#FireFighter Bucky x reader

[shamrockqueen]

Inferno

Pairing : Firefighter Bucky x Reader

Warnings : Major accident, fire, mild smut, major loss, references to death, manipulation

Word count : 6195

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You always had so much fun at the fireman's festival each year. Even as you get older, it’s nice to see the kids running around and having fun like you once did. Nowadays, you sit and chat with the firemen's wives and older kids as you all eat together.

Your dad had been the fire chief for the last 5 years after serving the community for at least 15. He was a good, honest, and hardworking man, and to him and your two brothers he was your hero. All of the men and women he’s worked alongside have been family to both him and all of you.

You had been laughing at something with your mom when you decided to get up for more barbecue. The ribs were amazing every year, and you weren't gonna miss an opportunity to have seconds while the line was short. You stood behind about five people and waited for your turn when you felt a tap at your shoulder.

"Hey." His smile was bright and oh so inviting. His eyes were a cheerful blue, and his hair was a dark brunette that was combed up and nearly fluffy. He was handsome, but you had no idea who he was. Yet, you didn’t want to be impolite, so with your same sweet demeanor, you greeted him back with "Oh, hello."

"You’re Chuck’s daughter, right?"

"Uh, yeah. Do you know him?"

"Damn well should; he’s my boss now." He chuckled as the line moved up.

"Oh, are you a new recruit?" You asked as you stepped forward, and he followed a little too closely, yet his new proximity wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, as his shoulder brushed yours and he flashed that bright smile down at you, your heart started to beat a little faster.

"Graduated from the academy a couple weeks ago. I’m one of a couple new guys."

"Oh right, it’s nice to meet you...uh"

"James" he said as he extended his hand to yours, and you let him pull your little fingers into a firm shake before he continued with, "But you can call me Bucky."

His hands were strong and warm to the touch, making the heat from his fingers spread around your arm and up your neck.

"Will I be seeing you often enough to do that?"

You must have been blushing as you noticed his smile curling further up with satisfaction before he let your hand go and answered, "I hope so."

The line moved up again, and without fail, he inched closer until your back was almost touching his chest after you’d turned towards the line. When you looked back at him, his smile had started to fade as he looked out at the crowd. You matched his line of sight to see the gleaming bald head of your father breaking through the small sea of people. He seemed to be glaring between the two of you as he quickened his pace towards the line.

His goofy gray mustache was tilted in an unsavory direction as he came up to you and spoke with an odd sense of urgency. "Your mom needs you over by the picnic tables, sweetheart."

"Oh? But I was just there; I was gonna get.."

"I’ll get ya another plate; just go back to your mom, ok?"

"Uh, ok." You turned back to Bucky and bid him a goodbye before leaving the line to let your dad take your place.

When you make it back to the picnic tables and your mom says, "Hey sweetie, weren’t you getting something to eat?"

"Dad is grabbing me a plate; he said you needed me."

"I didn’t tell him I needed you."

"But he said..."

Your father walks past you before turning and handing you a plate full of saucy ribs, and you give him a brief "uh, thank you."

Your mother questioned him immediately upon his return.

"Chuck, what did you tell her?"

"Nothing..it’s just.." he turns towards you this time, "you don’t need to be around that young man."

"What?" You asked as your face scrunched with visible confusion.

"Charles!"

"Now, I mean it. There’s somethin not right about him." Your father said this as he sat down next to your mother.

"He’s like new; you'd barely know him." Your dad’s overly protective behavior was often exasperating, and you weren’t afraid to voice as much.

"My gut tells me there’s something off."

"Are you sure it wasn’t that second helping of potato salad?" Your mother said as she side-eyed your father.

"Don’t joke like that." He spoke back to her.

"I wasn’t entirely joking, George. You sound a little ridiculous." She said

"He sounds overly protective." You piped up before scooping up a bite of food.

He gives you both a glare. "I’m just doing what a dad needs to do."

You’ll only ever meet Bucky a handful of times after the fireman’s festival. He was always sweet, yet every time he had a chance to talk to you, your dad would often intervene and direct you in a different direction. If you took a second to look back at the other man, you’d see his smile would be gone and his jaw slightly clenched.

The two of you would become better acquainted after one fateful night. You would be awoken by the insistent beeping of a single smoke detector in the hall by your bedroom. In a matter of seconds, the entire space had been filled with smoke, and you were left on your bed struggling to breathe. You couldn't see any more than a few inches in front of you, and it was a miracle you hadn’t suffocated in your sleep.

A thick gloved hand broke through the black clouds and reached towards you, slipping under your shoulders as another slid under your knees. The gleam of the glass protector that covered your Savior's face was all you saw as you were carried out of the blazing building.

The fresh air hit unerringly hard as you were rushed out your front door directly towards the flashing lights of an ambulance. Your body was rocking in time with your Savior’s steps as they deposited you onto a gurney.

Their mask, once clear, was blackened over by ash after they had to burst out of the flames that ate away your home. Yet, even through the soot, a pair of piercing blue eyes could still be seen. The paramedics crowded around as the tether between you disappeared among the sea of uniformed people.

Your own eyes rolled away as the ambulance blurred into a mix of black sky and sterile metal walls. You wouldn’t open them again until you reached the hospital, where they’d treat your burns and later put you under observation. The few you had were small and would leave only mild scars behind, and at the very least you were thankful to be alive.

Waking up on your second day in the hospital, you didn’t say or see much, only watching the hospital staff as they periodically checked your status. You’d hoped to see your family, but there hadn’t been any sign of them.

It was a pleasant surprise when a nurse arrived to tell you that you had a visitor. The image of your parents popped into your head, only to vanish as your guest walked in.

"Bucky?"

You would have never expected to see him, especially since you’d only managed to speak to him a few times thus far.

"Hi doll. How are you feeling?" He asked with a bright and inviting smile. He had a bouquet of fresh yellow and white flowers with a pink bow twisted around a ‘get well soon’ tag.

"I'm alright. What brings you here? I haven’t seen you since…" Your memory was so fuzzy from all that had happened, but you didn’t need to finish your sentence as Bucky cleared his throat and continued it for you.

"Since the fire, we were all so thankful that I was lucky enough to pull you out on time."

He set the flower on the table beside you as he took a seat by the bed. Just as your shocked and painful face twisted when the tears pushed their way out into the company of this stranger before you could catch them, "I-I can’t thank you all enough that I’m even here right now."

"Hey.." He snatched a tissue from one of the counters out of your reach to dab at your wet cheeks. "It’s all a part of the job."

You nod, trying to shake the pain that started to knot inside your belly from finally taking in the reality of what happened. "Thank you, Bucky."

Another smile pulled back over his previously grim expression, but this one was much sadder than the first. "I came by to make sure you were doing better."

"I am doing a little better. They said the burns were minor and that they might let me out in a day or two. It’s nice that the boys at the station care so much." You can feel the tears dribble out again, but you don’t want to cry right now, so you try to force them back in.

"I’m sure my dad is beside himself."

He let out a short cough before addressing the new issue: "Actually, he..he went in to save you too, and he didn’t make it out. I’m sorry, but..here" He pulls his phone from his pocket and searches up the article that had already graced the local news.

The first image you see is a picture of your burning home, the next is a smiling snapshot of your dad, who had been pronounced dead not long after the incident, per the article.

This was the absolute worst way to find out that your dad had perished in that fire, while trying to save you no less. It’s a solid cinder block to the chest, and you can feel it sucking every ounce of oxygen out of the room.

Bucky is there beside you, arms wrapping around you as you gasp and sputter into his shoulder.

He was the only thing you could burrow into at this moment, until the thought of your mother crossed through the cloud of grief.

"Oh my god, my mom. Can I use your phone to call her, please?" Your nails dug into his shirt as you begged.

He picked up his phone from your lap, only to put it back in his back pocket.

"No, please." You pleaded as you grabbed his sleeve to keep him from taking it.

"It’s going to be alright; we were able to recover this." He reaches into his coat this time and hands you a plain black phone. Once you tilt it up, a familiar flowery background flashes over the screen.

It was a sight for the sorest of eyes to see your cell phone, and it’s even pristine so you could use it right away. You thank him over and over for saving you a new life line since you hadn’t spoken to your family since before the incident.

You tap in your code and find your mother's contact immediately before addressing your only visitor.

"I’m sorry, I just..I need to call her. Can you give me a minute, Bucky?"

"Of course." He said as he pushed up from his chair before leaving the room to let you use the phone. You clicked the green call button as soon as he left, listening with a heavy heart only to have it drop into your stomach when the call rang out into a ‘beep, beep, beep’.

You hung up and tried again, only to get the same busy tone. You tried again and again, until you couldn’t bring yourself to click the call button another time.

The room felt disgustingly silent as you squeezed the phone in your hand and choked out some fresh tears. When Bucky knocked at the door to check on you again, you just let him come back in.

"Any luck?" He asked as he sat back down beside you.

You could only shake your head before letting it fall back onto his shoulder again. He was right by your side, ready to hold you.

"It rang busy." You mumbled into his shirt.

"I’m sure she just has a lot on her plate with all that’s happened. The next time she’ll pick up, ok?" He grabs you some more tissues to help dry your tears as you nod and try to give him a reassuring smile to show that it will be better.

He stayed and chatted with you until visitation time was over. He leaned in and kissed the side of your head on the way out, saying, "I’ll be back tomorrow; hopefully you can get ahold of your family."

"Thank you, Bucky."

"It’s no problem, Doll." And with that, he left again to see to his own life, making the room depressingly quiet.

You tried to dial up your mom again, as well as a few other people, only to get similar results. There was either a busy signal or a disconnected number, and each failure to connect with someone left you more and more disheartened.

There was only one number you were able to get a hold of, and it was just the insurance company regarding your house, or at least what’s left of it. You had good insurance, and they assured you that damages would be covered in full, but with the cycle of bureaucracy, you wouldn’t see that check for a while.

Bucky came back the next day with a takeaway lunch for the both of you. Anything was better than the hospital food, and it was nice to have his company as you tried to figure things out.

Even though the damage to your body was minimal, your house was beyond repair. You didn’t have very many resources and hadn’t been able to get in touch with family, so you weren’t sure where you would be staying upon being discharged.

Upon hearing about your plight, Bucky leapt at the opportunity. "You can stay with me, just until you get this all figured out."

"I can’t do that to you; you barely know me." He was still a stranger, and you couldn’t bring yourself to burden him like this.

"Everyone at the station knows YOU, and so many of us care a great deal about you," he says, taking your shaking hand in his and pressing warmth into your skin as fresh tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Your dad was a good man, and I’m not about to let his daughter end up on the streets after something like this."

You stared up into those soothing blue eyes, like a calming lagoon, as they pulled you into a comfortable place.

"I can’t thank you enough, Bucky." You push forward on the bed and pull him into a tight hug. He embraces you back, pressing his palm to the small of your back as he buries his nose into the side of your hair.

There wouldn’t be anything to grab from the house; there was no house anymore. No clothes, no important documents—all of it was gone, and you’d have to rebuild from almost nothing. Thankfully, Bucky wouldn’t be far away to help you stand strong through the whole ordeal. He’s the only one who had visited you in the hospital over the past few days.

You’d often remember that whenever you thought to dial up your mother's number again. You didn’t bother pressing that little green call button anymore, not wanting to relive the disappointment of the call ringing busy again.

Bucky came back the next morning with a change of clothes, so you didn’t have to leave in a hospital gown. The underwear were granny panties at best, and it was accompanied by a plain sports bra. He would have had to guess your size, but everything seemed to fit alright.

The t-shirt was a v-neck in pink, paired with black workout pants, white socks, and a pair of sneakers. It was jarring that you truly had to start over so far behind that a man you barely knew had to buy you clothes just so you could leave a hospital.

This man had to be a saint for going this far out of his way for you.

By the time you were ushered into his car, you were thankful for the radio as it kept the creeping silence at bay as he drove you away. You’d been through a lot, and a little bit of music went a long way as he took you through unfamiliar neighborhoods to his home.

When he pulled into his driveway, he turned towards your somber presence. "Are you alright? I know a lot has happened.."

You shake your head and mumble, "No, I don’t think I’ll be alright for a while, but I’m so thankful for your help. I really am."

"It’s fine, really. I just want you to be safe." He gave you a sad smile before he clicked the door open and rounded the car to let you out.

His home was nice, painted a warm beige on the outside and decorated with white, navy, and black on the inside. He walked ahead of you with a plastic grocery bag of new clothes to last you a few days. You shut the door behind you and followed him to his guest room, where you'd be staying. It was another beautiful white and navy layout, with a bit of gray thrown in.

"This is it. Please, if you need anything, let me know." His voice was sincere, but his eyes seemed sad as he spoke.

