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FREAK LIKE ME- J.B BARNES
Pairing: Boyfriend! Bucky x Female! Reader
Word Count: 690
Summary: bucky wants to try something new in the bedroom, wanting to film you so he can watch it during his long missions away from you. lights camera, action…
Warnings: fingering, overstim, smut implied, petnames, swearing, bucky licks ur cum off his fingers 0_0, daddy kink, subspace, pornography, praise kink
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Most Wanted (5/8)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Words: 5k
Summary: The life you dreamed of wasn’t the one you lived. Day in and day out you tried to change the outcome, but somehow you always ended up right where you began. Fed up with it all, you wished upon a star and was granted with Bucky Barnes, and it wouldn’t take you long to realize that whatever mess you were about to get tangled up in, it would change your life entirely. (Disney’s Tangled/Modern!AU)
Warning(s): fun, fluff, banter, fluffy!Bucky, fluffy!reader, someone catching feels?
A/N: written for my darling, @ciarawritesmarvel. This chapter is quite informative, and hopefully gives you guys a few answers to your questions, so be aware of the info ;) ! I love you all, I hope you love this chapter! Also, gosh, don’t kill me with the length of this, but that gif tho? Disclaimer: gif credit goes to its rightful owner!
| Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Most Wanted - Masterlist | Masterlist |
Times, where Bucky wanted to scowl at Sam for interrupting him, were more common than any average person could come to guess.
This time was no different, and initially, Bucky hadn’t even heard his friend call his name as he found himself too preoccupied with exploring the smallest fractions of details outlining themselves in your eyes as you looked at him. Your head rested comfortably against his shoulder as your lips formed a tender smile, and Bucky was merely left to fall under the enchantment.
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Peach Scone - The Surprise (5/6)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: In where Bucky has it so bad for you, he cannot find the words to confess his feelings. After an entire year of failed attempts, plus a declaration of love for scones, he decides it’s about time the words come out of his mouth. Only Bucky knows himself and is certain it’s gonna be one hell of a challenge.
Words: 4,055
Warning(s): fluff, this one’s way softer than the others, Bucky is a love-struck fool but with a tiny twist because he thinks he’s a genius,
A/N: Bucky tries a new approach in this chapter! I hope you enjoy! second to last chapter!!
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Bucky beamed with joy.
And it wasn’t only because he would be spending the entire day with you.
But because today would be different from all your previous encounters. The first significant difference would be that Bucky had weeks to prepare himself for your outing. The second difference would be as a result of that, he was calmer, steady, and feeling more like himself than he had in ages. The third and last difference would be the fact that to be calm, steady and feel more grounded he had nearly been down on his knees, begging Banner and the rest of the crew to find him something strong enough to contain his nerves for the entirety of the day.
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#duckandcover vibes—how do you think the boys/reader would deal with a birthday on the front?
—– more sniper!bucky x medic!reader, featuring the commandos bucky’s birthday in the midst of the second world war.
enjoy ur cutesy dosage of #duckandcover!
“Happy Birthday, dear Bucky-o, happy birthday to youuuuuu –”
It’s pitiful, really – but Dum Dum insists that a celebration is a must for Bucky’s birthday, even if that means somehow breaking rations and muscling a few men around to make something special.
Somehow – Bucky’s not really sure how – a cake is made.
(It was by your grace. You’d tossed a few smiles in the way of a marine officer by the names of Wilkinson – he was doe-eyed and young and when you’d said it was one of the nurses birthdays, he’d bent at the knee and handed over his sugar and flour with a bashful grin. Eggs were easy, you’d snagged those from a farmhouse up the road for a pack of cigarettes. And so, in a sad little ration tin, you made a little cake that probably tasted like shit. The crwoning candles weren’t really even candles – they were upturned lucky strikes, smoking from atop the cake.)
Once the singing has ended, Bucky finally speaks.
“You assholes didn’t have t’ do this.”
You grin, prodding the small campfire you’d all settled around. The boys are boisterous, shoving Bucky with good-natured grins plastered on their faces. Steve hooks an arm around his other half’s shoulder, poking his chest.
“Anything for the birthday boy.”
You drag your cigarette, crossing your legs and leaning back into the rubble of the French farmhouse you’d camped in for the evening. The rest of the battalion and CP was down the road – men were billeted up and down the stretch in broken shambles of shelled homes.
It was a clear night.
Bucky’s eyes fleet across the fire, watching the orange glow dip along the slopes of your face – you look pretty like this, puffing your cigarette and watching the stars. He thinks maybe if this wasn’t a war and you weren’t mucked with blood and dirt, you’d pass for a crooning starlet. He’s surprised the USO hasn’t swept you up. You’re beautiful and you catch him staring.
He swallows.
“Who made the cake?” he asks, blinking up at Pinky and Falsworth, “None of you chumps can bake.”
“Well,” Jim chirps, “Lucky f’ you, our lovely medic is more than just a lifesaver, she’s also an esteemed chef.”
“Hold that thought,” you say, raising a finger and balancing your cigarette in the corner of your mouth, “He hasn’t tasted that yet and – listen, I’m no homemaker.”
“Come on,” Steve says, “Blow out the candles and eat.”
Bucky laughs and plucks a cigarette from the cake, smile dimpling the corners of his cheeks and it cements an equal look on your own face. Seeing the usual stoic sniper so jovial is infectious.
He digs a spoon from his pack, thumbing through an MRE and raising it as if he was King Arthur brandishing Excalibur. The spoon wavers, and he moves to blow out the lucky-strikes-turned-candles, only before pausing at the sound of your voice.
“Gotta make a wish first, Buck.”
Dark eyes flick upwards, landing on your smile. He laughs.
“Nearly forgot.”
The three ‘candles’ fly out with a swirl of smoke, flames extinguished with one small breath. The Commandos jeer, dirty fingers snagging the stray smokes before settling into their spots around the fire.
Bucky is quick to dig a heaping scoop of cake out and plop it into his mouth.
There is no baking in the world like that of Sarah Rogers – really, in all his years Bucky has never have anything comparable. It’s a wonder Stevie wasn’t bigger than a stick, as his mother had a gift for cakes and pies and pastries and dinners like you couldn’t believe.
But, right now, in this crumbling French home a mile out from the front of the European front?
This is better – no, the best.
The sound he makes is sinful and you have to hide the evident squirm it pulls out of you. His shoulders fall, guard slipping as he chews – it rouses a couple of laughs from the men and you have to smother a smile.
“Christ,” he moans, “This – This is good. Really good.”
You raise your hands as praise from the men rains in, mockingly bowing a bit from your spot on the ground. “Thank you, thank you, what can I say? France is known for its cuisine…”
Buck chuckles, mouth full. And then he leans, passing the tin mug around.
“Come on,” he musters, “Everyone get a slice.”
“Oh gee, Barnes, how generous –”
“God, I love when you’re in a good mood.”
You take your own spoonful, happy and content and warm and dry for the first time in days, and it’s not long before the rest of the commandos have dosed off. You muscle the fire one more time, eyes catching Bucky – he’s still awake, eyes upturned on you. You blink, ignoring the stirring feeling the look churns in your gut.
He stands, then, stepping over Gabe beside you and settling down with a bit of leftover cake.
