#bucky x reader fireman au

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐖𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧’, 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧’

It was only meant to be a visit — to get to know them better, learn of their dynamic and learn just how you would fit in. They, however, had other ideas.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ༄ Fireman!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Fireman!Steve Rogers

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ༄ 5.2k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ༄ Fluff, aftercare ჻჻჻ SMUT: Oral (F + M receiving), fingering, protected piv, mutiple orgasms, denied orgasm, dom/sub/switch dynamics ჻჻჻ KINKS: Dirty talk, praise, voyeurism, exhibitionism, degredation, dumbification, objectification

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ༄ Look at those warnings, huh? Yeah, have fun folks. ✌ ༄ A very special thank you to my love, @duckybarnes1917's for your help and encouragement when I pitched this idea to you.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ༄ Eat Your Young by Hozier

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒂 ༄ @sgt-seabass

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ༄ @buckybarnesevents Into an Alternate June-iverse 𝗖𝟰 — First Responder AU — Masterlist

𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It had been only a few days since that encounter at the station. 

Embers had settled like lead weights in your stomach, lighting up your nerves with a mere spark – more often than not it was their text tone, or the sound of their honeyed voices on a call that was the culprit and soul cause, and the bastards knew it, too.

Very little deliberation was needed to come to your decision. An inane part of you, perhaps closer to the surface than you cared to admit, nor acknowledge, wanted this. You wanted to be a part of what they were, you wanted to feel the warmth of the love they could give, and… many other things. 

Before that thought could dig its claws too deep, the open roller doors of the station came into view, and you took a deep breath as you walked up the driveway. Steve and Bucky had asked you to pop in for a visit, and they had offered to take you home when their shift ended – naturally, you had been apprehensive about just whose home you’d be returning to. 

“There she is!” Steve called, making his way down the driveway with Bucky peeking around the doorway with a bright smile. “Hey there, sweetheart,” Steve said, glancing you up and down – and the action didn’t leave your skin crawling as you had felt all too many times before with other men, rather, you felt shy. “How’re you doing?”

“Good– I’m good, Stevie,” you replied, happily accepting his hug. 

“Hey! Nuh-uh,” Bucky rushed, jogging over, a full pout on his lips. “My turn.” Steve laughed and let you go, only for you to be swept into Bucky’s arms and off your feet. “She’s mine now, punk,” Bucky called, carrying you as he stalked into the station, ignorant of your breathless laugh and pleas to be let down. “Shouldn’t have let her go.”

“Let me down, Buck,” you laughed, hitting his shoulder with your hand and holding around the back of his neck for dear life with the other. “Please!”

“Alright, alright,” Bucky soothed, and he set you gently down on your feet. “There you go. Now, we’re cutting our shift short because Nat and Peter were gracious enough to come in an hour early.”

“Bless ‘em,” Steve cut in. “So, we can head home, decompress and relax, y’know.” The not-so-subtle wink and sly smirk gracing Steve’s handsome features only caused the inferno to ignite. 

Before you could reply, Bucky shoved him towards the locker room. “Get a move on then.”

Steve left with a salute and that left Bucky and you standing beside a parked fire truck. You went to open your mouth to speak, but a quiet yipping noise stalled the cogs in your mind, and you stared at Bucky with wide eyes. “Was that a dog?”

The sheepish shrug and shy smile that grew on his lips made him look so much younger – a boy caught red handed with his hand in the cookie jar. “Yeah… surprise?”

“You have a dog?”

Bucky went to open his mouth when the door leading to the office opened abruptly, and Peter appeared. “Oh, hey! It’s good to see you- whoa!”

You watched in awe as Peter stumbled, pushed to the side by two fast blurs darting out from behind his feet. They were small, but fast and over excited, the exact embodiment of what a puppy–puppies, would be. “You have puppies!”

“Yeah, yeah- Captain, no! Sit,” Bucky commanded, and you watched as the most excited of the two fell back from scrambling up your knees to his back legs in a perfect, fluid movement. You crouched down to be level with the two black and white – Dalmatian – puppies, cooing at them quietly. The smaller and calmer of the two stared up at you through bright blue eyes curiously, a slight tilt to their head.

“Who are these precious babies?” You asked, offering a hand to them so they could sniff. “They’re adorable.”

Bucky groaned as he kneeled down. “‘M gettin’ too old for this shit,” he joked, and you chuckled.

“You’re ageing like a fine wine, Buck,” you replied before you thought better of it, and your eyes widened. Shit, you silently cursed. 

“Why thank you, honey,” Bucky purred. Fuck. “Anyway,” he continued, pointing at the larger of the two puppies. “This is Captain, he’s Stevie’s boy.” You cooed at Captain and he whined quietly, wiggling with excitement. “And this,” Bucky pointed at the smaller puppy, a soft smile on his lips and eyes bright with love, “is Cleo. She’s my little girl.”

“I love them so much,” you gushed, not realising how Bucky’s gaze that held so much adoration and softness for his little Cleo, to you. “How old are they?”

“Old enough to be terrors,” Steve said above you and you jumped. “We goin’ home?”

“Yeah,” Bucky replied, getting to his feet with a huff. “You ready, doll?”

You nodded and scratched behind Captain and Cleo’s ears. “Do they stay here, or-”

“No,” Steve laughed, smiling fondly down at the two puppies. “C’mon guys, home time.” Like a scene from a Disney movie, the two bounding balls of energy ran after Steve as he walked out of the station, presumably towards their car. 

The jingling of keys pulled you from the sight of Steve’s broad back and you looked over at Bucky to see him already staring at you, a brow raised and an arrogant smirk plastered on his lips. “Quit ooglin’ my husband, honey,” he said, his voice low. “A fella might get the idea you want him more.”

You had the sense to roll your eyes at his dramatic ways, and he laughed as he slung an arm over your shoulder. His grin was contagious and you couldn’t help but mimic it as he walked you out the door, pointing the set of keys to a huge pick-up truck. “Let’s go home, hey?”

The drive home was sat in comfortable silence, interrupted by bouts of banter and the barking yips of overexcited puppies. Before long, Bucky pulled the truck into the driveway of a modest home reminiscent of a brownstone flat – the yard was small but tidy, and there was a two-car garage attached to the side. 

“Alright,” Steve said around a yawn. The puppies in his lap shifted and whined restlessly. “Welcome to our humble abode, sweetheart.”

“It’s gorgeous.” 

Bucky made a small noise of contentment and slid out the driver's seat, while you shifted and followed Steve off the bench seat and out the passenger door. The puppies ran onto the yard and jumped over one another, making you giggle at their antics. 

You could hear Bucky moving around the front of the truck and you went to look over your shoulder at him, only to jump and gasp in fright as Steve’s hand – callused and warm, grabbed your own and threaded his fingers through yours. “Easy, sweetheart,” Steve cooed, tightening his grip. “C’mon, come inside.”

With little choice, but with no hesitation, you followed Steve as he followed Bucky to the front door of their home. “Captain, Cleo– here,” Bucky called, and the two puppies ran between the gaps and through the doorway. “Bring our girl in, punk,” Bucky goaded, watching Steve as he stood in the doorway, still holding your hand and staring at you with an unreadable expression – Bucky’s voice seemed to wake him from his trance and he pulled you inside. 

The fact that Bucky moved to stand right behind you as soon as you walked through the threshold of their home, sent a chill of something up your spine and that pit of embers to become a sparking heap again. 

“D’you want something to drink, darlin’?” Steve asked. The endearment made your eyes widen only slightly and you recovered just in time to ask for some water – just. 

Captain and Cleo moved to settle on a giant dog bed in the living room beside the open doorway, and Bucky put a hand on your lower back, urging you forward into the cosy room and towards a couch. “Make yourself at home.”

“Okay,” you mumbled, taking a seat between three giant pillows. Opting for comfort in this new environment and in the presence of these two Gods among men, you grabbed one and leant it on your knees, hugging it to your chest. 

You watched as Bucky toed off his boots and slipped the suspenders off his shoulders, only he caught you staring and he smirked. “You’re so adorable, honey,” Bucky cooed and you felt hot, the cinders in your stomach igniting into a dull roar. “‘M gonna go get changed, Stevie will be with you in just a second, alright?”

As if Bucky had summoned him, Steve appeared around the corner, wearing sweats and a white tank top with a glass of water in one hand, a mug filled with a steaming liquid in the other. Steve and Bucky smiled at one another, and you watched with your mouth slightly agape as Bucky cupped the back of Steve’s neck roughly and pulled him into a kiss – holy fucking shit, you cursed. 

The visual was burnt into your eyelids and you took a deep breath just as they pulled apart, and Bucky departed – though not before he smacked Steve on the ass, the latter only rolling his eyes in response. 

“Here you go,” Steve said, offering you the glass of water before falling onto the couch next to you. He groaned loudly and threw his head back over the back of the couch and shuffled his legs so his thighs were spread, and you couldn’t resist the urge to stare at the way his muscles moved and pulled taut to show off that damned jawline. “You stare any longer, sweetheart, and I won’t be able to control myself.”

Dammit, you swore. So much for subtlety. 

More to distract yourself, you took a gulp of water and placed the cup down on a coaster on the coffee table. A low huff and whine came from the dog bed next to the couch and you looked over to see Cleo already staring at you sleepily. “Such an adorable baby girl,” you cooed.

“Nope, that’s you, honey,” Bucky said suddenly and you almost squeaked – thankfully you killed the noise in your throat before you could embarrass yourself further. “I know we talk every day at this point,” he continued, flopping down on your other side, and tucking his knee up under his other thigh so he could face you. “But how are you–how have you been feeling?”

It was difficult to discern just what he was asking – was he asking about how you felt about them? About the risque and teasing texts and calls you had more often than not initiated? 

“Don’t stress that pretty head of yours, honey, I meant exactly what I asked,” Bucky said quietly, and you felt Steve shift next to you, his interest obviously piqued. “How are you doing? Work, all that shit.”

“Oh,” you breathed, relieved. “I’ve been good, work has been busy–but I’ve been good.”

“We know,” Steve purred, his breath suddenly very hot against your neck. “Because you’re our good girl, aren’t you?”

You blanched. “What the-”

Their laughter broke the tension – deep belly laughs and wide grins, though when you looked at Steve, his grin had something else teasing, wolfish, and you found you liked it. 

“I would say I’m sorry,” Steve tried, grinning and flicking his gaze between Bucky and your deer-in-headlights-esque shock. “But I’m really not.”

“You fuckin’ menace, Stevie,” Bucky chuckled. “Leave ‘er alone!”

“What the hell was that?” You demanded, a grin teasing your own lips. In no way were you mad, though you were shocked with the visceral reaction to those simple words had on you – you knew you liked it, but that much?

You were doomed. 

“Nothin’, nothin’,” Steve sighed, still grinning, though he eyed you like a wolf who had cornered his prey. The air became thin and you felt Bucky shifting closer – the tension in the room crescendoed and your breath hitched as they fell silent, the heat of their combined gazes almost too much to bear. 

“Sweetheart,” Steve started, his voice low, tentative; an unspoken hesitance. “We brought you home to get to know you, and we are going to get to know you, just as you would get to know us, but,” he leant forward and time stopped – Steve was in your space, unyielding and determined to be heard. “Do you want this?”

“This?” You echoed breathlessly, only to end on a gasp when Bucky’s hand moved to your neck – no pressure exerted, no sense of danger, but a promise and an intention that stole your breath completely. You could feel Bucky’s thumb brushing soothingly against the side of your neck, but it only sent your head spinning.

Damn him for listening when you let slip you had enjoyed the thought of his or Steve’s hand around your throat. 

“Listen to Stevie, honey,” Bucky said, his tone firm and insistent. 

“You call the shots here,” Steve continued, though his gaze flickered from Bucky’s hand to your face. “But, to be honest, I want this–so does Buck, don’t you?”

“More than you can imagine,” Bucky growled. “What d’you say, doll?”

Blood pounded in your ears and you gulped, the movement against his hand made Bucky exhale heavily. “Yeah–Yeah I want this, I want it-”

“You tell us to stop if you need us to,” Steve commanded, watching only you and you met his gaze. “Understood?”

“Understood,” you answered.

The wolves pounced. Bucky tightened his grip on the sides of your neck while his other hand went to your hair, gripping it and pulling gently so your face was tilted up, where Steve claimed your mouth – his kiss was surprisingly soft, gentle from what you had expected. 

“Bedroom, now,” Bucky rasped, and Steve pulled back, running his thumb along your bottom lip. 

“Fuck,” Steve growled, his voice just as raspy as Bucky’s – like your admission and want for this had turned them feral. They pulled you to your feet and you gasped with the rush. “Jump, darlin’,” Steve demanded, and hazy as you felt, you did as you were told; only for the ground to become suddenly very far away. “Atta girl.”

Steve was carrying you – he was carrying you, and Bucky’s hand was insistently groping at Steve’s ass as he carried you down a hallway. “How are you-”

“Firefighter, honey,” Bucky drawled while he kicked the bedroom door shut with his foot. Steve placed you gently down on the bed and stood up, and when Steve moved to shuck down his sweats, Bucky whined, his hands flying forward and gripping Steve’s shoulders and pulling him into a heated kiss – teeth and tongue clashing like they were going to consume one another. 

Bucky pulled back only far enough to pull down Steve’s sweats, boxers included. “Mine, don’t do my job, Stevie- Fuck,” Bucky breathed, rushing to literally tear at Steve’s tank top with ease.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, and the two turned their heads to look at you – Steve’s expression heightened with a smug smirk, while Bucky looked at you through hooded eyes and a wolfish grin. 

“She’s pretty, ain’t she, Stevie?” Bucky said through his teeth, his gaze flashing dangerously. “I wan’ her.”

“Go to her, baby,” Steve ordered. The tone sent your stomach into a fit and the inferno spread like wildfire through your every last nerve – the intensity sending a rush of vertigo and you found yourself reaching out, desperate to touch. “Go on, you don’t stop until she comes, understood?”

Heaven above, you wondered if you could come alone from those words. 

“C’mere,” Bucky said, pulling you to your feet. With just as much ease as he had torn–undressed Steve, Bucky left you standing bare for only a solitary second before he pulled you onto the bed with a low, rumbling growl. The pillows were soft under your head and you sighed happily as Bucky settled his boxer-clad hips between your spread thighs. “You alright, honey?”

“I’m great,” you grinned, and Bucky laughed before he surged forward, marking the column of your throat with expert precision until your eyes fluttered closed. “Bucky, please-”

“Please what, sweetheart?” Steve asked, hovering by the head of the bed before he reached over and fisted Bucky’s hair, pulling back harshly. The moan that left Bucky’s lips made your breath stutter. “What do you want? Tell us.”

Bucky moved and tilted his head down, and whether it was a help or a hindrance, his clothed cock rubbed insistently against your clit and you moaned. “Be a good girl for us, honey,” he whispered, and he dropped to his elbows, caging you against him. 

“Please, please, I- I need to-”

“You want to come, is that it, darlin’?” Steve pondered. His gaze suddenly pinned Bucky in place, a realisation behind his flickered aggression. “Buck, baby, you didn’t do as you were told.”

Bucky froze before he lowered his head against your neck, mouthing at it while moving his hips against your heat torturously slow. “‘M gettin’ to it, Stevie,” he replied, his breath hot against your neck and suddenly, he started sucking in earnest – the sharp, intense feeling forcing a choked moan from you. 

“Get to it faster, then,” Steve admonished. You could sense the eye roll Bucky hid by the curtain of his hair, but he still moved down your body, mouthing at your skin and leaving a trail of heat that culminated between your hips – unbearably so. 

You watched, your breath hitching, while Bucky moved your legs either side of his head so your thighs rested on his broad, muscled, and tattooed shoulders. “Oh, god-” You tried, only for your breath to stutter and falter at the first broad lick of Bucky’s tongue against your clit. “Fuck!”

“Go on, baby,” Steve muttered, watching Bucky as he nestled closer. “Fuck her with your tongue.”

The feeling was indescribable – the pull of Bucky’s mouth and the warmth and pressure of his tongue insistently drawing patterns just as pretty as his tattoos on your clit, only to stop and move his tongue down, paying attention to your weeping cunt. You couldn’t hear his groans and moans over the roaring in your ears, though you were grounded by the soft brush of Steve’s fingers down your neck and over your shoulder. 

It was short lived. 

As Bucky forced his tongue to do as Steve had ordered, Steve lowered his head to suckle at a breast, his hand coming to cup your other breast and flick the hardened nub until you whimpered. 

The bed began to squeak and rock and you lifted your head to see Bucky’s hips thrusting desperately against the edge. “Baby, no, you come when she does,” Steve cut in, his tone snappish and commanding. You could have sworn you felt Bucky’s whine through your entire body with how he had sucked your clit into his mouth. 

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Steve purred, turning to look at you. A harsh suck from Bucky forced a hiccuped moan from your lips and you whined, fisting your hands in Bucky’s hair. “He’s makin’ you feel good, huh?”

“Y-Yeah, oh, fuck- Ah!”

“Oh, sweetheart, lookatchu,” Steve continued, ignorant of your heaving breaths and inability to hear nor compute a damn thing except for the fact Bucky was swirling and suckling at your clit like a man starved. “So fuckin’ pretty like this.”

“Bucky! Oh, fuck- Fuck!” You cried, startling at the feeling of Bucky’s fingers burying themselves deep in your cunt. “Please!”

Your pleading only spurred Bucky on, and you watched through blurred vision as Steve grinned wickedly, his gaze focused on Bucky's head shaking side to side. “You’re fuckin’ her real good, baby,” Steve breathed, and his gaze snapped towards your pleading expression. “Oh, you’re close, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yeah!” You cried. “Steve, Steve please-”

“Bucky, baby,” Steve said, still looking at you and you did your best to stare back, to hold his gaze. “Be a good boy for me and make her come, she wants to be your good girl.” 

Fire burst through every nerve and your back arched to the ceiling, your mouth opened in a silent scream, and Bucky still did not stop. “That’s it, good girl, there’s a good girl- Fuck,” Steve breathed. Waves and waves of sensations crashed against you, pulling you under, with every brush of Bucky’s fingers and tongue and every suck of his lips. He followed you as you writhed on the bed, drawing out every last second of your climax. 

Bucky finally pulled back from between your thighs for breath, his chest heaving while your slick covered his lips and chin. The impish grin that split his face made you twitch and whine breathlessly, though it didn’t deter him from launching up onto the bed to claim your lips in a heated kiss. 