"This is more than I could have asked for, Bucky. Thank you." You wanted to crawl into those navy sheets and never come out, yet a part of you longed to curl into his warm and inviting arms just as you did when he came to visit you in the hospital.

He seemed to read it on your face as his next move was to pull you into a hug from your side, and you felt some of the tension in your shoulders collapse.

When his arms loosened, he told you he wanted to let you get some sleep, and he left you to settle into the room. You sat at the foot of the bed and just took in your new surroundings. Beside you was the bag of clothes and amenities Bucky had left you. There was some soap, similar plain clothes, and even some tampons. Of the few practical things, there was a plain black dress, black dress shoes, and some black stockings.

He’d bought you clothes fit for a funeral, and indeed, those were their intended purposes. Your heart started to sink all over again as you stared into the bag.

In a way, it was a small overstep, but it was incredibly helpful. There was no way you had enough strength to buy a dress for a funeral you didn’t even know was already planned, so you were thankful that it was taken care of. Right now, you only wanted to sleep, as Bucky had suggested. So, you undid the bedding, crawled into the comfort of the guest bed, and waited for a sad slumber to take you.

Your nap continued on into the night and became restless sleep. The black void was deep and heavily fogged by smoke and ash. You waved through it as a faint pair of blue lights seemed to lead you down an endless path.

The lights would often blink on and off as they disappeared further and further ahead of you, leaving you to choke on the clouds of smoke. There was no more air left to breathe, and your vision blurred as ash surrounded you.

You awoke, coughing and sputtering as the dark room came into view. The thumping of footsteps could be heard down the hall as they drew closer to your room until their source ran into your doorway. Bucky flicked the bedside lamp on before pulling you into his arms, petting your hair, and shushing away all the bad memories.

His embrace was warm and safe. It’s the only place to welcome you, and you don’t want it to leave you. So, he stayed beside you until you fell asleep again and didn’t leave until the morning came. He found you still sleeping on his arm, and he almost couldn’t let you go.

He knew you needed him now, and that's exactly how he wanted it to be. To be there, sleeping beside you and making the bad dreams go away, was more than he could have asked for. It was all going according to plan.

He made sure to take good care of you throughout the next day since you had been in the hospital. The news about your father’s upcoming funeral was difficult to hear from someone you still barely knew, but after finding the mourning clothes among your new and only possessions, it wasn’t a total shock. It would be in the next 5 days, and 5 days too soon, but Bucky was still there for you.

Your family hasn’t spoken to you since the accident, and each day that ticked by without any word from neither your family nor your friends made your heart sink lower and lower.

The day of the funeral finally came, and the only reason you were able to show up was due to Bucky’s invitation. You weren’t even invited to your own father's funeral, a stab that cut deeper and deeper each day as it drew closer.

You barely remember the drive there, too far into the pit of your own thoughts as the trees in the windows flew by. Yet Bucky was still there for you, one hand on the wheel and the other tightly wrapped around yours.

The event was somber and gut-wrenching as multiple people suddenly started to fawn over you after well over a week of no contact. Bucky helped fend many of them off and wave away their prying questions. If they wanted to know if you were okay, they could’ve visited you in the hospital.

Your mother didn’t even look at you during the entire service, keeping silent with an air of resentment.

You never wanted any of this to happen, and you certainly wouldn’t have ever wanted to lose your father in exchange for your own life. To know that your mother stood across the room at his funeral, blaming you for his death, was heartbreaking. You didn’t know how much you could take by the time it was your turn to view his casket.

Bucky was right by your side during the whole service, not giving a single person a chance to speak to you for anything more than a few pleasantries. That was until you left him to say a final goodbye to your father's casket by yourself. This gave an old family friend an opportunity to talk to you.

"Hey." An older man called your name and prompted you to turn towards him in the line. Dave was an old friend of your father's, and you and his daughters were practically raised together.

"How is everything?" He asked. It was weird seeing him in such a somber light. "Everything is being taken care of."

You simply nod, giving a weak “yes.”

"Getting back on your feet well enough, cause you know if you ever need anything, me and the missus wanna be there for ya."

"Thank you, but Bucky has been a big help since I left the hospital." You nodded in the younger man's direction as you spoke to Dave. He turned to see Bucky staring at the both of you with sharp eyes before clearing his throat and speaking again.

"I see. You know your mom has been worried sick; she’s been wondering why you haven’t called her."

The second he said that, your blood started to boil. The amount of heartache that woman gave you after dodging your calls made you sick to your stomach.

"Call her? I’ve been trying to call her since I was in the hospital. She hasn’t picked up the phone." You started to raise your voice a little, drawing unwanted attention to yourself. Just as you try to take a deep breath to calm down, Bucky crosses the room to place his warm hand on the small of your back and steady you.

"It’s gonna to be alright, doll." He turns and addresses the older man with, "Can you not hound her right now? She just lost her father."

Bucky was given a sour and untrusting look from the older man before he walked away. Bucky instead stayed by your side in the line, massaging circles into your shoulder with his thumb as he turned you back towards the casket so you could pay your final respects.

Service ended shortly after, and Bucky quickly corralled you towards the car and took you home after helping you into the vehicle.

You’d held your tears in as best as you could today, not wanting to give any of them the satisfaction of seeing you cry after they’d all abandoned you, but when the car pulled away and it was only Bucky and yourself, they started to spill out over your cheeks.

You never in your life thought your mother would treat you like this, and it made your stomach twist with growing guilt.

"Maybe it is my fault..that he’s gone."

Bucky was quick to stop you, wiping a tear from your cheek and giving you reassurance. "Don’t say that. None of this is your fault."

The car pulled to a stop at the shoulder of the road so he could better address your downward spiral.

"Never blame yourself for this! Everyone just needs time to cope, but none of us would have wanted you to die in that fire. Especially not your dad."

You felt as if you could throw yourself over the center console to bury your face in his chest like you had for the past week. He provided a dark and safe place, holding you tightly together when you started to break. But, your tears were soon halted by the abrupt feeling of his hand pressing against the top of your thigh.

It didn’t feel inappropriate at the time; it was only a little shocking and slightly heartwarming. In the moment, it felt as if he was anchoring you, yet you still held your breath as you felt his warm palm through the fabric of your stocking.

You wait a second or two before you place your hand over top of his whispering a sad "Thank you, Bucky."

He leans in to wipe a tear from your cheek with his thumb as he whispers back, "It's the least I could do. I want to be there for you, doll."

He leaned in so that his face was in line with yours, and he matched your gaze, pouring his blue eyes into you. You didn’t register the space between the two of you closing until the shock of lips pressing against yours shook you from your fear and pain. Your eyelids only dipped instead of closing all the way as he stole the air from your very lungs.

You’re somewhat startled and a little shaken, but after he pulled away with the sound of your lips slowly breaking apart, you didn’t stop him from stealing another and then another until you were lightheaded in his hands.

When he pulls away from you, your head is left to sway as you slump back into his seat. Another small tear pricks at the corner of your eye as you take in a sharp breath. The longer the ride, the more suffocating the car became, and oddly, the only tether you had that kept you from slipping into the flood of emotions was his hand still pressed to your thigh.

You had been vulnerable, and he took advantage of that, but at the time you found him too comforting to push his advances away.

The rest of the ride was quiet, and upon your return to his house, he let you scurry back to the guest room to bury yourself in the bed for a night of restless sleep. Smoke and fire plagued your dreams again that night. Bodiless hands reach towards you in the flames. Yet, they don’t save you; instead, they hold you down until the fire eats you.

You wake, screaming out into the dark room, to find actual hands trying to steady you in the bed. Bucky was there, trying to help wake you from your restless sleep.

"It’s ok! It’s ok. You're safe here." He started to carefully rock you back and forth once you stopped flailing your body. You curled into his hold, digging your nails into his soft T-shirt as you shakingly cried into his shoulder.

He laid you back into the bed, repeating the words "you’re safe here" as he pressed his lips to your damp forehead and weaved his fingers into your hair.

You nuzzled into his chest as you tried to catch your breath, and you could feel his arms tightening around your body.

He left a few lingering pecks from your hair to the top of your forehead, whispering, "I’ve got you, doll, just let me take care of you" as they migrated to your cheek. And it worked; it melted the tension in your body. That is, until his lips steal over to yours to lock them in another kiss. This time it was more of a shock than when it had happened in the car, and your eyes flew open as he weakly tried to push him off of you.

You had no strength left, both physically and emotionally. You end up letting him take advantage of you, making love to you in the night. His hands were the first to wander through your body, desperate for you to accept them.

His fingers pressed into the T-shirt you'd worn to bed in the absence of pajamas, pulling it upward to expose your silly skin to his hungry eyes and wanted hands.

Those same hands feel as if they are all over your body as that same reassuring voice grounds you.

"This is what you needed, doll." Let me help you. Let me put you back together." His sweet tone becomes low and rough as his teeth start to dig into your skin as he nips at your neck.

His fingers hooked onto the end of those plain cotton panties he’d bought you before dragging them over the side of your hip. You stop fighting, wanting instead to find that comforting part of him. So, as the uncomfortable cotton fabric is pulled from your hips, you lift them so he can easily drag them down your legs.

Soon all that covered you from him was pulled away, and he quickly followed suit before letting his fingers slip over your stomach and towards your pink folds to delve into your sensitive core.

He’s hard and hot as he presses his member to your thigh, guiding himself into your tight channel with a heavy, satisfied sigh. He’s gentle at first, caressing and softly kissing your skin as he drags his cock along your inner walls. But, soon his touch is heavier, digging into the soft fat of your thighs and grazing his teeth along your neck as he gradually pumped himself in and out of your open flower.

It’s enough to make your head ache and your vision fuzzy as he pulls you apart with his bare hands. His body had engulfed you, becoming the only thing you could breathe in for fear of suffocating without him.

You let yourself be engulfed by him, lulled by the deep blue of his eyes as you ran your fingers through his dark hair. You wanted the distraction; you wanted his warmth, but you didn’t know if you wanted this, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him from pulling the pleasure from your body.

You turned your head to bury it in his bare shoulder as cock stirred your core into an unanticipated frenzy, pushing a wail from your chest that came out muffled against his skin. He wasn’t nearly done yet, and it seemed to go on for the rest of the night as he twisted and snapped a tightened spring within your belly until he spilled into you with a heavy sigh he breathed through tightly closed teeth.

You slept better that night than you had any other, and it would go on to become a nightly ritual for the remainder of your time spent at his home. Your waking days felt haunted, but you feared that without his presence, you’d wilt beneath the weight life had left on your shoulders.

Everything seemed to fade away in the wake of Bucky’s increasingly large presence in your life.

Your family was the first to go, as all contact between you had been severed by an unseen hand. The second would be your job, as after many days away and being unable to reach you, they were forced to let you go.

At some point, Bucky decided that a move for the both of you was what was best. You don’t recall exactly when your lives became so entangled, but you didn’t fight the change, as it felt right to start over with someone that you felt cared for you.

You have such little pushback against all of this. The brief stay at his home, once meant to help you get back on your feet, turned into a permanent residence in his bedroom. It was bizarre to have so slowly and yet so abruptly turned into someone's domestic partner, as if that would be your new identity.

This facade would eventually fall when you helped unpack after a lengthy drive all the way to New York, where Bucky had gotten his new job. You found a small box tucked away with his clothes. Upon opening it, you found items that didn’t seem to belong to him.

Inside the small shoebox were photos and mementos from your old home that you thought had perished in the fire. Pictures of your family and childhood, your birth certificate, social security card, and ID. All of which were tucked away in Bucky’s personal effects.

You nearly battled down the stairs as you ran through the house.

"What is this?" You could barely speak as each word caught in the back of your throat.

He looked at the box in your arms but didn’t answer, instead ignoring the question to place a bowl on one of the shelves.

"Answer me, Bucky!" You forced it out as loud as you could to echo off the walls and windows.

"I think you already know what all of that is."

"But..why do you have it? I thought.."

"Thought what? They burned up? No, I made sure to recover a few personal items before the fire started."

You choked on the air and listened to him unfold a terrible tale. He’d never spoken to you this harshly before, and it made the hair stand up on your arms.

"Before it started? Did you burn down my house?"

"I did what had to be done so we could get closer to one another."

"MY FATHER DIED IN THAT FIRE!"

"Now that was unintentional." Or was it?

"Why did you keep these if you didn’t want to get caught?"

He just shrugged before leaning against the kitchen counter before answering. "It just seemed like it would be something our children could have after we’re gone."

"Our children?" You nearly choked on the very words, your stomach twisting with disgust and fear. You almost felt as if you could wretch at his feet from the sickness building in your belly. It’s a slap in the face to really see how far he plans to go and what he did to get here.