His shoulder brushes yours and your knees knock like schoolkids locked in the gooey tempo of adoration. It feels good, and when he pulls the spoon from his lips and offers the tin, you can’t help but smile.
“Thanks.”
“Thanks for makin’ it.”
You take a spoonful, happy to be eating and happy to be beside him. “Wouldn’t be a birthday without cake.”
Bucky nudges you, stealing the spoon and worming a crumb from the tin in your hands. He shrugs, waving his hands a bit in front of the fire. His voice is soft, as if he doesn’t want to wake the men – but there’s a comforting level of softness to his words. You can’t help but feel special under his gaze.
“Birthdays were never big in m’ house,” he murmurs, “But in Steve’s house…”
You crack a grin, spotting the resident Captain America snoring softly against a stack of ammo crates.
“His ma sounds like a legend,” you smile, “You both talk about her a lot.”
“She makes a mean cake,” Bucky chews and swallows, pointing with his spoon, “But this? This is good.”
“Probably because we haven’t eaten any real grub in weeks.”
“Oh, most definitely.”
You both laugh, bodies pressed close as you watch the fire dance and kiss the night air – you duck your smile into your arm, tugging your knees close and Bucky drops the empty ration tin by your feet.
“I gotta say,” he rumbles, “Not the worst Birthday in the books.”
“Oh?”
“Mm,” Buck hums, eyes darting across your cheeks and lashes and heavy pout, “Not every year I get to spend the day in Europe, hunkered down in the French countryside with a beautiful girl.”
Your laugh is crystalline and genuine and Bucky swears the sound could stop the whole war – your nose scrunches and your eyes flutter shut at the line. It’s enough to get you to lean into him for a second, nudging him out of good-humor.
“That was a good line.”
“Thanks,” he smirks, “Been thinkin’ on it.”
“Will you two stop flirtin’ and shut up?” it’s Junior, rolling over from his spot across the fire to shoot you both a tired look, “Christ, some of us are tryna sleep.”
“Sorry, Junior,” you whisper, smothering a laugh, “Sorry.”
“Sorry my ass.”
You shoot Bucky a look – he matches it with an amused one, moving to stand in surrender. He reaches, giving your hand a heavy squeeze before he saunters off to his designated spot by Steve; the touch leaves a burning trail behind, and you wish you didn’t dwell so much on it.
“Happy Birthday, Buck,” you whisper, shrugging yourself under your blanket.
“Thanks, beautiful.”
“… Seriously?”
“Sorry, Junior.”
Play Along (Smut)
Warnings: unprotected smut, little it’s bit of exhibitionist kink if you squint (Wrap before you tap), i think that's it (let me know if there's more)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You and Bucky are assigned together on an under cover mission and things aren't what you thought they'd be
A/N: This was my first time writing smut so be gentle with me. Reader does use female pronouns
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Jogging down the corridor of the building, Y/N glanced down at her watch. Late, of course. One of the top four most skilled Shield Agents, in espionage and yet punctuality is not her forte, at least for debriefings that is.
Picking up her pace to a sprint she glanced at the numbers written along the meeting rooms before stopping at room 407, straightening herself out before opening the door. As the door opened she was met by the glaring eye of Nick Fury, who stood at the head of the long table before glancing around the room, noticing Natasha, Clint, and Bucky all seated at various points around the meeting table.
“Well look who decided to grace us with her presents” he started. “What happened, get caught up talking to the level 1 agents again?” He followed her as she took a seat next to Bucky. Giving him a light nudge and smile, to which she was met with the same smile and light nudge back.
“Ya know I was gonna lie and say that but honestly Nick, my alarm didn’t go off so my 20 minute desk nap became a 25 minute desk nap. To which I apologize” she hummed, grabbing a case file from the center of the table.
From quickly glancing at the file Y/N let out a whistle “Damn I pity the poor soul who’s doing the deep cov-” she stopped looking around the room, noticing everyone was staring at her with an amused smile on their face. “You’re fucking kidding me?!” she shrieked “You’re sending me in deep cover to Strasbourg?!” she moved to lean against the table.
“You and me both L/N” Bucky matched her enthusiasm.
“Why are you sending us?! No offense Barnes, but do you remember what happened the last time we did deep cover together.” Bucky smirked at her response, remembering. “Yeah Y/N we remember, Laura and I are still trying to buff out the dent in the gun you borrowed, besides are you afraid you’ll have to play real Wife to your Work Husband?” Clint smirked watching as Y/N pointed across the table at him, pointing her finger accusingly.
A blush spread across her and Bucky’s faces as she pointed back to Clint “We are no different than you and Natasha, besides that was not my fault” she moved to point to Bucky before poking him in his shoulder “I told Bucky not to grab the bathtub when he chu-”
He pointed back at her, “Me?! You told me to gra-”
“REGARDLESS of the damages done to any weaponry or safe houses, Barton and Romanoff are too well known in Strasbourg. Hence why you and Barnes are the only other two agents qualified for the job.” Fury tapped the table causing a projection to appear in the center of the table.
“L/N, meet Emilia Carver otherwise known as “The Eye”...she sees everything and is one of the most elusive ghosts in Europe.” The projection showed a lady of similarity to Y/N, of course there were a few things off about the two but for the most part they could have been related. Clicking the next slide it showed the same girl lying on the ground in some room.
“Last week Barnes and Barton found her dead in bunker just off the coast of Naples, you will go in her place with the Winter Soldier to secure a package.” he clicked the slide showing a man “This is Nathan Lark, we have reason to believe that he holds sensitive information about the inner working of our black-ops team and their current locations and targets, secure the package and then the missions over”
“That's all great Fury, but how long? Because I made plans to go to Disney with the family” Clint glanced up from the file.
“For you and Romanoff, a few weeks. You’ll just be on stand by working comms and technicalities. For L/N and Barnes, a month at the least.”
Dragging her eyes from the screen over to Bucky they locked eyes for a moment before Y/N spoke “Won’t it look odd, The Eye and the Winter Soldier together?”
“No” Bucky spoke before Fury could “I’ll fill you in on specifics on the way to Strasbourg, but for now…” he swallowed “the two had a shared history…” he looked back down to the file.
A laugh left Clint “Sure if that's what you wanna call it Bucky” looking over to Clint, Y/N furrowed her brows before looking over to Bucky who just shook his head.
“I’ll tell you later”
Y/N just nodded looking over the file once more before letting out a sigh before closing the file.
“When do we leave?”
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Looking out the window, Y/N tapped her foot against the floor of the train as she readjusted the sunglasses that had slid down her nose. Her focus shifted from the window to Bucky who had taken up the seat beside her.
The two sat in silence before Y/N spoke first, “So what did you mean, by The Eye and The Winter Soldier have history?” she watched as Bucky avoided her gaze.
A laugh came from the intercom before a groan filled Y/N and Bucky’s ears “What fun conversations always start when you ask an assassin how they know another assassin”
Pulling his own intercom from his ear, Bucky let out a sigh. “Hydra used to loan The Winter Soldier out to do freelance work… a way to keep a steady floor of money without using the governments” he leaned over pulling Y/N’s intercom out from her ear as well. “I met Emilia on a loan out both of us were doing. She was going to work from the inside and I was gonna work from the outside making sure she was clear…. Hydra thought we worked so well together that they kept loaning me to her on missions.”
