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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Little Bones 2

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series); harassment, general creepiness, unwanted touches

This is dark! (biker) Thor x chubby!reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: You’re a city girl stuck in a small town, but Birch isn’t as sleepy as it seems.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown and When the Weight Comes Down

Note: We got another part and I hope you love biker!Thor as much as I do. It’s lots of fun.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 2: Better butter your cue finger up

The bottle of wine sat on your counter and you hid away the vodka in your freezer as you resisted the temptation of both. The library made hangovers even worse with its bright lights and tedious nothingness. So you tried to ignore the tapping at your shoulder, the persistent tug of your paranoia, and pretended that nothing had changed. In Birch, nothing did change, right?

The click of your mouse and the loud tapping of keys filled the silence of the library. Colin snored with eyes wide open. It was hard to tell when the old man was awake or sleeping. You weren’t sure there was a line left between the two for him. He spent most of his working hours in the back on the other side of the windowed wall although what exactly he did there remained a mystery.

There wasn’t very much to do there outside the occasional school visits in which students walked down to complete some research project or the teacher’s held a crafting circle. You liked those days as often you could join in and help wrangle in the pupils as they explored the sterile shelves.

Melissa stood and her chair rolled back with a grumble. She stretched and bent to grab her purse from under the desk.

“I’m going down to Bab’s. You want anything?”

“Hmm,” you tapped your chin as you leaned back. “I wouldn’t mind a latte. Oh, and I think they have the banana loaf today. A slice of that too.”

You peeked under the desk and sat forward to grab your bag from the cubby beside your PC tower. “Nope,” Mel stopped you, “it’s on me today. I need a breath of fresh air anyway. Even if it is cold as hell.”

“Oh, thanks, Mel,” you smiled and grabbed a pen to click in your monotony. “We should dig out the Christmas decorations soon. It might actually give us something to do.”

“Maybe for an hour or two,” she pulled her jacket from the rack that stood against the wall between the front counter and the back room, “We could try something new this year. I saw these lights online, you can program them with your phone.”

“You think Colin could handle that?”

“Like he would even notice.” She laughed and pulled on her coat and grabbed her purse. “Latte, banana bread.” She recited. “I’ll be back.”

You watched her go then stretched your legs out as you arched in the chair. You fell back limp and closed your eyes. You could fall asleep right there. You really couldn’t blame Colin for his waking trance. This place made your ears buzz and your head spin.

You heard the whoosh of the automatic doors and sat up. You were surprised at your visitor but not disappointed. Melissa’s daughter approached the desk as she swung her bag in her hand. You could tell by the little wrinkle between her eyebrows that she wasn’t happy.

“Your mom’s just gone to Bab’s,” you rolled closer to the desk. “You must’ve seen her.”

“I saw her.” She said tersely. She stilled her fidgeting and planted her dangling purse on the desk. She sighed and crossed her arms. “I’m here to talk to you.”

“Is something the matter?”

You were nervous. You knew her as well as her mother and you got along. You shared an interest in old Hollywood and a taste for dry history and humour. You liked her, envied her even for having a mother like Melissa.

“I hate doing this. I hate when he makes me do this.” She dropped her arms and instead gripped her hips. “You want to come down to the Asp tonight? For a drink?”

You chuckled and clicked the pen. “It’s Wednesday. I have to open tomorrow and--”

“Hrgh,” she huffed. “I’m sorry but it’s… not a question.”

You put the pen down and clamped your lips together. She shook her head and looked away.

“It’s an order. From Bucky.” She tapped her toe on the carpet. “I tried to tell him that you wouldn’t want to come so late. That you know, you work. He just doesn’t listen and--” She heaved and threw up her hands in exasperation, “I tried.”

“But… me? I don’t even know any of those… people. It’s not really my scene.” You swallowed and dug your nail into your thumb.

“I’ll be there. Same with Steve’s girl from the bakery. She’s nice. And…” her eyes were dull but irritated, “look, if you don’t show up, Bucky will go and find you. Everyone in town reports to him. You don’t have to be in his club, he owns Birch.” She grabbed the thin strap of her small purse and drew it from the desk, “you don’t want to learn that the hard way like I did.”

You knew it wasn’t Bucky who wanted you there, you suspected that big blond brute who had chased you down the street. Her anxiety fed yours and made you uneasy. If she were that afraid, how scared should you be?

“I think you know my answer considering I’ve been given little choice.” You said firmly. “What time?”

“Seven. I got him to budge on at least that. You won’t be out too late.” She gave a weak smile and twisted the strap of her bag. “Stay close to me and I’ll do what I can. You know, with Steve’s girl, I really tried…” She looked away and rolled her as they turned glossy. “Sometimes, Bucky listens to me and I’m figuring out how to make him.”

“Why are you with him?” You whispered. “Why--”

“You think it’s a choice I made.” She blinked and sniffed. “No, it was made for me when I was born in this god forsaken pit.” She thrust her purse over her shoulder and shrugged. “I don’t know why anyone would make up their mind to come here.”

“I can’t say I’m happy with the decision.” You returned.

She sent you a pitying look before she spun away. She marched back to the doors as her mother nearly collided with her. They spoke for a few minutes before the younger left and Melissa came over to plop her goodies on the desk.

“New latte flavour, candy cane. I figured we might get a bit festive.” She announced.

💀

You stood outside the Asp and stared up at the snow-covered marquee. The powder began to fall just after noon and collected along the small ledge below the image of Cleopatra. You wore a bright pink toque with an oversized pom-pom and tucked your chin down against the matching scarf tucked down the front of your cherry-coloured coat. You stuck out among the grey of Birch.

You didn’t put much effort into getting ready. You kept on the same polka-dot blouse from work and traded your trousers for faded jeans and a pair of knee-high boots. You took a breath and stepped through the doors, barely avoided the rush of snow that fell down behind you.

The bar smelled of beer and a stale but pungent dinginess. You looked around in the low din. The bartender, a woman named Lucy, dried several glasses and stacked them on a shelf and every man in the place wore leather.

You found Melissa’s daughter next to Bucky as he squinted at his closest accomplice, Steve. The shy girl from the bakery was tucked under his arm as she picked at the hem of her short skirt. You cleared your throat as you pondered leaving.

A figure on Bucky’s other side stood and you frowned as that man, Thor, smiled at you like a puppy. You fixed your mouth into a straight line as Bucky’s girl rose and waved you over.

“Hey, you made it,” she said. You didn’t miss the way Bucky’s hand slid up her thigh.

“Yeah,” you said flatly as you rounded the table.

“Kitten,” Thor greeted as he pulled out the chair next to him in a flourish. “I’ve a seat just for you.”

You looked from the chair to his face. You made no move to sit.

“If that’s not to your tastes, you can sit in my lap.” He taunted.

Your lips parted in disgust and you grabbed the back of the chair. You wrenched it away from him and backed up steadily as you dragged it around the table. You stopped it next to Steve’s girl and unzipped your jacket. You sat and shrugged out of the coat then crossed your arms. You tore your eyes from the large man and smiled at the baker girl.

“The banana loaf was good,” you said. “Sorry I didn’t make it down.”

“Oh, it’s ugly out there,” she turned in Steve’s hold and his arm slipped down around her waist.

You could feel Thor’s constant gaze as you humoured the girl about the weather and listened to her story about how Mrs. Deeton sent back a blueberry scone for not having any blackberries. You did your best to blot out the rest of the bar.

“Kitten, you want a drink?” He interrupted and you peered over at him. You glanced from him to Lucy as she stood and awaited an order.

“Do you have ginger ale?” You asked her directly.

“We have club soda or iced tea right now.” She said with venom.

“Iced tea, thank you.” You fished through your purse for a fiver.

“Put it on my tab,” Thor insisted.

“No, it’s fine, I--”

You held out the bill and he reached across to snatch it from your hand. “On my tab.” He repeated and the barmaid stomped away. He tossed the five back to you and smirked. “Keep it, kitten.”