“Baby,” Steve rushed, pulling Bucky off you and ignoring his grunt of protest. “Lie back, baby, I want your dick in my mouth.”

The promise made Bucky move almost comically quick and he rested his back against the bed head, thighs spread. “Catch your breath, honey,” Bucky whispered as Steve moved to settle between Bucky’s thighs. “We’re not done with you.”

You watched in daze as Steve pulled Bucky’s boxers down, and you revelled in the groan of pleasure that escaped Bucky as Steve swallowed him to the hilt with no preamble. “Stevie, fuck,” Bucky gasped, fisting Steve’s blond hair and holding him in place. “‘M not gonna last long, baby, fuck.”

A rush of energy pulsed through you and you got to your knees, wobbling only slightly. Bucky watched you through hooded eyes, reaching a hand out and you took it, falling against his side and pulling him into a heated kiss – swallowing his moans and cries. You hissed against his lips as his hand wandered down your back to cup and grope at the globes of your ass – his hands rough but warm. 

Bucky’s hips jerked up violently and he cried out, his stomach flexing and you watched in awe as Steve worked faster. “Baby, ‘m gonna come, don’t you dare stop- Fuck!”

“Bucky,” you simpered and his gaze snapped to you – his once bright eyes blackened and eclipsed, so fucking far gone, you mused silently. “Come for me, handsome, c’mon.”

The loud shout that echoed off the walls made you grin dazedly, triumphant at wrecking the man before you like he did you. You watched as Bucky twitched and moaned, writhing weakly against Steve’s incessant sucking, his cheeks still hollowed. “Stevie- please, I can’t,” Bucky gasped, sagging in relief when Steve finally pulled off, grinning that same wicked smile. 

That same smile he turned on you. “My turn.”

“Wha-” You tried, though your attempt at being coherent was marred by the fact Bucky had manhandled you into his lap, locking you in place by trapping your arms by your sides and forcing your legs open and keeping them there with his feet. The heat billowing from Bucky burned against your skin, and you wriggled, whining from the feel of his still hard cock resting against your lower back.

“Shh, honey,” Bucky cooed, resting his chin against your shoulder. Despite the rush you found your breathing slowing at his soothing tone. “I’ve gotchu, and Stevie’s gonna fuck you so good you won’t remember your own fuckin’ name, how ‘bout that?”

“Fuck,” you croaked, shivering in his hold. You could feel your cunt clench around nothing and you began to pant, as desperate to get air as you were to finally be filled with Steve’s cock. 

“She’s so pretty like this, Buck, fuckin’ hell,” Steve rambled, rooting through a bedside draw before pulling free a foil packet. “Touch her for me.”

“Oh-” You shuddered, your legs jerking against Bucky’s hold as his hand wandered down your stomach.

“Be good for me, honey, my sweet doll, huh?” Bucky breathed and you whimpered. The feel of his fingers trailing so close caused goosebumps to rise in the wake of his fingers, right until they settled between your folds and circled your clit. 

“That’s it, baby,” Steve breathed, stopping his rush to just watch. “Speed it up, I think she can come once more– what d’you think, sweetheart?”

“I can’t-”

“You can,” Bucky replied. “Stevie wants to watch you come undone again, and like the good girl you are-” As he spoke, his fingers picked up their speed and you heaved for breath against the onslaught of sensation. “-You’re gonna put on a show for ‘im, aren’t you?”

“Ye-Yeah, ah! I am, I- oh,” you gasped, and with your arms trapped you could only scramble to hold Bucky’s hips, the pillows, the sheets – something, anything to ground yourself. 

“Come for me, sweetheart,” Steve called, though he sounded underwater – muffled and so far away. “Let go, let go for us.”

You screamed to the ceiling, shaking violently through your second climax that cleaved you like a whip, and Bucky was the only thing holding you together. 

“Fuck, if she looks as pretty as she does without our cocks filling her, Stevie,” Bucky mumbled into your hair, soothing the aftershocks with gentle kisses against your temple. “Imagine how she’d look while you’re gonna fuck her.”

Steve groaned loudly in response. “Move, Buck, I need-”

You whined as Bucky slowly lowered you down his front so your hips were canted forward, and your shoulders rested against his middle, just above his stomach. “There you go, doll, easy,” he soothed, pulling your slumped head back against his chest. “You with us, honey?”

“Yeah,” you said, your voice hoarse, but you grinned dopily up at them. “Don’ stop, more-”

They laughed heartily – the rumbling in Bucky’s chest soothing something deep in your mind. It was hard to form any string of thought, coherent or not. 

“You’re just so fuckin’ pretty, sweetheart,” Steve whispered, and you whined, chasing his lips. “No, I wanna watch you.”

If Bucky hadn’t kept hold of you, you could have sworn you had started to ascend – the stretch of Steve’s cock burned, the pain exactly what you had wanted, and you moaned loudly. “That’s it, honey,” Bucky cooed, moving a hand to squeeze your breast. “Takin’ Stevie so well, fuck.”

“Oh, god,” Steve groaned, bottoming out in your cunt and stilling. The small twitches against your walls made you whimper, though you grinned wickedly up at him, watching his bowed head until he met your gaze. “Sweetheart, what are- Shit!”

You chuckled weakly and you felt Bucky move behind you, his lips nipping at the side of your neck. “You tryin’ to make him come, huh, kitten?”

The name pulled a moan from your lips and Steve gasped, your cunt squeezing him like a vice – the once steady rhythm you had pulsing around him thrown out. 

“Do that again, Buck,” Steve breathed. “She’s fuckin’ squeezing me.”

“Aw,” Bucky cooed, and you groaned when Steve started to move – far too fucking slowly. “You want Stevie to fuck you senseless? You want Steve to squirm?”

“Uh-huh,” you replied quietly. 

“She’s too fucked out to form words, baby,” Bucky said to Steve, his tone biting and just the perfect amount of mockery. “I want you to fuck her– fuck her just how you want, go on.”

“Not funny, Buck,” Steve gritted out before he thrusted hard enough to jolt you up Bucky’s chest. It was like you weren’t there – a toy for them to use to rile one another up, and you fucking loved it. 

“Oh, it is,” Bucky continued, shifting slightly so he could attack the other side of your neck. Your whimpers and moans were completely ignored while Steve thrusted shallowly. “You better fuck our girl senseless, baby, or I’ll have to do it myself. You don’t want that do you? You want her pussy all to yourself, you don’t want to share, do you?”

The words were a catalyst to something – the cogs of Steve’s mind finally clicking into place to reveal the wolfish greed he had harboured from the beginning. His thrusts turned brutal and every rock of his hips punched a moan from your lungs, the quickfire and brutality of each thrust driving you up Bucky’s chest. 

“Please-” You gasped, scrabbling to grab hold of something and Bucky’s hip was the only thing you could find purchase on. “Please, oh, fucking- Stevie!”

“That’s it, kitten, scream for him,” Bucky purred before grabbing the back of Steve’s neck and pulling him into a bruising kiss, throwing off his rhythm. You whined loudly and Bucky pulled back, chuckling darkly. “Fuck her, Stevie, make her come.”

A low growl shook Steve’s chest, and it rattled your last sense of control. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he rambled, attaching his lips to your neck, the opposite side of where Bucky was marking you with his teeth and tongue. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”

You clamped down tighter on his cock and your moans grew in pitch, but Steve didn’t falter. “She’s close, Stevie, good boy,” Bucky purred. Steve only moaned, shifting his knees so he could fuck you harder. You could feel Bucky’s hand moving down your stomach and a loud static filled your ears. “You wanna come for him, don’t you, kitten? You wanna be a good girl for us?”

Words failed you. Your mouth opened and closed uselessly as you felt Bucky reach your hip, though he didn’t stop. A full body shudder tore through your limbs and you keened, curling inwards as Bucky’s fingers found your much too sensitive clit with his fingers – all through Bucky’s deft touches, Steve didn’t stop his thrusts, if anything, they got harder, faster, as he chased his release.

“Come for us, honey,” Bucky whispered, his breath hot on the shell of your ear. Steve nodded desperately and whined as the start of your climax trapped him, your cunt sucking him in and not allowing him to leave. “Come for us, kitten- Good girl! Oh, lookatchu! Fuck, that’s a girl, good girl-”

You were drowning in pleasure, you couldn’t breathe – couldn’t feel anything but the deadly throes and sensations of Steve’s cock grinding against that spot and the feeling of Bucky’s breath, hot on your neck. 

Slowly, you came to laying on your side, pressed between two bodies. 

“There she is– hey, sweetheart,” Steve whispered in your ear. Somehow, he was holding you to his chest and Bucky was laying facing you, his eyes opening quickly at Steve’s words. 

“Stevie fucked you a bit too good, honey,” Bucky chuckled, cupping your jaw and sidling closer so he could kiss your forehead. “Are you alright?” As he spoke, Steve rubbed one hand up and down your side as you shivered, squeezing you close with the other. 

“‘M fine,” you said. “Wha’ happened?”

“You blacked out, doll,” Bucky explained. “It was only for a little while.”

“Awesome,” you whispered, and Steve and Bucky laughed. “Are you guys okay?”

“Fuckin’ fantastic,” Steve said – you could hear the grin in his words, and Bucky nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. “We can talk serious shit later, alright? We wanna hold you a lil’ longer.”

“I would love that,” you hummed happily and snuggled into Steve’s arms, smiling as Bucky moved even closer. 

One thing was for sure, today for sure cemented the fact that you had made the right decision – now all you had to do was buckle in for the ride.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

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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.

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

How is September already?! Let's not dwell on that, instead, focus on these fabulous writers and stories I had the pleasure of reading throughout August 🌻

As always, the majority of these stories contain 18+ content, please check all warnings, you are responsible for your own media consumption. Please make sure you reblog these stories and give the writers the love they deserve 🩷

Ari Levinson ✨

Playing with fire by @flordeamatista

bodyguard!ari levinson x mafia!princess reader

Diplomatic negotiations by @oh-my-damn

Teacher!Ari Levinson x Student!Reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

On my mind by @targaryenvampireslayer

Best friend Bucky Barnes x female reader

Only the two of us by @barnesafterglow

tfatws!bucky x fem!reader

Aroma by @navybrat817

Florist!Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Soother by @kinanabinks

Scientist!Bucky x Sex Worker!Reader

Dirty little secret by @vellicore

DBF!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Heart talk by @jobean12-blog

Bucky x reader

Passionate negotiations by @targaryenvampireslayer

Mob boss!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Bell pepper by @bi-disaster-yn

Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Made for me by @lilacletter

Eddie Munson x reader

Bring me a dream by @cursedyuta

eddie munson x reader

Under your skin by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader (Tattoo!Artist!Eddie AU)

Joel Miller ✨

Take it slow by @eupheme

joel miller x f!reader

Nick Fowler ✨

His by @jobean12-blog

Nick Fowler x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

x by @lunarbuck

Lee Bodecker x f!reader (any race)

Steve Rogers ✨

Fragile by @syntheticavenger

Dark! Alpha Steve Rogers x Female Reader

His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Multiple characters ✨

Built differently by @rookthorne

Fireman!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Fireman!Steve Rogers

Secret ingredient by @straywords

Dark! PTA Dads! Stucky x Teacher! Reader

[nastybuckybarnes]

In a Heartbeat  -  Six

Pairing: Fireman!Bucky X Reader 

Summary: You’ve always been careful with your heart. With your condition, you don’t exactly have any other choice. The last time you let someone in, you paid the price. A price you don’t plan on paying again. Until Bucky comes in and shatters your carefully crafted world.

Warnings: Fluff, Language, Implied Smut, Angst, Injuries, Angst,

Word Count: 2.9K

A/n: hi here’s the second last part! I hope you guys enjoy. I’m in a weird place mentally right now because there’s been so much going on in my family life that I have no idea how to process. But I hope you guys enjoy this because I really enjoyed writing it. We will have one more part and then this series will be finished!!!

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~*~

The smell of coffee pulls you from your sleep.

Eyelids flutter open and you’re confused for a moment until you remember last night. A small smile spreads across your face and you stretch in Bucky’s bed, taking note of the sore spots on your body.

You push yourself to a seated position and take a look around the room.

Bucky’s gone, but you can hear him rummaging around in the kitchen.

You slowly leave the bed and walk to the bathroom, stopping on your way to pick up your discarded clothes.

After you’ve finished, you make your way to the kitchen, your heart filling with warmth when you see him.

He’s got his bare back to you as he prepares something, wearing nothing more than a pair of sweatpants.

“Morning,” you whisper, trying not to startle him. He glances over his shoulder and smiles at you. “Good morning.” You walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his torso and pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

He stops whatever he was doing and holds your hands, leaning into your touch and sighing.

“How’d you sleep last night?” He asks after a moment of silence, pulling a pan off of the hot element then turning around to look at you.

You smile up at him and he swears his heart melts.

You're so beautiful. Glowing and angelic in the early morning sunlight peeking through a partially opened window.

“Not too bad at all.” He smiles, leaning down to press a soft and sweet kiss to your lips.

“Yeah, same here. Got far more sleep than I should’ve, though,” he murmurs, trailing kisses down your neck. A soft sigh slips past your lips and your head falls back, granting him more access.

His hands find your hips and he hoists you up onto the counter, knocking a glass off and sending it shattering to the floor.

“Jesus!” You exclaim, jumping at the sound and hitting your forehead against Bucky’s. The two of you groan, the brunet’s eyes widening with fear.

“I’m sorry!” He exclaims, looking between the broken glass, your face, and your chest as if to see if your heart’s about to give out.

You smile softly at him and cup his cheeks gently, pulling his face up until he’s looking at you.

“It’s okay, James. I promise I’m not as fragile as you think. I can handle a few loud noises.”

He sighs and bumps his nose against yours a few times before lowering his head to the crook of your neck.

“I just don’t want anything to happen to you. I worry about you, (Y/n).” You wrap your arms around his torso tightly, one hand finding its way into his hair to massage his scalp.

“I worry about you too. Of the two of us, I think you’re more at risk than I am.” He chuckles against your clavicle and shakes his head, pressing his lips against your skin while mumbling “it’s not a competition to see who’ll die first.” Then he pulls away to stand upright and look at you with those piercing blue eyes of his.

“But just because my line of work is dangerous doesn’t ever mean that I don’t worry about you.” You lean up and kiss him softly, ending the conversation as your lips move more passionately against his.

He pulls away after a long moment, eyes dark and lips kiss-swollen.

“You stay up here while I clean this up. Then... how about we take this to the bedroom?” You nod, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you watch his muscles flex while he cleans up the broken glass.

~*~

You sit in front of your apartment in Bucky’s truck, his hand in yours as the two of you talk about your heart.

“I’m not as fragile as you think I am, James,” you reiterate for the thousandth time. He sighs, thumb rubbing over the back of your hand.

“I just want you to be safe, doll. I want what’s best for you.” His words anger you far more than they should and you pull your hand from his grasp.

“I wish everyone would stop assuming that they know what I need. Everyone always thinks that they know what’s best for me but they don't! I know what’s best for me. I’m sick of being treated like a child because of my illness. I just want someone to take my side for once and let me be me and live my life the way I want to! Is that really so much to ask?!”

Your outburst has your heart beating hard and, as if sensing that, Bucky tries desperately to defuse the situation.

“Doll, I do have your side, I just-”

“No! That should be it! If you had my side you wouldn’t be justifying treating me like a child, James.” He frowns, reaching for your hand only for you to pull it out of reach.

“I-I’m just gonna go.” You leave his truck without another word, frustrated and flustered but not willing to go back on what you said.

He sits in front of your building, three little words on the tip of his tongue and absolutely flabbergasted with the way the day has taken a turn. Things started off so well this morning.

You rake your hands through your hair, glancing at your phone as it starts to ring.

You can’t talk to him right now. Maybe later, but not right now.

Half an hour later, Natasha is blowing up your phone too.

You don’t want to talk to them.

You feel like shit for blowing up on Bucky like that but you needed to get your point across. All your life you’ve been treated like a child, even into adulthood. Nat hovers around you like a mother hen and now Bucky’s doing the same.

It absolutely isn’t unreasonable of you to want them to treat you like an equal. As much as they say that you’re more than your illness, you know that they still see it whenever they look at you, and you absolutely hate that.

~*~

“Miss (Y/l/n), can I use the washroom?” You glance over at the little girl before smiling softly.

“Not until Tommy comes back, Sammy. We can’t have too many of you out at one time, okay?” She nods, thumb in her mouth as she resumes her colouring.

You’re doing your rounds, making sure all the students are doing well when the blaring of the fire alarm goes off.

A few kids scream in fear, but you shush them quickly, eyes finding Wanda’s as ice shoots through your veins.

You’re not supposed to have a fire drill today.

“Okay everyone, single file. Follow me. Leave everything where it is, okay? We’ve gotta get out just like we always practiced. Right outside onto the field, c’mon,” Wanda says, standing up and leading the way out of the classroom. You stay at the back, waiting until all the children are out of the room before closing the door and following after them.

You descend the stairs, dark clouds of smoke already filling the hallways and making kids cry.

The school is hectic and chaotic as all the teachers try to get their students to safety.

As you reach the field you stop dead in your tracks, looking at Wanda with wide eyes.

“Tommy’s in the bathroom,” you whisper, horror plain as day on your face as you turn back to the burning building.

Smoke is pouring out of a few open windows, and the last few people are trickling out, some of them crying, some of them laughing, thinking it’s a game.

Sirens fill the air but you’re already running back to the building, knowing he’d be far too terrified to leave the safety of the bathroom.

“(Y/n) no! Wait for the fire department!” She shouts, but it’s too late. You’re already back in the building, a wall of heat slamming into you.

You take a few careful breaths then take the stairs two at a time in your haste to find the boy.

Your heart is already beating far too fast, you know that, but you can’t stop. Not now. Even as the smoke rises and the air gets stuffier you continue up the stairs.

Tommy’s somewhere in the burning building and you’re not going to leave him.

“Tommy!” You shout, squinting as a cloud of black clouds your vision right as you reach the second floor.

You crouch down, pulling the hem of your blouse up to cover your mouth and nose. It’s both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, it prevents smoke inhalation, but on the other hand, it’s preventing you from getting the oxygen you need.

“Tommy!” You try again, pushing your way through the familiar halls until you get to the boys’ bathroom.

You hear faint crying and you swear your heart shatters in your chest.