"What is wrong with you?" You bit out at him.

"I think it’s time to go to bed; clearly you're tired." He grabs at your wrist only to have you yank it away and growl out, "Don’t touch me!"

His eyes narrowed, and his smile fell, giving him a more dangerous demeanor. "What now, then?"

"Where do you think you’re going to run?" His voice was barely a shout, but it still stung to hear it because he was right. You had no bridges left to run to, and the realization made everything spill right out.

“You don’t have anyone anymore.” His voice was soft and yet menacing, as if he spoke to you like a little mouse stuck in his maze.

He still reaches for you to wipe your tears away, saying "But, you have me, and only me." His voice will be dipped in this sickly, sweet poison that he’s been feeding you for so long. "That’s all you ever have."

The less you knew the better it was to accept this. You’d re-hide the box and leave it as a false memory at the back of your mind. You wouldn’t ask about it, nor would you ask about all the numbers in your phone being wrong after finally checking your contacts more thoroughly. It was all too late.

You couldn’t bear started over again.

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This took me so long to do with my job becoming increasingly busy, and losing half of it in the proofreading machine. I’m am so glad I got this out but I wish I could have finished sooner.

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[redwing4life]

ASHES TO EMBERS MASTERLIST

PAIRING: Firefighter!Neighbor!Bucky x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Night terrors (bucky), copious amounts of fluff, angst if you don’t search too hard for it, smut, firefighter bucky is a warning in itself

SUMMARY: When an unfortunate event forces you to confront the crush you’ve had on your neighbour since you moved in, you learn that Bucky knows you better than you know yourself. As the two of you grow closer, how does he deal with his past without pushing you away.

CHAPTERS: 5 - Ongoing

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ONE: Forgotten Alarms

WARNINGS: Mentions of night terrors, trapped in small spaces, brief mention of reader being worried about bucky holding her weight, nothing else other than bucky being cute af

SUMMARY: When you get stuck in an elevator with your neighbour (who also happens to be your crush), you discover your interest in the firefighter isn’t as one-sided as you thought.

TWO: Shadows

WARNINGS: Fluff, talk about night terrors, ALPINEEE, reader continues to be oblivious, bucky being a flirt

SUMMARY: After yesterday’s elevator fiasco, you’re left with the guilt of overstepping in Bucky’s business. He could barely look at you when you went to the firehouse to thank the crew, so it’s fair to say you’re surprised when he turns up at the cafe you work at.

THREE: For You

WARNINGS: Mention of night terrors, Bucky being upset, fluff, flashbacks containing the death of a child, plenty of unholy thoughts, half naked bucky, dirty talk???, sexual tension, please let me know if i’ve missed something!!!

SUMMARY: You find Bucky at his most vulnerable when he’s sent home from work at 2 in the morning. While doing everything you can to comfort him, you realise you’re falling for him.

FOUR:

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[world-of-aus]

Mr. Right?

Pairing: Firefighter! Bucky x Paramedic! Reader

Warning: tad bit of insecurities, fluff, flirting.

Author's Note: My favorite menace to society is back and he's on a date <3

“Y/n the more you fuss over yourself in the mirror, the more you’re going to pick apart that outfit till you discard it like the first five, will you just get your shoes on already, you said you’d meet him at the bar and grill by 8.”  

Your eyes meet Wanda’s in the mirror, “but are you sure it’s not too much, maybe a jacket will help?” you question going back to looking at the outfit she had helped you choose for tonight. 

Your coworker turned best friend laughs watching you smooth over the dress once more, fingers picking at the ruffles hanging off your shoulders as if to fix them, “y/n you could show up in uniform and that man would have hearts in his eyes, but if throwing a jacket over it will help you feel better do it.” 

You lean over plucking the discarded denim jacket from the chair you had flung it on earlier. You slip it on doing a once over in the mirror, “don’t you dare,” Wanda chides removing herself from your bed, “you look beautiful.” She says sliding up behind you to smoothe over your arms, chin hooking on your shoulder as your eyes meet in the mirror, “talk to me.” 

“I don’t know wands.” 

She gives you a look, you sigh, “I just don’t understand why me? He could have anyone he wants, women literally throw themselves at him for just a sliver of his attention, so why me?” 

Your friend hums thoughtfully, “why not you? What makes those women so special that you can’t even begin to consider yourself part of them. They’re no different than you. So why can’t he want you, why must he want someone else when he’s clearly showing interest in you. He didn’t ask those women who throw themselves at his feet out tonight, he asked you. So, enjoy it, let yourself be the object of his desires, and hey if all goes wrong it’s one date, just one.” 

Your friend was right and despite your insecurities getting the better of you where a man as good looking, charming, and well-rounded as Bucky Barnes was involved, you would let yourself enjoy tonight, it was one date, and whether it went beyond just one well you’d wait to see how the night played out. 

You had arrived a few minutes earlier than your agreed on time, the waitress walking you over to your favorite booth with a promise to be back shortly. You sent out a quick text to Bucky letting him know you already grabbed the two of you a booth and where to look for you. Placing your phone down next to you, you pick up the drink menu, browsing their various selection. You're flipping to the second page when a hand on your back draws your eyes up, your heart leaps to your throat.  

There’s a grin on his lips, “Hey there sweetheart I’m Mr. Right, someone said you were looking for me? 

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of your chest, as you move out of the booth to give him a proper greeting. “Well I’m here aren't I?” 

Bucky chuckles, his arm slipping around your waist leaving a trail of warmth as he pulls you in close, his lips finding your cheek. “You look beautiful tonight, thank you for coming.” 

He takes the spot across from you after helping you slip back into your side, both of you going grabbing a menu, “do you know what you want?” you question hoping to kick start a conversation. 

“You.” 

Heat slams into your face, your hands slowly bringing down the menu you hide behind, a cheeky smile awaits you, “I don’t think that’s on the menu.” 

He licks over his lower lip, “but I’m looking right at it.” 

You let out a choked noise hiding behind your menu, his laughter music to your ears, you bring it down slowly daring yourself to meet his eyes, “you know I think I'm beginning to understand why your charm works so well on other women.” 

He leans forward, elbows supporting him as he uses his fingers to drop your menu lower, “while it might work on other women, the only woman I care to know it’s working on is sitting right in front of me.” 

He’s rendered you speechless, the waitress saving you from what you're sure would have been a poor attempt at a comeback. She picks up your saving grace – the menu as she finishes jotting down your orders promising to return shortly.  

As much as Bucky would love to fluster you further, he wants to hear about you, your workday, what you like to do on your spare time, he wants to know you. So he asks you questions, listens, soaks in however much information of yourself you’re willing to give him, and in kind you do the same. Conversation flowing easily between the two of you, time passing though you two are frozen in the moment. 

The conversation doesn’t stop when your plates arrive, nor after the waitress has picked them up leaving the bill as she goes, “take your time,” she adds before disappearing. He’s got his fingers around the receipt before you can even attempt to grab it yourself, “put your purse away sweetheart,” he chuckles reaching for the wallet tucked away in his jeans, “I asked you on this date, I'll let you get the next one.” He says as he slips from the booth, offering you his arm as he guides you to the front to close the bill. 

He’s been a gentleman the whole night, your worries from earlier completely vanished as he walks you to your vehicle. “Thank you for tonight,” you say leaning against the door of your car, “I had a really nice time with you.” 

He drinks you in, “what?” you laugh warmth flooding your cheeks under his intense gaze, “I think you’ve got something in your eye – oh wait, its just a sparkle.” Your hand stops midstride to your face to swat at his arm instead, an opportunity he takes to pull you closer.  

You can feel his laughter, your own mingling with his, as you look up at him, “How soon is to soon?” 

Your brows furrow, “what?” 

He pulls you closer, “yeah, how soon is to soon for me to ask for another date?” 

Your hand finds his chest, “why don’t you find out?” 

He groans though there's a grin kissing his lips, he steals your breath when his head finds yours, if you thought his gaze was intense then having him this close is no match, “I know you said only one date Barnes, but I’ve had a really nice time with you tonight, such a nice night that I would really love to do it again, whaddya say sweetheart, will you let me take you out again?” 

Through your laughter at his poor attempt of mimicking you, you give him his answer. 

‘Yes.’ 

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

How about if Bucky was a police detective or a firefighter and ps!reader was like a baker or a nurse and she either Mets in the ER or her bakery and Bucky has like a girlfriend or someone he’s “talking” to and the someone notices that he goes in to the reader’s job more than usual and the girlfriend then goes to her job and says all this stuff but in the end Bucky and ps!reader end up together. Sorry for the rambling!!! 😅

༉‧₊˚. 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

― pairing: firefighter!bucky barnes x plus size!reader

― summary: falling for your avid customer bucky was never in the cards, but when a woman comes storming into your store calling you names, you began to think that he's not who he says he is.

― warnings: bullying, fat shaming, jealousy, hurt/comfort, stalking, mentions of stalking situations, angst, fluff, suggestiveness at the end, flirty bucky, angst with a happy ending.

― wc: 1482

⋆ a/n: thank you so much for this request! it was nice to work on an alternative universe fic, especially firefighter bucky!

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"Good morning sweetness!" Bucky greeted over the sound of your bell hitting the door. You flushed, rolling your eyes as you smiled shyly from behind the counter, brushing some flour off of your hands and onto your apron as you exited the kitchen. "Morning Buck. Same as usual?" He leaned on the glass casings of cupcakes, cakes, cake pops, and other assorted baked treats. Usually, you'd scold customers for dirtying up the glass, but when it came to Bucky, you didn't care.

Bucky was a firefighter with a particular sweet tooth, practically showing up to your establishment almost every day. He was very flirtatious, and heavy on the nicknames as he watched you carefully. At first, the nicknames irritated you, because you thought it was just another man abusing the power of his occupation to catcall a woman, but you saw how kind he was, sometimes even bringing his coworkers Steve & Sam with him. You began to appreciate his arrival, even anticipating his visits whenever you heard the bell sing its similar song.

"So, Doll. I was thinking that maybe you and me could go out to dinner tomorrow night." Butterflies fluttered inside of your stomach at his words, raising an eyebrow as you tried to play your shock off. "Are you asking me out on a date, James?" His grin grew wider as you referred to him as his actual name. "Would that be a problem if I was?" You reached into the casing, pulling out his three chocolate chip cookies he always gets. You knew they for himself, Sam, and Steve. Your heart grew at the selfless act.

"I suppose it wouldn't," You said with faux non-chalance, "Just name the time and place." As you handed him the little baggie full of goodies, you couldn't stop staring at each other with lovesick smiles, even as he left, you burning holes into his muscular back. It was always nice to be able to finish off the day with a smile.

The next day at work seemed to go by too slow for your liking, constantly checking the clock on the wall as you rung customers up.

"Looks like you have somewhere you're eager to be." Your best friend Wanda teased. You rolled your eyes, a tiny grin on your face as you shrugged. "Who knows?" You said playfully. Wanda nudged you with her shoulder, giggling as you feigned annoyance.

Your giggling was cut short by your door hitting the wall, a furious looking woman storming in.

"Which one of you is _______?!" She all but screeched. Your eyes were wide as Wanda rested a hand on your shoulder, giving you a look of concern. "It's okay Wands," You whispered to her, "I got this." Putting on a kind smile, you walked from behind the counter to greet her. This wasn't the first time you had angry customers, but you were always able to calm them down, even coming to an agreement of a refund.

"That's me!" You said with fake enthusiasm. "What can I do for you?" You asked. She just rolled her eyes; her body close to yours as she eyed you up and down. "Stay away from James you fat freak." You could hear gasps come from your customers as your heart fell into your stomach. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean." You said nervously, bile feeling like it was about to rise in the back of your throat.

"What I mean is that he's mine. So, I don't know what you think you're doing flirting with him, but it's got to stop. Now. I'm his girlfriend, and if I ever see you snooping around him ever again, there's going to be some problems." As she stepped closer, you stepped back. "And it's not like he'd ever go for someone as big as you are anyways. Even though he's a firefighter doesn't mean he deals with zoo animals too." She then plastered on a condescending smile. "So, he won't be coming back here anymore. Toodles." With that, she exited out of the store, leaving you standing there utterly humiliated as you tried to wrap your head around what just happened.

Why didn't you say anything? What was she talking about? Bucky had a girlfriend? There were all of these questions swirling in your minds as you felt Wanda's gently hand on your body once more, what she was saying falling on completely deaf ears as you stared at the glass door with your company name on it blankly. All you could do was turn your head to face her with a watery smile. "It's okay, Wands. I'm fine." Despite your words, you disappeared back into the kitchen where you allowed your tears to fall.