He groaned before fully turning to face Y/N, “Listen… we are both professional agents so I’m just gonna be straight with you L/N. Emilia and The Winter Soldier used to be an item among the Assassin and Ghost community. So when this train lands in Strasbourg we have to be all in 100% to this… we were very….” he struggled with the words to describe the strange relationship.
“Physically forward” Y/N guessed
“For lack of a better word, yes”
“Is that how Clint knows?” she cocked her eyebrow
He nodded before placing his intercom back in his ear. “Something like that”
Following Bucky’s actions. “Did you two have a nice conversation?” Clint’s voice hummed.
“So what was she like?” Y/N moved her head to look back out the window.
“Forward” Bucky immediately shot back
“Is that gonna be our word of the day?” Y/N smirked before letting her thoughts trail for a moment, “If you two were so widely known, are we sure that I’ll pass as Emilia?”
“We’ve got you covered Y/N” Natasha's voice followed in her ear along with the clicking of a keyboard “We wiped all previously known images of Emilia from all possible databases, they’ll have to go with it.”
“Thanks Nat.” “Just doing my job…” Y/N could feel Natasha’s smirk “ we’ll touch base with the two of you in a few days about what to do next. For now, get to the hotel and establish yourselves.” With those last words Natasha and Clint clicked off the intercoms leaving Buck and Y/N by themselves as the train approached its destination. Standing from his spot, Bucky grabbed down both of their bags from the overhead holder before handing one off to Y/N.
“Oof.” she groaned “What did you pack?” she readjusted her grip to hold the bag with one hand,
“The basics” he pulled out a pair of sunglasses for himself before he slipped them on before he took Y/N’s free hand in his leading them off of the train and onto the platform.
Looking around at the platform Y/N took in her surroundings before leaning over to Bucky, “You’ve got fans.” she hummed motioning over to a pack of men seated at the small cafe, they kept looking between her and Bucky, then other to the exit of the platform.
Unlacing his hand from hers, he slung his arm over her shoulder before leaning down to whisper in her ear. “The true welcome for wanted assassins” Y/N smiled chuckling.
“If we leave, are they gonna follow us?” She bent her knees slightly to set the bag she held on the ground before she turned her body into his, wrapping her arms around his neck still smiling.
“More than likely.” He glanced around pulling her closer to his form.
“I suppose we have to play along with everything now don’t we?” she leaned up to his ear. “Let the games begin” she unwrapped herself from his form going back to pick up her bag “So what are the chances we get to the hotel without a fight” she laced her free hand back into his.
“About a fifty-fifty chance.” Bucky pulled her towards the exit watching as the group of men stood up from their spot, walking towards them. “Make that thirty-seventy” he glanced over his shoulder,
“How about twenty-eighty” Y/N gripped his hand a bit tighter motioning to the two men who walked directly in front of them.
Gripping her hand back, neither of them said a word as the group of men that surrounded them, brought them to an SUV.
“Is this really necessary?” Bucky huffed as they stopped in front of the vehicle.
“Just get in the car” one man said, taking the bags from Bucky and Y/N’s hands, before Bucky could comment back, Y/N opened the door to the car.
“Oh come on Soldier. What's a little fun?” she chuckled getting into the SUV, with his eyes still trained on the man Bucky climbed into the car.
The two sat in silence snuggled close to one another as Y/N glanced over her shoulder. “You know Barnes, I don’t think I’ve seen you be this touchy with anyone. Even at office parties” she mumbled
“Like I said, very forward…” he hummed. “So did you get a chance to look at how many cars there are?”
“one car in front, two behind,” she tucked herself further into Bucky’s side. “Who did you piss off the last time you were here?”
“That's… a very long list, at least we’re heading to the right hotel” he looked down at Y/N’s hand as he took it in his hand. “Who do we have to thank for the escort?” he spoke to the driver and passenger, never taking his eyes off of Y/N’s hand.
He was only met with silence as the car pulled up to the hotel. Getting out of the car first, the men who had followed them formed almost like a pathway into the hotel, stepping out first Bucky held his hand out for Y/N to help her out.
“Go inside and go to the second conference room to the left” one of the men said.
“And if we don’t?” Bucky challenged
“Go inside” He repeated before Bucky pulled Y/N into his side as they walked into the hotel following the instructions of the goons.
As they approached the conference room Y/N stopped Bucky’s hand before he could open the door.
“What if we’re being made?” Y/N’s eyes widened as she whispered her grip on Bucky’s arm tightening
“We haven’t” he placed a hand over hers
“But what if we’re about to be and whoever this is knows what the real Emilia is like” she bit the inside of her cheek.
“Y/N we’ll be fine” he gave her a soft smile, he placed a hand on her shoulder “You ready?” Y/N nodded to him, as he opened the door.
Creeping into the room, they were met with a chuckle.
“Emilia Carver, I haven’t seen you since you were just a girl.” the voice called.
Eyes flying to the front of the room, they landed on a woman, older, graying dark hair, and cold eyes.
“Dorthy” Y/N breathed out, Bucky’s eyes flickered between Y/N and the woman.
“You know Dorthy Underwood?” Bucky looked between the two.
“Now, now you’re not the only person I’ve been in contact with.” Dottie stood from her spot. “Like I said I haven’t seen her since I was a girl.” walking over to Y/N she pulled her into a hug “I hear my Goddaughter is in town and you think I’m not gonna pay you a visit” she squeezed her shoulders “Now let me take a look at you” pulled away she examined Y/N.
“My Emilia I haven’t seen you since you were ten and now look at you” she took a strand of Y/N’s hair and twirled it around her finger “Such a sophisticated looking young lady, I hope you’ve been treating her well Soldier” Dottie glanced over to Bucky “Because if I hear that you’ve been mistreating my goddaughter, I would be very very unhappy” Bucky stiffened his stance
“He’s treating me just fine” Y/N smiled, eyeing Bucky “I assume you sent the escort, you scared the crap out of us”
“Oh my dear didn’t mean too, now go relax” she turned her attention back to Y/N “I hope the two of you don’t mind I upgraded your room” she smiled. Letting Y/N walk back over to Bucky “The two of you are here on business?” “Yes.” Bucky took Y/N’s hand back in his hand, squeezing it tightly “You as well?” He watched as Dottie nodded “My Emilia would you give me and the Soldier a moment please?”
Stepping out into the hallway Y/N made a mental note to tell Clint and Natasha of Dottie’s presents the next time they spoke.
Watching as Y/N left, Bucky turned his attention back to Dottie who walked over to him. “I mean what I said, just because I haven’t seen her since she was a girl doesn’t mean I don’t still care for Emilia, as I said she is my goddaughter after all” she took the time to look over Bucky’s attire, the classic half leather jacket/vest he donned, she reached up to fix the collar of his jacket. “I know of your relationship with my Goddaughter, how you two have your public relations and your interests together, all I ask… not while I’m in the hotel” she pulled on his collar. “I know that I can’t stop the two of you from whatever it is you want to do” she let go of his jacket walking back over to the other side of the table “but I am always aware…” she motioned to the door that he could go.
As he opened the door to join Y/N in the hallway Dottie called out to him “I hope the two of you will join me for dinner at some point” before he closed the door and led Y/N over to the elevators.
One of the men from before closed on the elevator for them before he spoke “Floor 14” before the door opened and Bucky and Y/N stepped in.