You swiped it up and turned back to Steve’s girl. She looked frightened as she stared at the blonde man and slowly returned her attention to you.

“Um, so, I was going to tell you the secret ingredient to Bab’s banana bread but you have to promise not to tell.”

“Sure,” you leaned in and she whispered it in your ear and giggled.

“I’m not supposed to tell.” She uttered as she touched her cheeks guiltily.

“I’ve been telling her she don’t need to worry about rules,” Steve intoned as his fingers danced on her hip.

“My mother made the best banana cream pie,” Thor interrupted. “She handed the recipe down to me. My sister was never much into sweets.”

“Oh?” Steve’s girl turned to Thor. “We don’t serve that at Bab’s but we have lemon meringue.”

“Mother made that too. She showed me the trick to perfect peaks. I could show you.”

Steve growled and pulled his girl closer. She looked at him as he sent a heated glare at Thor. She touched his chest and cooed at him to relax. Lucy returned with your iced tea and you took it eagerly as the tension burned at your face.

“So, kitten,” Thor scooted his chair around the table as you set your glass down, “what trouble did you get into today?”

“I work at a library.” You uttered dryly.

“And did you enjoy your wine last night? I always heard it’s better with company.”

You jutted out your jaw in annoyance and looked at him. He was painfully persistent.

“Excuse me.” You stood and nearly gave him a face full of your chest. You looked to Bucky’s girl as she listened to his incessant grumbles. “Where’s the restroom?”

“Just down there,” she pointed along the far side of the bar.

“I could show you,” Thor offered and you waved him off.

“I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”

“Yes, you are,” he purred and you backed up as his eyes grazed your hips.

You were all too eager to hide in the bathroom and closed yourself in a stall as you tried not to scream. You had dealt with perverts before. Often you were the butt of some joke. The wingman settled for the chubby girl so his pal could get laid. Those types thought you were desperate and had no qualms with getting handsy on the dance floor. But college was long ago and Birch wasn’t known for its nightlife.

After a moment, you were able to steady yourself and you left the stall. You stood by the grungy sink and stared at the mirror. Why you? Why was this idiot bugging you?

You went back out with reluctant steps. You passed a drunk man at the bar talking about some feat of machismo in his foregone youth. As you neared the table, you froze in the spot as you listened.

“...she’s fat anyway.” Steve snarled and laughed meanly.

His chortle was curtailed as a chair scraped on the floor and the baker girl cried out. Thor forced Steve to his feet but the front of his tee shirt. He pulled him past his girl and brought him close as he growled down at him through flaring nostrils.

“I like you, Rogers, but your mouth makes it real hard.” Thor sneered.

“What the fuck?” Steve struggled against him, “let me go.”

“I’m not sitting here shit-talking your woman, eh. You might have little respect for them, but I do.”

“Jesus Christ!” Steve was on tip-toes as he was held up by the other man.

“Apologize.” Thor demanded.

“Wha--”

“Dammit, Steve, say sorry.” Bucky snapped.

“S-sorry, dude.” Steve stuttered.

“Not to me,” Thor turned and to your surprise, he thrust Steve around to face you. “To her.”

You stared in shock as Steve straightened his shirt. He was like a petulant child as he looked you in the eye. “I’m sorry.”

“For…” Thor prodded.

“I’m sorry I called you fat.” Steve looked away.

“I…” you didn’t know what to do or say as you glanced past him to the other girls. “Well, I am so it’s fine.”

Thor shoved Steve back and his thick brows drew together. “Don’t listen to him,” he said. “I like a little extra.”

“Hey,” Bucky’s girl interrupted as she stood suddenly, “the table’s free. How about I get Wanda and we can play some doubles, just us girls.” She touched Bucky’s shoulders, “leave the men to their business.”

Thor’s shoulders fell and he shook his head. He grinned at you even as his disappointment shone through.

“Sure,” you answered as you stepped around him. “Sounds fun.”

💀

You focused on the felt. It didn’t help block out the blazing heat of Thor’s leer. You refused to look over at him and instead pretended to be enthralled with the game of solids and stripes.

When you were a kid, you went to the youth centre and played with the rest of the kids desperate for a distraction. In uni, you enjoyed your plastic cups of cheap sambuca and coke at the campus bar and chalked up the cues. You were no expert but you could hit a good shot now and again. Your mother used to recount tales of her hustler father. Maybe it was his blood that kept your hand steady.

The other girls played as a pair as you handed off to Wanda. She wore the cut of the Birch’s club and her dark lipstick was the same shade as the leather. You saw her now and again with the men. She smoked her cigarettes out front and watched the town with indifference.

Wanda took her shot and clicked her tongue as she scratched. You shook your head as Steve’s girl scrunched her nose at the table. You were even; three stripes and three solids. She went around the far corner and awkwardly positioned herself over the side. She reached back to tug down her short skirt, she was clearly uncomfortable in the revealing outfit.

She sunk her mark but her next stopped short of the pocket. She shook her head and apologized to Steve’s girl who assured her with a pat on the shoulder. You took the cue from Wanda and walked around the table. You walked back and wondered if you could sink two in one. It was a possible angle but could you hit it?

You tilted your head and sighed. You bent and brought your foot back as you squinted and carefully positioned the cue. You couldn’t decide whether you should try to spin it to the right or hit it straight on. You knew the power you needed but you couldn’t afford to hit a stripe.

You almost tapped the cue ball as you felt a warmth over you and suddenly a hard torso was against your back. You went rigid as Thor bent over you and put his hands over your as he adjusted your aim. His hot breath wrapped around your neck.

“Almost, kitten,” he pushed his crotch against your ass.

You pulled the cue back so that it hit his ribs and he grunted as his hands fell to the edge of the table. You took the shot and pushed out of his grasp. His hand dragged over your ass as he stood straight and touched his side with a wince.

“I got it.” You said as both balls rolled and dropped into opposite pockets.

He chuckled and bit his lip. It was almost a snarl as he watched you across the table and you sensed the bated breaths of the other women.

“I like a woman with a firm grip,” he winked, “And confidence.”

You looked back to the table as he loomed on the other side. You sunk the last solid and lined up for the eight ball. A straight, easy shot that even the most amateur could get. You ended the game and Wanda clapped as the other girls grumbled their congratulations.

“Best out of three?” Steve’s girl asked.

“I’m sorry to disappoint but I have to work early.” You leaned the cue on the table. “I showed up and now I’m done. It was fun, girls, but I’m gonna turn in.”

You smiled at each of them and your face fell as you passed them and went to grab your coat from the chair where it still hung. Thor was less than subtle as he followed you to the table and watched you zip up your coat over your chest. You slung your purse over your arm and pulled your hat on as you braced for the chill that awaited you.

“You shouldn’t walk alone.” Thor intoned.

“It’s a small town. I’m fine.” You spun away and again, he followed.

At the door, you turned back and crossed your arms. “Look, I can handle myself, buddy. Now leave me alone.”

“I’m just being nice.”

“You’re being a pest.”

“You love it.”

You huffed and closed your eyes to keep them from rolling back into your skull. You looked at him again and bit down on your words. “Do you ever give up?”

“On you, never.” He grinned.

“Well, be a good dog and stay.” You jabbed your finger in the air. “Stay!” You repeated as if he was a hyper dog. “Good.”

You quickly slipped through the door and booked it across the street. The door didn’t hit the frame but was instead caught as his boots scuffed out behind you. You peered back as you reached the other side and kept up your steady jog. He watched you but did not give chase.

“I’ll sniff you out one day, kitten,” he called out. “Pussy, pussy, pussy.”