You stopped looking at the time, tending to the people that chose to sit in the booths, the college kids that always had study groups there. You knew Bucky was probably waiting for you, but you couldn't find it within your broken heart to care. You had no idea that he was a cheater, the cute — and what you thought was harmless — firefighter turned out to be a total prick. Maybe you got too hopeful. You fell into dark thoughts, ones that you hadn't dwelled on since you were in high school.

You closed up by yourself, bidding Wanda a fruitless goodbye as she held you in her embrace, whispering words of affirmation and encouragement into your ear. Wanda was a good person, the only one that could probably help pull you back from wherever you were falling from.

You were bent over wiping a table when you heard that familiar jingle.

"Sorry, but we're closed," You said, "Come back tomorrow! We open early in the morning." But the door never closed, the bracing breezes brushing up against the naked skin of your arms that your work shirt didn't cover. "I think I already know that." Bucky sounded from behind you. Your whole body froze, your grip on the wet rag tensing as you didn't even bother to look behind you.

"Go away, James." You said coldly. "No." You scoffed and finally turned around. He looked nice, clean shaven, his hair even styled when it was usually always out of place. He dressed up for you.

"I don't go dates with cheaters." You said simply. That made his eyebrows furrow. "Cheater? Doll, I'm single." That made anger bubble deep inside of you. "Oh trust me, I know you're not, because your psycho girlfriend came in my store and humiliated me in front of everyone!" Then, a look of understanding overtook his face, along with one of frustration.

"Goddamn it," Bucky groaned, "Fuckin' Dot." He walked up to you, taking one of your hands in his. You wanted to pull away from him, but the way his callused and worked fingers gripped yours was enchanting. "Baby, that woman... she's—" He gulped. He looked almost anxious. "She's an ex of mine. I broke it off with her and she went psycho. At first, I thought she could just leave me alone, but then... but then she started to stalk me, so I had to get a restraining order against her. It had recently just expired. I figured she had started stalking me again, but I hadn't expected her to be this... to be this bold." He ended with a sigh.

"I'm sorry, _____. I really am. I'm sorry she did that to you, you didn't deserve it. You didn't deserve to be dragged into my shit." You shook your head softly, raising a hand so that it could rest on his now stubble free cheek. "Yes, I didn't deserve it, but you didn't either, Buck. I wish you would have told me about this, yeah, but I understand why you didn't. You wouldn't have scared me away because... because I wanna be with you, and I was really fucking excited when you asked me to go on a date with you." Your thumb caressed his cheek.

He looked at you through his eyelashes, large palms hesitantly landing on your waist, giving you an out to pull away if the gesture made you too uncomfortable. It didn't, instead, it heated up your body, a pleasant warmth settling in your gut at the feeling.

"I would still be willing to go on that date, if you want." You asked. You were scared that he would say no, you did stand him up after all. "Well, the restaurant is closed, but I'm pretty sure that Chinese place is still open. We could order in and watch tv at my place?" You raised an eyebrow at him, smirking. "You're not trying to get me alone so you can get in my pants, are ya, Buck?" You asked playfully. He only chuckled, leaning his head down and brushing his lips against yours.

"It all depends on how you want this night to go."

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hey! Hope you're having a good day!

i was wondering if you can mack a masterlist for bucky x female neighbor?

Neighbor!Bucky

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EVERYBODY should have a bucky barnes as their neighbor

ONESHOT

Next door neighbor by @buckylattes

Your next door neighbor, Bucky, has been trying to get your attention for a while now, but he fears that he’s taken the whole situation the wrong way. Will you ever give him a chance?

cookies, kisses and such by @stevebabey

All This Time by @jobean12-blog

When you finally meet your new neighbor you can tell you’re going to have a difficult time staying away from him, even though you should.

Bribe the Super by @real-jane

You have a very hot neighbor. He happens to think the same of you.

What Are Friends For? by @gogolucky13

When you threaten to swear off men for good after your last bad date, your neighbor and friend offers to help change your mind.

Day After Tomorrow by @buckyarchives

enhanced hearing is both a blessing and a curse. eavesdropping, loud music, footsteps and when your sweet neighbor has been coughing her pretty head off all day.

do i even have a chance? by @noceurous

you’ve found him and he was sure he didn’t have a chance

just a dream by @itsmeatballworld

Bucky and reader are neighbors in Brooklyn. When reader has a spicy dream about the broody man, it sets off a series of events that ignites something in both of them.

mutual by @buckycuddlebuddy

the windows you were sharing were belong to your bedrooms, and ─okay, it was wrong, bucky knew this but he was only human ─ you sometimes left your curtains open.

valentine by @softlyspector

You're Bucky's neighbor, Bucky is your secret admirer. Valentine's day and a potential date forces him to act.

Foolish Heart by @jadedvibes

You thought Bucky would never want to settle down, but it turns out you were very wrong.

A Very Special Recipe by @straywords

You’re feeling adventurous in the kitchen and your sinfully attractive neighbor has just the ingredient you need for that unique experiment.

Secret Admirer by @bxcketbarnes

Sneaky by @imagine-docx

Being neighbours with a cute boy has some perks. Also, Sam is being the best wingman (no pun intended) he possibly could.

see through by @buckys-black-dress

where bucky's your inconsiderate neighbor, but he's a frequent flyer at the coffee shop where you work, and you're determined to get on his good side.

Gentle Giant by @touchstarvedirl

You and your neighbor Bucky have will we, won’t we thing going on and you devise a plan to get him to tell you how he feels. It doesn’t go according to plan, or does it?

Neighborly by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

living in the apartment down the hall from Bucky Barnes is definitely not what you expected-and you definitely didn’t expect him to show up bleeding at your door.

blame it in the neighbors by @nev3rfound

having recently moved in next door, you and bucky become fast friends. however, there’s something looming between the two of you and it comes to light when it’s revealed you’re in the hospital.

Can’t Hurt Me by @sweetbbarnes

You're the one that takes care of Bucky after missions, only this time he asks for a different kind of relief.

SERIES

new neighbor by @alisonsfics

being bucky's next door neighbor and slowly getting to know each other and falling in love?

Paper Walls by @writingcroissant

 Your apartment happens to be right next to Bucky's, heads only separated by a paper-thin wall, leading to you witnessing every second of his nightmares. Although, bonding over your late night conversations, you seem to forget that you never even saw him before.

Time after Time by @justsomebucky

When the reader’s parents divorce, her mother moves her to a new town, right next door to Bucky Barnes. This is their love story.

Hey Neighbor by @moonbeambucky

You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right... that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

Teardrops on Lashes by @delicatelyherdreams

After the Chitauri invaded New York and nearly ended your life, you moved to Bucharest to get away from the superhero stuff. You simply wanted an uneventful, ordinary life. But when a stranger moves into the apartment next to yours, you begin to question those aspirations and choose to risk it all for love.

A Friendly Wager by @justsomebucky

Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Come Over by @moonstruckbucky

You’re new to New York City. Fresh out of post-grad and wanting a change of pace, and this change comes in more ways than one. 

Keeping Me Up by @writing-for-marvel

When Bucky moves in next door, you seem to get much less sleep than when your previous neighbour lived in apartment 4a.

[metalbuckaroo]

KINKTOBER DAY 3: SOMNO

Summary// Bucky harsh hours always leave him with a longing that needs satiated

Warnings// smut, somno, use of nickname- peach, cursing, unprotected sex, established relationship

AU// Firefighter!Bucky x F!Reader

Note// summary sucks like always, but that’s nothing new for me 😂

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Early morning, late night- Bucky didn’t care what you wanted to call it as he drug his feet out of the station at 3:28am.

All he cared about was being home for the next two days. His three day shift finally coming to an end and the plush bed that held you in it waiting for him.

Shedding his uniform the moment he walked through the front door, he peaked into the bedroom where you slept soundly. Carefully making his way into the bedroom and peeling back the thick comforter to slip into bed. Placing himself over your sleeping form as slowly as he could as to not wake you. Not yet at least.

He remembered the conversation the two of you had about his harsh hours as he caressed your soft skin. Knuckles dragging along your upper arm, remembering he was allowed to take what he wanted and needed whenever he pleased. You said so yourself when you’d caught him fisting over himself to a photo of you in the living room one night when he’d just gotten home.

Even in your sleeping state, you seemed to acknowledge his presence. Shifting to your back and legs falling open, the sight of you so inviting as he gently glided his hands along your legs.

Up your calves and to the soft thighs he just wanted to bury his head between and stay there for the next 48 hours. Feasting on your sweet nectar like a starved man until you begged for him to stop.

The throb of his cock started to become unbearable when he cautiously drug your underwear down. Folds glistening with arousal and calling out for him to devour, clit swollen and needing attention as his tongue swiped over his bottom lip. Skin heating at the thought of filling you until your warm walls spasmed around him.

“Oh, peach. Dreamin’ ‘bout me?” He whispered, fore finger and thumb spreading your slit to have a better view of how needy you were as he pulled the front of his briefs down. Your breath hitching when his swollen tip nudged your clit.

“Buck…” you breathed out, his eyes flitting to your face to see you were still sound asleep. Your slick letting him slip in with little effort.

“‘M right here, baby. Just relax.” Bucky said only a little louder. Gradually pushing in every inch of his cock to soak in the feel of your cunt stretching around him. Accepting everything he had to offer with a relieved sigh as his bionic left hand gingerly lifted the shirt of his that you wore, baring your chest to him.

Buried to the hilt, he slowly pulled out. Watching as your cunt clamped around him as if it were trying to pull him back in, fingers dancing over the supple flesh of your breasts. Tweaking your pebbled buds as he kept a slow pace and pushed back in until his skin was flush to yours.

“Fuck, peach. Drive me crazy.” He huffed out, an almost inaudible whimper passing your lips. Every roll of his hips bringing another pleasured sound from you as his rhythm gradually increased until you were wide eyed and reaching out for him. Your back arching from the mattress and hands gripping onto whatever part of him they could find.

“Bucky- oh, god- please- don’t stop-“ you keened, a proud grin spreading across his sharp features. Angling his hips to fuck into the rough patch that sent you over the edge, your nails curling into the skin of his thigh bringing a pleasurable sting as your mouth fell open in a silent cry.

His lips crashed to yours, twitch of his cock not registering with you as he spilled into you. Slowing the rock of his hips and slipping out of you despite the whine that muffled against his lips.

Letting out a content sigh as your arms went loosely around his neck and ankles hooked at the base of his back, Bucky grazed his lips against your jaw. Satiated and exhausted as he let a little bit of his weight rest on you. “I’m fucking addicted to you, peach.”

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HEAT OF THE MOMENT (AU masterlist)

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FEATURED PAIRINGS — Fire Chief!Ari Levinson x Reader / Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Reader / Firefighter!Jake Jensen x Reader / Small!Firefighter!Steve Rogers x Reader / Fire Marshal!Frank Adler x Reader / Firefighter!Loki Laufeyson x Reader / Firefighter!Lloyd Hansen x Reader / Firefighter!Thor Odinson x Reader / Firefighter!Pietro Maximoff x Reader AU INTRO — The local fire department, the famous and beloved Station 616, is just teeming with eligible bachelors... but not for long! Summers are for falling in love, after all.

CONTENTS AND WARNINGS — Modern AU, firefighter AU, crossover fic, language, fluff, mild angst, sexual content (ranging from mild to explicit), rom-com vibes, no use of y/n, each character gets their own Reader (not a poly fic), playboy tendencies, age gap, friends to lovers, workplace romances, enemies to lovers, allusions to divorce/troubled marriages, and possibly more as the stories are written.

NOTE — Each story is a three-part miniseries and can be read as standalones. I do not currently have any plans to write any more than what’s listed, but I will never say never. There is also no release schedule; I will post at my own leisure so please refrain from asking, thank you!