“Tommy!” You push into the bathroom and find Tommy cowering against the far wall, tears staining his cheeks.

“M-Miss (Y/l/n)!” He scrambles to his feet and launches himself at you, hugging you around your waist and sobbing against your chest. You kneel down with him, hugging him tightly and rubbing his back.

“I-I didn't know wh-what to d-do and I was s-scared!” He cries, sniffling against you and holding onto you for dear life.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m here. You’re okay. But we need to leave. Do you remember what your daddy told you about fires? Cause I’m gonna need you to be my personal fireman, okay?” He sniffles a few times then nods, pulling away to wipe the tears from his eyes and take a few deep breaths.

“Alright. Let’s go.” You push out of the bathroom and are instantly hit with intense heat and the stench of smoke.

You push Tommy’s head down and as out of the smoke as you can and lift your other hand to shield your eyes as you try to find an exit.

The staircase has been engulfed by the fire, the flames devouring the only exit besides a window. But those are bolted shut to prevent any accidents.

Your chest tightens and your vision blurs, heart hammering much too hard in your chest. Your ears begin to ring and your knees buckle and you know you need your pills. Or at the very least, you need to sit down.

“The art room! It has the big windows and the heavy doors! Daddy says that heavy doors block out the smoke better!” You nod and follow him into the art room, collapsing on your knees as soon as the door is closed. You can’t breathe. The air just won’t find your lungs.

“C’mon miss (Y/l/n)! The window! We need to break it cause then they can hear us.” He grabs your hand and yanks with all his might, and his determination is enough to have you forcing yourself to your feet and banging on the window with as much strength as you can muster.

Tommy’s pounding against it with all his might, and you can’t help the tears that finally fall down your cheeks as your legs give out.

“Keep trying, Tommy,” you rasp, chest aching and heart pounding. He looks at you in complete fear, not sure what to do.

“Miss (Y/l/n)?” He asks softly, crouching down next to you as you cough softly. You take a few slow breaths, your heart stuttering in your chest.

“Keep going, Tommy. You’ve got this. You’re a fireman, just like your daddy and your Uncle Bucky.” Bucky. More tears fall down your cheeks at the thought of him.

Your eyes fall closed, head lolling to the side as the last of your energy leaves you.

You wish you could apologize to him. Tell him that you love him, that you appreciate everything he does for you.

The ringing in your ears grows until it’s deafening. Until the sound consumes you and pulls you gently into darkness.

~*~

The fire bell rings and the men are all on their feet, grabbing their gear and pulling it on as swiftly as they can.

“Rogers! I want you to sit this one out,” Chief Fury says, his arms crossed over his chest. The men all slow for just a moment before resuming their haste, Steve the only exception.

“What? Why?” He’s never been asked to sit out of a job before. Fury waits until the other men have piled into the firetruck.

“Now, it could very well be nothing but the call... it’s for the elementary school. I know your little one goes there and I can’t have you on the cal- Rogers!” Steve’s got his suit on and he’s in the truck in record time, jaw clenched hard and hands balled into tight fists.

The men are silent, having pieced it together and not wanting to argue with their captain.

Steve will take the heat from Fury after. All that matters is making sure his son is safe.

Almost as if realizing that there’s not one, but two people emotionally invested in this case, the eyes turn to Bucky. The brunet has his own eyes pinned between his boots, fingers of his flesh hand trembling slightly.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Sam whispers, his usual joking demeanour long gone.

The rest of the ride is silent, but as soon as they pull up to the school the men are jumping out and Steve is barking orders at them.

“Sam, you go make sure the building’s empty. Buck, you-” but the brunet is sprinting over to Wanda, a look of desperation on his face when he sees the tears on hers.

“Where is she?” He demands, his chest heaving and his entire world on the brink of collapsing.

“Sh-she went back inside to find Tommy. They never c-came back out.” He stumbles back a step, directly into Steve who waits impatiently for the news.

“She went in to find him,” Bucky whispers, the world around him going quiet as he turns and focuses solely on the burning building, searching for any possible sign of you.

Steve’s face falls, his heart crumbles and his whole world shatters.

“Tommy.”

The two race to the building only to be stopped by Sam and Clint.

“Entire entrance and staircase are up. There’s no way to get in there unless we break a window.”

Steve takes a few careful breaths then nods.

“Work on getting it as contained as possible. We’ve got at least two still inside.” Sam’s heart hurts for the blond as he races around the building like a chicken with his head cut off.

“Tommy!” He shouts, hands cupped around his mouth to amplify his voice.

“Wait, Steve! Look!” Bucky points to a spot on the side of the building where a second thinner stream of smoke is leaving the building, this one in a different direction than the others.

A second opening in the building.

The two are running to investigate, and Steve’s heart bubbles.

“Tommy!” The little boy is crying in the broken window, head completely out to suck in as much fresh air as he can.

“Daddy!”

“Hold on, Tommy! We’re gonna get you!” He drops his head to his radio and calls for the truck to be pulled around.

“Daddy, Miss (Y/l/n) won’t wake up!” The little boy cries, his face dirty with tears and ash.

Bucky can’t breathe. He thinks he might be sick.

He’s definitely going to be sick.

He stumbles away from the building, away from the people and anyone who can see him and collapses on his knees, dry heaving into the grass while the others pull the truck around.

Steve's up the ladder and at the window, telling his son to move out of the way so he can break the window further.

“C’mon Buck. We’ve got a job to do. C’mon.” Sam helps him to his feet and Bucky nods, grinding his teeth together in a pathetic attempt at hiding his tears.

“Sam! Come give me a hand!” Steve’s voice says through the radio. Bucky follows to the truck, mind numb, body numb, and ears ringing.

“She’s in here, but her pulse is sporadic. We’ve gotta get her out now.” That lights a fire under the brunets ass and he’s nearly throwing himself to the truck right as Steve starts climbing down, Tommy clinging like a koala to his back with one arm, the other wrapped in a sloppy sling.

The ambulances are ready, lights flashing and stretchers at the ready.

Steve rushes his son over, his oxygen mask pressed against the six-year-old’s face.

“Set him down, c’mon.” He does as instructed and takes a half-step back to allow the paramedics room to inspect him.

Bucky’s eyes move from his nephew up to the window where Sam disappeared, his heart in his throat as he finally sees movement.

Sam emerges, his oxygen mask on your face and your limp body strewn over his shoulder.

A familiar head of red hair is pushing a stretcher right to the ambulance, ready to take your body as soon as Sam’s down.

He lays you down carefully and Bucky’s immediately at your side, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Buck, give us some space, okay?” Nat whispers, her voice fully professional, though he can see the pain in her eyes. He takes a deep breath but nods, stepping back and watching as you get rolled away.

A hand is on his shoulder and he glances over at the person.

“C’mon. We’ve got a fire to put out.”

[jobean12-blog]

Lucky Charm

Pairing: Bucky x reader (Fireman!Bucky AU)

Word Count: 2,091

Summary: Bucky rescues you in more ways than one. 

Author’s Note: This is for two things: The HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ continuation of drunk drabbles and the prompt sent in below as well as the HBC’s 24 hour surprise challenge: Quarantine Heroes. I went with the Fireman AU because well, Bucky as a fireman is amazing and I have a very special one in my family. Thank you to all the amazing people out there working to keep us safe, love to you all, always! Thank you for sending in the prompt, hope you don’t mind I combined it with my story! Thank you all for reading! LOVE❤❤❤

Warnings: fluff, lots of smiling and flirting, implied smut, Bucky being a fireman, sweet fluffy fluff, DOG NOSES! :) 

Walking down the aisle of the grocery store you search for your favorite cereal. Finally spotting a few boxes on the very top shelf you stop your cart and look around mumbling to yourself, “how the hell am I going to reach that?” You step on the bottom shelf and test its strength, watching as it bows under the pressure of your foot.

“Nope.” you say to yourself and back up.  “Hey, doll, need some help?” You whirl around, hand over your heart as you lock eyes with one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen. His smile crinkles the corners of his eyes as you take in his gear; tight navy tee shirt, suspenders resting across his broad shoulders and chest and black protective pants. It takes you a moment to find your voice, “yes, please. I can’t reach my cereal.”

Tearing his eyes away from you he looks up, “which one can I grab for ya, doll.” He’s only called you doll twice but you’re certain you want to hear it fall from his lips for the rest of your life. A blush coats your cheeks as you murmur, “Lucky Charms.” His smile widens as he reaches up and grabs 4 boxes. “Here you go, one for you, and three for us. The guys love this stuff too.”

You rock back and forth on the balls of your feet, hugging the box of cereal, “thanks for coming to my rescue.” His laugh rings through the aisle and you can’t help your own giggle from escaping. “Anytime, doll, it’s my job,” he says with a wink. “I’m James by the way, but everyone calls me Bucky.”

“Nice to meet you, Bucky. I’m y/n.” “Barnes!!! Barnes, quitcha flirting and let’s go, I’m hungry.” With one last dazzling smile Bucky bids you farewell, “pleasure is all mine, y/n, hope to see ya around.” You watch him jog off toward the other guys, the one who yelled for Bucky giving you a wink and a wave. You wave back, turning around quickly to hide your ear to ear grin.

The next morning you wake to sunshine and a cool breeze coming in through the open window. You sit up and watch your dog do her downward dog off the bed, immediately nosing you for breakfast. You both have a bite to eat then decide it’s too nice not to head out for a morning walk.

As soon as the warm sunshine hits your face you’re reminded of Bucky and his smile, warmth now flooding through your body for a different reason. You round the corner, mind far away as you keep going over your run in with the handsome fireman from yesterday.

It isn’t until you almost trip over Huckle’s leash that you hear a voice calling your name. Turning toward the sound you watch as Bucky jogs toward you, “hey y/n!!! I wasn’t sure I’d ever get your attention.” You both laugh as he bends down to pet your dog. “And who is this cutie?”  he asks in his best ‘omg I love dogs’ voice. “That’s Huckle!”

He continues rubbing her chest and sides, laughing as Huckle licks his face, “I think she likes me.” Bucky finally stands and you take a moment to get another good look at him. You never thought suspenders could look so good. “She loves walks and it was such a nice morning we had to come out and enjoy it,” you explain.

“Beautiful,” he hums, his eyes looking you over. Your skin tingles under his heated gaze and you finally remember how to speak, “what are you doing out here.” He turns his head and points to the firehouse, “at work. I saw you walking by and had to say hi.”

“I’m glad you did. I hope I’m not taking up too much of your time.” He motions for you to follow him, “not at all, doll, in fact, you’ll have to come say hi to the guys now because they’ve been staring at us the whole time and I’ll get endless shit over it if I don’t introduce you properly.”

Your stomach drops, nervousness instantly taking over as you walk slowly behind him, “are you sure, Bucky, I don’t want to be in the way or anything.” This time he grabs your hand and pulls you along, “not at all, it’s a quiet morning.”

The door to the firehouse is open and you see the other firemen perched in various positions by the opening, a couple of them holding bowls of Lucky Charms. The one who winked and waved to you yesterday stands up and yells, “hey look it’s our lucky charm.” Bucky leans down next to your ear and whispers, “just ignore them, they live to tease anyone they can.”

Knowing your cheeks must be as red as the engine you dip your head and laugh, “hey guys!” Bucky stops with his hands on his hips, “ok, enough Wilson, save it for her next visit.” The whole group erupts into snickers and whistles, “you plan on having her back then, Barnes, yeah!” Bucky turns a grinning face to you, “this is the first time I’ve brought a girl around.”

Now it’s your turn to give him a bright smile, “well, I certainly feel special.” Huckle strains on her leash as she pulls you closer inside. The guys crowd around to pet her much to her glee and it gives you and Bucky a quiet moment. “So, you must live close by then,” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck. “I do, right around the corner actually, what about you?” “Just a few blocks over, makes getting to work really easy.”

The two of you notice the silence simultaneously, turning to see Huckle lying on her back, surrounded by 5 grinning guys. The one named Wilson speaks first, “well, Barnes, ask her out already. We’re all waitin’.” Throwing them the middle finger he grabs Huckle’s leash and walks you both back out into the sunshine, “so whaddya say doll, would you go out with me some time?”

Your answer is immediate, “I’d love to!” Cheers erupt from the doorway, complete with high fives and fist bumps. “How do you manage all day with them?” you ask with a sweet laugh. “It’s not that bad…. sometimes I end up punching one of them but ya know, we love each other.” You throw your head back in laughter, “I bet.”

“Can I get your number? I’ll check out the shifts for the weekend and let you know when I’m free so we can set something up.” Taking his phone from his hand you punch in your name and number, handing it back to him, “there ya go.” He looks down, the small green four-leaf clover emoji next to your name making him smile for the 100th time. “Thanks, lucky charm, I’ll talk you soon.” In a bold move you lean up and kiss him on the cheek, waving goodbye to the sounds of more cheers and whistles.

Your first date with Bucky is everything you hoped it would be, he’s sweet and romantic but all the while assertive and strong in all the right ways. You’re falling hard but you don’t want to mess it up by moving too fast. The evening ends with a heated kiss on your doorstep, Bucky reluctant to pull away from your soft lips, “I’m sorry if I took that too far, doll, it’s just…I’ve been thinking about kissing you since we met.”

Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt you pull him down to your lips once again, effectively letting him know it was more than fine. When you finally separate it’s with heavy breaths and swollen lips. “Can I see you again?” he whispers, eyes darting back to your lips. “I can’t wait,” you say, giving him one more chaste kiss before backing into your doorway and slowly closing it. The last thing you see is Bucky standing there with his bottom lip between his teeth and his eyes dark.

The next few days go by in a blur, work keeping you busy and your upcoming date with Bucky keeping you giddy. Bucky had a 24-hour shift on Thursday, so your date was scheduled for Saturday to give him some time to rest.

Saturday arrived and you couldn’t stop smiling. It seemed you had been doing that since you met him. Bucky showed up at your door on time and looking better than ever. The jeans he wore hugged his thick thighs perfectly and the buttons of his shirt were pulled tight across his muscled chest.

“You look gorgeous, doll.” Your heart goes aflutter in your chest, the use of the endearment never failing to make you swoon. “Thanks,” you reply shyly, taking his hand and heading out. Your second date is even better than the first, Bucky’s attentiveness something you weren’t used to. He just seems so perfect.

The end of night finds you pressed against your door, Bucky’s hard body flush to yours as he kisses you senseless. You pull away to take a breath, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, “do you wanna come in?” Cupping your cheek, he quietly asks, “are you sure, y/n? I can wait if that’s what you want.” Running your fingers under his shirt you grab the waistband of his jeans, “I want you.”

His large hands fumble with the door, finally getting it open as you two practically fall inside. Your night together is better than anything you could imagine, and you wake up to another sunny day feeling more satisfied and happier than you have in a long time.

“Morning beautiful,” Bucky whispers against your hair, pulling your naked body closer to his. “Morning, Buck,” you giggle, kissing his chest. “What time do you have to be at work?” you ask, hoping it isn’t until later. “Unfortunately, I have the early shift today, I have to leave in a few,” he says sadly.

You unwillingly untangle yourselves and watch Bucky get dressed from your bed, appreciating his body in the morning light. He leaves you with kiss swollen lips and promises to call later. The rest of your morning is spent cleaning up your apartment and as you do so you find a treasure balled up in your bed from last night.

You shower and throw it on, sniffing the collar of Bucky’s tee shirt from the firehouse. It smells so good you don’t take it off for the rest of the day. And that’s how you find yourself, Bucky’s shirt hanging off your frame as you and Huckle strut down the block toward the firehouse.  He had text you only a little while ago, saying he missed you and if you weren’t busy to come down for a visit.

You quickly responded and told him you’d be there in under and hour, baking some of your famous chocolate chip cookies before heading out. As you approach the firehouse you notice the garage door is open and Bucky is leaning against the frame, legs crossed over each other and scrolling through his phone.

He looks up at the sound of Huckle’s happy bark, his smile lighting up his face. You watch as his eyes drink you in, roaming over your body from head to toe, “hey, doll.” His arm snakes around your waist and he pulls you in for a toe-curling kiss, a breathy “hi,” leaving your lips afterwards. Bucky makes sure to say hi to Huckle, rubbing her all over before looking back to you.

You watch as his eyes land on your chest, widening slightly before they darken, “what are you wearing?” he asks, voice deep. You immediately panic, looking down and realizing he is referring to his tee shirt, “oh, this? You left it this morning and it’s so soft and smells like you, so I didn’t want to take it off…. I hope that’s ok,” you ask guiltily.

He crashes you to his chest, his nose rubbing against yours. “It’s more than ok doll, I love you in it, you can keep it.” Bucky brings his lips down to yours, his tongue parting your mouth as he deepens the kiss. You don’t even realize you have an audience until the very familiar voice of Wilson resonates through the open space, “looks like Barnes finally found himself a girl!” The next comment makes you both laugh enough to end your kiss, “and she brought us cookies!” yells Parker, rushing over to grab some.

@aesthetical-bucky​ @book-dragon-13​ @chuuulip​ @eurynome827​ @hiddles-rose​ @hailmary-yramliah​ @ikaris-whore​ @itsunclebucky​ @jewelofwinter​ @jewels2876​ @jhangelface0523​ @loricameback​ @littledarlinhavefaithinme​ @littleredstarfish​ @mushyjellybeans​ @marvelgirl7​ @marvelandotherfandomimagines​ @nano--raptor​ @nerdypinupcrystal​ @randomfandompenguin​ @sallycanwait68​ @softpeachbarnes​ @when-the-hell-is-bucky​ 

[all1e23]

Chim chimney, Chim Chim Cher-ee [One-Shot]

Summary: Thanksgiving with the Barnes-Roger-Barton Clan. Oh, and Tony. 

Warnings:  FLUFFFFFFF. Hinting at the sexy times. 

A/N: Everyone says they want to see what family dinners are like and I figured the biggest dinner of the year (for us Americas anyway) would be the perfect one to share. This is their first Thanksgiving together so it takes place 4 months chapter 17 in November. If you have not read the series Astrophile, THERE WLL BE MAJOR SPOILERS.  

Catch up on the series here!

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The morning went by fast. Faster than Y/n expected it to. Maybe it’s just that Y/n isn’t used to all this hustle on Thanksgiving. It’s been a long time since she had a Thanksgiving to celebrate with anyone. After her grandparents passed, she stopped cooking as much on the holidays and usually kept the shop open to pass the day. There isn’t much of a point in making some grand meal when it’s only her. 