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m4tthewmurd0ck · 2 years

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for @angrythingstarlight ♥️🍰🌻

it’s not wednesday but, i’m in a moodboard making mood 😂 being with the gorgeous man that is chubby baker bucky 🥰♥️ or alternatively, what i imagine your instagram feed would look like if you were dating him. you love to capture this beautiful man when he’s looking at or talking about his newest creation in the kitchen, and you’ll take any excuse to look at that smile ☺️ i imagine the top left photo is peach’s surprise for bucky on their first anniversary. he’s always baking for you, so maybe this time you want to try and surprise him. the writing is a little shaky because you were nervous, but then you make him close his eyes before putting it in front of him, and when he looks at the cake, he adores it 🥰

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #sebastian stan #bucky barnes #angrythingstarlight #🍰

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avengerscompound · 4 years

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Running to a Standstill - 3

Running to a Standstill: A Captain America Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count: 2219

Rating: E

Square filled: none

Warnings: canon typical violence

Synopsis: While on the run from an unknown organization trying to take your son, you meet two super-soldiers. While they try to help you get to the bottom of who is hunting you and your son, feelings come out and admissions are made that make your personal life even more tricky.

Chapter 3

You were starting to feel antsy. You’d been living in your small apartment in Bedstuy for much longer than you had stayed anywhere since you’d gone on the run. You were growing actual roots and it was starting to make your skin itch.

Being in a building owned by an Avenger had lulled you into some sort of sense of security. Clint was low key enough not to draw too much attention to the building while also adding the protection because of the fact he was an Avenger. You’d let that make you think you were safe. You’d made friends. There were kids that Geo played with. You had semi-regular jobs so you could actually buy furniture and other things that couldn’t just be shoved into your bag when you had to run. You’d started to think of it as your home.

That alone had been enough to make you antsy. You’d find yourself relaxing and forgetting that there were people trying to take your son from you and then it would suddenly hit you and you’d start double-checking there was no one there watching you.

Then Captain America got involved.

You worried that him just being around would attract looks from the wrong people. The fact that Steve was actively searching for the people looking for you made you worry that it would draw their attention and they’d find you like that worried you too.

It put you on edge and you felt torn. In the past, as soon as you felt like this you’d pack up and run. You didn’t ignore your gut feelings like that. The couple of times you had, you’d ended up nearly getting caught. You had a home now though and you were reluctant to leave it.

The other problem was, the longer you waited to run, the more reasons you found to stay and two of those big burly reasons were currently at your apartment trying to balance talking to you and playing with Geo at the same time while you were in the middle of an anxiety cleaning session.

Over the last month, they’d been around a lot. After your first date with Steve, he’d called and asked you out a few more times in much more casual settings. He always spoke to you about your ‘situation’ as he liked to call it, but it wasn’t just that. He told you about his friends. He asked you about yours. You each spoke about your childhoods. They felt like a mix between genuine dates and being questioned as a witness to a crime.

Bucky had come by a few times on the pretense of coming to see Clint or Natasha and wanting to check to see if you were okay. He brought you and Geo lunch another time saying he was in the area and he thought he’d check in on you. And another time he brought a little Stark Pad as a gift for Geo saying Stark had asked him to drop it off. He always spent a little time talking with you and you wondered if Steve had actually asked him to check that you hadn’t run and that there was no one watching you.

Whatever the case, they both became comfortable with just visiting after not too long, and you quite liked when they did. They were kind and funny and they understood what you were going through in a way most people didn’t. Geo liked them too and with all the running you’d been doing, he didn’t warm up to people easily. Even Clint and Natasha had made friends with him through Lucky initially.

You really liked them. Really, really. You could see that becoming more than just the slight crush you were harboring for each man if you let it - and god did you want to let it. Yet that desire made you feel anything but good. You had a tight knot of anxiety in your chest and you were jumping at every shadow, yet anytime you considered actually running, it made you feel sick.

“... and then he just turned into 100 birds and flew off,” Bucky said.

You’d been staring out the window and you slowly looked back at him as the words sunk in. “Huh?”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Bucky said. “I was asking if you wanted to order in.”

“Oh… uh… I probably should cook,” you said, looking back out the window.

“We can pay,” Bucky said, but your attention was back on the man who’d been standing in the entrance to the alley slightly down the street again.

Steve put down the Lego bricks he’d been adding to the structure he, Bucky, and Geo had been assembling and he got up. He came over to you and looked out the window, putting his hand on your hip to pull your attention back to him. It was quite an intimate gesture for Steve. Despite the fact you’d been sort of dating for a month now, neither of you had made any kind of move to make it at all physical. You hadn’t wanted to make a move because it was just one more push towards having a life here that you were unwilling to leave. Why Steve had kept his distance you weren’t sure. Part of you thought he was taking his lead off you, but there was also his confession about how he’d been carrying a torch for Bucky his whole life and maybe it was just that you still hadn’t cleared the Bucky level of minimum attraction he had admitted to. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

“I don’t know,” you said. “There’s been a van parked across the road all day. Not the same van, but always a van. And now that guy has just been standing in that alley for an hour.”

Bucky tensed and stood. “I’ll go check it out.”

Steve held out his hand for a second as he assessed the street. You don't know what he was looking at but he gave a small nod. Bucky stalked out the door with his jaw set and Steve looked back at you.

“How about you go get some things together. We’ll have a sleepover at the tower,” he said. His voice was far calmer and upbeat than the implications that the suggestion held.

You nodded and as you hurried off, there was a squealing of wheels from outside, followed by a gunshot. Your heart started hammering and you spun back around and nearly slammed back into Steve. He was holding Geo who had his Stark Pad clutched in his chubby little hands. “Okay,” Steve said in that same cheery, calm voice. “We're not going to pack. I assume you have a ‘go bag’?”

You didn't even answer, you just went to your closet and pulled it out from under a pile of blankets. It was a duffle bag and contained spare clothes, all your ID both real and fake, and rolled up wads of cash.

As you went out, Steve put his arm around you and began to escort you outside. “Just nice and calm. We’re going to take Nat’s car.”

“You have the keys?” You asked.

“Don't need them,” he answered, as you both entered the street.

It was empty now, and as you went around the side of the building you saw Clint sitting on the fire escape shirtless but with his bow out. “Bucky took after the van, Nat went for the guy,” he yelled down and dropped some keys as Steve passed under him.

Steve caught them easily and looked up at Clint. “Thanks,” he called up.

Natasha’s Chevrolet Stingray sat a little further up the ally and Steve pressed the button on the keys to unlock it.

“I thought you were going to break into it,” you said with a nervous laugh.

Steve chuckled as he opened the door for you. “I was going to.”

You looked around wildly. “I don’t have a seat for Geo.”

“It’s okay,” Steve said, putting Geo in your hands. “Just hold him on your lap. I’ll drive carefully. If a cop stops us, I’ll get them to escort us.”

You got into the car shaking and put the seatbelt on, holding Geo tightly. Steve started the car and started it. “Hey little guy,” Steve said, softly. “You think you can get the traffic lights to be green for us all the way?”

“Umm…” Geo hummed and the tablet in his hand began to flicker. You recognized what was happening. Your son was talking to the network that ran the traffic lights through the network connected to the tablet. The light on the street ahead turned green and as you passed through it, the one at the next intersection turned green too. All the way over the bridge and into the underground garage at the Avengers towers the lights changed to green before the car reached them. You got out of the car with Geo and Steve went and grabbed your bag. Geo looked up, his eyes wide and his mouth opened.

“Mommy,” he whispered. “She’s everywhere.”

“Who is?” You asked as you tried to see what he was seeing in this dark, underground parking lot.

Geo raised his hands in the air as you carried him to the elevator with Steve. “Is Fwiday,” he said.

“No, sweety. It’s Wednesday,” you answered as the elevator door opened and you and Steve got in.

Steve chuckled. “FRIDAY can you introduce yourself?”

“Of course, Captain Rogers,” a disembodied female voice replied. She had an Irish accent which surprised you almost as much as a random woman’s voice coming out of nowhere. “Good evening, ma’am. I’m FRIDAY, I’m the Artificial Intelligence system that runs both the tower and Mister Stark’s Suits.”

“Fwiday!” Geo said excitedly, bouncing in your arms.