LAST UPDATED: March 31, 2024 STATUS: Coming Soon

PLAYING WITH FIRE _  ╰┈➤ ft. Fire Chief!Ari Levinson x Photographer f!Reader

Ari is the dedicated fire chief of Station 616 who runs the show with an iron fist and a heart of gold, but the one thing he can’t seem to get a handle on is his personal life—until the Station is partnered up with a new bright-eyed photographer for this year’s charity calendar photoshoot. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

MOTH TO A FLAME _  ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Firefighter f!Reader

There are strict rules to be followed in life, otherwise the world would descend to chaos, right? You insist on never dating a coworker, while Bucky insists on not dating at all. Well, fortunately for the both of you, everyone knows rules are made to be broken. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

FIRE AND WHISKEY _  ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Jake Jensen x Bartender f!Reader

It’s tradition that the entire squad heads down to the same local hole in the wall for any occasion, no matter what it is, okay? It has absolutely nothing to do with Jensen’s insanely obvious crush on the badass bartender, capeesh?  Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

COMIN’ IN HOT _  ╰┈➤ ft. Small!Firefighter!Steve Rogers x Volunteer f!Reader

At just 5’4” and 95 pounds soaking wet, Steve is the scrawniest yet the most determined member of the 616 team. Often underestimated, he finds solace in a budding relationship with the part-time volunteer at the firehouse, who seems to see right through his physical appearance. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

BURNING UP _  ╰┈➤ ft. Fire Marshal!Frank Adler x Business Owner f!Reader

You are horrified when you head to work one day only to discover that your precious store has gone up in flames. And if that isn’t already terrible enough, it seems the crabby, unsmiling fire marshal assigned to your case is already convinced that you’re guilty of arson. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

HEAT WAVE _  ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Loki Laufeyson x Environmentalist f!Reader

Loki, the enigmatic and secretly sensitive member of the team, is dispatched to a scene across town, he’s not expecting anything out of the ordinary. Imagine his surprise when he finds a woman from his past, chained to a tree, and leading an environmental protest that is quickly getting out of hand. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

WARM BEDS _  ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Lloyd Hansen x Teacher f!Reader

Lloyd doesn’t actually like teaching fire safety to snot-nosed brats, but he loves going on the prowl for his next one night stand with the single moms, teachers, and school administrators… until he meets his match in a new no-nonsense teacher, who remains frustratingly unimpressed in the face of his uniform and charm. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

HOT-BLOODED _  ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Thor Odinson x Grad Student f!Reader

You’re usually very level-headed, okay? You’re not usually the type to get into scrapes like this. All you wanted was a tiny bit of revenge on your cheating, lying ex-boyfriend… you didn’t expect your rage to get the better of you, nor did you expect the fire you set to his car to get so out of control.  Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

WORLD ON FIRE _  ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Pietro Maximoff x Reporter f!Reader

Rumours begin to swirl around Station 616, calling into question the integrity of the fire department’s hiring policies. But when you meet Pietro Maximoff, the firefighter at the centre of all the controversy, suddenly the price of a potentially career-making story is no longer one you’re willing to pay. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

NOTES — I cannot wait to share these with you!!! 🥰

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Firefighter!Bucky x Female!Reader

The only fire he can’t put out is the one he started in my heart ❤️‍🔥

moodboard masterlist

[bobgasm]

lieutenant smoulder [08/15]

pairing: bucky barnes x reader word count: 2258 warnings: mentions of periods/menstrual cycles, allusion to pregnancy, a bombshell of a secret, angst

prompt: “i was made for you”

summary: in which they put aside any previous issues to tackle the next obstacle

author’s note: wow, been a minute, huh?

glow | lieutenant smoulder | inferno

Y/N hated that she’d noticed, but the couple of times where she’s stayed at Bucky’s the previous night, he’d left in a rush. She also hated that she knew this morning he’d slept in and hadn’t gone anywhere.

Pushing that aside, she got up and threw his t-shirt over her head so she could make breakfast. Flicking the radio on to hear some catchy pop song and opening a window to let some fresh air in.

Their shift started in just over an hour, so she brewed up a pot of coffee and started making some bacon and eggs. She was starving, and knew leftover birthday cake wasn’t a substantial enough breakfast.

She wasn’t sure how long Bucky had been awake and watching her dance around the kitchen, but he seemed to be enjoying the show.

“Uh, I made food,” she said, gesturing to the plates on the counter in front of her.

He thanked her with a brief kiss and sat up at the breakfast bar to eat. She slid a mug of coffee over to him and picked at the last of her eggs.

“I need a shower before work,” she announced.

“I’ll let myself out,” he told her. “Thanks for breakfast.”

She slipped out of his shirt and left it on the counter beside him, well aware he was watching her as she walked to the bathroom. 

+++

Y/N couldn’t explain it, but she’d felt something shift. Her relationship with Bucky – if you could call it such – had changed and she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. There was something he was hiding and she didn’t like the jealous feeling that sat in the pit of her stomach.

“You any good at poker?” Romanoff asked as Y/N joined the crew in the mess.

She’d been busy in the gym for the past hour, trying to work her frustrations out in a more productive way. Freshly showered and ready for a quiet evening after a couple of calls throughout the afternoon. There hadn’t been anything major, so everyone was busy lounging around and enjoying the downtime.

Romanoff, Barnes, Wilson, Hill and Banner were playing poker. Someone was making dinner, but she forgot who’s night it was.

“Eh, I’ve played before,” she confessed. “Not sure if I’m any good, though.”

Romanoff dealt her in and she took a seat beside Banner, opposite Hill.

The basics were explained to her as they played a dummy round, just so she could get the hang of everything. It didn’t make a lot of sense, but they were betting peanuts rather than money, so she didn’t care if she won or lost. 

Bruce was quite obviously good, but it was Romanoff and Barnes’ poker faces that threw Y/N a bit. Hill looked like she’s rather be anywhere else but playing, and Wilson kept the banter high. He did his best to make the stone cold duo crack, and while Barnes did occasionally laugh, he was right back to being unreadable.

Y/N had seen that face the previous two mornings when he’d left without so much as a reason. She tried not to let it bother her, but it did, and she wasn’t sure why. 

“Hey, you’ve been kind of off for the last couple weeks. Everything okay?” Romanoff asked. It’d been a while since she’d found herself alone in the red-head’s company, but as they stripped the linen from the beds to do laundry, Y/N almost appreciated the check-in. 

“Yeah, just have a bit on my mind, is all,” she admitted half-heartedly.

“Doesn’t have anything to do with the guy who left the gnarly bruise on your neck after your birthday, does it?”

Y/N laughed as she folded the fitted sheet around the bed in front of her. “It plays a small part, I guess.”

“You want to talk about it?”

Natasha left the question hanging in the air between them, letting Y/N decide whether she wanted to chat or not. After a while, once the bed Y/N had been remaking was finished, she sighed. 

“I think he’s hiding something from me,” she admitted. “He’s always quick to make an exit and constantly telling me he’s having dinner with his Mom, or they get coffee every morning, blah blah. I just can’t help but feel like he’s lying about something.”

Natasha hummed. “Have you asked him about it?”

“We don’t have that kind of relationship,” she said. “I don’t want to come across as jealous or possessive, but if there’s someone else, I’d like to know, you know?”

“Do you want my advice or do you just want to vent?”

“Advice.”

“I think it’s wise to confront him. If it’s just sex between the two of you, you have a right to know if he’s sleeping around with other women. If it was me, I wouldn’t want to see him if he didn’t wear protection. But on the other hand, maybe he is being honest. He could just be a total Mama’s boy.”

Y/N snorted in laughter. “You want to know the kicker, Nat?”

“Hit me,”

“We didn’t use a condom once, and ever since, he’s been insistent on using them,” Y/N said. “And I didn’t fight it, just because I don’t want some other woman’s STD. Last time we had this arrangement neither of us even thought about condoms. That’s what makes me think there’s someone else.”

“It sounds like you need to decide if you want to keep having sex with him, or sit him down and find out what he isn’t telling you,” Natasha said. “If it was me…I wouldn’t have sex with him again until he told me.”

“He’s been busy these last couple weeks,” Y/N said. “Since my birthday…he’s been weird. ‘We can’t see each other tonight, I’m out of town,’ or ‘I can be there in three hours.’ Like, if you don’t want to keep this going then just tell me. I’m a big girl, I can handle it. I just feel like I’m going crazy.”

“You’re not going crazy,” Natasha assured her. “He’s making excuses.”

“And if he is sleeping with other women, do I want him in my bed three hours after he’s likely been in her bed?”

“He sounds like trouble.”

You have no idea.

Y/N sighed, running a hand over her face. “Too much trouble for it to just be sex, right?”

“I didn’t say that,” she replied. “Only you know what you want the outcome to be. Just have to decide whether confronting him about his lies is worth losing the thing you have if you don’t like the answer.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Thanks, Nat.”

Y/N hauled a bag of washing down to the laundry room, needing a moment of silence to think things through. Natasha had a look about her, something she couldn’t quite read. Like she knew something Y/N didn’t, or maybe she was truly clueless and was trying to imagine herself in Y/N’s shoes.

“There’s more going on, isn’t there?” Natasha asked.

As she entered the laundry room with another bag of washing, she found Y/N leaning against the machine with her head lowered.

“I’m late, Nat. Him being weird about the condoms and his general behavior lately…I feel sick.”

Natasha didn’t get a chance to reply, because Wilson was hollering that dinner was ready. She gave Y/N a sympathetic look, but didn’t press the issue as she started angrily throwing sheets into one of the machines. Simply placing a friendly hand on her shoulder and leaving her alone. 

Y/N would be lying if she said she didn’t shed a couple tears, but she was quick to gather herself before plastering on a happy face and joining the team for dinner. Sam had made one of his family’s recipes, and the smell alone made her salivate.

Even if the thought of eating anything made her sick to her stomach.

She dished herself up a small plate, but grabbed a bottle of water as well. Taking a seat beside Bruce, far away from Bucky. Aware that the motion didn’t go undetected from the latter, but forcing herself to eat despite not feeling hungry.

+++

A quiet night was needed, but it wasn’t likely. The siren rang out a little after nine – a candle had caught the shower curtain alight while its owner fell asleep in the bathtub. They required some minor medical attention, and the bathroom was worse for wear, but they’d be okay. It was a good outcome all things considered. 

Y/N was getting a bottle of water from the kitchen when Bucky cornered her. She’d been avoiding him and it was obvious he was here to address that. Even if he had waited until the shift was almost over, while everyone else was asleep in the bunk room. 

“What crawled up your ass and died?” He asked. 

Sure, he could’ve gone about it better, but this was the safest way to communicate. Snippy comments and sarcastic remarks were her M.O. He was trying to make her comfortable to have this conversation while at work.

“Not in the mood today, Barnes,” she replied with a sigh.

He took a moment to stare her down, really look at her. It’d been a couple days since he’d stayed over after her birthday, but she looked exhausted. Dark circles had made themselves at home under her eyes, her brows seemed to be set in a permanent frown, and her attitude had been less than that of a team-player.

While Y/N was still alternating who took the lead on calls, she’d barely spoken to him unless absolutely necessary. Even his smart-ass jabs hadn’t been enough to warrant a retort. 

“Anything I can help with?” He pressed. 

“You’ve done enough,” she stated, letting the words settle between them. 

“So you’re mad at me? That’s new.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he turned away.

“Get fucked, Barnes.”

“Are you on your period or something?” He snapped. “Because you’re never this much of a cunt without good reason.”

“Fuck you,” she spat. “I’m allowed to be pissed off without anyone questioning my menstrual cycle. But between you and me? I’m late.”

She was glad she whispered the last part, because it really drove home her point. His eyes widened ever-so-slightly, mouth opening to say something but ultimately deciding against it.

“I’ll pee on a damn stick within the hour. I don’t need you to hold my hand. I don’t need you to do anything, except leave me the fuck alone. Are we clear?”

It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. The first tear fell before she had the chance to swipe it away, and he was quick to wrap his arms around her.

“Let me go.”

“I can’t do that,” he replied, holding her tight as her tears began to soak his shirt. She hated feeling weak, but she hated it even more than he was the one seeing her like this. That he had played a potential role in this situation. “It could just be late.”

“Stop talking,” she shushed him, not wanting to hear any words of comfort from him. The thought had already crossed her mind, but her cycle was like clockwork. She were late, it was as simple as that. 

When the siren blared out, she pulled away from him and quickly wiped her face as she raced to the gear room, listening to where the call was coming from. Her heart sank to the pit of your stomach as she pulled on her turnouts, watching everyone else doing the same.

“That’s a school,” someone said. She honestly had no idea who said it because she was climbing into the rig and putting on her best game face. 

Barnes took his seat opposite her, his face riddled with worry as Captain Wilson relayed the information of the call.

“Fire alarm is going off at an elementary school. No news yet where the fire is, but most of the school has been evacuated. There will be parents going crazy trying to find their kids since it’s about time for school drop-off. We do not need them playing the hero and running into a burning building, copy?”

There was a chorus of ‘yes, sir’s that rang out, but Y/N’s eyes were locked on Bucky. Bucky, who usually kept his face blank when calls like this came in. Bucky, who would joke and keep morale up, was eerily quiet.

It worried her.

When they arrived at the school, she looked at him to run point.

He had eyes for no one but her.

“I need you to take this call, Y/L/N,” he said, voice thick and gravelly. He looked spooked. “I can’t go in there.”

“What? Barnes, it’s all hands on deck! Get your fucking head in the game!” She snapped.

“You’re running point because my son is in there!” He yelled back, running a hand over his face. “Please, my son is in there.”

She squared her shoulders, pushing aside any fear she had. Any doubt she had behind why he’d frozen. 