She does get pie though because it’s pie. 

This year is nothing like she's used to. It started in Bucky’s bed, which isn’t anything new as of late, of course. She has a feeling it will become a permanent move here soon. For now, she’s okay bringing a bag over to spend a few days at a time. This morning though started with lazy kisses and slow touches. Quiet confessions of love, wanton whispers and soft panting that could only be heard by them. 

The slow air of the morning ended not long after Ori flew through the front door with a flurry of excitement at noon, Steve, Sam  and Ollie in tow behind her. After spending the night with her uncles, she was very excited to see her parents this morning. Ori helped Y/n with desserts because that’s the family dinner rules -- whoever hosts only does sweet treats and the turkey. 

About a hundred cookies sit on the counter now because they may have gotten out of control. They do that when they are together. Bucky knows it’s better to stand back and let them do their thing. Meddling never ends well. In hindsight, Y/n probably should have stopped Ori at seventy and skipped the last batch. She looked so cute picking which cutters to use and was so excited to decorate each one Y/n couldn’t tell her to scale her baking back. 

Thankfully Uncle Steve saves the day. 

Un-iced cookies abandoned for another day in favor of playing. Ori is hanging off Steve’s arm, feet hanging several inches off the ground as she stares at the wall of bookcases that hold everything from movies to books to toys and family pictures. She’s mulling over which movie is best for after dinner because that’s tradition, too. 

Everyone eats until they can’t move, and then they can’t move to go home. Clint takes the couch for the night. Sam and Steve bunk in the spare room and Natasha shares Ori’s bed for a night of cuddling.  Which is why Y/n has apple pie and pumpkin cinnamon rolls for the morning and lots of coffee for Clint. 

“This one, Uncle Stevie.” 

Steve grins at his niece and takes Mary Poppins from her hand before she falls off his arm and scoops her up. He boops her nose with his making her giggle and he sighs dramatically, “Now how did I know you were going to pick this one? What if we pick a holiday one, Bucket?” 

Ori thinks for a second, and her eyes light up with an idea. 

“The Santa Clause!” 

Steve grins and trades Mary Poppins for The Santa Clause. 

“That is an excellent choice!”  

Y/n sets her attention back to the pie in front of her -- now that the cookie adventure is over. Thankfully she prepped it yesterday, so it only needs a tweak to the streusel topping and placed in the oven. Bucky’s hand flitters along the edges of her dark blue skirt as he walks by, grazing the backs of her thighs and making her shiver. He smirks and shoots her a quick wink. He’s supposed to be tending to the turkey, not her, and she tells him so. There’s a dark chuckle rumbling through the room filled with more than humor, and it has her toes curling in her boots in want. Bucky abandons his flirting long enough to pull the turkey out of the oven.

Someone has to do the carving, or they will never eat.  

A knock shuts the chatter down a bit. Someone at the door is strange, the whole family is already there. Bucky looks over just in time to see Tony sauntering inside, three white boxes in his hands that he’s quickly passing to Steve.

Perfect. Just perfect. 

“Uh, Beck.” 

“Hm?” 

“What is Tony doing here?” 

Her fingers freeze in the bowl of leftover streusel as Bucky’s arms wrap around her from behind. That deep voice resounds in her ear, and she can’t help but smile. 

“Got somethin’ you need to share, sweetheart?” 

So, she should have told him sooner, but sometimes surprises are good? Er, most of the time. This time they may not be. 

“Okay, I know you guys don’t always get along, but he did throw our daughter a birthday party, and Pepper got stuck at some airport for work, so he was all alone. I couldn’t let him be all alone for Thanksgiving, Buck.” 

Bucky smiles and kisses her cheek, letting his lips linger, and his arms tighten around her -- she’s always going out of her way for others, so why is he surprised it happened today? 

“It’s fine. He’s not so bad.” 

“There is this year’s hosts!” Tony says as he directs Steve where to place the boxes on the dining room table and grins at the couple. It was not that long ago, six months or so, that she was standing next to Tony.  The thought makes her freeze as if Bucky can hear her thoughts. He knows. Everyone knows they dated, but sometimes the reminder is… sobering. The three of them stand in awkward silence. Bucky’s hand still resting on the small of her back.

For an open floor plan, the house feeling very, very small right now. 

Y/n clears her throat and wipes her hands on the constellation towel hanging on the sink next to her. “It’s good to see you, Tony. How is Pepper doing? Did she get a hotel, at least?” 

“Oh, yeah. I made sure Pep is taken care of. She's all set up with room service.”  

The silence returns, and Bucky is about to ask if he can get Tony something to drink because he can’t handle this discomfiture a second longer. He has to do something other than just stand there, and then Tony cuts the tension by being… well, Tony. 

“You know,” Tony chuckles softly and looks at Y/n. “I just realized you’ve seen both of us naked. Talk about awkward. Am I right, big guy?" 

Bucky stiffens next to her and the hand on her lower back twitches. Yes, he knows they dated, and he assumes they were together in that sense; he doesn't want to think about it, and he definitely doesn't want to hear about it from Tony.

"Tony…" 

Y/n leans into Bucky's side and glares at Tony. "I don't think that's really--" 

"Who's bigger, you think?" Tony asks, glancing between Y/n and Bucky. "You know what? Nevermind. The look on your face says it all." 

Tony grabs two un-iced turkey-shaped cookies off the copper baking sheet still resting on the island and saunters back into the kitchen, leaving the couple alone. Y/n sighs and glances at her boyfriend, who is starting at Tony with a look she’s only seen once or twice, and it’s only ever been directed at Tony. 

“I’m going to beat his ass before the night is out.” 

“Buck…” 

“I’m serious, Y/n. I’m finally going to do it. This is my year.” 

She shakes her head, smiling fondly because Bucky is all bark and no bite and places a kiss to his cheek. “Tony is trying to mess with you to get a rise out of you. Besides, weren’t you the one that saw me naked last night?’” 

Bucky’s pout fades into a grin, and he pulls her firmly against him, gripping her chin between his thumb and index finger and locking eyes. 

 “And again, this mornin’.” Bucky reminds her. 

“Yeah, this morning. This morning was…” She tugs on his hair gently and continues in a low, raspy whisper. “Good, but next time let’s try to wake the neighbors.”  

Bucky leans in, so their noses are bumping, and he whispers, “Why don’t you put the sugary pie stuff down and come upstairs for a minute? There’s somethin’ I gotta show you.” 

The exaggerated wink he’s gives her makes her laugh and squirm for a reason she can’t say out loud. 

“Right now?” 

Y/n’s eyes dart out to the group in the living room that is unaware of what the two are discussing next to gingerbread pumpkins. 

“Yeah, right now, Beck.” 

Bucky places a kiss to her cheek, followed by a lighter one to the line of her jaw and one on the corner of her mouth. 

“Y/n?” 

Bucky’s smirk falls at the sound of Ori’s voice, sending the moment to a crashing halt. His head drops onto her shoulder, muffling his groan as Y/n looks down at the little girl. Y/n somehow holds back her chuckle long enough to ask what the she needs. 

“Yes, starlight? What’s up?” 

“Did you really go on a date with Uncle Tony before daddy?” 

Bucky’s head snaps up at Ori’s question. “Uncle Tony? Who the hell--” 

Y/n pinches Bucky’s side, effectively shutting him up, at least in front of Ori.

“Where did you hear that?” 

“Uncle Tony said that he took you on a date, and it was the best one you’ve ever been on. You had cheeseburger and if it wasn’t for him daddy would have never told you he loved you.” 

Bucky starts towards the living room, but Y/n grabs him by the shirt. “Yes, I did, starlight, but I’ll let you in on a secret.” 

Ori’s eyes light up at the promise of a secret, and she steps closer to hear it. 

“I was so in love with your daddy back then no one else stood a chance. Uncle Tony included, and my best date was our trip to the zoo.” Ori grins and waits for the nod meaning she can spill the secret. The second she gets permission, she runs back into the living room to tell Tony what she learned, and they can hear Tony’s laugh followed by a, “You got me there, kiddo.” 

“You were in love with me, huh?” 

Y/n turns her attention back to Bucky, and he’s grinning like an idiot in love. She is too. Her cheeks hurt from the size of her smile. She leans into his Bucky’s arm and gives him a chaste kiss. With the look in Bucky’s eyes, if she gives him more than that, the pie will never make it into the oven. 

“I thought that was pretty obvious by now. It just took me a while to see it.” 

“Pie’s got about 10 minutes after you put it in, right?’ 

“Mmm, about twenty.” 

Bucky hooks his fingers in the belt loops of her skirt walks back towards the half bath next to the laundry. He gently guides her into the tiny bathroom and shuts the door as quietly as he can, so they go unnoticed. Bucky grips her hips and hoists her up onto the sink, swallowing her yelp with a lingering kiss. 

“What are we doing, Buck?” Y/n asks between pecks. 

“Gonna spend a little time kissin’ you. That okay, Beck?” 

“Yeah,” she whimpers when his fingers trail up her inner thigh. “That’s okay.” 

Twenty or minutes pass, and no one has seen or heard from Bucky or Y/n. Steve comes into the kitchen, peeks out the back window. No host or hostess. The turkey is uncarved. The pie is cold on the counter, but everyone’s sides are warming nicely on the stove. 

“Where the hell is Buck?” 

Natasha smirks at Steve’s naivete and nods towards the closed bathroom door where a soft glow pouring out from the crack between the floor.  

“I think they are talking.”

Sam snorts and whispers for the adults in the room, “Making out like a couple of horny teenagers, you mean.” 

“They always like that?” Tony makes a face, and Sam nods, mirroring his disgust. 

“Yeah, it’s gross. All the time, and it’s all I hear about at work.” 

“Well, the pie is cold.” Clint pokes the cold crust with his pinky and pouts. “What are we supposed to do for pie!”

“Relax, Barton. I brought three pies.” 

“Clint…” Sam tugs the foil off the white casserole dish they brought and bends down to sniff the red, brown, and yellow pile of mush. “What the hell did you make?” 

“It’s a cheesy hot dog tater tot casserole!” 

Clint’s grinning from ear to ear, giving off that excited puppy face he has when he tries a new recipe. Tony leans up on his toes to peer over Sam’s shoulder and winces at the pile of slop in filling the 12-inch baking dish. 

“Good God, that looks… I’m gonna level with you. It looks gross, Clint.” 

Natasha pinches the bridge of her nose, takes several deep breaths, and looks at her husband, “I thought we agreed on broccoli casserole? It’s traditional and easy enough for you to make. I deleted Pinterest on your phone for a reason!” 

“Yeah, but then peanut and I went out for lunch that day we watched her, and we got chili cheese dogs, and we both agree they are way better than broccoli.” 

Natasha looks down at Ori, who is holding her hand beaming brightly, and the little girl nods, confirming Clint’s story. “They are, Aunt Nattie.” 

“You’re lucky you’re so cute.” 

“Thanks.” Clint beams proudly. 

“Not you.” Natasha is quick to correct him. “You’re in trouble when we get home.” 

Clint wiggles his brows and wraps his arms around Natasha’s waist, placing a kiss to her cheek and whispers in her ear. “You promise, baby?” 

“Your niece is right there.” Steve scolds with the expression of an exhausted dad who just wants his kids to behave long enough that he can take a nap. He’s just grateful his son is far too little to understand what they are saying and fast asleep in the playpen in the living room.

“It’s bad enough we’ve got those two locked in the bathroom when we should be eating dinner.”

Sam marches to the bathroom and pounds on the door with his fist, quietly shouting through the thin wood frame, “You’ve got two minutes to get your butts out here, or we are eating without you.” 

It takes a few thumps, and lots of giggles, but Bucky and Y/n emerge from the bathroom, clothes rumbled and grinning like teenagers caught getting handsy. Bucky clears his throat and slips his arm around her waist, resting his hand on her stomach. 

“Sorry. There’s a light bulb out, and I need help the screws.” 

“Right,” Y/n nods, fighting off a smile. “The screws are a pain to get off.” 

“I bet those screws can be hard to get off sometimes, huh?” Sam asks, grinning smugly. 

“Maybe everyone should mind their own damn business?” Bucky shoves Sam away without any real force. “Ever think about that?” 

“Daddy?” Bucky looks down at Ori standing next to Natasha, brow raised, waiting for her to continue. “Why are you wearing Y/n’s lipstick?” 

Y/n giggles at the dumbstruck look on his face. She reaches over and swipes her thumb along Bucky’s lip, wiping away bright red lipstick. His cheeks pink when he catches everyone staring their way and the smirk on Natasha’s face. Tony goes to open his mouth, and Beck holds her hand up.

“Let’s go eat, hm? We can deal with the cold pie later.” 

“I told you, the pie is always the one thing that gets ruined. That’s why I come with pie.” 

Plates are grabbed, turkey is being cut as everyone moves about the kitchen in a hustle to grab their favorites; stuffing and rolls and turkey. All taking their respective seats -- the ones that Ori assigned with colorful turkeys she hand-painted with Uncle Stevie. Ori sits between Steve and Tony with Oliver sleeping close by. Sam heading up the table with Natasha and Clint across from Bucky and Y/n. Somehow Clint’s casserole made it to the center of the table for everyone to try despite the attempt to keep it hidden.

Something about sitting down around the table quiets everyone down. No one cares about hot dogs or lipstick stains. Ori’s giggling as Tony tries to get Steve to put a mini marshmallow in his nose. Steve sets Tony with a flat look and a resigned sigh, mumbling, don’t teach my niece to put food in her nose, Tony. Clint is pushing his hot dog mess on Natasha, who takes a scoop hiding a grimace behind her smile. Sam stares at the lump Clint sets on his plate, and Tony asks for a second scoop.  Y/n leans back in her chair and takes in the sight in front of her. 

Bucky leans over and kisses her cheek. “You okay, babydoll?” 

“Yeah,” She sighs happily and leans against his shoulder. “I was just thinking this is a lot different than my last Thanksgiving is all. All the crazy is kind of nice.” 

He grins and wraps his arm around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. 

“Yeah, the crazy is good, Beck. It’s all good.” 

“Okay,” Tony silences the table with words that will no doubt be remembered till the end of time. 

“The chili dog casserole is the winner.” 

“Yes! High five peanut!” 

Ori and Clint high-five across the table and Natasha hangs in her hand in her hands.

“Oh, vey!” 

[toastedkiwi]

Warm & Fuzzy Feeling

Paring: Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You want to decorate your house this Christmas and out do your neighbor but work gets in the way.

You're sitting in the snow right in front of your house. It's a nice half-of-an-inch of snow. The sun is out but it's cold. It's at least 30° outside. It's very comfortable as long you're wearing your parka and fuzzy socks and boots. You're also rocking a pair of black ripped skinny jeans cause you're feeling a bit risqué. It's all in the name of fashion and you didn't necessarily do your laundry since you've been very busy working at the mall as Santa's little helper in the mornings and while working retail from 12pm to anywhere at midnight or even to 3am.

Let's also not forget that you're also working at the tree farm on weekends just so you can have the extra dough to buy presents for everyone you know. You're very motivated to give a very merry Christmas to all... even if you might burn yourself out. You rather be doing it all with someone who is in love with Christmas and the holidays as much as you instead of working your butt off all alone to spread the cheer. They also have to be so in love with you and tall and just loves to get cozy on the couch watching Christmas movies with you. You want that Hallmark movie kind of love, especially if it's one of the Christmas ones. You're honestly such a hopeless romantic but you just want that special someone.

But back to what you're going to regret doing...

You've got your ladder that you might've stolen from your dad. It's pretty old. It's not necessarily safe at all. But hey, those Christmas lights at your side in a box aren't going up by themselves. Also, you are very ambitious in wanting to look extra AF. It's honestly your goal especially since the firefighter next door goes all out each year and it makes you so mad. You know it's petty, but that doesn't stop you from trying to beat him in this competition that you decided to start. After two years of living beside the hot firefighter who legit has a brigade to help him decorate, you're going to out do him. That's how you're going to spend your first day off in awhile, trying to beat the firefighter who makes you all warm and fuzzy inside.

"Shiznit.”

You get off your butt and head to the ladder.

"Don't you dare get on that ladder, dollface," a voice said from behind.

You turn around and see Bucky in his big black Chevy pickup truck. His window is down and he has this stern look on his face as he's pointing at you. You just whine throwing your head back. He drives into his driveway with this grin on his face. He might've gotten off of a shift at his station but he enjoys being around you.

He's amazed that you live alone and haven't burned your house down at how clumsy you are. He finds it very adorable and cute. He explicitly remembers when you accidentally tripped on air and fell face first on the sidewalk and broke your jaw while out with a friend getting lunch. Bucky was filling in for one of the paramedics that day (since he is also trained as a paramedic along with the firefighter training) and he was called to the scene. He still teases you about it whenever you trip around him and then he'll pull you into his side to "make sure you don't fall" but he loves having you close.

Bucky gets out of his car and walks across the lawns. The 6’2” firefighter stands before you simply wearing his station issued hoodie, jeans, and boots. You honestly wonder how he can be warm just wearing that. You want to bundle the man up in blankets and make sure he’s warm and cozy especially after work.

"I'm gonna go get my ladder and you stay put... fall risk," Bucky said stepping away.

You screamed and he laughed running. You get some snow and launched it at him. You miss by a foot which makes him laugh harder. He looks over his shoulder as he opens up his garage door and there you are still in your spot. You're arms are crossed over your chest pouting like the little girl he saved last week. She was so pissed off to be saved from the fire she created because she was cold and it happened to be cold outside as well. She was not a happy camper at all.

Bucky comes out of his garage easily carrying one of his metal ladders that look very heavy to you. You glare at him and he just gives you his award winning sparkly white smile. (That smile makes you feel things.) He sets up the ladder and takes down the old one setting it off to the side of the house.

"This wasn't in my plan," you said.

He grins and said, "I'm not gonna respond to another call with you breaking your jaw, doll."

"Excuse me?! That wasn't in my plans either!" You exclaimed.

"Doll, screw your plans ‘cause we both know they'll turn out badly. Just grab your lights and bring 'em over," Bucky said.

You grumbled and picked up the Amazon box filled with brand new lights. You lug them over to Bucky and plop them on the ground. He crouches down and starts looking through them.

"Hey, these are nice. They're fireproof!" Bucky exclaimed holding one up. "Brilliant choice, dollface!"