“Hello Geo,” FRIDAY replied. “I’m so happy you are visiting.”

“You is nice, Fwiday,” Geo said and the elevator doors opened.

“Thank you, Geo. You are very nice too,” the AI replied.

“Oh man,” you said, putting Geo down. “I don’t think he’s ever been near an AI before.”

“I told you he’d like it here,” Steve said, putting his hand on your shoulder. “Get comfortable. We’ll have a sleepover. You’re going to be safe here.”

He put your bag down and went into the kitchen. “How about we order a bunch of comfort food to be delivered. Pizza, mac and cheese, fried chicken. I’ll make some popcorn.”

You looked around nervously. “You sure we’ll be safe?”

“I promise,” Steve said smiling. “Now, the two dark blue couches fold out. But you just need to press a button on the side of them. And there are blankets in a hidden cupboard on the wall.”

You looked around and Geo pointed at the door as the couches opened up on their own, you assumed because he’d asked them to.

You set up and made a food order together. You calmed down for a little while as you all sat eating popcorn together. Steve put his arm around you and you settled in against him feeling the closest to actual boyfriend and girlfriend you had yet. When the security guy brought the food back you panicked again.

“Where do you think Bucky is?” You asked.

“It’s fine,” Steve reassured you. “If there was a problem, FRIDAY would have told me.”

“You’re sure?” You asked.

“Yes, ma’am. Sergeant Barnes is currently on the way back to the Tower,” FRIDAY said.

You relaxed again. “Okay. Okay.”

Bucky arrived about twenty minutes later looking a little beaten up. “Man, they took me on a chase.”

“Did you catch them?” You asked as he hopped up on the fold-out bed beside you and grabbed himself a slice of pizza.

“Yeah, don’t worry. They’re being held,” Bucky said.

“By who?” You asked.

“Don’t worry,” Bucky said, rubbing your back. “The good guys.”

You let out a breath and leaned your head against his shoulder. “Thank you,” you whispered.

“Of course,” he said rubbing your back. “You’re with us now.”

It took a little while for you to relax again. Geo babbled happily to FRIDAY while Bucky ate and you all half-watched a movie. By the time he was asleep on the fold-out couch, you felt relaxed. Actually relaxed too. Not in the way you usually were where you kept checking out the window or squirreling away money in your go-bag for when you weren’t anymore. Not safe for now. Actually safe.

You drifted off to sleep between them quickly once that feeling of contentment hit you. Plates and containers of food were scattered around you. You woke again as Bucky started climbing off the couch. It was dark in the room except for the lights from things like the microwave and the power button on the tv. Steve was sleeping beside you, his arm draped over your waist.

“Where are you going?” You whispered.

He looked back at you and ran his hand down your arm. “To bed.”

“Stay…” You said, looking up at him.

“You sure?” He asked. “It’s pretty squashy on that bed.”

You nodded and grabbed his hand. “Please?”

He climbed back into the bed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling himself up close. It was warm and quiet between the two super soldiers and it wasn’t long before you were asleep.

// NEXT

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #stucky #steve rogers x bucky barnes #stucky x reader #steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes #captain america fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #running to a standstill

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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Werebeast Wednesday:

Hear me out, Curtis or Bucky as a feral Lycan on a rampage to find and claim their mate?

She in this little town dealing with a lackluster boyfriend when they come upon her.

Growly, growly ensues then the ‘Mine, all Mine’ trope and then duo lives happily ever after in his house in the middle of the woods/forest where he fills her with his pups.

He’s been isolated in the woods for a long time, maddened slightly by needing his mate and finding none

When he heads into town he sees his mate, and his his mate’s boyfriend who treats her like shit. He sees her crying and he reacts swiftly by taking her after he meets her one night while she’s in town visiting

“I only want to see your tears when your mouth or pussy is stretched by my cock.”

The following spring after winter sees the first of their offspring, their chubby faced baby is perfect in every way, and her boyfriend helps feed the garden in summer

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captaintoomanybattles · 11 months

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for wip wednesday perhaps some 'bucky romania'?

Sure thing! Thank you for the ask. :)

Irina has her face smushed into Bucky’s shoulder, chubby fists wrapped in his shirt as she continues to wail.

“I don’t care whether you believe me or not,” says Bucky, irritated. “Look, she just woke up and she hasn’t had a snack yet, could you just…” He trails off, realizing he was just about to ask a hostile vigilante to give him ten minutes to calm Irina down.

Civilian life has clearly destroyed his ability to react appropriately in a crisis.

#bucky barnes #wip ask game #my fic #cacw au #marvel #t'challa

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book-dragon-13 · 4 years

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HBC Hump Day Wednesday Masterlist

Daddy kink

TGIFF

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

#hbc hump day wednesday #hbc birthday week #sebastian stan #bucky barnes #hal carter #carter baizen #charles blackwood #destroyer!chris #frank #lance tucker #professor!bucky #mobster bucky #chubby bucky

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ofstarsandvibranium · 5 years

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Dough Boy

Fandom: Marvel x The Bronze (Cop AU - Sweet As Cinnamon Sugar Universe)

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky Barnes x Reader, Lance Tucker x Reader

As requested by anonymous: An angsty or fluffy Chubby!Bucky and Lance Tucker having a faceoff over who deserves reader fic

A/N: i’m literally taking any chance I get to write more for SACS universe loooool!

Becca had a growing interest for gymnastics. After she went with Jamie to her gymnastics class, she wanted to take part in it as well. Bucky signed her up, of course. He could see the desire to learn in his daughter’s eyes, plus he really could never say no to Becca. He was her world.

It’s been a month of her doing gymnastics and she’s loved it. Every time you came over, she’d show you her tumbles and growing flexibility. You could see the proud glint in Bucky’s eyes every time she improved on a new skill.

“Y/N, can you come with me to my next class? I wanna show you how good I am!”

You chuckled at the twelve year old’s excitement, “Sure, Bec. When’s your next class?”

“6pm on Wednesday.”

You mentally went through your work scheduled and smiled, “Great! I happen to be free that day!”

“Yay! I can’t wait to show you everything! There’s a foam pit that we get to go in for free time. Miss May says we’re starting to learn flips, but I already know how to do one,” she said with a proud smirk.

You smiled back at the young girl, “Can’t wait to see you in your element, Becca.”

Wednesday was here and you, Bucky, and Becca walked into the gym, Becca in-between you and Bucky, excitedly jumping. She was already dressed in her leotard. Her brunette hair up in a tight bun.

“Becca!” Jamie’s high pitched voice rang through the gym lobby. She ran over to her cousin and hugged her. When the two broke apart, Jamie waved at you and Bucky, “Hi Uncle Bucky! Hi Y/N! Look!” she held up a fake gold medal that hung around her neck, “I got a gold medal for best tumble!”

You knelt down to be eye level with little Jamie, “That’s amazing, sweetheart! You’re on your way to be a true Olympian now!”

“Holy hell!” your head shot up at the sound of someone yelling. You stand up and eyes meet all too familiar blue ones.

“Tucker,” you sneered. Your clear distaste for the man seemed to amuse him as a big smirk appeared on his face and he sauntered over to you.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? Y/N L/N it’s good to see you.” Lance Tucker, gold medal Olympian stood before you, donning a red, white, and blue tracksuit, sunglasses hanging from the collar of his shirt.

“Wish I could say the same about you, Tucker. Now,” you crossed your arms over your chest, “What’re you doing here?”

“Scouting. What about you? One of these rugrats yours?” he gestures to Jamie and Becca who both frown at the term thrown their way.

“No. Becca is Bucky’s daughter and Jamie is Peggy’s daughter,” You point to each child and their respective parent.

“So why’re you here, then? Heard the Tuck was in town and wanted a little taste of nostalgia?”

“Sorry, how do you two know each other?” Peggy asked with an evident look of repulsion on her face.

“We, unfortunately, dated a long time ago. A waste of my time, honestly.” your eyes narrowed at the man.