He had a son. A son he’d literally only just told her about. A son. 

“I’ve got him, Barnes,” she assured him, holding out her fist. He needed to bump it – it was good luck. A promise. She would do everything she could to make sure his boy was safe.

When his fist touched hers, she nodded and turned to face her team. 

[tom-holland-parker]

Heat on High

Summary: When you and your daughter moved you expected a lot of changes, but you never expects to move across the hall from a hot firefighter than has a soft spot for you

Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Singlemom!reader

Warnings: *each chapter will have its own warning* smut, cursing, fire

Part 1: Nice to meet you

While moving into your new apartment you meet your neighbor Bucky and quickly form a friendship

Part 2: Fire Hazard

 After a long shift all Bucky wants to do is go to bed, but when he hears your fire alarm go off he's quick to swoop in and save the day

Part 3:  Cookies

Deciding to thank Bucky for putting out the fire leads to him asking you out

[bearsficrecs]

Bucky Barnes Fic recs!!

Authors note: NONE of these fics are mine!!! these are just some of my comfort reads, all credits go to the amazing authors that wrote them <3 Go show them some love!!!

In the blink of an eye - by @stardustdreams-andcaffeine (mob!bucky x reader)

Summary: With Bucky Barnes, the mafia lord of New York, as your boyfriend, you’re usually safe from any and all harm. With a date night gone wrong and your boyfriend distracted, though, anything can happen in the blink of an eye.

More By @stardustdreams-andcaffeine (mob!bucky x reader)

Summary: You’re the secretary to one of the most powerful mob bosses in the country, and that’s what he was supposed to stay—your boss. The heart often has other plans. Now, you’re in a race against time to save the life of James Barnes, the mob boss who has become so much more.

Mob!bucky and his fairy! - by @kinanabinks

the adventures of bucky and his fairy.

H.C.M.C - by @vibraniumcollar (biker!bucky x reader)

Summary: Reader is new to Brooklyn and after an incident at the garage belonging to Howling Commandos Motorcycle Club, her life is changed forever.

Sunrise - by @wkemeup (modern!bucky x reader)

summary: After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is discharged from active duty and sent back to civilian life. Left with a storm of unchecked guilt, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you. (Modern AU)

Howlin' for you - by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Summary: When Y/N gets an unreal deal on her first home, she wonders why her neighbor scared away all the other buyers. Despite being cautious, she wonders why the town has given Bucky Barnes a bad name.

Astrophile - by @all1e23 (firefighter!singledad!bucky x reader)

Summary: Orion Rebecca Barnes’s favorite thing in the whole world (besides her daddy of course) is spending hours after school in the bookstore by her house and the owner GIVES her any book she wants; she’s the coolest girl Orion has ever met. It doesn’t take long for Bucky to notice his daughter’s sudden interest in constellations and the large stack of astrology related books piling up in her room. He’s spent her entire life trying to teach her about the stars and where her name came from with little interest from his little comet and all of sudden she’s in love.

Something domestic - by @fandoms-writings ( ex-military amputee!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader)

Summary: Needing an escape from the loud and busy city life, Bucky comes to stay with you on your little farm. He didn’t expect you, a hardworking and beautiful woman with struggles of your own, to take his breath away and make life a little less dreary.

Sweet as cinnamon sugar - by @ofstarsandvibranium (cop!singledad!bucky x waitress!reader)

Summary: The love story of an insecure divorced, single father cop and a good-hearted, sweet as sugar, diner waitress.

in the embers - by @foreverindreamlandd (Firefighter!Bucky x Fem!Plus Size!Adopted Rogers!Reader)

Summary: Bucky Barnes. The boy next door. Your brother’s best friend. The guy you’ve been in love with for as long as you can remember. Unrequited, that is, seeing that he only thinks of you as a sister (at least, that’s what you always thought). It’s been about a decade since you’ve returned home and reunited with the boy - now man - with stunning blue eyes and a smile that still puts a million butterflies in your stomach. You never expected to come back, thinking that you’d spend the rest of your life as a famous artist in Los Angeles with your boyfriend/manager. But things change, life gets messy, and now you’re back in your childhood bedroom living with your mom and working at the townie bar to make ends meet while you try to figure out what the hell to do next. The one thing that hasn’t changed? Bucky Barnes is still the boy next door, and there’s no running from him this time.

Delicate Edges - by @wkemeup (biker!bucky x reader)

summary: Your family’s beloved flower shop was not the only thing you inherited when your parents passed. Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, you bear the cost of your father’s desperate bargain. It’s only in moments when the charming Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. The border is crumbling. You’re trapped in the middle. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe. (Biker!AU)

Charlie's angels - by @buckysknifecollection (Bucky x reader)

Summary: Charlotte Barton is an agent of SHIELD who through her friendship with Sharon Carter gets involved with the famous Alpha Team. Friendships, banter and a bit of a crush on a certain super soldier occur.

The witness - by @wkemeup (detective!bucky x reader)

summary: Owner of a bar full of criminals, maybe you shouldn’t be surprised when you’re the sole witness to a hydra hit. In comes Detective Barnes, the quick-witted, flirtatious cop who somehow became a regular at your misfit bar. When he takes it upon himself to ensure your safety off the books, you learn to rely on someone else for a change and find you don’t mind it at all. Not when it’s him.

Under the tree - By @barnesmurdock (Beefy!Chubby!Bucky x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You and your husband have a picnic under a tree

[redwing4life]

Forgotten Alarms

CHAPTER 1 | ASHES TO EMBERS

PAIRING: Firefighter!Neighbour!Bucky x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Mentions of night terrors, trapped in small spaces, brief mention of reader being worried about bucky holding her weight, nothing else other than bucky being cute af

SUMMARY: When you get stuck in an elevator with your neighbour (who also happens to be your crush), you discover your interest in the firefighter isn’t as one-sided as you thought.

WORD COUNT: 2736

NEXT CHAPTER

“You’re late, doll.”

The teasing voice of your neighbour catches you off guard when you open your front door; your hand slaps over your heart as you jump from shock.

“Says you” you smirk as you come down from the surprise. You step out of your door fully, turning and pulling it shut behind you.

Bucky chuckles, locking his own door while you do the same. He can’t help but sneak another glance your way - a light blush creeping up your neck under his gaze.

You think you’d be used to him by now, have your little crush under control seeing as you find yourselves leaving for work at the same time regularly. And yet here you are, heart beating faster than you’d like while you fumble with your keys.

Despite being late for work, Bucky waits for you to finish locking up before falling into step beside you as you walk down the hallway to the elevator.

“So let me guess, you slept through your alarm again?” The firefighter raises a brow, amused by your flushed appearance - unsure if that’s his effect on you or the fact your shift started five minutes ago.

“Worse,” you wince, “didn’t even set the damn thing.”

If you didn’t love it so much so much, you’d be inclined to be offended at the snort of a laugh he lets out. “Oh, doll.” Bucky shakes his head with a grin still left on his lips.

“What ‘bout you, Barnes? Spend too much time doing your hair?”

One unamused glare your way and now you’re the one giggling. Walking up to the elevator, you press the button to go down before stepping back to face Bucky.

“I’ll have you know, I woke up looking this good” He winks at you, hoping you’ll accept his non-answer for an answer. But you both know why he woke up late.

He barely even fell asleep, now that his nightmares are back.

His screams travel through the thin walls at night, falling on concerned ears. You pretend as though you don’t hear his night terrors but he sees the slight tug at your brows the next morning, the way you’re desperate to ask if he’s okay. But you never do; you don’t want to make him uncomfortable. You offered your help once, and you’re not sure you have the right to ask again.

“Who said you look good?” You tease, hoping to lighten the mood.

The elevator dings and the doors open. “Well the old lady whose cat we saved yesterday said I was the most handsome man in town” He smirks as you both step inside.

“Oh that’s high praise, Barnes” You reply, watching as he presses the ground floor button.

A comfortable silence falls upon the elevator as it roars back to life. Pulling out your phone, you fire a quick text to your boss to apologise for being late before shoving it back into your back pocket.

Bucky turns to you, “What time do you fin-“

A loud clunk sounds from above the lift and it stops moving, dropping a couple inches before coming to a halt again.

“Oh, shit” You all but whisper, almost afraid of speaking too loudly in case it sends you tumbling down.

“Well,” Bucky’s eyes are on the ceiling, “that didn’t sound great”

If you weren’t so nervous, you might slap him for stating the fucking obvious. Your eyes fall to your hand that’s grabbed his, not even realising you’d reached for him when the lift stopped.

Your cheeks burn crimson before you release the death grip you had on his wrist, ignoring the sparks resting beneath your fingertips.

“You okay, doll?” His voice softens when he sees the fear in your eyes.

“Umm..” You stutter, voice as shaky as your hands are.

“Hey, hey,” Bucky’s hands are on your shoulders now, “you’re shaking, Y/n. What’s wrong? What do you need me to do?”

Clenching your eyes shut, you take a deep breath. “Tell me we’re not about to fall to our deaths, please”

Your neighbour lets out a breathy ‘Oh, doll’ and strokes his thumbs over your shoulders. When you open your eyes, his blue ones bear into yours reassuringly, “We’re not gonna fall to our deaths.”

“This hunk of junk hasn’t been serviced in years but i’m pretty sure it’s just jammed or the powers cut out. Either way, we’re gonna be just fine” He continues.

You let out a wavering breath and nod slowly. “Okay. So what now?” You ask.

Bucky drops one of his hands to get his phone (much to your dismay), “I’m gonna call for the crew to come get us”

“Wait,” You frown, “why not press the help button?”

Bringing his phone to his ear, Bucky replies as it starts ringing. “Well, after Mr Garvey lugs his ass outta bed, he’d be calling them anyways. Might as well avoid being stuck here longer than we have to”

Ahh, Mr Garvey; the landlord to the whole building who also happens to be the laziest fucker around.

You mumble and ‘okay’ and roll your bottom lip between your teeth - completely unaware of the admiring eyes on you.

Eventually, a voice sounds from the other side of the phone and Bucky explains the situation, rambling off the information they need to find you. With a quick thank you, the call is over and you’re left with nothing but time to waste.

Your eyes follow the man before you as he approaches the far wall, sliding down it till he’s sat with one leg stretched out, the other bent at the knee where he rests his elbow.

“It’s alright, doll. You can sit down, it won’t break anything” He cocks his head to side, eyeing up your hesitant features.

You choose to trust him; after all, he is the one best qualified to know what will and won’t make this obnoxiously small lift crash to the ground.

Letting yourself drop to the floor, you sit with your knees up due to the lack of space to stretch your legs. Bucky is right in front of you, the tight squeeze seemingly not bothering him.

“Great day to be late, huh” You scoff lightly.

“Yeah well, at least we’re together”

A laugh escapes you, drawing a confused expression from your neighbour. “Let’s not pretend as though you need me here. If it weren’t for me you’d probably be climbing outta this thing”

“You overestimate my abilities, sweets. I’m no spider-man” He replies. Those damn pet names make you blush every time.

“You know,” you tilt your head a little to the left, “I can’t think of anyone who still uses ‘doll’ or ‘sweets’ aside from you”

You swear there’s a glint in Bucky’s eye when he replies, “Do you blush when someone calls you ‘baby’ as much as you do when I call you ‘doll’?”

Thinking for a moment, you shyly shake your head in response; he raises his brows at you, as though your answer proves his point. You wonder if he’s old fashioned in other ways. If he’s one to buy his girl flowers or open a car door for them. Maybe he’s just as polite in bed, though you find yourself disappointed at the thought. God, you need to stop thinking of him like that, no matter how hot he would look between your-

“You seeing that fella from last week again?”

Bucky’s question brings you out of your day dreams and you’re surprised by it, unaware he had any interest in your love life.

“Peter?” He nods. “No, I don’t think so. We weren’t really one the same page, if that makes sense”

“How so?”

You shrug slightly, “He’s fresh out of college and looking for a fuck buddy, not a genuine relationship.” You look away from Bucky as you continue. “And even if I wanted that, he’s hardly mature enough to know what he’s doing”

With your gaze settled on your hands, you miss the way Bucky starts biting his lip as he wonders what type of man would fulfil your needs. He shakes his head clear of those thoughts, not wanting to make a fool of himself.

“What about you? Haven’t heard any visitors at yours for a little while” You comment, hoping he doesn’t think you’ve been spying on him.

He lets out a dry laugh, “Lets just say I prefer my nights off with a beer and listening to you play the piano.”

“Oh god, you hear that?” You cover your face with your hands when he nods. “I hope I don’t disturb you. I didn’t think it-“

“It’s fine, doll,” he nudges your thigh with his boot, “I like it”

Your cheeks burn yet again as you drop your hands. “You do?”