"See, I didn't want to burn my house down this year, James," you said putting your hands on your hips.

He chuckles remembering you thinking it was a great idea to try and fix your toaster which ended up on fire. You threw it out the closed window as Bucky was just getting home. It made him die laughing seeing the toaster on fire in your front yard and he easily put it out. He also put in your new window cause he didn't want you doing it like you had planned. He always seems to slap away your plans on home improvements and you know it's definitely for the best. Especially since you have big track record. You also know that he actually cares about your wellbeing and wants to make sure you don't do anything stupid where you could get hurt. He's just the most perfect person in the world for you but you’re a bit blind to see it.

"You want it along the edges?" Bucky asked.

You nodded and he smiled. He starts climbing up the ladder with the box of 70ft of multi colored lights. You watched and his behind looks amazing if you're going to be honest.

"What am I supposed to do?" You asked.

"Not look at my amazin’ plump ass," Bucky said.

"Hey! You said a bad word! This is a rated E property!" You said blushing.

He let out a hardy laughed and kept climbing.

"You're worse than my buddy Steve," Bucky said.

"You better take that back!" You yelled.

"What are ya gonna do, dollface? You gonna climb up here? We both know you can't throw a snowball for shit so that's out the door," Bucky called out teasing you.

You scoffed and your phone buzzes from your pocket. You pull it out and you're immediately heartbroken. You pout looking at the text.

"You okay, angel?" Bucky asked.

"I gotta go to work. One of Santa's helpers broke her leg and now I gotta go replace her," you whimpered looking up at him with this sad look on your face.

It made him frown. He enjoys your company even though you’re very clumsy. You have this look on your face as if you were a puppy that had been kicked to the side. He just wants to come down and wrap his arms around you and tell you that everything is going to be okay.

"You might as well stop. Christmas is fudgin’ ruined," you grumbled before disappearing inside to get the elf costume.

Bucky just shakes his head and immediately starts texting the boys. He isn't going to let you down. He's going to bring up your spirits even if it's the last thing he does because he's got it bad for you.

Soon enough, Steve, Sam, Clint, Scott, Luis, and even Natasha are pulling up. Bucky's already on your roof.

"I don't think that's your house," Sam said and he's the last one to come.

"It's my neighbor's!" Bucky said while Steve's climbing up the ladder with Clint holding it.

"What's so special about 'em?" Sam asked.

"Ya know, she's the one he talks about ALLLLLL the time," Scott said untangling the lights with Luis.

"Bro, was she the one to trip over nothing and break her jaw on the sidewalk?" Luis asked.

"Yes," Bucky said with a smirk.

Luis sighed with a smile and started going on and on with a story about his cousin who knows this guy. Luis was the other paramedic with Bucky that day even though it's usually him and Darcy. Darcy was out the day you broke your jaw visiting her BFF in London.

"What about your competition to out beat her in decorations?" Steve asked helping Bucky attach the lights to the peak of the roof.

"Well, this year, it's just Y/n. Usually, it's her dad and her brother puttin' up the lights but earlier she was the only one doin’ it," Bucky said quietly. "I wasn't gonna let her clumsy ass get on the roof and I'd have to rush her to the hospital with a broken leg or God forbid she cracks her head open."

"Awww, you care about her," Steve teased.

"No shit! She trips over nothin’!" Bucky said. "This girl is makin' me crazy. She'll be the death of me, Steve. Like I wanna wrap her up in bubble wrap just so she'll be safe and I don’t have to be concerned about her wellbeing as much."

Steve just smiles with this knowing look on his face.

"But Jesus, she can light up a whole room with her smile. She's got different ones like the one where it reaches her eyes when I tell her a joke or when she sees me,” Bucky said and he mimicked each smiles of yours as he kept talking about you.

Later In The Night..

You come home exhausted. You get out of your car wearing this elf costume which happens to look a lot like Emilia Clarke's in Last Christmas. You get blinded by the Christmas lights turning on. You covered your eyes with your hands.

"IT’S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR!" Bucky sang.

You carefully removed your hands to find your house decked out in all types of decorations. It's your own little winter wonderland and there stands Bucky singing to the song. He’s not the greatest singer in the world but you can’t help but smile. He's standing in the middle of your yard wearing a full on Santa costume (with a very fake white beard) as a Bluetooth speaker plays the song, It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year by Andy Williams. It brings tears to your eyes and a smile to your face that reaches your eyes. You honestly cannot believe that Bucky did all of this for you. He no doubt enlisted his buddies to help him and it just makes your heart swell.

You race over to Bucky and nearly fall but he catches you. He lifts you up with ease and your arms wrapped around his neck and legs around his torso. You’re holding onto him tightly and your head gets buried into his neck.

“T-Thank you, James,” you said. “This means a lot to me and so do you.”

You lift your head with a smile on your face and looked at the man with the Santa hat. He just gets this huge grin on his face.

“You mean a whole hell of a lot to me too, Dollface,” Bucky said. “Words honestly cannot describe at how much it warms my heart to see you look so happy and I’m pretty god-dog-on happy that I was the one to get that smile on your face.”

You blushed fiercely and he could easily it with the lights shining around. You wanna cover your face.

“Look up,” Bucky said.

You look up to see it’s snowing once again and there’s mistletoe hanging from a branch of the tree in your front yard closest to the side walk. You gasped and looked back at Bucky. There’s this twinkling in his eyes as he looks at with a hesitant smile on his face. He’s never been this nervous but he’s throwing himself out there. And for you nonetheless.

“James,” you said.

“It’s tra—,” he started to say but the beard is pulled down.

Your red painted lips end up on his soft yet cold and slightly chapped lips. It’s sweet and minty like a candy cane and it’s only cause he had one before you arrived. You’ve got that very warm and fuzzy feeling deep in your bones and so does he. You finally got that cheesy hallmark movie. You know you definitely won’t let this man go anytime soon. You don’t want to pull away and neither does he but you both have to breath.

“Oh my god,” Bucky said smiling with this boyish grin and blushing with you.

“SOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!” Stan Lee, the neighbor across the street, yelled from his window.

“SORRY, MR. LEE!” Bucky yelled back.

“Come on. Let’s go inside,” you whispered softly and he let you down but he keeps you close.

Tags: @mypassionsarenysins

[louhooo]

Hello My Old Heart | Chap. 15

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader [AU]

Warnings: FLUFF!!!!!

A/N: The end is finally here!! I’ve loved this story and I love that others have loved it just as much!!! IT MAKES ME SO 😭🥺😭 Feedback is always loved and appreciated 💘

Three years later...

“Miss Y/N?” You hummed, glancing up from the worksheet in front of MJ and looking at her. “That guy over there is staring at you.” You followed her eyes to the other side of the lunch room, where a tall, blue-eyed brunet stood, his eyes already locked on you. 

You grinned and pushed yourself up from the table.

“Thanks, MJ—”

“It’s kinda creepy. Do ya want me to take care of him? I just got my yellow belt in karate.” You laughed softly and shook your head. 

“That’s alright,” you winked, “I know his weak spots.”

“Okay…” she murmured, unconvinced by your dismissal of her offer. You left the table of kids to finish coloring their pictures and walked over to him.

“I just saved you from an eight-year-old with her yellow belt, ya know?”

“You didn’t wake me up this morning before you left.” You grinned and sighed softly, placing your hand on his forearm.

“You got home late and you needed to sleep.” Bucky gave you another unimpressed look. “Don’t give me that look. And uncross your arms. I know you’re not really mad.” Bucky’s demeanor shifted, and he sighed, his arms dropping to his sides.

“I didn’t get a kiss this morning…” He whined quietly, a pout on his face. You rolled your eyes good naturedly and grabbed his hand.

“C’mon…” You glanced around the lunch room, making sure that the other adults had the second-graders covered, and dragged Bucky down the hall towards the break room. You turned the handle and walked into the empty room that still smelled faintly of coffee from this morning, and pulled Bucky in, shutting the door behind him. You smiled at him. “You get one kiss.” 

He smiled back, wrapping his hands around your hips and pulling you closer to him as he captured your lips. His scruff scratched against your hands wonderfully, and you leaned more into him, realizing that, maybe, you needed a kiss this morning, too. You hummed and placed a final chaste kiss on his lips, “Better?” He gave you a dopey grin and nodded.

“Mm-hmm. I’m not mad anymore.” You snorted and dropped your hands to his forearms. His hands moved to your round stomach and he rubbed his hand over the fabric of your shirt. “How’re you feelin’?”

You hummed and looked down at your belly. “He’s very comfortable on my bladder today. I’ve hadta pee about ten times since I got here.” Bucky sighed and you looked at him, but he kept his eyes on your stomach.

“Dude… I thought we talked about this.” You laughed, attracting Bucky’s attention, who looked back at you with a grin. “Do you want me to have another father-son talk with him tonight?” 

It took Bucky a long time to get to this point; the point where he could enjoy the pregnancy and not worry over everything that happened to you. Truthfully, it took you a while, too, but you knew two stressed out parents wasn’t going to help, especially when your doctor had assured you that everything about your pregnancy was normal. 

Healthy and normal.

Once you found out you were having a boy, and were further along than your last pregnancy, Bucky started to relax. 

If only a little.

He still rushed to call the doctor each time you had any type of discomfort, even if you assured him it was just indigestion, and you still found him Googling every doubt he had, late at night when he couldn’t sleep.

The only thing that hadn’t changed since you found out you were pregnant, were the talks he’d have with your stomach every night (and some mornings when he’d spent too much time reading about all the terrible things that could happen and couldn’t fall back asleep).

The mornings when you pretended to still be asleep were your favorite talks. Bucky opened his heart, letting all of his fears and worries seep out as he whispered his love for your unborn baby in your belly.

“Would you?” Bucky grinned and rubbed his thumb over your belly. He slid his hands back around you, settling on your lower back, and leaned in and kissed your lips just as the door burst open. You both jumped and looked over at MJ, whose eyes were as wide as saucers. Bucky quickly dropped his hands from your ass and you walked over to her.

“Were you kis—”

“Okay, let’s go see if everything’s set up for the presentation!” You ushered her out and back towards the lunch room. The kids were starting to get situated in rows on the floor near the small stage at the front of the room. “Oh, you better find a spot!” She eyed you skeptically, but did as she was told, choosing to sit next to Peter in the last row. 

Steve, Clint, and now Bucky, were off the side of the room, pulling their gear from their bags. 

You walked over to them and smiled. “Hey, guys! Thanks again for doing this! I know the kids are excited.” Clint chuckled and looked over at you.

“Yeah, kinda hard to say ‘no’ when your husband threatened us if we didn’t do it.” Your raised your brows and you glanced at Bucky, whose eyes were wide as he shot a look to Clint.

“I didn’t do anything!” You hummed and Bucky looked back at you. “I didn’t!” You hummed again, a small grin on your face that convinced Bucky you didn’t believe him in the slightest. Steve chuckled and pulled out a reel of reflective stickers for after the presentation.

“We’re happy to do it, Sunshine.” You grinned at Steve and laid your hand over your stomach. “But Buck definitely threatened us.” Bucky scoffed disbelievingly at his so called “friend”. You giggled as Bucky stared down the blond. “Oh, and don’t let me forget: I’ve got the swing in the back of my truck, so I’ll load it into your car before we leave.”

“Oh, good! I might have you put in Buck’s truck, though. My trunk is still full of the baby clothes you guys gave us.” You grimaced as Steve chuckled at you. “It’s okay. We gave ya a lot.”

“And Bucky won’t even let me carry the clothes in by myself.” Bucky gave you a faux-offended look that slowly turned into a grin. 

“Uh-huh. Sure.” You giggled and rubbed his back.

“I’m gonna go introduce you guys, so we can get started.” Bucky nodded and watched you as you made your way up on the small platform. You held up your hand, signaling for everyone to quiet down and listen to you. You waited until all the kids were quiet, each holding up a hand to show they were watching you. You smiled and put your hand down. “I know you’re all excited to hear from our guests today, so I’ll be quick,” you waved the guys up on stage. “Let’s all welcome my friends, and I’ll let Captain Rogers take it from here!” You smiled at Steve and stepped off the stage, moving to the side with the other teachers and aides.

Steve smiled at the kids, “Hi, everyone! So, I’m Captain Steve Rogers and I help run the fire department here in Esterwind,” he looked over at Bucky.

“And I’m Lieutenant James Barnes.”

“And I’m Lieutenant Clint Barton.”

Steve gave a passionate presentation on fire safety (Sharon had warned you that you may have to cut him off if he went on for too long) and Bucky and Clint acted as perfect assistants, who helped demonstrate what they needed to do when there was a fire, and how quickly they could put on their gear when there was a call.

After thirty minutes of Steve talking, you caught his attention and signaled for him to start wrapping up.

“Oh, looks like I’ve gotta stop talking. Okay, real quick before we do any questions, I want you guys to tell me what you do if there’s a fire?”

“Get down low, and go, go, go!” The kids bellowed back to Steve. He smiled and gave two big thumbs up and you came back to the stage to direct questions.

“Okay, we can do a few questions before they have to leave.” Almost every hand shot up. The guys chuckled and you started selecting kids for questions. Most of the questions were “what would’s” and “what-ifs”, but the guys handled them with ease. 

You noticed MJ kept her hand up the entire time, so you decided she could be the last question.

“This is for Lieutenant Barnes.” Bucky’s ears perked at the sound of his name, and he quickly found the source of the question. “Why were you kissing Miss Y/N?” The other kids all squealed and laughed as your cheeks started to burn. Bucky’s eyes went wide and he quickly looked at you as Steve and Clint bit back laughs.

“Oh, uh, I, uh, I…” You groaned softly to yourself, accepting that MJ hadn’t bought your distraction earlier, and cleared your throat.

“MJ, Lieutenant Barnes and I are married.” The kids “ooo’d” and you cringed internally. “Alright, let’s thank our guests for coming today!” You quickly rushed through, hoping that the kids would stop squealing over the fact that MJ had seen you and Bucky kiss. The teachers rounded up the kids in their classes’ and the commotion subtlety shifted as the kids walked back to their homerooms to hand out the stickers that Steve brought. 

Hopefully, the excitement of Miss Y/N kissing someone at school wouldn’t last through the end of the day.

You pulled into the drive, and Bucky’s truck was already parked. You turned off your car and slowly pushed yourself out and waddled up the steps into the house. You expected to see Bucky half-asleep on the couch, but he wasn’t. You heard music upstairs and slowly made your ascent, setting your bag on the bench near the door.

You walked down the hall to find the nursery door open, with Bucky sitting on the floor, putting together the crib. You leaned against the doorframe and watched with a warm grin. He let out a long sigh and scratched his head as he looked at the pieces in front of him. Now, where did that piece go? 

“Directions are usually helpful.” Bucky’s head snapped back around as you smiled at him. “Probably why they give ‘em to you.” Bucky huffed and rolled his eyes.

“I think I can handle it, babe.” You hummed and moved into the room, slowly bending to pick up the instructions on the floor before sitting in the rocking chair in the corner of the room. You laid the booklet on your belly as you skimmed through it. Bucky turned the music on his phone off and walked on his knees until he was in front of you.

“You sure about that?” Bucky snatched the directions from your hands, his eyes wide and a grin spread across his face.

“Yes, dear, I am.” He tossed the directions back on the floor and sat on his knees in between your legs, tenderly gripping your thighs. You grinned and leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on his lips. “How was the rest of your day?” You hummed and ran your fingers through his hair, staring at the brown locks in between your fingers.

“You need a haircut soon.” You murmured softly, running your fingers through once more before looking at him. “It was good. The kids finally stopped talking about ‘Miss Y/N kissing the firefighter’ by the end of the day, so hopefully no parents’ call tonight.” He laughed as you leaned back in the rocker, smiling warmly at him. “How was yours? Did you get a nap in?”

“Nah, I didn’t have the time. Had to go trim some of the brush up at the Grove, and then I came back here.” Bucky sighed and looked back at the crib, tilting his head. “Does that piece look backwards to you?” You tilted your head, mirroring Bucky, and looked at the rail and headboard he had finished assembling.

“Kinda.” Bucky sighed again, and dropped his shoulders in defeat. “It’s okay! He won’t need a crib for a few months anyways! We’ve got time, honey.” Bucky looked back you to see a warm and patient smile on your face.

“No, I’m gonna get it done before he’s here. I told ya I would, so I will.”

“Can I help you, at least? I don’t want you stressing yourself out over it.”

“Deal.” You grinned at one another until you were interrupted by Bucky’s phone ringing. He groaned and pulled it out of his back pocket. 

“Who is it?”

He glanced at the screen, “Steve.” You nodded in acknowledgment as Bucky answered. “Hey, Steve.” He moved so he was sitting beside your legs. “Oh, uh, yeah, I didn’t ask.” Your brows pinched as you listened in. “’Cause I know she won’t want to.” You nudged your foot against Bucky so that he’d look at you.

“Are you talking about me?” You spoke softly.

“Hold on,” Bucky sighed and held the phone away from his mouth. “Everyone’s going to Peg’s for dinner. I told Steve you wouldn’t wanna go ‘cause you’re tired.”

“I’m not tired. We can go!” Bucky didn’t say anything as he stared at you, his brow slowly arching.

“…You’re sure?” You were getting less and less sleep every night, your stomach too big to get comfortable enough to sleep peacefully. You gave him a soft look.

“Yes, Buck. I’m sure.”

“You’re not tired?”

“I’m 40 weeks pregnant; I’m always tired.” Bucky kept his brow raised, and you sighed. “I’m gonna change. Tell Steve we’ll just hang out with Sharon and Eli. She texted me that she found some more clothes she wants me to look through.” You pushed yourself up and stepped around Bucky and walked down the hall to your bedroom so you could change.

Bucky sighed and put the phone back to his ear.

“She wants to go,” Steve laughed, “I guess Sharon texted her that she found more baby clothes, so we’ll just hang out at your house until dinner.”

“I told you she’d wanna go.”

“I know…. Silly me for thinking she’d wanna rest.” Bucky rubbed his hand over his face.

“James.” He hummed and turned his head over his shoulder to look at you in the doorway. “I don’t think we should go tonight.”

“You don’? Why’dya change your—”

“My water broke.”

Bucky blinked.

Your water broke.