Lance stepped forward, hand on your hip, “C’mon, baby, we had some good times.”

That was when Bucky decided to step in. He pushed Lance’s hand off you and stood in-between the two of you, “Alright. I’d appreciate it if you kept your hands off my girlfriend!”

Lance stumbled back in surprise and then guffawed, “Girl-Girlfriend? She’s your girlfriend?!” he clutched his stomach as he laughed, “Oh that is hilarious!” he turned his head towards you, “You’re seriously dating this dough boy, Y/N? I never thought you’d downgrade so much!”

You moved to give him a talking to, but Becca stepped in, “Hey! That’s my dad you’re talking about! And he’s so much better than your bastard ass!”

“Becca!” you, Bucky, and Peggy cried out in surprise and in a scolding tone. Jamie just simply giggled because her cousin said bad words.

Every one of you glared at Lance, who seemed like he was having the time of his life right now. Becca’s right. He is a bastard ass.

You pulled Becca towards you, “C’mon, Bec, your class is starting soon.” you shot one last dirty look at Lance before guiding Becca into the gym, your voice carrying off as you told her that cussing isn’t allowed, even if what she said was true.

Peggy glared one last time at Lance before hugging Bucky and saying her good-byes, Jamie following suit.

That left Lance and Bucky alone.

Lance stood there looking as confident and douchey as he could be. His eyes wandering up and down Bucky, sizing him up. He shook his head, “Can’t believe she’s settling with the likes of you, dough boy. I mean-” he laughs, “You’re just-”

“I’d like to inform you that I’m a Sergeant at NYPD. I’ve been working as a cop for years. I know how to hide a body so well that no one would be able to find you until you’re all bones. Sure, Y/N downgraded. I know, but I think personality wise, she hit the jackpot with me ‘cause, buddy, you reek of grade A asshole.”

Lance scoffed, “Please, a beauty like Y/N doesn’t deserve to be with someone like you, pal.”

“Oh, I know. Trust me, I’m well aware of that. And I’m fucking grateful to wake up every day with her in my arms knowing that she loves me for who I am. In a way, I’m kinda grateful that she had to deal with your shit, ‘cause if it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t be together. So thanks,” Bucky puts a hand on Lance’s shoulder, “pal.”

“I’ve done shit I regret, yeah, but hurting Y/N was one of the worst things I’ve ever done! And now that I see her here with you, I think I have a chance of getting her back.” Lance straightens up, his face gleaming with mischief and cockiness.

“Highly unlikely, Tucker,” you say as you march over to the two, your hand slipping into Bucky’s, “I love Bucky and he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You ain’t got jack shit compared to him and that includes the sex,” you say with a smirk.

Lance scoffed, eyeing your hand intertwined with Bucky’s, “Fine. Whatever. But once you get tired of dough boy or he dies of some sorta heart attack, don’t come crying back to me!” he pulls his sunglasses off his shirt and sticks them onto his face as he marches out of the lobby and out the glass doors of the gym.

Once he was gone, you and Bucky let out a breath of relief, “Geez,” you rubbed your forehead, “Still can’t believe I dated him for two years. Two. Years!” you rest your head against his arm, “I’m sorry about him and whatever shit he said to you while I went with Becca.”

“It’s really okay, sugar.”

“No, it’s not. Bucky-”

“Hey,” he moved so that he stood in front of you, his hands cupping your face, “Because of you, I’ve learned to not care about what other people think of me or say to me or say about me. Because of you, I’ve grown to love my dough boy self. And I’m thankful that you suffered through that relationship with him because it lead you to me. It sucks what you’ve been through, what both of us have been through. But, I think that it was meant to bring us together.”

“I love you, Sarge.”

“I love you too, sugar, even when you got a lil’ bit of bitterness to ya,” he says with a chuckle.

“Ugh. That man brings it outta me. I’m sorry.”

Bucky shook his head, “Don’t be. I like this fierce side of you. It’s...sexy.”

You smirk at your man, “Sexy, huh? Well, Sarge, we got two hours two ourselves while Becca’s in her class. Got something in mind to pass the time?”

A grin appeared on Bucky’s face as he said, “I got a few,” and he practically dragged you out of the building.

#bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #chubby!bucky #marvel #cop au #sweet as cinnamon sugar

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ao3feed-buckybarnes · 4 years

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Life Is Sweet As Dessert With You In It (Mafia!Chubby!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Reader)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2xgTsaA

by hailmary_yramliah

James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes, also known as ‘The Brute’, runs this city, meaning that you’re already his to begin with. But what happens when he takes an interest in you after visiting your bakery? You know who he is and what he does but will his convincing that he’s falling hard and fast for you be enough to give in?

Updates are every Monday and Wednesday!

Words: 1157, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes & Reader

Additional Tags: Mafia Bucky, baker reader, chubby bucky

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2xgTsaA

#bucky #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bucky barnes #james barnes #the winter soldier #james barnes

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bbbb-barnes · 6 years

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Look After You - Bucky Barnes X Reader [3]

Summery; Bucky Barnes discovers his sister is still alive and finds comfort in the endearing nurse that cares for his dying sibling

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Word count; 4336 (long one oops)

Warnings: Blood (In the first italicised part) angst and swearing.

I’m loving writing this so if you’re enjoying it please let me know, if you want to be tagged i’ll add you my requests are also open. Enjoy!!!

June 6th, 1941

The early evening orange sunset painted the whole makeshift army base in a decadent amber hue, various soldiers milled about, jostling with each other, playing cards and swapping pictures of their dames, cigarettes hanging out of their mouths as they did so. The air smelled of gunpowder and sweat and the atmosphere was relaxed, Bucky kicked his legs up and rested them on the upturned crate in front of him crossing his arms behind his head turning his face towards the setting sun, enjoying the warm feeling as it danced across his skin, he let his eyes lazily fall close as he concentrated on the Vera Lynn song crackling through the old radio nearby, he let himself relax like this for a while, it was a rare peaceful moment amid the chaos of war. A large figure heavily stomped in front of him, blocking the sun from his face and making him frown. The robust man in question gruffly cleared his throat and Bucky’s eyes flitted open. “Sargent Barnes, some mail has arrived for you” The soldier saluted with one hand and the other clutched a white envelope. Bucky waved him away signalling him to stand to attention, he did as he was told. “Thank you, Meyers” Bucky took the letter off him and gave him a quick salute, after returning the gesture Meyers stomped away. Bucky sat up and rested his elbows on his knees studying the letter, he knew straight away it was from Rebecca the slightly childlike writing was a dead giveaway and caused his face to break into a grin. These were the only letters he paid any mind to, he received many from different dames he had spent spontaneous nights with in various cities and countries in a pathetic bid to combat the loneliness of war, he always left them with promises to write back but he never did, he didn’t even open their letters. He shook those thoughts from his head and ripped open the letter, nostalgia and homesickness punching him in the gut as he saw his sisters familiar scrawl.

Dearest Bucky,

I miss you very much, Brooklyn is not the same without you. News of your death has reached the town and mama is very upset, she doesn’t get out of bed anymore, not even to take me to school or answer the postman and all we ever do is cry cry cry cry cry and cry. Why have you left us Bucky? I can’t do this on my own. We need you here. I told you not to go. Why have you left me?

Suddenly thick, deep red blotches fell on to the letter with a loud, wet slapping sound blurring the ink, Bucky sobbed in shock horror, choking and gasping as the blood coated his hands, falling from his head, sliding down his face and mixing with the tears as the liquid deteriorated the letter into nothing, until he was holding on to nothing, until there was nothing. Red everywhere, blood everywhere. He screamed but no sound came up, he screamed for his mama, he screamed for his home, his eyes were heavy, and he was so tired he just wanted to go home, and he screamed for his sister, for Becca. He never got to say goodbye.