“How could I not? You play beautifully. I’ve thought of slipping a request under your door but I didn’t wanna be the creep next door”

You giggle, “You couldn’t be creepy if you tried, Barnes”

“In that case, you should know my cat loves your music too”

With a gasp, you lean closer to Bucky till you’re sat cross legged barely a foot away from him. “James Barnes, the firefighter, has a cat!?”

You revel in his hearty laugh, eyes dancing across his face. From the crinkles at the corners of his eyes to the deep smile lines framing his mouth, you can’t help but be drawn to his beauty.

He sobers up. “Her name’s Alpine.” He says, “She was left at the firehouse a couple of years ago so I took her home with me. She’s probably the only thing that loves your music more than me”

A grin tugs at your lips as you enjoy the thought of your neighbour cuddled up with a little cat.

“If we make it outta here alive, I wanna meet her”

“We’ll be fine, doll. The crew’ll be here any minute now”

You hum and silence consumes the air once more. The soft dim glow of the overhead lights falls gracefully on your features and Bucky can’t pull his eyes away. He knows you’re not too fond of the situation you’re both in and yet he can’t help but thank whatever beings made this happen; to finally have an excuse to talk to you longer than your usual small talk, to tell you how much he’s in awe your piano playing.

He’s not ready to tell you that he’s rather in awe of you, too. Maybe next time you’re stuck in a lift together.

With the silence so heavy on your ears, your mind drifts to the reason you’re here in the first place. The reason he is here.

The nightmares.

You know he hasn’t slept properly in weeks; the dark circles beneath his eyes are just a glimpse of his exhaustion. And as much as you’re scared of pushing him away, the weight on your chest is growing too heavy to bear.

“I know you’re having nightmares again.”

Bucky stills.

“Those screams, James, I-“

“It’s nothing” He cuts you off with stern words. Your brows pull together, eyes laced with worry.

“It doesn’t sound like nothing. I thought they got better.“

His head falls back against the wall behind him, “Well you thought wrong.”

You curse yourself beneath your breath as you run your hands through your hair, searching for the right thing to say.

“I’m worried about you, James.” You breathe, eyes fluttering shut. You’re scared that if you look at him, you’ll cave in and promise to never ask about it again. “I get that i’m just your neighbour but I can’t keep acting like I can’t see there’s something wrong.“

“There is nothing wrong!” Bucky’s tone is sharp, not quite shouting but no longer calm.

Your eyes snap open, training on the clench of his jaw, the sole hint of any emotion on his face.

“I’m dealing with it. So you need to stop acting like you know me because you don’t.”

And there it goes. The worry in your chest morphs into regret. Regret for bringing it up, regret for thinking you could help, regret for hearing his screams in the first place.

“Okay”

Bucky hates how timid your voice is, barely loud enough over the ringing of his own heartbeat. That and the voice in his head telling him he’s a piece of shit. He wishes he could take it all back but he doesn’t know how to, so he decides that silence is better than opening his damn mouth and making things worse.

The pair of you sit there in silence, one that’s far less comfortable than before, and stare at the ceiling, waiting for help to arrive.

When it does, you count your lucky stars that the lift stopped just at the doors to the second floor. Bucky helps the crew pull the doors open enough for you both to climb through. You feel his blue eyes on you as you wait for them to stabilise the lift, avoiding his gaze at all costs.

“Okay, Ma’am,” One of the firefighters calls, the name ‘Rogers’ written on his jacket, “we need you guys to climb up here and we’ll pull you out.”

Your eyes widen at the thought of pulling yourself up there, suddenly very aware of your frankly appalling upper body strength.

Rogers catches the hesitation on your face. “Don’t worry, Buck will help you up so you can get out first”

Turning to look at your neighbour, you lock eyes for the first time in ten minutes. His lips are turned into an awkward half smile, changing his entire demeanour from one of a brooding firefighter to a sheepish kid.

You don’t know how long the pair of you stand there staring at each other, but it’s long enough for Roger’s to clear his throat in attempt to regain your attention.

Bucky steps closer to you while the crew get ready above you. “You okay with this, doll?”

You nod, “As long as this thing doesn’t fall while i’m half way through and snap my body in half, i’m good”

That heartwarming laugh fills your ears and the firefighter shakes his head in amusement. At least he doesn’t hate you enough to leave you to get out on your own.

“Well lucky for you, that ain’t gonna happen”

You roll your bottom lip between your teeth. “Okay, how is this gonna work?”

Bucky moves to stand below the gap, facing you. He lowers himself down to one knee before reaching for your hand.

His skin is warm but rough, gentle but strong as he pulls you closer to him. The unexpected tug on your hand sends you tumbling toward him, your right hand bracing yourself on his shoulder to regain your balance while his free hand lands on your hip.

You mumble an apology, flustered at the intense heat beneath his hands and the way Bucky is looking up at you.

“You good?” He asks, voice dripping with awe, though you’re oblivious to the admiration, still plagued by the way he shut you down earlier.

When you nod, Bucky removes his hand from your hip and taps his knee. “You’re gonna step on my knee, then on my shoulder and you then should be close enough for Steve to grab you and pull you out”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you” You admit, nervous at the thought of letting Bucky take your body weight on his shoulders.

He looks up at you through his lashes “Do you trust me, sweets?”

“Yes” You reply, not even having to think about it. There may be some walls between you, but you know he’s on the other side, waiting.

“Good, then get up here”

Bucky shouts up to the crew that he’s giving you a boost now and after hearing them shout back that they’re ready, you place your foot on Bucky’s knee and push yourself up.

“Don’t drop me” You warn, reaching up to the gap in preparation.

“Wouldn’t dream of it”

And with that, you climb onto your neighbours shoulders and stretch up for Steve to grab your hands.

Along with Bucky pushing your feet up, Steve pulls you out and you slide through the gap until you’re free of that god forsaken elevator.

“Well thank fuck for that” You groan, spread across the floor on your back, making the crew laugh.

You barely have time to recover before Bucky is stood above you, having lugged himself out with ease.

“Guess you won’t be forgetting to set your alarm again, ay?”

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[world-of-aus]

How's Your Head?

Pairing: Firefighter! Bucky x Paramedic! Reader

Warnings: None.

Author's Note: The gym thoughts won.

“What happened Chief?” 

Sam gives you a look, “I’m on the job so formalities only,” he cracks a smile, you roll your eyes biting back your own, “details on the injured chief where is he?” 

He tilts his head to the back of the fire truck stationed feet away, “he’s at the back of the drill truck, Rogers is keeping him talking, got his head and shoulder banged up pretty good running drills.” You hoist your bag higher on your shoulder, “take me to him.” 

You hear him before you see him, “Rogers I swear if you don’t get your damn fingers out of my face, I told you I’m fine, I’ve gotten hurt worse on the job there’s no need for all this fussin, you shouldn’t have called.” 

“And that’ll be my call to make,” you say rounding the truck finding Lieutenant Barnes sat slouched over the back, ice pack pressed to his head, Captain Rogers pressing one to his shoulder. You place the bag next to him taking over the icepack pressed to the lieutenant's shoulder. 

“I’ve got it from here Captain, you and chief are free to go.” you say excusing the two other men, they thank you letting the Lieutenant next to you know they’ll be at the station when he’s done.  

You turn to the broad-shouldered brunette sitting in front of you his posture much straighter now that his colleagues have left a glint in his eyes and a cheeky smile on his lips as he looks at you, you already know you’re in for trouble. 

“How are you feeling Lieutenant Barnes?” 

The man groans, clutching his chest in dramatics, “You wound me, I’ve told you to call me Bucky sweetheart, we’re past lieutenant Barnes at this point.” 

Your tongue pushes into your cheek, biting back the smile threatening to split your lips, “and I’m on the job lieutenant, now how are you feeling, any pain?” You question lifting the ice back from his shoulder, your fingers curling into the white top to peek at the reddened skin, a speckle of red and purple look back at you. 

“Sweetheart if you want to see me shirtless all you have to do is ask.” 

Ignoring his teasing comment, you press down on the skin softly drawing out a pained groan, “scale of one to ten what’s the pain level?” 

“I’d say an 8 but a kiss could bring it down to 1, get my mind right off of it.” 

You shake your head placing the icepack down “and how’s your head?” you continue getting right in front of him to remove the second icepack, your fingers combing softly through his hair to check for broken skin 

“I’ve had no complaints.” 

Your fingers pause in his hair, eyes meeting his amused ones, you laugh, “I meant your actual head Bucky, are you feeling pain?” 

“Will you kiss it to make it better?” 

“Bucky.” 

“What about a date,” he continues, “I’d have something other than a headache to look forward to tonight.” 

You chuckle fingers moving in his hair again, “you should be glad they called I’m pretty sure you’re suffering from a concussion.” you say examining his head again. 

His hands find the sides of your thighs, the action rendering you motionless, your fingers still in his hair again eyes finding his, “I’m actually glad they called - I got to see you.”  

He’s grinning at the smile you try so hard to hide. “C’mon sweetheart one date.” 

“If I agree to this one date, will you let me finish checking you so I have something other than your incessant flirting to report back to the chief?” 

“If you agree you can check me as thoroughly as you want sweetheart.” 

“Fine Barnes, one date, one.” you stress. 

“Oh sweetheart you and I both know it won’t only be one.” 

[ninchen1909]

A drunken rage and a sober confession

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1.116

Warnings: the use of alcohol, fluff

Summary: Bucky confesses his feelings to you after he comes to you after a date gone wrong. But you won't hear his confession since you're sleeping. But are you really sleeping?

 „I mean come on Buck, don’t let this chick get you down, she doesn’t know what she’s missing. You’re nice, sweet, funny, generous, you make the best chocolate Chip cookies I’ve ever tried und you have the world cutest daughter. Seriously it’s her loss, now she will never see your ass in the pants of your fireman uniform. “

And here you are, standing in front of your best friend, one hand on your hip, while you hold a half empty  bottle of vodka  with the other one. Giving your best friend the best speech about self-worth that you can, in your admittedly quite drunken condition.

When Bucky called you earlier, to ask you  if he can come over,  you were surprised, you expected him to still be on the date of which he told you, with the "really cute lady" he had met at the supermarket.

And of course you weren't even the slightest bit jealous when he told you about it. No, of course you weren't. And certainly this date is not the reason why you have been drinking for two hours already.  I mean it’s not like you've been totally hopelessly in love with him for over four years now, without him noticing.

But how could you not be in love with him? Bucky is always there for you when you're down, he supports you where he can and every time you see him in his firefighter uniform you have to be careful that your jaw doesn’t hit the ground.  The only one who knows about your feelings for Bucky is your best friend Natasha, apparently you didn't keep your ogling as secret as you thought you did, as she soon found out about your crush on him. After a long talk from her, you wanted to ask him out, but unfortunately it was the same day that he told you about the "supermarket lady".

So you locked your feelings deep in your heart and were happy for him as much as you could. After all, it's been a long time since he threw himself into the dating pool. Ever since his now ex-girlfriend ,Lisa, left him about two years ago, leaving their then seven-month-old daughter Charlotte with him.

All the time you are walking up and down the living room giving while giving him your uplifting monologue, Bucky is sitting on your sofa, grinning and following your movements with his eyes.

“Angel, it's really not that big of a deal. She just didn't want to have a little kid in her life. And that's ok. As long as I have you and Charlie, I will be fine.”

You roll your eyes and pause in your movement:” Why am I angrier at this woman than you are, she knew you had a daughter before the date.” you look at him questioningly.

“First of all she did know I have a daughter, yes but she didn’t know Charlie is still so young. And second you’re angry because you are drunk, you always get upset faster when you are drunk. But honestly how much did you drink and why?”

While he was answering you, Bucky got up and moved closer to you.

Only now do you really notice the affect of the alcohol, before that you were still distracted by your angry rant

Your slight swaying, a clear sign of your alcohol level.

Bucky seems to notice this, because he carefully pulls you close to him, to stabilize you.

"Come on, let's get you to bed" he carefully tries to move you towards the bedroom, but you stop him: "No, I have to be there for you today and take care of you, not you for me.”

Smiling lovingly, Bucky looks you in the eye:” Just seeing you today, made this day better, and as I said, I’m fine. And you little miss, are definitely drunk, so off to bed you go.”

This time you go with him willingly.

When you arrived in your bedroom, he helps you out of your clothes. While Bucky disappears into the kitchen to get you a glass of water for the night, you snuggle up under your covers. As you lie there you feel everything start to spin, so you close your eyes to avoid getting overwhelmed.