“Hey, Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Change of plans. We’re not goin’ tonight. Uh, Y/N’s water just broke, so I gotta go.” Steve started exclaiming as Bucky ended the call and quickly scrambled to stand and helped you walk down the stairs. He grabbed the go bag in the coat closet as you grabbed your purse. His grip tightened on the straps of the duffle bag as he placed his hand on your lower back and walked with you to your car. He opened the passenger door for you and grabbed his forearm.

“We’re having a baby.” Bucky beamed at you as nervous tears streamed down your face. Bucky dropped the bag on the grass and cradled your face.

“We’re havin’ a baby.” He kissed your lips and wiped away your fears.

You didn’t have a perfect love story. It was full of dark twists and turns and years of hurt that consumed you both….

… but those moments brought you here. Brought you back together.

Just like it was meant to be.

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Previous // Masterlist

[ofstarsandvibranium]

just imagine a Fireman!Bucky and i can't get it out of my mind

My mind immediately went to Stripper!Fireman Bucky tbh. 😂

But Fireman!Bucky would definitely be good at his job.

He kisses you good-bye every time he gets a call. One on your forehead, one on each cheek, and then your lips. You both never know if Bucky will come back from a call, but he liles to remind you that no matter what happens, he loves you.

Fireman!Bucky is very close with his troup. They're practically his family. His best friend, Steve, is the Captain and they like to pull rank a lot with each other just for laughs.

They come out with a calendar every year and it's a fundraiser to help rebuild homes that were damaged in fires. Your favorite is the puppy themed one where Bucky is holding his protective helmet with two puppies inside.

Fireman!Bucky sometimes comes home exhausted, physically and mentally. He still has soot and ash all over him as he collapses in his arms. That's when he's had bad calls.

So you usually pull him into the shower and wash him up as he holds you.

You feel so much pride for your Bucky because he's risking his life every single day to save people. Despite his job scaring you, you love Bucky and don't see yourself leaving his side.

[searchingforbucky]

I was looking for a Bucky smut, just a one shot where Bucky is the chief of a fire station and reader works as a firefighter and she gets an injury in the field trying to save a baby or child from the top floor in a burning building, he shouts at her because he’s scared he’ll lose her and then smut happens

Oh I know this one oh man, and like he’s the chief and he’s the only one who has his own personal room? It’s small but it works, and everyone knows what they’re doing but they just ignore it lol. I wish I could remember it!

Comment below if you know the fic 💕

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐏𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐦

It was an old wives tale that you put no stock in: that a way to a man’s heart was through his stomach — though this time, it worked, and it worked better than you could have ever imagined. 

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ༄ Fireman!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Fireman!Steve Rogers

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ༄ 2.4k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ༄ Fluff, extreme tension of the spicy kind, implication of a poly relationship (Steeb and Bucko are married but it doesn't stop them) and they are menaces

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ༄ Look, I can't help what I did here. I just thought of their uniforms. You're welcome.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ༄ Moments Silence (Common Tongue) by Hozier

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ༄ @stuckybingo 𝗕𝟱 — Firefighter AU — Masterlist

𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It had been a day. And on days like this, you turned to baking; sugar was a sure-fire way to improve anyone’s mood. 

You weren’t sure how you had gone that overboard, though. Your kitchen, once spotless and organised, was in disarray with trays of muffins and cookies that were overloaded to the point they were almost overflowing. 

It wasn’t a baking disaster, no — it was just a severe overestimation of the ingredients, that’s all.

The clouds out of your kitchen window looked stormy and grey, and a steady breeze rustled the trees lining your yard, and you sighed, glancing back down at the array of sweets. You came to a decision then. The firemen — and firewomen — at your local station; they were always giving to the community, fearlessly putting their lives on the line to save others and help them.

They deserved some sweet treats, too. 

With your arms ladened with containers of baked goods, you placed them on the back seat of your car and then started the engine. The fire station of your small town wasn’t too far away, so you cranked up the volume of your radio and began the quick drive, a big smile on your face.

There was a bus parked just down the road with the sign for children boarding, and the smile on your face widened. Today must have been field trip day, and where better to do it than here? Children were standing just inside the station's roller doors where a truck sat, lights flashing bright; red and blue bouncing and reflecting off of gleeful, childish smiles. 

You hummed quietly to yourself and parked your car, a small distance away to keep the driveway clear — after all, emergencies didn’t stop just because children and baked goods appeared. 

A loud whoop of a siren echoed as you made your way to the open roller door and the children squealed, making you grin behind the towering containers in your arms, overjoyed to have picked such a cheerful day to share. 

“Kids, settle down,” a deep voice called, the smile evident in the tone. You peered around the doorway and saw a fireman, a toothy smile surrounded by an immaculate goatee. “Now, are you ready to see how we get down the pole,” the man pointed over his shoulder towards the shining fireman’s pole by the stairs, “over there?”

A collective cheer came from the children and you lowered your arms just a little bit so you could see over the top container better. The doorway was partially in the way so you stepped inside, and the man spotted you. “Hi there,” he said, and you smiled back. “Just a minute. Buck can help you when he gets down here.”

“No worries at all,” you said, and Sam — as his name badge on his chest showed — winked before turning back towards the pole.

“Buck, Steve! Show these kids how it’s done.”

Heaven above, you were not ready for what would come sliding down that damned pole. 

The squeak from the sole of boots and the pull of skin against metal sounded and your mouth opened in a quiet gasp, the containers nearly tumbling from your arms. 

A blonde man, the size of a fucking tree, you swore, slid down first. The pants of his uniform were held up by red suspenders that lay over an extremely muscled chest, on full display through an extremely tight grey shirt. He landed on the cement floor with a grunt and spread his arms out, a wide, toothy grin on his face as he took in the clapping children. 

“C’mon, Buck,” he called, looking up at the hole in the roof. “Get down ‘ere!”

It was a miracle that the children cheered again, because the noise that left you when ‘Buck’ slid down the pole was not dignified. 

‘Buck’ was just as, if not, taller than the blonde you assumed now was Steve, and definitely broader. Dark brown hair fell down his face in strands while the rest was kept up in a messy bun. His grin was wide, happy, and bright, and his face was covered in a light dusting of stubble. The dark red, almost burgundy shirt that he was wearing was arguably tighter than Steve’s.

“Oh, fuck,” you whispered when Bucky stood next to Steve, throwing a tattooed arm over Steve’s shoulder, grinning down at the kids that barely reached their knees. “Oh, fuck.”

Fate wanted to laugh at you, however, because it was at that moment that both Steve and Buck looked over at the open doorway, their grins growing wider by tenfold once they managed a glance at your floundering expression. 

“Take care a’her,” Sam, the man with the goatee said before gathering and herding the kids towards the far wall, where uniforms and helmets hung ash stained, but proud.

They sauntered over, and it was all you could do to not fall to the floor with wobbling knees. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” Steve said brightly, and you bit back a whimper. “What can we do for you?”

Uselessly, you glanced between the two of them – struck by how damn handsome they were up close. It put all your calendars to shame. 

“Doll?” Buck said, raising a brow and offering his arms to take the containers. “Lemme take them for you.”

“Thank you,” you squeaked, immediately growing anxious at the loss of the barrier you had to hide behind. “I-I baked them for you guys, as a thank you for all you do for us–”

“Is that a batch of cookies I see?”

Bucky turned at the voice, but Steve was still staring at you, a smirk growing on his pretty pink lips–stop it! You chided yourself. 

“Clint, back off, they’re mine!” Buck yelled, pulling the containers tighter to his chest and shifting closer to Steve until their shoulders bumped.

A snort sounded behind them and you watched another blond approach, rolling his eyes. “Yeah,” Clint said, waving a hand as he entered what looked like an office. “Like your husband would protect you when he could take them all for himself.”

Immediately you looked at Bucky’s left hand, ignoring the way the intricate tattoos contrasted against his skin in the light, and saw two gold bands — one wider than the other with black and red stones. You felt crestfallen, it was a shame–

“What’re you staring at, sweetheart?” Steve piped up suddenly, a dangerously mischievous glint in his eyes. “You eyein’ up my husband?”

The ground couldn’t swallow you whole quick enough, and your eyes widened. “No!”

Buck laughed and shook his head. “Like you weren’t enjoyin’ it, punk.” The containers shifted in his arms and he offered his hand. “I’m Bucky, and this here is Steve.” You offered your name and gasped as Bucky pulled on your hand, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. 

“Stop swooning and just ask her out for coffee, you fool,” Steve snapped and rolled his eyes, taking the containers from Bucky and striding away, pausing only to wink at you. 

Time had frozen. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “What the hell just happened?”

“Ignore him, he’s an idiot,” Bucky said, staring at what you would guess to be Steve’s ass as he walked away. “Anyway,” he turned back to you and you realised belatedly that he was still holding your hand. “Thank you, doll, we appreciate it a lot.”

You looked up at him and smiled the best you could — you were still reeling from the shock of whatever the hell just happened. “You’re welcome,” you said quietly, and Bucky tilted his head slightly. It was like a punch to the gut, seeing his hair brush against his cheeks, and the way his grey eyes shone in the light. “I better go–”

“Where you goin’?” Bucky interrupted. He was still not letting go of your hand. 

Staring up at him, you struggled for words before settling on, “Home.”

Bucky raised a single brow in question, and shook his head slightly, as if amused. “You don’t sound so sure about that, honey.”

Oh, god, you thought. 

“Come stay a while, the kids are leavin’ soon,” Bucky said, gesturing towards the kids with a nod of his head. “And this way we can give our compliments to the baker directly.” His smirk — god, it would be the death of you. “I owe you a coffee, c’mon.”

The tug on your hand was like a jumpstart to your heart, and you followed on autopilot while Bucky walked towards another door. His heavy boots slapped against the floor and you watched his back ripple as he walked, barely restraining yourself to just reach out and run your hand over the muscle, to feel the power and strength of them. 

“There he is,” Steve said suddenly, his head poking out the door just ahead. “I was about to come and pull you off her.”

“Like you wouldn’t join in, punk,” Bucky huffed, and you stiffened, your mind racing. Just what kind of marriage was this? 

The door opened and Bucky pulled you inside. It was a breakroom of some description with lockers lining one side of the room, while tables littered the middle, surrounded by mismatched soft chairs. A red-haired woman was perched on a black chair just inside the entry, while a younger man stood at the lockers – both of them were staring right at you as you entered behind Bucky, the young man with wide eyes, the woman with narrowed eyes, like she was appraising you.

“Who’s this?” The red-head asked, a sly smirk pulling at her lips when she glanced down to see Bucky still holding your hand.

“This is the lovely dove that baked us all these goodies,” Clint piped up suddenly behind you. 

The young man ran towards Steve who was setting out the baked treats, snatching one with a laugh when Steve pushed him away. “Kid, you got no damn patience, d’you?”

“No,” he answered, and he looked at you, waving happily. “I’m Peter, by the way.”

“Hi Peter,” you said softly. Bucky pulled you closer again and you were suddenly against his side, his arm over your shoulder and all you could smell was him — woodsmoke, some kind of spice, and just Bucky. You gulped quietly and smiled at the red-head who stood slowly and made her way over to the table, then Steve. “I hope you like them,” you gestured to the containers.

“Make way!”

Bucky pulled you to stand beside the door and the man with the goatee appeared, grinning happily and making a beeline to the table of containers. “That’s Sam,” Bucky whispered, pointing at Sam’s back with the hand over your shoulder. “He’s the fire chief.” Then he pointed at the woman, a slight smile on his lips when you looked up at him. “That’s Nat, and I am terrified of her.”

“I heard that, Barnes,” Nat said suddenly, her back still to you as she perused what was on offer. “Watch it.”

Unseen by her, Bucky grimaced exaggeratedly and saluted. You laughed.

“Alright,” Steve said, clapping his hands. He took a seat on a couch you didn’t notice before and he patted the cushion next to him. “Come sit down, sweetheart,” he said, though you had no choice because Bucky had started to steer you towards him. “You deserve to enjoy your baking, too.”

You landed with an oof against Steve’s side, and Bucky followed, sitting on the free cushion with a loud groan. “Haven’t sat down all day,” he complained. Steve rolled his eyes and offered you a muffin that you took with a smile. 

The containers slowly emptied and so did the room. Clint, Natasha, Peter, and Sam had filtered out to the office, leaving you alone with Steve and Bucky. 

“So, sweetheart,” Steve purred suddenly, and your gaze snapped to his face. You could feel Bucky shift next to you but you were trapped in Steve’s gaze, a deer in headlights. “What d’you say, huh?”

You baulked, not even registering Bucky’s hand on your shoulders, slowly moving up to grip the back of your neck. “What?”

Steve chuckled and Bucky huffed a laugh, putting more pressure on the back of your neck – enough to cause you to shiver. “Come home with us, doll,” Bucky said, his voice low and hoarse. A shudder flew up your spin and you couldn’t form words. It was all too much of a shock–

An alarm echoed in the breakroom and you jumped a foot in the air. 

“Damn it all,” Steve groaned.

Bucky looked to the ceiling and let go of your neck. “Always the fuckin’ way.”

“What’s happening?” You asked, looking between the two as they got to their feet, slight frowns on their lips. 

“Time to go save lives,” Steve winked. “Tell ‘er, Buck, I’ll see you out there.”

You watched Bucky nod and offer a hand to pull you up, only when you took it, he pulled you tight to his chest, a slight chuckle rumbling in his throat when you let out a small noise of surprise. His hands gripped your shoulders and pushed you back so he had to bend slightly to look you in the eye, it was all you could do to not whine needily at the action — why was he so damn tall, you cursed. 

“Here,” Bucky said, pulling a small card and a pen from his pants pocket. He stood there for a second scrawling something, and then he handed it to you. It was a phone number. “Call me later.”

There was a shout from out by the truck and Bucky winced. “I gotta go, doll,” he rushed, and he placed a quick kiss on your cheek, the stubble on his jaw tickling slightly. 

“Okay,” you said numbly, still in shock. Bucky smiled and ran from the room; the yells of his crew audible even over the alarm. Slowly, you ran your finger over where he kissed your cheek. 

You couldn’t shake the warmth you felt when you sat next to Steve, nor could you shake the comfort you felt from Bucky’s touch. It was surreal. They were married to one another, but yet, here they were so openly flirting with you – you were intrigued, happy even for that fact.

Suddenly, as you walked back to your car parked a small way away, thumbing at the small card in your hand, you realised bringing treats to the station may have just changed your life. 

And you could not wait.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[nastybuckybarnes]

In a Heartbeat Masterlist

Status: Completed

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Pairing: Fireman!Bucky X Reader

Summary: You’ve always been careful with your heart. With your condition, you don’t exactly have any other choice. The last time you let someone in, you paid the price. A price you don’t plan on paying again. Until Bucky comes in and shatters your carefully crafted world.

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Smut, Injuries, Angst, Fluff, Angst

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[starlightstevie]

fics rec / march 2021

Hello again! Here are my favourite fics from the past month - I enjoyed reading these so MUCH and I hope you guys do too!

(* is smut)

Fuck it I’m recommending this again this month because Kait’s cowboy!Thor series is just THAT good and everyone needs this country boy in their life:

*I Need A Hero by @inthorantine​ Masterlist Cowboy!Thor: After Y/N finds out that her late grandfather has willed his rural Montana ranch to her, she decides it’s time for a little change of scenery. At least until it’s in a condition to sell. Along the way, Y/N finds a renewed appreciation for hard work, new friends, and possibly even love. She has the land. Can Thor help make it a home?

*saints can’t help me now by @peachyteabuck Forest god!Thor x reader: I will tell you the mystery of the woman and of the beast that carries her, whose name has not been written in the book of life from the foundation of the world. Kings give their power and authority to the beast, and those who are with him are the called and chosen and faithful.

and with that shadow upon the ground, i hear my people screaming out by @blackberrybucky Thor x reader: You're on the ship when Thanos comes aboard.

*Warm Water by @xbuchananbarnes Thor x reader: Reader takes a bath after a long day.

*h/c: dom!thor by @thorsthot​

Imagine: Thor smells like a storm by @wandas-sunshine​

*Somnus by @sweeterthanthis​ Nomad!Steve x reader: On the rare occasion that you have him in your bed, you savor every last minute. Even while he sleeps.

*Morning Wood by @angrythingstarlight​ Nomad!Steve x reader: Your new neighbor Steve gives you more than one surprise in the morning.

Good Kind of Trouble by @all1e23​ Biker!Stever x reader: Steve finally meets his cute neighbor. She’s not impressed.

*h/c: the way steve fucks by @helahades​

*Cock Worship by @ozarkthedog​ Andy Barber x reader: You take care of an exhausted Andy.

*illicit affair by @feliciahardyn​ Professor!Andy Barber x reader: You had been crushing on your sexy professor, Andy Barber since the beginning of the semester but he made it hard for you to focus in class. Lucky for you, he was willing to give you the best lesson in your life though.

if it’s not you, it’s not anyone by @blackberrybucky Bucky x reader: Bucky comes back from the snap and his world is shattered.

*West Coast Turnaround by @moteldwelling​ Trucker!Bucky x reader: Bucky Barnes is six foot of surliness driving his eighteen-wheeler across truck stop America. Reader just so happens to have a working thumb. There’s one bed.

Let Me Protect You by @littleredstarfish​ Bucky x reader: He's strong but he still needs protection.

deny (with love) my labor by @divine-mistake Bucky x reader: “I’m here,” you sob, hand shaking. “I’m right here, Bucky. I’m here. I’m here. Bucky, please. I’m here. Please don’t leave me. I’m here. I’m right here.” Or, five times Bucky Barnes has a nightmare, and one time you do.

The World’s A Little Blurry by @summergrls​ Masterlist Bucky x reader: Glimpses into a (mostly) quiet life with the Winter Soldier.

*Oasis by @bubblebucky Bucky x reader: It’s your first time with Bucky, and Bucky’s first time in 80 years.

call it fate, call it karma by @belladonnabarnes Bucky x reader: Sometimes I steal flowers from your garden on my way to the cemetery but today you’ve caught me and have demanded to come with me to make sure the girl is pretty enough to warrant flower theft and I’m trying to figure out how to break it to you that we’re on our way to a graveyard.

*bucky convinces you to sit on his face by @bunnywritesmarvel

*Chaste by @tiffdawg​ Mando x reader: It’s tradition for couples not to have sex once a marriage promise is made. Not until the wedding night.

*way down we go by @goldafterglow Mando x reader: Din is made of mismatched shards that you bind together - until you want to watch them fall apart.