You jumped up with a start, hands scrambling over your bedspread trying to ground yourself. Your hair was stuck to your forehead with sticky sweat and your breathing was sporadic and heavy. Just a dream, it was just a dream. You sat in your mess of blankets letting yourself calm down for a few seconds. You couldn’t shake the dream, it was so vivid and so real. You rubbed your face, which was stiff with dried tears, you had been crying. You let out a sad sigh and your heart ached for Rebecca and for Bucky, for a situation that you yourself didn’t fully understand but knew you had a role to play in bringing these two people back together, you were in too deep, but you didn’t care. You grabbed your phone which you had carelessly thrown on the bedside table to check the time, 7:28am two minutes before your scheduled alarm, you pulled yourself from the warm cocoon that was your bed and padded barefoot across the wood floor of your bedroom, your bare feet arched slightly as they came into contact of the cold kitchen tiles, you grabbed Rufus’s food from the side and shook it before pouring it messily into his blue food bowl. You flicked the kettle on and leaned against the kitchen sideboard waiting for it to boil and absentmindedly looking out of the window that overlooked the grey, rainy New York morning, your mind wandered to Rebecca, as it often did these days and you mentally reminded yourself to call and check in later. Your stomach dropped as your eyes fell on the eyesore that was Avengers HQ and the reality of the day ahead hit you full force, the nightmare had distracted you for a while and you didn’t know which thought process you preferred.

After you gulped a large, scalding cup of coffee down, took a quick shower and blow dried your hair in to lose waves you stood in front of your open wardrobe with your hands on your hips, towel wrapped tightly around your body as your freshly dried hair flowed down your back. You needed to look like you had your shit together, you had to look like you had enough money to invest in Stark industries when in actual fact you had to live off instant noodles for the past week while you waited for your pay check to come through. You pulled a black long sleeve blouse out of the wreckage before surveying in and throwing it on to a discarded pile in the corner of the room, you did this with a few items of clothing before getting frustrated and flopping down on the bed with a sigh. That’s when you saw the skin tight, high waisted, knee length pencil skirt, pushing all of your insecure thoughts to the back of your head you slipped it on with a flowing white blouse tucked in, against your better judgement you unbuttoned the top two buttons, letting a slight bit of cleavage show, you slipped on some black stilettos and decided to put some make up on, you needed to look like you came from money, not from 4 hours sleep. After you were finished you looked in the mirror, the makeup helped you look less dead, your eyelashes were curled to perfection and before you could second guess yourself you smeared some red lipstick on and took a step back from the floor length mirror that hung on the back of your bedroom door. You felt sexy, you felt dangerous, you felt like you could take on the world never mind Tony fucking Stark. You savoured this feeling, it was rare, but you liked it.

“What do you think, Rufus?” You asked opening your bedroom door dramatically and strutting out, your heels clicking against the hard wood floor, catching the attention of the chubby cat who looked up at you bewildered, he wasn’t used to seeing you like this either it seemed. You grabbed your bag, an umbrella and your white name badge, clipping it on to your blouse. You had toyed with the idea of using a fake name but that was after 2 glasses of wine on a Wednesday evening and you quickly discarded that idea come Thursday morning.

The 5 minute walk to the tower was spent with you running through your carefully constructed (you thought of it last night) idea in your head. Clock the ladies’ bathroom as soon as you enter and when you were far enough away you would ask to use the bathroom, head in the general direction and when nobody is around to stop you, make a break and find Steve Rogers. Simple. Easy. Your confident persona was starting to slip as you strode down the wet pavement, you rounded a corner and audibly gulped. There it was, in all its shiny, expensive lavish glory. You stopped for a second, taking it all in scanning the entrance where two beefy security guards stood eyes darting around the various people milling around the entrance. After a deep breath and a mental pep talk you held your head high and walked straight up to building, pushing the heavy, glass doors and stepping into the warm reception area. Whoever said confidence works was right, the security guards didn’t even give you a second glance. Inside was it was sparkling clean, marble floors, glass walls, a sweeping staircase took up one side of the room and various lavish couches were dotted around, a few men in suits occupied them and a huge marble curved desk with a large obnoxious A emblazoned on the front took up the whole back wall, you checked your watch 9:26am, 4 minutes early. You walked up to the front desk, heels clicking on the marble floor catching the attention of the receptionist and notifying her of your arrival, she was a young, pretty girl with dark hair pulled into a high pony tail. It looked like it was giving the poor girl a headache. She gave you a wide smile showing off pearly white teeth.

“Hi! How can I help you?” She chirped, bright eyes giving you a quick once over. You smiled back at her “I’m here to see Tony Stark, for the investors tour” you replied coolly tapping your name badge, her eyes followed, and she read your name and quickly started typing with her brows furrowed.

“Mr Stark is running a little late, he’ll be here in a few moments if you’d like to take a seat” she pointed a perfectly manicured finger over to a plush leather sofa. You nodded silently at the young woman you walked swiftly over to the seating area and sank into the leather, trying to find a way to sit without looking awkward, you settled with crossing your legs over each other and practising your poker face trying your hardest to not look overwhelmed.

“Rich and beautiful, a lady after my own heart” The sound of an obnoxious male voice bellowed through the reception and you snapped your head towards it. Dissenting the large staircase with incredible grace and confidence was Tony Stark. Head to toe in a pristine suit, tinted glasses were perched on his nose, his hair groomed to perfection. He had his arms outstretched towards you as he approached and you stood up quickly, smoothing down your skirt and plastering on a wide, incredibly fake smile. You saw him give you a long once over, not trying to hide it, you had to visibly stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Good morning, Mr Stark” you greeted, pulling his attention back to your face, you gave him a sickly sweet smile.

“Good Morning, Y/N” he greeted back, squinting slightly to look at the name badge you had been provided in the letter confirming your place, he extended a ring clad hand and you took it, shaking his hand swiftly, without saying anything else he began to stride ahead, climbing the stairs he just came from, gesturing you to follow. Your brow furrowed in confusion, you were supposed to be in a group. You hurried behind him, heels clicking on the floor as you struggled to keep up with his long strides.

“Um, Mr Stark, where is the rest of the group?” you asked as you finally reached his side, climbing the last few steps and trying not to seem as out of breath as you were. He stopped at the top and turned to look at you.

“As much as I love the sound of Mr Stark coming from your mouth please, call me Tony, and change of plans it’s a one on one tour now, my favourite kind.” He said that last part with a wink and carried on walking down the very overwhelming hall ways. Shit shit shit, you suddenly felt sick, this wasn’t going to work one on one. This wasn’t part of the plan. Your eyes darted around nervously as you walked and you were aware that you were surrounded by high tech machinery, lab equipment, weapons and vehicles, you tried not to look like a child as you ogled at your surroundings all concealed by tall glass windows, your heels clicked loudly as you followed behind Tony. He led you into a large office, which homed a large, shiny oak desk, a full bookcase and a full glass wall, looking out over New York. He settled in the large office chair behind the desk and gestured for you to sit opposite him. You smiled and perched on the edge of the seat as you crossed your legs. Without taking his eyes off you he retrieved a intricate, crystal bottle of what you assumed was Whisky. He poured two, expensive looking whisky glasses and pushed one over to you with a wicked grin. You kept your eyes trained on him as you threw it back, it burned like a bitch, but your head was swimming and you needed to think of a plan, it all felt too real now, your chest felt tight and your hands were clammy.

“Rich, beautiful, not much of a talker and you drink whisky. Marry me?” He teased before sinking his glass and refilling them both, you drank it in one mouthful again, just because you didn’t know how to reply, you smiled at him expectantly, willing him to get to the point.

“So, lets cut the bullshit. Everybody knows what’s in here, a quick google search will do that for you” he paused to sip his drink and you raised your eyebrows at his confidence. “You don’t need a tour and you want to invest, who wouldn’t?” He asked, taking another tentative sip and leaning back in his chair, if you weren’t so nervous you’d be impressed.

“I think you’re going to have to do better than that Mr Stark. I want to see where my money’s going” you clasped your clammy hands together in your lap and he filled your glass again.

