC_ItalianRoast Link: ao3 Square: K1 - Alpine Rating: Gen Ship(s): Stucky Warnings: N/A Major tags: AU: no powers; AU: Soulmates: AU: coffee shops; write!bucky; alpine Summary: Writer!Bucky has writer's block; Alpine helps. Word count/format: 694

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Title: Alpine's Second Christmas (Chapter 2) Creator(s): WC_ItalianRoast Link: ao3 Square: Y1 - Steve Rogers Rating: Gen Ship(s): Stucky Warnings: n/a Major tags: AU: no powers; AU: Soulmates: AU: coffee shops; write!bucky; alpine Summary: Bucky and Steve trim their tree; Alpine helps. Word count/format: 725

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Title: The Red Woods Creator(s): startrekkingaroundasgard Link: tumblr Square: U2 - Fae Rating: Teen Ship(s): N/A Warnings: mind control Major tags: fae, fairytales, au, moodboard, graphic, edit, drabble Summary: Wandering through the Red Woods one day, Bucky came upon a trail of mushrooms... Word count/format: 150

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Title: Road Trip Creator(s): startrekkingaroundasgard Link: tumblr Square: Y4 - Road Trip Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Reader Warnings: gun mention, assassination mention Major tags: moodboard, graphic, edit, drabble, roadtrip, colleagues to lovers, romantic relationship Summary: Days alone on the twisting highway and secluded back roads provided the perfect chance to take the next step in your relationship with Bucky. Word count/format: 93 + moodboard

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Title: Home Again (Chapter 24) Creator(s): scottxlogan Link: ao3 Square: C3 - Free Square Rating: Mature Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings: Supernatural Elements, Canon-Typical Violence, References to Depression, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Blood Loss, Blood and Injury Major tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie)Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Adult Content, Explicit Language, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Blood and Injury, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark Summary: The team prepares for the Power Broker's auction as everyone is feeling the tension ahead of them. Bucky shares a conversation with Yelena before the team arrives in Madripoor and they are given their assignments on the road to finding the truth in what happened to Tony. Word count/format: 11125

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Title: Ace Nat Creator(s): nolanfa Link: tumblr Square: C1 - asexuality Rating: Gen Ship(s): Natasha Romanoff & Bucky Barnes Warnings: N/A Major tags: asexuality Summary: Nat and Bucky chilling Word count/format: 1 digital art (still image) + 444 words

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Title: Borrowing Trouble - Chapter 2 Creator(s): PoliZ Link: ao3 Square: B2 - Funeral Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Tony Warnings: Fake Dating, Grief/mourning Major tags: Modern No Powers AU, University AU, Roommates, Fake Dating, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Bucky POV Summary: Tony’s offer to accompany Bucky to his grandmother’s funeral as his fake boyfriend is both generous and dangerous. Word count/format: 1204

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Title: Reaching an Understanding Creator(s): PoliZ Link: ao3 Square: Adopted - Peggy Carter Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky & Peggy Warnings: none Major tags: CA:TFA Compliant, Missing Scene, POV Peggy Summary: The morning after Peggy's failed attempt to get Steve to dance with her, Sergeant Barnes comes looking for her to provide his perspective on the evening. They have what turns out to be an informative conversation. Word count/format: 665

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Title: Rules for the Fallen (chapter 2) Creator(s): WC_ItalianRoast Link: ao3 Square: K5 - Murder Strut Rating: Teen Ship(s): None Warnings: body modification, assassins Major tags: AU: Star Wars; body modification, Arc Reactor, Assassins, canon-typical violence Summary: Do you remember, back during the Clone Wars, when Kenobi and Skywalker had to stop Maul from stealing those kids Word count/format: 949

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Title: Missed You Creator(s): ruckystarnes Link: tumblr Square: B5 - Missing You Rating: Mature Ship(s): Bucky/Wanda Warnings: groping Major tags: heavy make-out session, groping, intimate touches, just fluff Summary: Bucky's home after a long mission. Word count/format: 568

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Title: Card Sharks Creator(s): PoliZ Link: ao3 Square: K1 - Thighs Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Steve/Natasha/Sam Warnings: gambling Major tags: Drabble, Strip Poker, Polyamory Negotiations, Pre-Slash Summary: In retrospect, Bucky realized that playing strip poker with his teammates had been a huge mistake. Word count/format: 100

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Title: Fanfic Creator(s): Metalbvcky Link: ao3 Square: C4 - Ghosting Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Steve/Bucky Warnings: Semi-Public Sex Major tags: Captain America Steve/Modern Bucky, Post Avengers 2012, Bottom Steve, Steve and the 21st Century, Sex Shop Owner Bucky Summary: Steve's sitting at the bar of a nightclub, sipping his drink, when he spots a man on the dance floor. His night turns out a little different than he expected. Word count/format: 5150

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Title: Fanfic Creator(s): Metalbvcky Link: ao3 Square: B3 - Takeout/Pizza Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Steve/Bucky Warnings: N/A Major tags: Captain America Steve/Modern Bucky, Post Avengers 2012, Bottom Steve, Steve and the 21st Century, Sex Shop Owner Bucky Summary: Steve goes to Bucky's place and they chat while eating takeout, though the food eventually goes cold due to distractions. Word count/format: 2430

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Title: Fanfic Creator(s): Metalbvcky Link: ao3 Square: C3 - Free Space Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Steve/Bucky Warnings: N/A Major tags: Captain America Steve/Modern Bucky, Post Avengers 2012, Bottom Steve, Steve and the 21st Century, Sex Shop Owner Bucky Summary: Steve and Bucky get to know each other intimately. Word count/format: 3130

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Title: Chapter Seven Creator(s): ruckystarnes Link: tumblr Square: Y1 - Smell Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky Barnes x OFC!Constance Warnings: n/a Major tags: fantasy dreaming, bickering, insinuated pining, swearing Summary: Constance wakes up with a hangover and Bucky makes her breakfast as the two try to decide how to handle what happened the night before Word count/format: 3445

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Title: Meet Me in the Pines Creator(s): ruckystarnes Link: tumblr Square: U3 - Medieval/Fantasy Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky Barnes x OFC Warnings: none Major tags: kisses, fluff Summary: Maeve gives James a note to meet her in the forest once dark has fallen. Word count/format: 2975

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