*kneel at my alter by @filthybookworm Mando x reader: I’m a Mandalorian. Weapons are part of my religion.

*I’m not gonna touch you until you beg by @mxsamwilson

*dripping by @cptnbvcks Javi x reader: Javi brings you something to take the edge off during one of colombia’s heatwaves

*What It Is You Do (To Me) by @filthybookworm​ Javi x reader: He’s never mentioned a vest before, is all you can think, mouth parting as your tongue drags across your lower lip in an unconscious expression of desire. What is it, you wonder, that makes it look so good?

*Dinner & Diatribes by mxsamwilson Oberyn Martell x black!reader: Oberyn catches your eye from across the room and holds your gaze. His deep eyes swallow you whole, burn straight through you like twin flames, and you’re falling into him once again. Helpless.

*one single thread of gold tied to you by @spacelabrathor​ Alpha!Deku x Omega!reader: Pro Hero Deku is a frequent visitor at your support lab and you're grateful for it. He's one of your high profile clients and his quirk is strong enough that he has to come for suit repairs near twice a month. It helps that he's one of the most bearable alphas you've ever met, affable and kind, and he never judges you for being a rare omega in the hero line of work. It also helps that he's painfully, absurdly hot. You're perhaps never more grateful for his nature than when the building housing your lab collapses with the two of you in it, and as the walls and floors of your lab crumble, so does the suppressor device that keeps your heats in check and your hormones under control. As the dust settles, you realize you are trapped by rubble and dust and twisted metal with perhaps the only alpha alive that you trust, as your adrenaline surges and your carefully suppressed heat cycle comes roaring to life.

baby mine, don’t you cry by @kaitsukibakugo​ Deku x reader: A quiet early morning moment between Reader and Deku and their newborn baby.

*you’re such a good girl for me by @rat-suki​

*dilf!Deku by @sems-diarie​

*more dilf!Deku by sems-diarie

*wreck my plans (that’s my man) by @spacelabrathor Bakugo x reader: You inform Bakugo that he's a control freak who can't cede control in any area of his life for any reason, and, because he's Bakugo, he immediately, furiously rises to the challenge.

*Thin Walls by @rat-suki Bakugo x reader: Katsuki’s loud, obnoxiously so. And you’re the one who has to deal with it.

*all through the night by @some-kindofgnome​ Bakugo x reader: You and Bakugo have chased a villain far out of the city- too far to make it back for the night. You find somewhere decent to bed down, but there’s a little problem with your room.

*imagine bakugo easing into you, no prep by @sems-diarie

Soon to be dad!Bakugo by @luciilferss​

Subtlety is my middle name by luciilferss

Pro hero Bakugo taking care of you by luciilferss

mean!Bakugo has a soft spot for you by @ihatebnha​

*Bakugo with a pillow princess girlfriend by @hanji-is-life​

*Dumb slut Bakugo by @ihatebnha

*villian!Bakugo takes you in an alleyway by @lookslikeleese​

*the folly of man by @dymphnasprose Todoroki x reader: Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss.

*toshinori as a lover by @spacelabrathor​

at my worst by @hiiraya Wanda Maximoff x reader: Slow dancing in the kitchen with Wanda.

wanda + pianist au by @helahades

Fireman Sam by @buckysknifecollection Firefighter!Sam Wilson x reader: You visit the local police station and catch the eye of a certain firefighter.

*size kink with geralt by @lovely-cryptid​

*Heat by fettsvette Boba Fett x reader: Set after the second season of The Mandalorian. Boba Fett takes you on a faraway hunt that involves a prolonged journey through hyperspace. You’re horny as fuck, but your man is too preoccupied with running a tight ship to pay you any mind - until things get a little too desperate.

[all1e23]

The One With All the Giggles [One-Shot]

Summary: Bucky finally gets to take his girl on a real date.

Warnings:  Smutty smut. 18+ please, and thanks. It’s not graphic sex, like at all, but it’s adulty time. Be cool, k? 😉

A/N: I’ve been watching Friends a lot. To explain the title. I have been so soft this week. My period has turned me into a soft mess. That led to Beck and December’s first time. lolol. This takes place roughly a week after chapter 17. They just became an item and they are trying to find their footing as this new couple. It’s full of giggles and silly playfulness. It’s more about the fluff and the gentleness than it is the dickin’. Sorry if you wanted dirty smut🤣🤣.  If you have not read the series Astrophile, THERE WLL BE MAJOR SPOILERS.  

Catch up on the series here!

***My fics are not to be saved or posted on any other sites without my written permission. Reblogs are my jam, though! Thanks!*

The transition from friends to something more is easier, in theory, it turns out. It is hard to decipher what had been flirting and what was just friendly banter between two friends — more importantly, what was them being them, Y/n and Bucky.

Natasha doesn’t quite understand what the problem is. When Y/n asked her for advice earlier in the week, seeing as how she went through something similar with Clint, Natasha told Y/n she didn’t see what the big deal is. You two have flirted from the moment you met. He’s always looked at you like you hung all the stars, and it’s quite nauseating. Add a little kissing, and you’ll be fine.

He never said anything but, Y/n knows Bucky is nervous, too.

Maybe it’s because nothing has really changed. They still talk on the phone all day long. Bucky still FaceTimes when he’s working late, or he’s bored and missing her.  Y/n sends him random pictures throughout her week when she’s thinking about him and starlight. Ori comes by the shop nearly every day. Maybe a week is too soon to notice the change, or perhaps nothing will change between them at all.

The knock to her front door startles her enough to make her jump. Bucky is there. Bucky is at her front door to take her on a real date. She glances down at her galaxy printed tights, black skirt, and sparkling grey sweater, this isn’t exactly sexy. It’s cozy, and she likes it, but it’s something she would wear every day — not on a date, and she should have dressed up.

What if he’s disappointed?  

Y/n blows out a nervous breath and pulls the door open only to find Bucky grinning at her from behind a bouquet of star jasmine. He’s not dressed very fancy at all — jeans and a black button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and his hair pulled back into a small bun. 

At least, he’s not in a suit. 

“Hi,” Bucky breathes, a ridiculous smile tugging at his lips, “You look— Damn, you look beautiful.”

So maybe he won’t be too disappointed.

“Thank you!”

She beams back at him, setting the flowers he gave her in a vase on her kitchen counter. The bouquet was small, not even half the size of the one Tony sent her after their first date, but these are different. These are the flowers she should have gotten, and she isn’t surprised that Bucky picks flowers that shine like the stars. 

“You look very handsome.” Y/n observes and slips her purse over her head, locking the door behind her, and she adds with a smirk, “Calendar ready if I can say so.”

Bucky hangs his head in defeat, but she can see the smile on his face  — she loves that smile. 

“I was thinkin’ we could walk. The place I have in mind is not that far.”

“Where are we going?” She asks as she takes the hand that’s outstretched for her and leans into Bucky as they walk down the street, right past her shop window with the new display — a romance novel featured in the middle. Natasha had teased her about that when she came by on Wednesday.

“You’ll see, Beck. It’s not that far.”

He had been right, it’s a short walk. Only twenty minutes or so. She tells him about her day on the trek over and asks about his. Of course, she checks up on sweet little Ori and makes sure he knows how much she misses her. Bucky will never stop loving how much Y/n loves the first woman in his life.

“Buck!” She screeches when spots the building they are approaching. “Laser tag?!” 

Bucky chuckles and kisses the back of the hand he’s holding, answering against her soft skin, “Yeah, I know dates are usually dinner and wine and all that, but I thought this is more… us.”

“It is us.” Y/n’s smile softens, and she squeezes his hand. “Can I go kick your butt now?”

“You’re gettin’ a little ahead of yourself, Beck. I’m pretty good at laser tag.” 

“Stow it, Barnes. Get in there so I can whip your cute butt.” 

Y/n can now admit she was too cocky when they arrived an hour ago. Bucky is good at laser tag; it turns out. Too good or he simply knows her too well. He continues to anticipate every move she attempts to make, and now she’s cornered, with no means of escape, and she hates to lose.

“Beck, you may as well come out. There’s nowhere to go, baby.”

A galaxy printed leg pops out from behind the wall; the owner of the said leg is hiding behind.  Bucky had been better than she predicted, and there is no way she is going to win now that he has her cornered in. So she does what any reasonable girlfriend would do. 

“Okay, okay. Uncle! Just don’t shoot me. Pretty please?” 

Bucky walks around the wall, gun still drawn in case she’s trying to trick him, but all he finds is Y/n, looking pitiful with her out her bottom lip as far as it can go, and he drops his ‘weapon.’ Bucky hooks his arm around her neck and pulls her into his space and kisses her. He can’t help it. He’s held out as long as he can, but he can’t go another minute without the feel of her lips brushing against his. His kiss is heated and languid. His lips are soft like she remembers, and her heart flutters when the arm around her pulls her closer, tucking her into his body.

Natasha is right. It’s the kissing that makes the difference, and boy — Bucky knows how to kiss. They need to do this more often. Kissing more often is a must, but not now. She has something else in mind for right now.

A soft beeping sounds off between them, and Bucky slowly pulls away from her lips to look down at his chest plate, vibrating and flashing red.

She shot him.  

“Ohh, you’re in trouble now, Beck.” He pecks her lips one more time. Okay, two more times. Once more, to be sure. “You better run, sweetheart. I’m only givin’ you a five-second head start.”

“Bucky…” She takes several steps back from him, grinning. “Don’t you dare.”

“You better move that cute little ass of yours, babydoll. It’s about to be mine.” 

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This could quite possibly be the best date of her life. As if laser tag wasn’t already amazing, Bucky took her to her favorite taco truck. Tacos and Bucky? It can’t get much better. Maybe if they had a pizza taco. Or one of pizza cone things! Second date is all about the pizza cone. Tonight was perfect and kicking Bucky’s butt at laser tag only makes it that much sweeter. As soon as they sat down to eat, Y/n sent Sam a text letting him know of her victory and giving him rights to rag on Bucky — only if he videos Bucky’s face when he does.

“You let your guard down, Bucky. That's what happens when you let yourself get distracted.”

“I was kissin’ my girl!”

Y/n steals a chip from the paper carton his tacos came in to help distract from her the butterflies in her stomach and the flutter in her heart. It happens every time he says that. She doesn’t think it will ever stop — she hopes it never does.  

“Well, you should have known better. When I play, I play to win, Bucky.”

Bucky grins and leans back against the cement wall, their picnic table is resting against, staring at her wistfully and tells her with a wink, “Whatever you say, Beck.”

Y/n snuggles back against his chest, and Bucky’s arms immediately wrap around her. She sighs at the content, feeling warming her chest. There’s only one person she has to thank for that —  two technically, but one is spending the night with her Uncle Steve. 

“Thank you for tonight. I had so much fun,” She tells him earnestly. 

“So did I. I haven’t had this much fun since we went to the zoo. Thank you for spending your one night off this week with me.”

Bucky realizes just how true everything he said is. He’s gone on plenty of dates, but none have been fun — not like this they hadn’t. None of them were silly and playful. He would never think to take a girl to laser tag and then a food truck for dinner, but with Y/n, it’s the only thing that feels right, and not once did he think about his grocery list, work or what chores he had to do tomorrow.

“I don’t know if you’ve realized,” She retorts with a tiny smile, “but I kind of want to spend every night of the week with you.”

In truth, so does he. Bucky wished they were spending every night together. He would give almost anything for this night to drag on just a little longer. 

“So,” Y/n leans her head back on his shoulder and stares into his eyes, “Ori is at Steve’s all night, right?”

Bucky grins.

“What did ya have in mind, Beck?”

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Y/n stumbles backward into the brownstone with Bucky attached to her lips, the smell of coffee, pancakes, and paint making her grin. She throws her jacket on the couch as Bucky’s foot catches the door and kicks it’s closed. He’s not about to take his hands off her even to close the door. Bucky hasn’t cleaned in over a week. There are clothes on the washer, bowls in the dish rack that have been drying for five or six days now, and Ori’s toys, well they are always present and—

'No, backtalk! I have a laser, and I will use it!'

They are everywhere.

Y/n breaks into a fit of giggles right there against his lips, putting a pause on all the kissing. Bucky might love her more for it. She doesn’t care that toys are thrown all over the living room floor and that Buzz is quite literally a buzz kill. She doesn't get mad or annoyed with the reminder of Ori's presence in their lives — she laughs instead. Bucky grins and slides his hands down her backside, gripping the back of her thighs and wrapping her legs around his waist in one quick move.

Bucky kisses her lips — “How about I just carry you, yeah?” Another kiss brushing against soft lips — “Lightyear and Star Command are really killin’ the mood.”

“I dunno,” She mumbles through several more kisses and tightens her legs around his waist, grinning widely at the feel of him pressing between her legs. 

“Doesn’t feel like he’s killed the mood.”

The squeak is there; the one Bucky knows so well. He barely hears it this time. The creek in the stairs in the last thing on his mind while Y/n is wrapped in his arms. Buzz didn’t kill the mood, but a squeak coming from anything but Y/n could make those pretty lips leave his skin, and he hates that idea.

Thankfully, when he left in a rush to drop off Ori before their date, he left his door open and, on Natasha’s advice, made his bed. It’s not anything special, no throw pillows or anything like that, but at least his blankets aren’t crumbled in a pile in the middle of his bed. Bucky lowers her to the floor, tossing his jacket onto the chair, watching as Y/n kicks her boots off.

Y/n slips her hands under his shirt, letting her fingers ghost over his muscles. She grips the hem of his shirt and tugs his shirt over his head, but the buttons get caught around the chain he always wears, and it gets stuck around his nose. Bucky chuckles through the fabric and steps back from her, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor.

She giggles and grabs the glinting silver necklace that fell back against his tanned skin. She pulls him back, her lips finding his with ease, tongues slipping past parted lips, and breath meeting. The backs of her knees hit the bed, and she flops back against the grey and black comforter. Her foot runs up the outside of his leg, and Bucky catches it when it reaches his hips. The slow trail of his hand running up her calf and then her thigh makes her shudder, Bucky grins and stops when he reaches the top of her tights — they come off with expertise and so does that pretty skirt he’s been watching bounce all night.

Bucky gulps looking down at Y/n, laying in nothing but that sheer black lingerie, embellished with tiny stars. The rush of the night comes to a stall as he takes her in. Her foot taps his thigh, and she raises her brow, silently asking what is taking him so long. He grins and coming out of his daze — the rush is back just like that, Bucky flings his jeans across the room, tossing them right into the nightstand and nearly knocking the lamp over.  Beck covers her mouth to stifle her laughter. He grins and bites her hip playfully as he crawls up her body.

"You laughin' at me baby?" She hums quietly just enough that he can feel the vibrations running through her.

“I like that.”

Bucky looks up at the soft whisper of her words and smiles. “Like what? Teasing me?”

Y/n grins and runs her hand through his hair, shaking her head. She regards him quietly for a moment before answering him properly, “I do like that, but I meant when you call me baby. I like it when you call me yours.”

Bucky presses a light kiss to her stomach and slowly crawls up her body until they are nose to nose. “You like when I call you sweet things, Beck, baby?”

She stares up at him, the gravity of what she feels for him clutching at her throat and keeping her from replying. She can only nod and slide her hands around his neck, the tremble in her fingers not going unnoticed by the man hovering over her. Nothing about her goes unnoticed to Bucky. He catches every change, every flutter, and knows every beat in that pretty soul she bares so freely.

It’s only been five months since he met her, and it’s too early to talk about such things, but he’s learned every path to her heart and then some.

Bucky settles on his forearms and lets his weight rest heavy on her. He gazes down at her for a beat, his fingers twirling the strands of her hair between his fingers. “I like calling you my girl, too. I’m sorry, it took so long for me to realize what I had right in front of me.”

“It’s okay.” She breathes, brushing her lips over his, and bumping their noses together. “I don’t believe in all that fairytale, falling in love at first sight nonsense. You know that.”

He grins. Bucky does know that. It’s one of the reasons they fit together so well. They both know there isn’t some secret answer, some special deal the stars made in exchange for their love — if they want to love each other, they have to work at it every day for the rest of their lives, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t some magic left in the world.

“Yeah, I do. I do know that. I didn’t believe in any of that either. Until you.”

“W—what?”

“I didn’t know when I first met you, but, baby, my heart was yours from that very first day I walked into the bookstore.” 

Tears are filling her eyes faster than she can stop them, she’s quick to blink away the ones that Bucky doesn’t catch with his lips. He places a soft kiss under her left eye, letting his hands wander her skin and whispers, “I’ll keep calling you baby if you call me something sweet, too.”

“Hmmm,” her breath hitches when she feels his fingers running up her inner thigh. Somehow she manages to get out a breathy retort. “Umm, how about I can be your girl, and I can call you Mr. December. Or, wait, what do they call the guys in Playgirl? Are they called bunnies, too?”  Bucky’s hand freezes and finds her playful glare and teasing smirk.

“You can be my bunny.”

Bucky has to bite his lip to keep himself from laughing, and he’s nearly successful. No one heard those few snickers anyway. Bucky bites her neck playfully, making her squeak and his fingers dig into her thighs, nothing painful just hard enough to make her squirm.

“Oh, you’re in so much trouble. So much for being my sweet girl.”

Y/n leans up just as Bucky is leaning down, making their foreheads clunk, and they both dissolve in a fit of laughter. Bucky kisses the spot on her forehead where they knocked heads and then her nose, her cheek and that spot on her collar bone — the one that makes her shiver.

It’s all hands and lips from here. Fingertips brush bra straps to the side, tugging at boxers and finding paths never traveled. Y/n can feel how desperate he is for her, resting hard against her thigh — it makes her wiggle under him, and a breathless please falls from her lips.  The only light is the glow from the light over the stairway spilling in through the open door and the bit of moonlight slipping through the cracks in the blinds over Bucky’s bed. Y/n likes to watch the pale blue hue fall over the muscles in Bucky’s Back as he works her panties down. There’s a rustling in the side table and a crinkle she knows.

Bucky attempts to rip it open, but his fingers fumble for a second, and her laugh makes him grin. He manages to get the dreaded foil package open and rolls the condom on with a soft grumble from him and another chuckle from Y/n.

The laughing quiets, and soon all that can be heard are heavy breaths, soft moans, and quiet declarations. I got ya, baby. That’s my girl. Come on, beautiful, come for me.  Bucky’s forehead rests against hers, eyes anchored in one another because Bucky won’t have their first time be anything other than true to who they are. They laugh and joke and find solace in each other, so making love to her for the first time wasn’t going to be anything less than them.