“You see where its going every day sweetheart, you see how much profit is in these walls just by walking past, I’m a busy man I don’t have time to show you everything” he refilled his own and held It up to you, he was insanely relaxed, you sipped your drink this time, attempting not to wince at the burn.

“If you think getting me drunk is going to help your cause, you’re wrong” you stated flatly, trying to buy some time. He threw his head back and laughed, loud and obnoxious.

“Worth a try” He chuckled, finishing off his drink and stretching his arms behind his head, looking at you over the top of his glasses.

“Can I use your bathroom?” you blurted out, at a loss for things to say and needing to pull yourself together. He sighed and sat up straighter.

“Just down that hall way, then take a left” he pointed in the direction of the east corridor and you stood up quickly, feeling a little light headed, hoping he didn’t see your slight stumble you hurried out of the room and down the looming corridors heading in the direction he pointed. You took the left but strode straight passed the bathroom, seeing an elevator at the end of the corridor you hurried into it, there were too many buttons and none of them made much sense, so you jammed a few hoping they would take you were you need to go. The elevator dropped quickly, and you gripped the hand rail for balance, it stopped abruptly and opened up into a dingy, large garage filled with various shiny sports cars, you figured you wouldn’t find Steve here, so you pressed another random button and the elevator jolted to life and shot upwards. The pristine steel doors shot open on to what seemed like a communal living area, the place seemed slightly lived in cushions askew on the large sofa, a sweater was thrown over the side, the large TV was on playing a movie you didn’t recognise, the place opened up with a lot of natural light and had a large kitchen in the corner with all the gadgets you could name, this place was nice. You stepped out and the elevator zoomed away again, you suddenly felt very uncomfortable like you were in somebody’s personal space. Despite everything in your head telling you to flee this place, you softly walked down the corridor connected to the large communal area. There were multiple closed doors lining the carpeted hall way, the doors were numbered and had high tech looking locks on them. You reached the end of the corridor and stopped at a large, glass wall that loomed over a huge gym, this seemed like a very high tech facility. Your eyes scanned the floor and did a double take when you noticed a figure in the corner you didn’t see upon first inspection, you put your hands either side of the glass to get a better look at the tall, hunched over figure sat on the bench in the corner of the gym, he had his hands clasped together and dark, long hair covered his face, in a instant his face snapped up and his icy blue eyes met yours, you audibly gasped and stepped back quickly, his eyes made your blood run cold, you knew those eyes, you had seen them before. His face was emotionless and he was just staring into your eyes and you couldn’t pull your eyes away from his, you felt grounded to him In this moment, and nothing else seemed to matter and you don’t know how long you stood there staring at him, staring at Bucky Barnes.

“So how exactly did you acquire your fortune again?” a hard voice came from behind you and you yelped in shock spinning around and pressing your back against the glass wall, looking at you visibly irritated was Tony Stark.

“My parents?” you tried with a small smile, but you knew you had been caught, he raised his eyebrows at you and snatched the tinted glasses off his nose with a large sigh, he started walking and gestured for you to follow, you quickly obliged. He led you to the communal area and pointed at the sofa, you sat down timidly, he loomed over you.

“Okay kid, just so you’re aware this place is heavily armed, try anymore funny business and I can obliterate you in two seconds” he started in a warning tone and you visibly cringed, he continued without waiting for an answer.

“You couldn’t stop your slack jaw from falling when you saw the most basic tech, you winced when drinking expensive whisky, which went straight to your head, you’re nervous as hell and you’ve gone walk about in my tower. So, unless you have a really good excuse you need to leave, like now.” He stepped closer to you, so he was literally leaning over you, giving you a hard stare with a quirked brow almost begging you to question him so he could use all the weapons he’d been boasting about.

“I need to see Steve Rogers” you blurted out and he looked visibly unimpressed, pinching his nose with his thumb and forefinger, shit you couldn’t think of anything better to say.

“We’re just letting crazy fangirls in now, right get out” he stepped back and gestured towards the door, you stood up and took a step towards him, a pleading look in your eye.

“Please, its about Bucky, its important” You looked into his brown eyes and he scoffed at you.

“Barnes, really? leave now” He grabbed his phone and put it to his ear, tapping his foot. In a fit of confidence you pushed his phone out of his hands, you weren’t getting this chance again and if you couldn’t say you did everything you could then you couldn’t live with yourself, he looked at you like you had just fucking shot him.

“Did you really just- “he started to shout but you cut him off.

“Look I need to talk to Bucky or Steve okay, its serious it’s about Bucky’s sister it about Rebecca, she’s alive but probably not for much longer, I shouldn’t have come in here like this and I’m sorry but I’ve tried everything else and I don’t know what to do but I promised I would help her so PLEASE” you gushed, squaring up to him, you felt a lump form in your throat because you had gotten this far, he couldn’t turn you away now, he looked bewildered but before he could speak, a heavy set blonde man you had only ever seen in pictures emerged from the corridor, he planted himself in between you and tony and looked down at you with intense blue eyes.

“Becca’s alive?” he asked firmly, and you just nodded violently.

You threw the pictures down on the table, one you had printed of you and Becca last thanksgiving, old pictures of Bucky and his family and letters from Bucky to Rebecca. You were sat around the large table in the kitchen area with Steve and Tony. You had apologised to Tony, but he still seemed wary of you, staring at you through yellow tinted lenses constantly. Steve just looked through the papers you had given him with his brows furrowed.

“I promise you, I’m telling the truth” you had blurted out your story when Steve told you that you had five minutes to explain yourself and you jumped into the story, assuring them you had proof too. Tony looked to Steve with apprehension who looked up from the letters and sighed.

“This all checks out, what can I do?” he asked, eyes on you and you felt your shoulder sag with pure relief.

“Well, she’d love to see him, to see both of you. I just didn’t know with um Mr Barnes’ situation” you trailed off awkwardly not knowing how to refer to it. Tony laughed, Steve cringed. Steve raked a hand through his short hair and thought for a few moments.

“We could just bring her in here we have top of the range medical facilities, it makes sense” Tony announced, he sounded bored as he leaned back in the kitchen chair, the thought made your heart drop.

“No, that’s not a good idea, I’ve been caring for her for years, you want to take a dementia patient out of her home a shove her in a sterile facility where she doesn’t know anybody? its cruel” you protested quickly, the thought dawned on you that these two men could override your decision in a heartbeat, it scared you. Tony narrowed his eyes at you, opening his mouth to defend himself before Steve quickly interrupted.

“You’re right, let’s set up a meeting, ill come with him and you’ll be there too. If anything goes wrong I can control Bucky, if you can handle Rebecca” his face was sombre, this was probably a hard situation for him too you realised. You nodded and felt a weight lift off your shoulders, you weren’t sure how the meeting would go, but you did all you could possibly do to help, and you felt accomplished at that thought

“Thank you, Mr Rogers she… she never got to say goodbye and it kills her, this means the world” you thanked him sincerely and his eyes softened a little.

“Please, It’s Steve and you really care about her huh?” he asked with a small smile as his eyes fell onto the old picture of Bucky and Rebecca, outside their childhood home.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t” You answered honestly.

“So, you’re a nurse?” Tony asked disbelieving still staring at you, you broke into a grin without thinking and his mouth quirked a little at you. “No, don’t make me smile I’m still mad at you” he announced pointing at you before getting up and leaving. “I’m sure I’ll see you around, Florence Nightingale” he called over his shoulder as he stepped into the elevator, he sent you a wink before he zoomed off and Steve breathed out a laugh.

“Sorry about that” he apologised slightly awkwardly, hands fiddling with the pictures.

“Don’t be, I’m the one that lied my way in here” you laughed slightly, and he joined in as you stretched your arms. It had been a long day.

“Tomorrow” Steve said abruptly, before you could question anything he continued “Buck’s had a few good days, ill talk to him about all this and if he’s up for it, we’ll stop by tomorrow is that okay?” he looked a little nervous at the thought and to be honest so were you, you wanted it to go well but they were both very unreliable, unpredictable people.