As soon as the doors closed and the two were alone Bucky signaled for Y/N to be quite before he pulled a small device out from his pocket and scanned around the elevator before he stopped it.
“How the fuck do you know Dorthy Underwood?” He turned to Y/N.
“I’ve read the Shield files on her. Did you know that she was Emilia’s Godmother?” Bucky shook his head “Do you think she’s gonna be an issue?” “I hope not, our records show she had no history with the target but we’ll have Nat and Clint double check…. When we get to the room we have to do a bug sweep” Bucky ran a hand through his hair in frustration.
“This is Emilia’s godmother. Do you really think she’d bug the room?”
“We’re not in the Shield room anymore, besides she's not the only one in the hotel who could be watching us.” Bucky moved to press the button to start the elevator back up.
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After an hour-long sweep of the hotel room, they had found two bugs they couldn’t rid the room of. A microphone and camera placed all the way up on the chandelier of the room. It wasn’t easy pretending to look for bugs the camera noticed but somehow Bucky and Y/N did it.
Relaxing back onto the couch, her legs bend into it as she got cozy, Y/N smiled for the camera signaling over to Bucky, pulling him to her, her hands roamed his chest as she leaned into his ear
“We need to have Nat and Clint track back the bugs, maybe they could disable the mic and put the camera on a loop” she whispered, Bucky let out a chuckle as one of his hand moved to hold her waist and the other went to gently rub circles on with his thumb on her thigh that rested closest to him.
“What you don’t wanna play along anymore Y/N” he joked leaning into her neck,
“I mean unless you wanna play so far along you have to fake fuck me” Bucky’s movement against her thigh came to a halt “Bucky?” she whispered again “Please tell me tha-”
“Like I said Y/N” his voice became so low Y/N could barely hear it “Very public relations” he moved to look her in the eyes.
“Even if there were bugs in the room?!” she quietly shrieked, he just nodded. Y/N let out a small groan resting her forehead against Bucky’s “Its just faking it right?” Bucky nodded again before he spoke.
“We don’t have to Y/N” he started “He cou-”
“No, we gotta make sure this is believable right?” she cut him off
“Y/N…” he grumbled “You have to understand the stuff we would do…. It…” he paused “It could be a lot, and I don’t wanna hurt y-”
Taking his face in her hands, Y/N’s fingers danced along his jaw as she pulled him into a heated kiss shifting to straddle his lap. Pulling away from his reddened lips she leaned back to his ear “I’m an adult Buck, I’ll tell you if it becomes too much” Bucky nodded before recapturing her lips in his.
His hands continued to roam her body before hovering just above her ass as they continued their heated makeout. Y/N pulled her lips from his before moving to kiss down his neck “you know you can squeeze it if you want” she mumbled “If we’re faking this, we might as well give the camera a show”
Taking her word for it, his calloused hands squeezed Y/N’s ass, gripping onto it for dear life as she kissed her way down his neck leaving an array of hickeys in her wake.
Letting out a groan as he heard Y/N lips part from his skin, Bucky moved one hand to hold her by the small of her back and the other to wrap around her leg before he stood.
Letting out a squeak, Y/N kept her face buried in the crook of Bucky’s neck sucking a deep purple spot onto it.
Making his way over to the bed, Bucky paused just before his knees hit the edge before he turned around to sit back down, “Do you like this shirt?” he mumbled onto Y/N’s skin.
“What?” she hummed without paying attention.
“Do you like this shirt?” he watched as Y/N struggled to answer the question
“It- it's a shirt I don’t really know ho-” before she could finish his hands reached up to the top collar of her shirt before his grip tightened and ripped it down the back.
Letting out a gasp Y/N recoiled from Bucky’s neck gripping onto the fabric that now struggled to stay upon her shoulders. Taking a few moments to collect her thoughts before she looked at Bucky with a smile on her face struggling off the shirt, leaving her in her bra before she dove back to him, capturing his lips.
Had she known she’d be having fake sex with her hot co-worker she at least would have worn something other than her granny panties and her ratty travel bra.
Placing a hand on her back, Bucky flipped Y/N over so her back was rested on the bed before he started to strip away at his own clothes as Y/N discarded the rest of her’s. She turned to crawl upwards to the headboard, and so she could hide the blush that covered her face knowing that it would only intensify watching Bucky strip.
She was halfway to the head board before she felt the mattress dip and a cool hand on her waist, turning she was met with the casual smirk that rested upon Bucky’s lips. Which were now red and swollen from how hard the two had been kissing before.
Pulling her in for another kiss, Y/N shifted so her back once again rested on the bed before Bucky pulled away, grabbing a cover from the bed and pulling it over the two of them. He moved to her ear whispering softly. “I’m gonna pinch your waist, and that's when your gonna-”
She cut him off “Oh Mr. Winter Soldier sir, you’re so big” she laughed in a fake high pitched voice.
He laughed, dipping his head down to her neck. Her arms wrapped around his form, one going to hold his shoulder and the other to the base of his neck. Feeling the pressure on her waist, Y/N let out a small moan for the camera before burying her face into his neck. Bucky followed after letting out a groan as he started to shift to make it look like the bed was moving ever so slightly.
This motion continued for a few moments before Bucky let out a frustrated groan in Y/N’s ear.
“Buck are yo-”
“Don’t talk Y/N” he mumbled
“Bu-” she tried to continue
“Fuck it!” he hummed “I’m just gonna fuck you” his voice deepened
“What?!” she shifted
“Y/N, I like you… and this” he groaned again at the thought “Do you like me too because I really like you and I would be lying to myself if I said that I haven’t thought of beneath me like this but if you don’t like me and I have to continue to fake this then-”
“James.” she stopped him moving to hold his jaw “I trust you” she smiled widely.
“Great” before either of them could utter another word Bucky’s head dipped down to devour her lips as his hand moved to tear away at her bra and panties. Earning another gasp from Y/N, taking the opportunity at hand Bucky’s tongue explored Y/N’s mouth. A low moan came from the Bucky as he took in everything.
Her body.
Her scent.
Her taste.
Everything.
One hand was brought up to cup her face as the cool metal of the other trailed down between her legs, lightly ghosting over her heat before they slowly circled her clit.
Letting out a breathless moan Y/N’s hands gripped at Bucky’s shoulder.
“Buck please…” she whined into their kiss “I need you” she pulled away to rest her head against his.
Letting out a chuckle he nodded, moving to sit up he slid his boxers down, allowing Y/N to throw the remains of her bra and panties from the bed. As soon as Bucky had thrown his boxers off he leaned back down, attacking Y/N’s neck, and teasing her heat. Letting her slick coat his dick before he whispered in his ear.
“Remember what I said earlier, if its too much-” She shook her head “I believe those were my words” she hummed placing a light peck upon his lips. “Show me what I’ve been missing soldier”
A smile graced his lips as he bent back down to support his weight on one arm before he guided himself into her entrance, slowly.
Groans and moans filled the air as they adjusted to the new feeling each was given. Y/N’s hands squeezed at Bucky’s shoulders as she tried to relax onto his size, and Bucky’s head hung low kissing along Y/N’s neck as he was overcome with the feeling of plush and warmth.