Bucky slips out of bed and is gone for only a second, but she’s too drunk on the stars to notice how long he’s gone. The matress dips from his weight and an arm come to rest above her head as they catch their breath. She instinctively curls into the heat he’s radiating, and Bucky fiddles with the blankets until they are both snuggled under the blanket and around each other — laying skin on skin. 

“Your Brooklyn really came out there,” Y/n’s soft voice fills the empty quiet makeing Bucky grin and he places a kiss on the top of her head. He’s never paid much attention before and certainly wasn’t focused on the noises he was making a few moments ago.

“Did it? I didn’t notice, darlin’. I was too busy listening to the sweet purrs you were makin’.”

Y/n smacks his arm gently and rests her head on his chest, fingers playing together and legs tangled around each other. It’s quiet, but not silent — there’s the hum of the air conditioning and beat of Bucky’s heart under her ear, soft breaths that she wants to feel against her skin again. Even the stars are whispering tonight, and Y/n knows she was foolish to think what they have could ever be considered something as silly and mundane just friends.

“Well, I’ve never done that with a friend.”

Bucky’s body shakes from laughter under her. She presses her cold nose into the crook of his neck and sighs happily. Y/n likes that he lets her be her, even here. Even in a moment that should be serious -- sensual, they joke and giggle and play. Those bits of silly sweetness only make it better. Not once did it diminish the moment, nothing was cheapened by their playfulness.  

“Beck?”

“Hm?”

“This might be too soon. I know this is our first date and all, but it doesn’t feel like a first date, and I’ve been feeling this for… well, since Ori’s birthday, if I’m bein’ honest, way before then and— and…” She grins at his hesitation and lifts her head to meet his nervous gaze.

“I love you, too, Bucky.”

Bucky grins and flips her onto her back, leaning over her. He bumps their noses together and slides his hand under the sheet, giving her exposed thigh a squeeze. 

“Round two?” 

Y/n’s brow raises, and he can see the questions sparkling in her eyes, Again? Right now?

“When I play, I play to win, Y/n.”

[onsunnyside]

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Categories: MCU - AU

╭ Read the warnings. Some are dark/have dark elements, contain A/B/O, contain explicit sexual content etc. Honourable author mentions below. ╯

✎ = New fics added! - #Galore Update

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MCU: one shots, series, headcanons, drabbles, blurbs

Fluff (MCU/AU, soft!bucky, meet cute, crushes, established relationship...)

Smut (MCU/AU, PWP...)

Angst (MCU/AU, cheating/infidelity, major character death, break ups...)

Avenger/Enhanced/Creature!Reader & Doctor/Scientist!Reader ✎

TFATWS!Bucky (set only in TFATWS)

1930s & 1940s

Fake Relationship & Secret Relationship

Neighbours & Roommates (MCU/AU)

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... to Lovers ✎ (friends, enemies, ex's)

Age Gap & Dad!Bucky ✎ (MCU/AU, dad's best friend, best friend's dad, stepdad...)

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes & Stucky x Reader ✎

Dark Fics ✎ (dark!bucky, dark!reader)

Series ✎ (MCU/AU, 2+ parts, all genres)

Misc. [gems♕] ✎ (ft. demon, fireman, priest!bucky, pornstar au, rockstar au...)

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AU/Alternative Universe: one shots, series, headcanons, drabbles, blurbs

A/B/O ✎

Biker AU & Mob/Mafia AU

Boxer AU & Doctor AU

Fratboy AU, College AU & Professor/Teacher!Bucky

Tattooed!Bucky/Tattoo Artist!Bucky

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ও Honourable Author Mentions:

For Bucky Barnes fics — I recommend checking out these authors:

[louhooo]

Hello My Old Heart | Chap. 14

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader [AU]

Warnings: Swearing (like a LOT) aaaand some ANGST, BUT SO MUCH FLUFF IT’S FINALLY HERE GUYS

A/N: Feedback is always loved and appreciated 💘

The average wedding photographer can have a salary anywhere from $35,726 to $107,875 in a given year. For how much they cost, they should make any couples’ wedding look straight out of Pinterest.

Steve and Sharon’s photographer should have been paid more.

As soon as you and Bucky had stepped into the corridor of the church, flashes started going off, thus starting the hundreds of pictures you would be expected to pose in.

After the first hour, you weren’t sure you could feel your cheeks anymore. But that pain was well worth it if it kept you from talking to Bucky. Every time the photographer wanted just pictures of Steve and Sharon, Bucky found his way to your side.

“So about yesterday…-” He started, low and quiet.

“Let’s have the groom and his groomsmen take some pictures! This lighting is perfect!” You cleared your throat and took a small step to the side.

“That’s you.” You could still feel his eyes on you. When you finally looked at him, he blinked. Why were you being this way? 

By the time the bulk of the picture taking was done, it was time for dinner. A buffet line was set up along a wall of twinkling lights, and Clint and Sam were the first in line. You lingered, making small talk with old classmates or helping Sharon’s out of town cousins find their way back to their table. Anything to keep you busy and away from Bucky.

Eventually, you had run out of reasons to avoid getting food, and you got small helpings of whatever looked good. The DJ talked over the speakers, announcing to everyone that if they had any requests for songs, to get them in now. When you made it back to the bridesmaid’s side of the long table, you tugged on Nat’s hair.

“What’s that for?!” You shot her a look.

“I think you sprained your ankle on purpose, Natasha.” She rolled her eyes as you sat down beside her.

“One, no I didn’t. Two, it’s fractured, not sprained, and three, you can’t prove anything.” You sighed and took an angry stab at your vegetables. 

“Fine. Maybe I can’t prove you injured yourself on purpose, but I know it was you that pushed me at the ceremony and almost made me biff it in front of everyone.” Nat shrugged, sipping her wine.

“I won’t deny that one.” Pushing you seemed to be the only way to get you to talk to Bucky, so, you’re welcome, Nat internalized. She glanced behind you, spotting Sam and Bucky in a heated discussion from the looks of it. A hand reached out onto Nat’s plate, taking a roll.

“I’m so fucking hungry.” Sharon plopped down, taking an inelegant bite of bread. You chuckled.

“I told you to eat something this morning…” Sharon groaned and propped her elbows on the table.

“I wasn’t hungry this morning, though! I was too anxious!” You and Nat laughed, attracting attention from the other side of the table.

“Hey, Y/N!” You craned your head and looked at Sam. “You ready for speeches, yet?” You scrunched your face.

“I don’t know… maybe we should wait until-” Sam was already standing up and walking over to the DJ and grabbing a microphone.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! How’s everyone doin’ tonight?!” The room filled with scattered cheers. “That’s alright. We’ll work on it. I’m Sam, the good looking groomsmen, and I’m just here to introduce Y/N, our first speech of the night. So, Steve, get your butt up here so we can get this show on the road!” You glared daggers at Sam as he made his way back over to the table. He might like to say he doesn’t like the attention, but everyone knew that was a fucking lie. He smiled and handed you the microphone.

“I hate you.” He kissed your cheek.

“No, you don’t.” Sam sat down in his spot beside Bucky just as Steve made his way to the table, his tie already loosened around his neck. Steve sat on the other side of Sharon, his arm wrapping around the back of her chair. He smiled at you.

“Well, Sunshine? I was promised a speech….” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but grin. You took a few sips of wine and stood up, pulling your speech from your bra. You watched Pepper kiss Tony’s cheek and quickly walk back to her seat before you held the mic up to your mouth.

“Hi, everyone, I’m Y/N, but I’m pretty sure everyone in this room knows that already,” a few polite chuckles, and a holler from Clint filled the room. You rolled your eyes, and kept your focus down on your notes. “For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Y/N, the stand-in maid of honor this afternoon,” Nat pinched your side and you jumped with a laugh, “and I’ve known Sharon since the third grade. We were both in Mrs. Van Dynes’ class and on the first day, Sharon offered me her grape scented eraser, and we’ve been best friends ever since.” 

You looked over at Sharon and smiled at one another. “Sharon, I know we’re friends, but I’ve always imagined you as the sister I never had. You’re the kindest, most patient, most unbelievably incredible woman, and I am so happy that you continue to put up with my complaining.” Sharon laughed and held out her hand for yours. You laced your hands together and smiled, “I love you, Sharon, and Steve is the luckiest guy for getting to be married to you.” You leaned down and hugged her, “I love you, Shar.” She hugged you back, sniffling as you pulled back.

You dropped hands and grinned at Steve, taking a few steps until you were standing behind him, your hand on his shoulders. “Now, Steve and I have known each other a lot longer than Sharon and I have,” Steve chuckled and murmured an ‘oh no’ under his breath. “Oh, yes, Steve,” the room laughed and Steve looked up at you. “A whole three months longer, but still, longer. So anyway, pretty much everyone I’ve talked to believes Steve when he says that Sharon’s the only one he’s ever had eyes for. And, technically, that might be true, but I’m pretty sure he’s just conveniently forgetting the sixth grade.” Steve laughed, making you laugh with him. “Sorry, Sharon, but it’s true; you weren’t Steve’s first kiss.” The room continued to laugh and you looked at Steve. “Personally, I hope you’re better at kissing now than you were when we were eleven, because, otherwise, Sharon I am so sorry for-” Steve grabbed your wrist and pulled the microphone down to his mouth.

“I am much better now, thank you,” you laughed along with the other guest and wiped the tears from under your eyes. Once your laughter had subsided enough for you to talk, you laid your hand on his shoulder, again.

“Steve, I know we haven’t been as close as we were growing up, and I know you’re the big, tall fire captain,” he chuckled, “but you’ll still always be my Stevie that let me play video games with you, even when girls were still gross.” He smiled warmly up at you, his hand going on top of yours. “I love you, Steve.” He sniffed and stood up, wrapping his arms around you, hugging you tightly. 

“I love you, too, Y/N. I’m glad Mom told us to go bother you that morning.” You hugged him back tighter, swallowing the lump that was forming in your throat. You pulled back and smiled up at him. You cleared your throat and brought the microphone closer.

“Well, I’ll give this back to Sam, since he was so eager to get this started, and he can talk next.” You handed the mic back to Sam and quickly found your seat, taking huge gulps of water to stop yourself from crying. It was way too early to be starting that.

Speeches went on for another half hour until the DJ announced it was “party time” and the dance floor flooded with Steve and Sharon’s slightly inebriated family. You rotated who you danced, switching from Sharon, to Clint, to Steve, to Sam, who took the Cha-Cha Slide way more seriously than you did.

Eventually, the DJ shifted the music, and Elton John filled the room, and Steve and Sharon shared their first dance as husband and wife. You stood to the side, smiling to yourself at your friends. Sharon and Steve smiled at each other, completely absorbed in the other. 

On the other side of the room, Bucky watched you hug yourself and sway, trying desperately to not let the emotions get to you. You finally looked at Bucky, staring back at him as tears started down your face. You turned and left, retreating outside for fresh air and solitude from the love that consumed the room.

“Hey.” You closed your eyes and sighed, turning slowly to look at the source of the voice.

“Hey.” You stared at each other, both internally fighting for the strength to speak first.

Bucky won.

“Can we talk now?” You sighed, your shoulders drooping in defeat. “Fine.” You started walking away from the building, following the sidewalk wherever it took you. Bucky followed, albeit slower, and more hesitant, keeping his distance until he was sure you were okay with how close he was walking beside you.

The crickets chirped, and you stared up at the stars in the sky. You cleared your throat. “Well?” Bucky sighed and lolled his head.

“Don’t. Don’t start that, now. I’ve been tryin’ to talk to you since Thursday morning, and you’ve been ignoring me and I have no idea why you—”

“No idea? Really? You don’t have the slightest idea why I might not wanna talk to you?”

“No, Y/N! That’s what I’m trying to tell you if you would just listen to me! What happened? What happened overnight that made you hate me again!?” You stopped walking and poked your finger into his chest.

“Dot! Dot Williams! That’s what fucking happened!” You took off, and Bucky spun with a confused face, grabbing your arm.

“What the fuck does Dot Williams have to do with—” You spun and glared at him, his hold immediately dropping from your arm.

“Are you fucking serious?!”

“Yes! I don’t know what she has to do with anything, Y/N.” You sighed, annoyed at him for still treating  you like the fool you’d been. You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

“Thursday, I had time to kill, and I went downtown, and I went into the shop your mom used to own, and apparently it’s Dot’s shop now, and she let me in on your little secret.” Bucky pinched his brows, confusion and annoyance clearly on his face.

“My what? I—”

“You and Dot! She told me you guys are dating!” You scoffed, “And it sounds like it’s been a while ‘cause you even invited her to the fucking wedding.” He blinked and you scoffed again. “So, congratulations. You hurt me the same way I hurt you when I left. We’re even now.” You turned and started walking back to the reception, ready to tell everyone goodnight, and quietly leave town. If you were fast enough, Nat wouldn’t notice and—Bucky spun you and held your biceps so that you’d stay put.

“I’m not dating Dot. I went on one date with her a year ago, and ever since then, she’s tried interjecting herself into every aspect of my life.” You blinked. “I can’t even go to fucking Fury’s anymore, ‘cause Dot always sees the truck and invites herself to join me. So, I don’t know why she decided to lie to you, but she did, Y/N. I’m not dating Dot Williams, and I never have, and I never will, because I don’t want Dot Williams! I want you!” You blinked, again, your mouth gaping as you stared at Bucky.

“But—”

“No. No ‘buts’. I’ve never wanted anyone but you, and that isn’t ever going to fucking change. I love you, Y/N! Only you!” What? Bucky felt your arms relax and he loosened his hold, rubbing his thumbs over your bare arms. “Baby, it’s only been you.”

“Why would she say that? Why would she lie about that?” You whispered, more to yourself, but Bucky shook his head.

“I don’t know. I really don’t, and I wish I could tell you, but Dot,” he scoffed and shrugged, “she’s way too into me.” You exhaled, still processing the information presented to you.

“So… you weren’t trying to get back at me?” You voice cracked and Bucky cupped your face.

“I told you I wasn’t mad at you and I meant it. I meant everything I told you, Peaches.” Bucky matched your soft tone and you both stared at each other, his eyes lit up by the moon. You gripped his forearms, holding him close.

“…Even now?” Bucky exhaled and rested his forehead against yours.

“Even now.” You let out a jagged breath that quickly turned into sobs. Bucky held you to his chest as you let everything out.

“I’m- I’m sorry,” you blubbered, “Bucky, I’m so s-sorry I—”

“Shh,” Bucky consoled you and rubbed your back as he kissed the top of your head. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay.” After a while, your crying stopped, but Bucky held you tight. You glanced up at him, and he stared down at you, assessing you, looking for signs that you might start crying again.

“We’re still fucked up, Bucky….” He sighed and softly nodded.

“I know.”

“You sure your therapist guy is gonna wanna deal with all this?” Bucky slowly smiled and chuckled, wiping the mascara streaks from your face. 

“Oh, yeah.” You snorted and sniffled, a smile playing on your face. You stared at one another, your eyes briefly going to Bucky’s lips. He licked them, and you did the same, your pulse quickening. The cricket’s stopped chirping, and the only sounds you could hear were your and Bucky’s breathing. You took a deep breath before crashing your lips into his, and Bucky quickly cradled the back of your head, deepening the kiss.

Bucky always used to tell you that you had the best kisses. That your kisses could solve any problem, mend any injury, and stop any fight… even fights that should’ve never happened in the first place. And, god, did they. 

He used to think about what he would do if he could kiss you again. If he would have built the moment up like when he first kissed you under the oak tree, or if he would have been bold and grabbed your face and took your breath away.

You picked for him, and it was exactly how it was supposed to be. The saltiness of your tears mixed with the sweetness of your wine, and all. Bucky slowly pulled back, a soft whine sitting in your throat as you chased his lips. He placed a chaste kiss on your lips, giving into your silent plea.

You forgot how light you felt when you kissed him.

Another soft kiss and Bucky pulled back completely this time, smiling warmly at you.

“Can I have the next dance, sweetheart? I’m a much better dancer than Sam.” You giggled, resting your forehead against Bucky’s chest. You bit your lip and looked up at him.

“I don’t know… Did you see the moves he was pulling with Sharon’s friend? He was puttin’ out all the stops.” Bucky laughed, his head going back as he nodded.

“Good. I wasn’t the only one who noticed that.” Bucky looked back at you, his smile never leaving his face. You shivered and Bucky quickly dropped his hands so he could shrug off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders. “C’mon. Let’s get you back inside before you catch a cold.” You rolled your eyes, but grinned, falling into step with him. 

“Well, now you don’t have a jacket on…. What if you catch a cold?” You teased. Buck snorted and shook his head. 

“Nah. My immune system’s better than yours.” You let out a loud laugh and Bucky joined in. Your hands brushed, and Bucky intertwined your fingers with his, casting another smile just for you. “Hey?”

You hummed, grinning up at him, hearts shining in your eyes. He kissed your temple, a silent declaration for the love he too nervous to say out loud. You leaned against his arm, your head resting on his bicep.

“I do, too.” Bucky let out a breath, and rested his head on yours. He sniffed, inhaling the scent of your shampoo, memories washing over him.

Peaches. His favorite.

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A/N: I really don’t have an excuse for my lack of writing with this series. I started a new job in November, and although it’s not as emotionally draining as my last job, most nights I’m getting home and really only have enough mental capacity to eat something that somewhat resembles food and cuddle in bed with my cats before going to sleep and repeating the same process. I had a serious case of writer’s block/no motivation that only made me re-read this story to the point that I stopped writing, and it only resulted in me getting frustrated with myself for not finishing the story ‘cause I wanted to read what happened next, and not just go off of what I had PLANNED to happen next lol 😅 I love this series, even if not a lot of people read it or comment or reblog or whatever, this story is important to me and something I’m proud of. I’m often a person who doubts everything I do to the point of convincing myself that I should quit instead of facing the rejection or disappointment that may/could follow if it doesn’t go how I expect it to. I remember how stressed I was working up the courage to post the first chapter of HMOH, and I finally said “fuck it” and posted it (let’s be honest, I closed my eyes, clicked post, and promptly shut my computer for the next five hours lol) Anyways, this long winded ramble is really just to thank everyone who’s ever read this story in any capacity (but if you do like my story, feel free to let me know 😉 I’d love you forever!!)