“Tomorrow is good, we’ll see how it goes” you reassured, and he nodded satisfied with your answer.

After scribbling your number down for Steve, insisting he keep the photo’s you brought and a slightly awkward hug, you clicked out of the building, stopping to give Tony an overenthusiastic wave when you saw him on the way out, which he returned with a middle finger. It was warmer out and you walked home slowly, you couldn’t help but feel enthusiastic about tomorrow, you called up Becca on the way home, who seemed confused so you didn’t mention Bucky but you felt better for talking to her, after saying your goodbyes you rounded the corner to your apartment block, you realised two things, you needed more friends your age, and you were going to meet Bucky Barnes tomorrow and of all the things you should think of him, all the preconceived notions you should have, all you could think about was him and how excited you felt about seeing him again.

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This little light of mine: (Not a Request)

Author’s Note: I did this base of a Daddy!Wednesday prompt I sent in to bucky-plums-barnes because I wanted some Daddy!Bucky feels!!

Note: Fears, fluff mostly ^^

Pairing: Reader x Bucky; Dad!Bucky x Aurora (Platonic)

Words: 1400

Bucky’s heart is racing so fast he could feel it in the balls of his feet. It has been that way since the moment his wife of two years had told him that she was pregnant. His entire world had just stopped, because it wasn’t that he didn’t want this child it was the fact that he was utterly terrified. “(Y/N), are you serious?” He questioned, feeling sweat bead onto his skin causing his palms to be clammy. “Yes, I went to the doctor’s because I was feeling sick and they told me I was pregnant! Are you not happy with that?” She frowned softly. “No! No, no I’m ecstatic.” He said before swallowing. “It’s just… what if..” He trailed off unsure of how to word it. “We’ll get through this together.” She whispered, cupping his face.

Now Bucky was currently sitting in one of the waiting room chairs with the others at his side. His metal hand had broken the chair’s arm and Tony sighed, telling the nurse he’d pay for the damage. “Buck, it’ll be okay.” Steve spoke in a calm voice that he used whenever Bucky would have an attack. “I… I’m worried.” Bucky’s voice was trembling as emotions swirled through his eyes with unshed tears. “That’s okay too Bucky. It’s worrisome, but (Y/N) is okay. You’re going to be a Father. You’re going to be an amazing father.” He whispered softly as Bucky nods before swallowing thickly. He slowly ran his flesh fingers through his hair as he bit his lip when the doctor came in.

Bucky was out of that chair so fast it almost went through the wall as everyone stood behind him. “How-How is she?” He asked, feeling like his legs were going to give out at any moment. “She’s doing just fine. Everything went wonderful. You can go see her and your baby.” The doctor led them down the hall as Bucky held tightly to Steve’s wrist while practically dragging him to the room. Bucky froze, seeing (Y/N) sitting up in the bed with a small pink bundle wrapped up in her arms. Bucky’s breath caught in his throat as he stepped through the threshold when (Y/N) looked up, hair a little ruffled but nothing too bad. She held a tired smile as Bucky offered her one in response.

“She’s beautiful.” Steve comments, rubbing his wrist when Bucky finally let go of his death grip on Steve. “She is.” (Y/N) agreed as Steve gently pushed Bucky forward. “Would you like to hold our little girl?” She asked as Bucky looked down to his little girl’s chubby face. She was only about five pounds and only about fifteen inches with her hat almost covering her face. Bucky’s vision was blurred from the thought that this little bundle was his and no one else’s. “Bucky?” She asked as he looked up to (Y/N) finally who shifted to offer out the baby. “Do you want to hold her?” She asked again as he stepped back causing her eyes to soften. Bucky looked utterly terrified to touch his little baby girl.

Steve made Bucky sit down in the chair by the bed before slowly picking up the small child as Bucky jerked in his place as if ready to move if she were to fall. “Here.” Steve spoke softly before he slowly slide her into his arm. Bucky stopped moving almost instantly as he looked down to this small baby who laid nestled inside a heap of blanket. Bucky's scared, because this tiny life was placed into his arms. This tiny life that he'd helped to create. He's terrified of messing up. After everything he's gone through. He wants nothing more than to have good come out of this. That's when her little hand wrap around the finger he uses to slowly caress her face.

He's afraid that if he uses anymore contact he might harm her, but all of that disappears the moment that little smile spread across her face. He knows he did something right. He can’t help but smile back, because this little light was his to protect. “You are so perfect.” He whispered to her as she nuzzled into the touch when he blinked away the tears. (Y/N) smiled taking Steve’s hand as she watches what use to be the Winter Soldier fawn over his daughter. “I love you so much already.” He whispered, placing a kiss onto her cheek as she shifted before her eyes slowly fluttered open. “Hey there little Winifred. I know you know Daddy’s voice.” He whispered when her smile grew.

(Y/N) tears up, covering her mouth as everyone watched the sight in front of them. “Yes, yes she does.” Steve whispers as Sam walks up. “Well congrats Dad.” Sam grins. Bucky chuckles softly never taking his eyes off her, because she was by far the most precious thing he’s ever held. That’s when the nurse came in a little bit later, smiling to everyone. “Hey, I’m gonna take the baby down to put her in the nursery so that Momma here can rest.” She laughs softly before walking over to Bucky who looked to her. He looked back down to his daughter with an expression that said he didn’t want to let her go. “Um, sir? May I please take the baby?” She asked.

Bucky tried not to let his protective side come out as (Y/N) holds back a fit of laughter at his pout-like face. As much as he didn’t want to give her up he knew that he had to which causes him to sigh softly before he slowly hands the small life up to the nurse. He moved so carefully as if his baby girl was made from glass when the nurse finally took her. She nods to them both before she walks outside as Bucky leans in his chair forward, watching her leave. “Steve.” He said when Steve sighed before he walked out of the room. “Where is he going?” Sam asked, quirking an eyebrow. “To follow the nurse.” Natasha said, smirking from Bucky to (Y/N) who chuckled softly.

“She won’t hurt the baby Bucky.” (Y/N) said as Bucky nods. “You’re right. Steve won’t let her fall.” Bucky states when (Y/N) laughs. “I’m guessing you love her.” She whispered before Bucky smiles. “More than anything.” He whispered as she grins softly. “And to think about two days ago you were so worried about being a good Dad to her.” Sam comments. “And that little girl was wrapped around your metal finger.” Tony grins as Bucky’s face flushes gently. “You’ll be a good dad, you know why?” Natasha asked as he looked at her. “You have seventy years of love to give to not only (Y/N), but no her as well.” Natasha smiled causing Bucky to smile back.

A few minutes later Steve returned back as they looked to him. “She’s fine. Well she actually wasn’t fine the moment the nurse started walking down the hall away from her Dad.” He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Must remember my voice too, because she looked at me and just grinned.” Steve smiled like a dork. “Guess you and Sharon will need to start popping babies soon.” (Y/N) said as Steve’s entire face lit up. “Y-Yeah… I mean maybe some day.” He mumbled as everyone started laughing. “Come on, we should let (Y/N) rest.” Bucky looks to (Y/N) who smiles tiredly. He leans over and presses a kiss to her lips. “I’ll be back tomorrow morning.” He whispered as she nods, smiling softly.

After everyone walked out and (Y/N) was now laying down to rest Bucky walked over to the nursery as everyone followed him. “There she is.” Steve pointed to the small little Winnie in between two young boys. “There’s my little light.” Bucky whispered while everyone surrounded him, smiling. Bucky slowly placed his metal hand up onto the glass when Winnie shifted her hand and placed it onto the plastic siding. It was hard to imagine himself standing here with a normal life after everything that had happened to him. It was hard to imagine that he use to be the Winter Soldier and assassin with no remorse for those he had slaughtered. However, now that he’s here… He wouldn’t want it any other way.

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