“Are you okay” he kissed the shell of her ear as she nodded “Are you sure”
“Y-yeah” she stuttered “You-....You’re just…. A lot” she hummed trying to form words, she could feel Bucky smile against her skin as one of her hands moved to tangle her fingers in the hair at the base of his neck. She would never tell this to Bucky’s face but she almost missed his long hair… the thought of gripping onto it as he made her feel euphoric.
“Y/N?” she was pulled out of her haze when Bucky whispered her name, lightly kissing along her jaw. “Are you still with me Sugar?”
A smile overtook her lips at the nickname before she spoke. “I’ve never been better” she pulled him back in for a kiss.
Growing bold, she moved her legs from framing his waist to wrapping around it and locking at the ankles before she pulled him even closer, allowing him to bottom out.
“Fuck!” ripped itself from Bucky’s throat as he pulled away from their kiss resting his forehead against hers. “Fuck, you….you” he chuckled slowly, almost painfully pulled his hips back from her before snapping them back into her.
Moans tore out from both of their mouths as he rocked back and forth into Y/N, her grip at his waist tightening with every thrust. His metal arm rested her hip bone lightly holding it down as the other went to tangle itself into the hair at Y/N scalp lightly tugging at it.
“If I had know… that fake fucking… Oh SHIT!” Y/N moaned as his vibranium hand moved from her hip to circle her clit.
“You were saying Sugar?” he smirked with a shit eating grin
“Fuck Bucky!” she moved to bury her head into the crook of his neck “Oh god Buck, don’t… god don’t stop please” she whined into his neck.
“I don’t intend to do” he kissed the side of his head, resting his head against hers.
Y/N’s feet moved to unlock her ankles before sliding down to his ass, feeling, guiding him as he fucked into her. As if she could pull him even closer if it were possible.
As Bucky’s actions continued his thrusts grew more erratic as he neared his end, moving his hand to pinch at Y/N’s clit a scream ripped from her throat.
“I wanna feel you Sugar” he hummed as Y/N let her orgasm wash over her, Bucky moaned feeling the way her body shuddered beneath him as her heat clenched around his dick before his end overtook him as he gave one more thrust into Y/N.
Pulling his face away from her, he moved his hand from her hair to cup her jaw, prying her away from his shoulder. He entangled their lips into a soft kiss, allowing both of them to slowly come down from their highs before he pulled out of her and collapsed at her side. His arms moved to wrap around her waist tugging her into his body he continued to kiss down her neck and shoulders as Y/N placed her hands on his shoulders to steady her racing head. She chuckled.
“What were you gonna say earlier Sugar?” he hummed as he kissed back up her shoulders and neck.
Moving to rest her head against his chest she snuggled into him before she whispered “Well I was going to say, if I had known that a mission like this would lead to fake fucking, lead to real fucking… I would have requested a mission like this from Fury a while ago”
He laughed, moving to adjust a few pillows under their heads.
“I hope whoever’s listening and watching had as much fun of a time as we did” Y/N laughed at his words before her eye’s closed, as she drifted off to sleep.
Smiling to himself Bucky traced a pattern along Y/N shoulder as she slept, chuckling before he too closed his eyes. His final thought before sleep overtook him was that this was going to be an interesting mission after all.
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Description:
You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course as one of the most successful lawyer in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It’s may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.
Chapter 1:
“Hey Y/N, Tony is here” I hear Karen say as she stands by the door.
“Send him in” I sigh mentally preparing myself for his presances. I have an idea on why he is here. I haven’t been answering his phone calls, emails, mail, and he even had the decency to send multiple strangers with phones in their hands already on a call with him so I didn’t have a choice but to talk to him. Thankfully Karen told me beforehand when they showed up in the office knowing I didn’t have time for them or when I was out with the guys they would help me scheme my way out of them. But now that he is here in the flesh there is nowhere to run.
“You havent been answering your phone” or people I roll my eyes mentally. I smile towards him offering him a seat.
“Yeah, I have been busy. You know the city never sleeps so I have to be up” I look back and see Happy with a smile. I wave at him before returning my attention to Stark. “So what can I do for you?”
“I am not even going to start with thousands of dollars I spent trying to get a hold of you for 3 months” he sighs “I am here to invite you to my party this friday” wow. All for a party.
“Really Stark? All that money for a party?”
“Not the first time I hear that” he laughs “But that money was wasted on trying to get ahold of you!”
“And all you had to do was show yourself in person or send a text because I have been too busy to answer a phone call. What's the party for anyways?” I don’t even know why I ask. He has parties every weekend with no reason needed. He has calmed over the years to only one party a week instead of one friday, saturday and sunday.
“My birthday” He points at my desk calendar where the date is circled.
“Oh yeah, I was going to send you a succulent” Since Tony recruited me as one of his main lawyers we have become closer. I have gotten him out of really bad jail time. Around that time we both needed someone and you can say he is the brother I never had yet wish to get rid of every second he opens his mouth.
“If you come with a succulent I will fire you” he stands buttoning his suit jacket.
“Do you like Aloe or Agave better?” I say with a smile. He only shakes his head and walks out the office but a minute later I receive a text from Happy, Agave. I smile to myself. The headache is coming in. I did know his birthday was coming soon but now knowing that the party is about that I am going to need more time to prepare my face when I get there.
“So we're going to a party?” I almost jump looking up and seeing Matt standing there with that pretty smile he always has.
“Yeah” I got up and started to grab my things. “Tell Foggy to pick out his best suit because we have a party to attend on Friday” It was already 3 and time to go home. “I will have a car waiting for you at 6 so don’t be late” I patted his shoulder and walked out.
“Bye” I send Karen a smile walking pass her
“You’re coming too” I pointed towards her. “I’ll have a driver pass for you too” I pressed the floor level and the door closed, seeing her figure jumping up and down. Stark has precise people but we know damn well that for his birthday he wants as many people he can get to come. I could never bring them to the inclusive parties but for this party you don’t need an invitation. My apartment wasn’t far from the office. A quiet, not well kept but calm street. My dream was always to live in New York and after I turned 20 I moved down here and trusting my gut was the best thing I did. Had a couple of money saved up and then I met Matt. He saw the potential in me when I was scared to get out there in the world. He showed me that no matter if I am scared and I fall, I can get back up. He brought out the confidence I needed in me to become who I am. With my help and his encouragement we made Nelson and Murdock a top notch law firm.
I walk up the stairs and into my apartment. I had a good job. Made forever friends. Lived in the city that I dreamed about for years, but yet I feel hopeless. I get home and I throw myself on the couch and stare at the white cieling. Am not sad or in pain. Not lost or forgotten. I am simply calm. Not in the way where my life has been so hectic for so long that calmness is a prize for hardship. Calmness where you forget how to breathe and you just want to scream and cry of frustration. I have been seeing a therapist but we are not close to a breakthrough, more because she says I am fine. I roll onto the floor and my eyes feel heavy.
“Y/N! Y/N! wake up” I open my eyes seeing Matt right in my face
“Goodmorning” I smile lazily. Check the time and notice its 5 in the morning. “Why did you wake me up so early?” I ignore the ache in my bones and stretch myself on my couch.
“I was on my morning run and decided to bring you breakfast earlier. I know you have been working night and day on Miller's case.” I feel a nudge and not what is infront of my face is coffee and a chocolate croissant.