You can hear Bucky's footsteps as he approaches your bedroom again, but you can't bring yourself to open your eyes, you’re way too tired. Apparently he thinks you fell asleep because his steps slow down and he tries to walk as quietly as possible. You realize, that he is now standing next to your bad as he puts the glass of water down on your bedside table. However, you still do not open your eyes. You feel his hand lovingly stroking your forehead and wiping your hair off your face.

Your mattress sinks in slightly and you notice that he has sat down next to you on the bed, stilling running his fingers through your hair, he sighs, then begins to speak softly: ”Oh angel, if you only knew what you mean to me and that I only went on this date to forget you at least for a few hours. But I needed some way to take my mind off you. Getting that image of you, me and Charlie as a family out of your head. But I should have known that I can never get my mind  of you. Steve said I should finally confess my feelings to you and tell you the truth about Lisa and me. But I can't, what if you don't want to be friends with me anymore. I can bear never having you all to myself, but I could never deal with it, if you turned your back on me. If only I could tell you how beautiful you make my life. How many times I wish you were Charlie's mother, but I don't dare. Maybe someday I'll grow some balls, so I’m brave enough,  to tell you all this when you're awake, to tell you that I love you with all my heart and all my soul.  But not today.” Suddenly you feel fully sober again.

He gets up from your bed carefully, a few seconds later you feel his warm, soft lips blow a gentle kiss on your forehead before his steps move away from your bedroom. You hold your breath, only when you hear the front door slam softly do you open your eyes and let air flow into your lungs again.

Just to whisper a single, quiet sentence into the darkness of the room: "I love you too.

[buckrecs]

2022 Bucky Barnes Fic Rec Wrap Up 2

part 1 | masterlist

favorite fics from 2022 series fic recs

All of them are COMPLETE Series.

1. Fatal Attraction by @gayouijaboard

Bucky x Assassin!Reader

Bucky’s quite the flirt, even when you’re in the middle of trying to murder him

2. Lost Without You by @angrythingstarlight

Mob!Dad!Bucky x Reader

Soft Mob Bucky Series

3. should’ve been you by @classylo

Bucky x Reader, past Steve x Reader

a Stark gala, a cheating boyfriend, an upset reader, and her boyfriend’s best friend...let’s begin shall we?

4. kisses, cookies and such | candlelight & cuddles by @stevebabey

Neighbor!Bucky x Reader

Something had... shifted. Yet somehow, nothing had changed. You can’t put your finger on it, but sometime between then and now, there’s a difference. Well, that much was obvious — a lot of things had changed since Bucky and you became friends.

5. Something More by @tellmealovestory

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

After a bad breakup you ask your best friend to take your virginity. It’s just friends with benefits. What could possibly go wrong?

6. The Contingency Plan by @dilemmaontwolegs

Bucky x WOC!Reader

Bucky had promised he would find you after the war ended but you were planning on keeping your own promises to him, for better or for worse, so you were heading to Italy and to the front lines. Life in the war was fast, it was living moment to moment because you didn’t know how much time you had together. Then Bucky went missing and for a moment you had him back, all thanks to Steve, and despite your pleas Bucky went straight back into the fray of the war never to be seen again. When Bucky got his mind and body back in the 21st century he finds your name on a memorial for women who lost their lives or were missing in action during the war. He never had any idea you were still waiting for him.

7. Something Domestic by @fandoms-writings

Ex-military amputee!Bucky x Reader

Needing an escape from the loud and busy city life, Bucky comes to stay with you on your little farm. He didn’t expect you, a hardworking and beautiful woman with struggles of your own, to take his breath away and make life a little less dreary.

8. we’re fools. by @achillieus

Bucky x Reader College AU

for all bucky barnes knows, he hates clichés. and this thing between you two, happens to be the biggest one.

9. The Bienville by @indyluckycharlie

CEO!Bucky x Reader

Bucky is the young CEO of his family’s publishing house. A year into the role and working his ass off, he’s finally taking a much needed vacation (upon the advice of his well-meaning family and friends).

10. Greatest Hits by @lunarbuck

Bucky x Reader

You work at your family's record store, and Bucky lives next door. He comes into your store and asks you for some music recommendations. You soon realize that he has a lot to learn and make it your personal mission to show him the world he missed out on through music.

11. Obey by @waiting4inspiration

Bucky x Hydra!Reader

An assassin is brought in by Fury because he thinks she has a connection to HYDRA. Bucky recognizes her and knows how to handle the programming installed in her mind (much like his Winter Soldier programming). Things become challenging now that he is her new Commander and has the responsibility to look after and protect her from HYDRA.

12. Playing With Fire by @beccaanne814

Fireman!Bucky x Reader

What happens when two people who have nothing in common suddenly have to pretend to be in a relationship? Will the sparks between them ignite into something more, or is this romance doomed to crash and burn?

13. Strange Times by @/beccaanne814

Bucky x Reader

You have a certain type - smart, charming, and handsome as sin. For years you’ve been in love with the only man you thought possessed all of those traits, but a chance encounter with a Strange individual sends you and a certain ex-assassin on a journey of self-discovery. As you try to find a way back home, will you also be able to uncover the perfect man hidden beneath layers of guilt and self-loathing.

14. Invisible String by @oitommothetease

Mob!Bucky x Reader

James Buchanan Barnes, the owner of the most expensive-looking club in town and your new apartment. He was a dick and you hated him. What could possibly go wrong when you, the new girl in town, start bartending at his club to pursue your dreams?

15. A Weapon No More by @empyreanwritings

Bucky x Mutant!Reader

You made a promise to retire from the life of being used as a weapon after you escaped the Facility, but what’s one more mission? You wanted revenge on the doctor that created and tortured you for all those years, and S.H.I.E.L.D was giving you the opportunity to do so. Would it be worth breaking that promise?

16. Scars by @tokoyamisstuff

Bucky x Reader

Based on the Soulmate Prompt where whatever you write on your skin, it appears on your Soulmate’s.

17. Stepping Up by @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend

Bucky x Reader

When Steve can’t go with you to your cousin’s wedding, he sends Bucky in his place. What happens when more than one person assume you’re dating?

18. Bucky’s Bistro Dates by @wonderlandmind4

Bucky x Reader

A Bistro owner is witness to Bucky Barnes bad dates.

19. Better by @captainscanadian

Doctor!Bucky x Doctor!Reader

Dr. James Barnes has it all: a loving family, caring best friends, and a successful career as one of the best heart surgeons in New York. He has everything he ever wanted his whole life… well, almost everything. One thing he never thought he could ever have was Y/N Y/L/N. She may have been a lot of things, but he loved her because she made him better.

20. Under Pastel Skies by @redgillan

Writer!Bucky x Artist!Reader

Bucky doesn’t need anyone, especially not a sugar baby. He isn’t that desperate... but she smiles so sweetly and she's endearingly awkward, and he’s so lonely. She’s an artist, a painter, the type of person who always puts others before herself. Throwing caution to the wind Bucky offers her a place to live, a place where she can finally paint whatever her heart desires. He doesn’t need much in return; a friend, a muse.

21. Save Me by @espinosaurusrexex

Bucky x Reader College AU

Bucky Barnes has never had it easy, which ultimately turned him into a caveman-like introvert with no desire to see the positive side of life. But what happens when the clumsily charming art student, Y/N, stumbles to his rescue, determined to show Bucky how truly wonderful the world is?

22. Summer Plans by @notimetoblog

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Planning a trip with Bucky takes a turn when someone new comes into his life. Will it all change or can you still manage to have the perfect summer you planned?

23. i hate you but by @buckybarnesthehotshot

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

bucky and y/n can’t stand each other, but y/n needs help with her sister’s kids (enemies to lovers au)

24. Hello and Goodbye, by @sweetascanbee

Bucky x Adopted Wilson!Reader

You are Sam's adopted little sister, and he brings home a mysterious friend.

25. Dreaming of Better Days by @wizardofrozz

40s!Bucky x Reader

Steve always manages to find a fight no matter where he goes and Bucky is always ready to defend his best friend, until one day someone beats him to it. Bucky isn’t prepared to find you standing up for his best friend and he definitely wasn’t prepared to be so swept up by you. But most of all, he didn’t expect you to have such an important place in his future. 

26. Grease Lightning by @language-rxgers

Bucky x Reader

You’re on the hair & makeup team for your school’s production of Grease, and Nat has signed you up to do the makeup for the lead role of Danny Zuko- played by none other than Bucky Barnes. 

27. Snow by @delaber

Bucky x Agent!Reader

Tired of your constant bickering, Sam sends you and Bucky on a mission alone. When the worst possible outcome happens and you’re forced to spend several days together in a small cabin, you finally get to see a different, more pleasurable side to the man whose flesh you’ve always had a thorn in.

28. How to Make Small Talk in Five Simple Steps | How to Make the Right Decision in Five Simple Steps by @certifiedskywalker

Bucky x Reader

When people meet, they often use small talk as a means to negotiate and define the start of a new relationship. When you and Bucky meet, you both struggle to find the right words.

29. Next to Me by @sgtjbuccky

Bodyguard!Bucky x Reader

After an attempt on you and your identical twin’s life, your father calls in the Avengers for protection. Bucky soon realizes your father’s goal is solely to keep you sister safe, and decides that the times of doing the bidding of others are long gone, and takes your protection into his own hands.

30. Money, Power, Glory by @sergeantxrogers

Criminal!Bucky x Informant!Reader

James “Bucky” Barnes, New York state’s most infamous organized crime leader since the 1980s. With Bucky weaving through the fingers of local police and the federal government for far too long, they decide to go with plan B: you. Your job? Simple. Relay inside information back to the FBI, slipping through the cracks of Bucky’s fortress of a crime ring as an unknown imposter. The Bureau, however, has no idea you and Bucky are much more acquainted than you let on.

31. Blue by @softlybarnes

Bucky x Reader

James and Y/N take a road tip across the country to help Bucky’s recovery process. A question Y/N asks at the beginning of the trip sets Bucky searching his memories for an answer, one he finds he needs if he can move forward.

32. It’s All Fun and Games by @yikeswtfmate

Bucky x Reader MCU AU

A glimpse into Bucky and Y/N’s relationship, where they’re not together, but every single one of their friends would beg to differ.

33. A love that never leaves by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Bucky x Enhanced!Reader

Sometimes when you go looking for the past, you find things you never expected. When an accident brings him face to face with something he never knew he lost, Bucky Barnes begins to understand an age old truth – it’s so easy, sometimes, to love the things that destroy us.

34. Heart to a Gunfight by @lailannajacobs

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

You didn’t want to help Bucky Barnes make it through the party by pretending to be his fake girlfriend, after all, you had just met him. You also didn’t plan on the charade lasting as long as it did.

35. Café Crema by @wonderlandmind4

Bucky x Reader

The first time was an accident. The second time was coincidence. The third time is just unlucky. The fourth time is getting out of hand and the fifth may or may not be with intent. Otherwise known as The One Where He Spills Her Coffee.

36. If Only You Were Mine… by @bbgem329

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

You’ve been in love with Bucky Barnes since the moment you laid eyes on him. That was five years ago, when your older sister brought him home for a Sunday lunch and introduced him as her boyfriend.

37. желание by @sebbytrash

Bucky x Agent!Reader

Steve had drafted Bucky in to help with your training, not knowing you had feelings for him. Feelings? Ok, you were attracted to the man. Insanely so. And he hated you. Or at least that’s what you think, but is there more going on than you realise?

38. Awake My Soul by @foreverindreamlandd

Bucky x Reader Zombie Apocalypse AU

It's been five years since zombies first started walking the Earth, destroying anything and everything in their wake. Now, in this apocalyptic world, fighting for survival comes as naturally as breathing. The one thing you've learned ever since they arrived, though, is that the living can be so much more dangerous than the undead. When you stumble across two young, scared boys lost in the woods and being chased by walkers, you go against your better judgment and help them to safety. Little did you know that helping them would lead you to Bucky - an angry, grumpy, distrusting member of the camp Shield. Bucky has zero interest in having you enter his life. He's been hurt before and lost too many people to risk experiencing that kind of pain again, and he knows that there are secrets you aren't telling the group. Yet, when push comes to shove, and you're put at risk, he'll stop at nothing to keep you safe.

39. Fatality by @moonlight-prose

Bucky x Reader

After being dusted for five years he was back, except so were the memories he never had a hold of before. No longer did they sit dormant in his mind, but instead they attacked him day in and day out. Moments in time he didn’t believe were him. Until one returns to him and brings with it a piece of himself he thought he’d lost for good.

40. pretty woman, this is me trying by @captainsimagines

Bucky x Sex Worker!Reader

Bucky Barnes does not like to be touched. He’s completely ready to live a distant life and give up when the time is right. Until Stark hires him his own personal pretty woman. Over time, Bucky Barnes begins to learn how to touch again. How to feel again. How to love himself again.

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