“Thank you” I feel him taking a seat to the right of me on the other couch.
“When you said you can sleep anywhere you weren’t joking” He continues eating his breakfast as he speaks. “I bet you could sleep standing up” he laughs
“When I was in highschool I was able to rest my head on my hands and with glasses on I would sleep the whole class. So if my arms didn’t give up on me then I guess I can program my legs to do the same” Matt usually comes by with breakfast as I get ready to head out the door but it's unusual he is here 2 hours earlier than his time. But this is nice. Talking to him and just having some company.
“Yeah I can see you doing that” No matter how long I have known this guy for I still feel the need to cry. Knowing he lost his eyesight at such a young age takes an amount of strength that for me seems hard to achieve. I stop sometimes and just look at him. His smile and eyes. Face features we get to enjoy and also other wonders of the world. “Don’t go quiet” I blink away the tears forming and pay attention to his words
“What's wrong?” His expression is numb with those last words. Pain wasn’t heard but sadness was. “Matt, why did you really come here this early?” How could I be so stupid to not notice his ticks showing. The constant turn of his head and his hand gripping his cane. Flinching to even the quietest noise.
“Miller was found dead last night.” Not that caught my attention. I have been working with this guy trying to prove his innocence. “A note was left behind that basically states to leave the investigation behind”
“But?” I had a million other questions but I know there was no need to persist with Matt since he will tell me everything at his time.
“Although his death seems like a suicide the notes has some weird notations. He takes the blame for what happened and explains his reason behind it”
“That can’t be, he was very persistent in his innocence. He has his daughter to look after, he wouldn’t give up on her” I set my breakfast aside moving towards my bedroom in a rapid pace but Matt stood in my way faster than I could blink.
“Wait.” He pushes me back towards the couch. “You have to listen to the whole thing before you decide to do anything” I let out a sigh and nod agreeing to listen to him. In my mind I had to leave as soon as possible. Go see the note and read is throught. I had to fight this, it just couldn’t finish this way. The little girl. She is just 3 years old. “Of course there are weird things in this that don't add up. I couldn’t get a hold of the letter because they say it doesn’t involve us anymore, they want to convict him as the murder of the case and call it quits. Of course evidence states that it was more than just a murder killing himself because the guilt ate him up.” Where was he going with this? “We will figure out how to not let the poor man die or let that little girl grow up with everybody thinking he was a cold blooded killer.”
“But” He might not be able to see, just feel my emotion but that doesn’t stop him from showing his emotion with his eyes.
“But we have another thing in our hands” He pulls out a paper. A paper with the same mark that was cut onto the 3 mans chest that mr miller was accused of killing. “Foggy found this on the building door.” Shit. Before I could speak on some theories he flipped the paper and on the back with big bold black letters stood my last name. Shit.
After pronoucing almost every curse word in the world I stood up and got changed. This isn’t going to change anything. Mr. Miller is innocent and I was so close to getting him out free and I am not stopping until his name is clean. They might try to scare me but I got contacts. My job was to prove his innocence and since he died and his case is still open, his murder is my case now too. I am good at seperating my need to fight injustice in court and in an investigation but these people need to be caught. They already killed 3 men and now Miller. I am not going to allow whoever this is to continue doing this. “Y/N, you can’t go back into this. If you want I can get everything you need but you need to stay here, safe” Matt says following me everywhere as I get my stuff gathered up.
“Don’t forget I have dealt with criminals worse than this. Someone who I have come face to face with. I am going to do my job and clean his name and you are going to do yours and continue to clean this city of bad guys.” I grab my keys and head out the door. “I am going to get a copy of that letter and you get me any surveillance clips you can of his house.”
“You can’t be alone!” Matt grabbed my hand and yanked me back. “I will come with you”
“Matt I am going to try to be as nice as possible about this” Sometimes I can be mean about things and am too stubborn to listen to myself and not say a thing. “You are one of the most important people in my life. I trust and care for you and I know you are only trying to help but I don’t need help with this. I don’t need to be protected every second of my life because someone moron decided to threaten me. We all die someday, and I don't care when it's my turn, so let me go” With that his hand slides down until he is no longer touching me. He knows about my cold side. I hate it. Eitheir I am too emotional or too heartless.
I do everything to keep people away, the people who stay have gotten the honor to see me in my bad days. I ignore and give them the cold shoulder more than many days. I block them out and act like I don’t care. My mind tells me to do otherwise because in my mind if they leave now then it's going to hurt less. Then when I think of them I want to cry. Stupid therapists, even a unalive person can see that I have a problem.
A/N: i love this gif of him. Anyways, I hope you liked the first chapter. I was going to make this quickly and short because I have a lot of ideas for Bucky but I guess the plan derailed for the long run.
I hope y’all enjoy.
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Description:
You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course as one of the most successful lawyer in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It’s may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.
Chapter 2:
“Goodmorning, How can I assist you this morning?” The young lady at the front desk asked me.
“Hello, I am here to see Agent Penelope Garcia” I check my phone and verify if she has responded but nothing.
“Am sorry I don’t recognize that name”
“Of course. She and her team are here on the doppler case” Come on.
“Oh yes.” Thank god. “Let me lead you to the office she is using. I nod following right behind her. Once we arrive I give her thanks and she lets me walk in alone.
“Why haven’t you responded to any of my messages?” I can’t help but smile as her usually bubbly self engulfs me into a hug.
“Im sorry, I just wanted to get these papers filled out so I can have enough time to shop around before leaving tonight”
“Well new york is surely the place to walk around and shop”
“Sure is, so what's up” I take a seat next to her. She always made every place she was in hers, no matter how long she was in them. She was the one to bring the cases into a new level with a sense of emotion. We met here about 2 years ago when they requested my help. One of their agents was in trouble and needed to get his case resolved. He was being wrongly accused and working alognside her the most was the best. Since then we have kept in touch.
“My client was found dead last night from an apparent suicide, and my partner and I know that was not the case. He left a note behind and photos of the scene were taken.” one of the things I hate doing is asking for things, more when they haven’t asked anything of me.
“They took you off the case and they are just treating it as a soon to be closed one since he probably admitted guilt in the note” She surely is a smart bee.
“Yes. So my question is if you could..” Why does asking for help have my heart beating faster and wanting to punch myself?
“Get you the pictures? Sure. Give me a couple seconds” I let out a short laugh seeing her move her fingers magically over her keyboard. “I will send them to you using an encrypted address, so no one knows it was sent to you and no one can take them off your phone” After a short conversation I bid her goodbye. I was so lucky she was in town. I drove back into the office and straight into Matt’s.
“Hey got the pictures, did you get the videos?” I see him shake his head but move a file towards me. I open them up and see death certificates.
“There is no video eveidence in or around his home and the officers are of no help, but they did mention that” I see him point at the papers again. All in alphabetical order, all the suspects' death certificates. All killed one day during the week prior to Miller’s death. “Foggy spend his morning looking them up and even confirmed it with the families”
“Why would they kill Miller and the suspect in question? Eitheir we never got the right guy in our suspect list or they don’t care who they kill, loved one or not '' I throw the papers to the desk. It's like if I was driving down a road and had three ways to go. One was the easy way, just a straight paved road. The other one was a road that would take me days to drive. I would have to take a car, then a boat, a plane and finally walk on foot to reach. The third one I could see the destination but the bridge had just broken. The train broke. Everything is falling piece by piece. What was supposed to be our advantage and a step ahead brought us closer to nothing, nothing. Anyways, that just confused me more. I get up, popping open my phone. “I got the pictures of the letter and you are right it was definitely not a suicide note”
We spent the whole afternoon trying to figure anything out. Any connection to the Miller to the suspects or any of them to the 3 guys mudered and finally we got a lead. One of the suspects had the same marking left on the note and the three guys that were murdered. We looked back on the guy’s pictures and with the help of Foggy and Karen now we came to find that the suspect was close to another guy with the same marking on his wrist.
“I will send over the information to the lead officer” I nod at Karen. Our next step is to wait for them to take them into custody and wait for him to talk. Let the police do their jobs and have him give as much information as possible. What did that marking mean? Who was the suspect to him?
“Now what?” Foggy asked, as he is seated next to Matt and I. I take my phone out to check the time.
“Well it's 4:45. I say we take a break and resume this as soon as we hear anything from the police. I can’t miss Tony’s party and neither can you three” I part to my home to get ready. I rush home quickly, taking a shower and fixing myself up. Supricenly I look into the mirror and it doesn’t look like I havn’t slept well for the past 2 weeks. When I arrived at the tower the time hit 7:10. I took the elevator to the floor where they were having the party. It was a long way up but I finally made it.
“Look who’s here” I hear Tony scream from across the room. I would have turned right around but I notice Nat and Steve now behind Stark as he walks towards me.
“I brought you your succulent but those guys in the entrance took it from me” I say feeling his arms wrap around me and pulling towards the way he came from. “Happy birthday” I say quickly returning his smile.
“Thanks. I know you are a no show to parties but I want you to enjoy yourself tonight” I was about to argue with him but he always has to get his way or he won’t stop. “Come on do it for me. It's my birthday!” He grabs a drink from the waitress passing by and with that he walks away.
“I understand you’re his lawyer but that doesn’t mean you have to be his friend” I laugh at Nats words as I hug her, than Steve.
“I know I am not the most uplifting person but someone how in his little weird way he makes me like him. Plus the pay is good so if I have to come to these once every year I can take it”
“Well it's good to see you,” Steve says, handing me a drink. “So what has been keeping you busy from visiting us?” Nat and I follow him as he leads us towards the bar.
“I had this case that has been going on for 3 weeks and just this morning my client was found dead. Now it seems to be a murder but the officials want to pronounce it as a close case because some letter states he admitted fault” Damn I am going to need more alcohol.
“So they just want to throw him under the rug and call it a win?” I simply nod towards them stealing two cups from a waiter. “So what is the reason you think it was a suicide?” Before I could ramble on about what we figured out a tall figure walks behind steve and places a hand on his shoulder
“Hey man, I need to talk to you” The deep voice belonged to a dark-haired guy. Build with a strong stance. A vibridium arm. Call me crazy but I don’t even know how to handle my thoughts right now. Being in the presence of the avenger is not new. I know everything can be expected but not me becoming so infatuated with only looking at this guy for the first time. Who was he?
“Yeah of course” Steve got up, excusing himself from the table. “I will be back soon” I nod watching them both leave
“Bucky” I hear from the side. Quickly I noticed I was having a staring problem so I looked towards Nat with an awkward smile. “Well James Buchanan Barnes. He was stationed with Steve back in the 40s. We found him as the Winter Soilder”
“Oh yeah. You told me some details, before he had to go to Wakanda '' Nat mentions some things here and there but with her missions and my cases we prefer to leave our work lifes behind most of the times we hang out.
“Yeah. He seems much better now but I know its a struggle for him to get used to this world now” As she continues talking I can’t help but move my eyes discreetly towards them. The lights were low but when he was close I could tell they weren’t brown. His face was emotionless as he walked away but he tried to direct a smile towards us as he spoke to Steve. Being on the bad side most of your life and having to work for it now is not simple. “You like him.”
I shake my head, “No, no, just curious” It was true. He was the mysterious, cold looking, low voice guy in all of my books I have read before and fell in love with but I am too smart to know that something like that would work out. Boys in my books fight for what they want while battling their demons. When I see him I see a guy who has demons he has yet to overcome because the main demone is himself. He is struggling. His arm twitches and his head turns at every noise. He has things he needs to fix and if all my books are correct a woman may help but they want their space. Also the woman in the books does everything for them not to be alone and helps them fight their demons but I am not one to do so. I get scared and run away at the first look of difficulty. I am not the one to be placed with someone's trust and love. I can’t give you a correct response. I am not someone’s needs.
“Stop analyzing everything” She laughs while handing me another drink. “Is you were to stop anylizing eveythning and just go for it you would see how wonderful life could be '' She was right. Every move I make has to be foreseen by a pro and cons list. A breakdown of cause and effect. I break down my decisions and take the best route, even if my heart is telling me not to.
“Am a lawyer, that's what I do” I take a sip shrugging her off to change the conversation.
“Well how about for tonight you can be a girl in a little black dress who everybody in the party sees as carefree” I smile at her words. Of course I am not the one to let go but fuck it. Right?
“And what do you suggest, Miss. Romanoff?” She drinks her last glass and pulls out her hand.
“I suggest dancing like nobody's watching?” And that is exactly what we did. We dance past midnight. Many guests had left and while the rest were drinking and talking Nat and I were the only ones on the dance floor.
“Girls! The DJ needs to go” We both turned booing at Tony who was speaking through the microphone. “Don’t boo me! Go get some water!” We both laugh making our way to the other avengers. Which was only Steve, Wanda. Vis, Bruce and soon I knew Tony was going to come over.
“Hey I know you are not in the right mindset but I have something I would need help with in the morning?” Steve asked innocently which I only nodd to trying to gulp down a whole water bottle. “Its nothing just a ticket” I burst out laughing and soon the others follow.
“Goody two shoes got a ticket?!” Of couse Tony was the one with the nickname although everybody was thinking it.
“It wasn’t my fault! I was fed up with Nats feet on the dashboard and didn’t see the light was red”
“Well it wasn’t my fault either. You could just have ignored it but you chose to remove my feet yourse-'' We were caught off guard as the big windows outlooking the terrace blew up. I don’t know if they were the drinks or if I was just that tired but I don’t remember anything else from that night.
A/N: we are introduced to Bucky!!!. I am going to start writing the next part tomorrow and I want them to have a sort of enemies to lover kind of relationship but I don’t know how to get there. If you got any ideas feel free to comment. Thank you♥️
📚MY LIBRARY 📚
DEAR READER
Includes:
Sierra Six
Bucky Barnes
Jon Snow
Kayce Dutton
Javier Pena
SIERRA SIX
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
MAYBE Series/ Bucky
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
BLACK AND BLOOD/ Jon
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
A/N
HELPLESS/ Kayce Dutton
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Inserts
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14: Part 1
Chapter 15: Part 2
Chapter 16: Part 3
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
GHOST/ Javier Pena
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Not Part Of The Story
Family
Dimitri Belikov
Shadow
Porcelain Skin
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Description:
You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course, as one of the most successful lawyers in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.
Chapter 5:
“26 year-old Jessica Chaply. She was found dead in an alley. The three men were taken in as suspects, but no action was taken forward because it was a simple girl in an alley” I take a look at the pictures and see what Tony means. She was a girl trying to work and do her best, can’t judge anybody.
“What did we figure out anything about her tie in all of this?” I move papers around but see nothing.
“Her biological father is the one and only Dr. Monday” Top surgeon of NYP Hospital. “Now we don’t think he is directly linked with the murders but I will bet you my whole money that he is paying for all of it.” On the big screen there are newspapers where he was kidnapped then released a couple days later. “We know he wasn’t in his daughter's life but that doesn’t stop the old man from caring about his kid.” Only kid.
“So what do we think? Doctor got kidnapped and those people threten to kill his daughter if he didn’t support them financially?”
“Bingo. Atleast that is a string to follow. I have an appointment with said doctor and will offer my own protection since now his daughter is dead I am guess he will want to cut all ties and be free of there hands”
“Be careful Tony. He might seem like the deer in all of this but he might just turn out to be the one behind the gun” With the sly smirk and wink he walks out.
“I wouldn’t send him alone,” Pepper remarks as she gathers up her stuff. One thing about Pepper is she is never wrong. She is the older sister with the right head in everything. I turn over to Natasha who nods and follows behind Tony. “Lunch will be served in 30 minutes” She smiles at Steve, Bucky and I.
“Thanks Pepper” I get up following behind her on my way to find Wanda. Bingo. “What's cooking?” Her little jump made a chuckle come from my lips. Wanda was a warm touch to this place, especially as many people call it, my heart.
“Steak, potatoes, greenbeans, and brossuel sprouts.” I scrunch my nose at the last greens. “You need to eat your greens” she gives me a stare which I just ignore taking a seat at one of the stools in the island. “I thought I could try something easy tonight.”
“And you decided to go with steak? You know I am not a cook so something easy for me is eggs.” She laughs and places the slices of steak infront of me, next to the other cooked ingredients. Perfection.
“Thank you” I go over and start helping her clean up. “So enlighten me on the last couple of days here” I sigh. We have this thing where she knows I hate talking about my feelings and things that have happened to me. So she said I could press rewind to my memories and it would be like a transfer of date to hers. “ I hope everything gets cleared up. Not only for Mr. Miller but for the young girl and all the victims around all of this” I only nod in agreement. I grab the sponge and soap and begin to wash the pots and pans. “Oh honey don’t. I can do that is 2 seconds”
“No. It's fine. It's therapeutic to me.” it wasn’t a lie. Also I felt bad being here for almost 2 whole days and having everything done for me without helping out around here.
“Talking about therapy” Shit I know where she was going with this. “I don’t get into your mind because I trust you and I know its inversion of privacy but, you told me your were going every week!”
“I was until 2 weeks ago. You know” I flop my hands to the side. “ I promise after I don’t have a target on my head I will go back daily, I promise” She smiles and continues cleaning. She knows I never break my promise and you can take my word for that because I never make promises.
“So you got Bucky’s mandatory therapy session cancelled” I nod giving her a quiet ‘yep’ “You like Bucky?” I focus on my breathing as soon as I notice myself stop everything I was doing. She couldn’t know this. I mean I do like him but its not like its anything else other than physical. I barely know this guy.
“He is cute. But that's it”
“Is it?” oh god.. I avoid her gaze not knowing what to say. She laughs a little as she takes her attention to Jarvis. “Can you tell everyone Lunch is ready?” Jarvis announces to everyone as we take the plates to the dining room. “I think Bucky and you would have a lot to talk about, but only if you stop being mean to him” with that she left me with my mouth wide open. I didn’t do anything. Yes I mess around with him but at the end it's just a game no gets hurt from. I didn’t relize the whole team except Nat and Tony were already sitting down until Steve spoke.
“Are you joining us or are you only going to stand there?” I roll my eyes taking a seat next to him. There is no time to focus on whatever Bucky is. I have no time for that. I have to figure out Miller, and after that I will go back home and back to my normal routine. Wake up. Go into the office. Fight some cases. Maybe do some research if need be. Hang out with Matt, Foggy, and Karen then go back home and do it all over again. Wake up, office, cases, research, friends, sleep. I was going to begin eating until I feel buzzing in my pocket. I excuse myself and I go to the other room to answer the phone.
“Miss. Y/L/N?”
“Yes?”
“Good afternoon, I am Trisha Collins.” I remember her name. “I am the social worker assign to Lydia Millers case”
“Yes. What can I do for you?”
“Well I know it has been a hard couple of days but as you know you are one of Lydias caretakers.” Yeah. Mr. Miller didn’t have any family near. We worked weeks together and before he was sent into custody he asked me if I would take care of Lydia while I figured out a way to take him out. So for a week or so I was her guardian. The little one year old was coming to the office and going home with me for those couple of days. “Being so young I don’t want to put her in a foster home or a foster parent when she knows who you are. That is until Mr. Miller's parents come to pick her up.” I don’t know if I should be relieved or not. Of course I don’t want the little girl to go to some strangers. She doesn’t know it but she lost her father and for now she has no one. If I take her in I would be putting her in danger, but what if I don’t do anything and those people find a way to put her in danger. I already fell attached to her so what if I don’t want to give her up? I am not ready to take care of a baby long term. I don’t know how old the grandparents are or even if they are capable of taking her in and raising her. What is-
“What if that little girl is what you need right now?” my heart almost jumped out my chest. Why is she even reading my mind?
“I saw you were disturbed by something. You need to go get the little girl, you know your heart wouldn’t handle letting her spend another night with a stranger” Technically I am a stranger too.
“Send me the address, I will be on my way” I hang up the phone waiting for the message to come through. I need to calm down. I just need to take care of the little girl until her grandparents come and get her. If anything happens it will happen then, right now I need to focus on now. “Don’t tell Bucky” I whisper towards Wanda. I rush down stairs getting into the car and driving away. The location states a foster home office about 25 minutes from the tower. In my mind I am making a list of what I need now. Milk. Diapers. Clothes and blankets?. Toys and maybe a couple of books, right?. My mind was going in different directions and at a pace that was driving me crazy. I park on the side of the street and rush up the stairs. I see a blonde lady with a bright smile on her face.
“You must be Y/N.” I extend my hand for us to shake.
“Mrs. Collins?” She shakes her head laughing
“No. My name is Anna. Trisha had to leave but she told me everything” She motions for me to follow her. We walk into the office and beside the desk is a playpen where you can see little Lydia sleeping. “Thank you for doing this. Her grandparents are an older couple and need to make sure they are safe to fly. It should just be no more than a week.”
“Okay” I grab the diaper bag she handed to me and place it over my shoulder. She moved the car seat next to me about that time I almost dropped her bag and ran.
“I will be waiting outside” With a gentle smile she walks off back to the main entrance where she could still see me through the glass wall. I clean my hands, grabbing the baby and placing her inside. Shit. I don’t know how to put a car seat in a car. Whatever, I can do this. I lift her seat in one hand with her bag on my shoulder and the thing you hook up on the seat on the same arm. I walk out and I kid you not, I almost threw the thing and this guy. I didn’t think her smile could be bigger. She was a shy thing but that didn’t mean her body language was. She was leaning in. Playing with her hair and there he was just enjoying what she had to say. It took 5 minutes before I just rolled my eyes and walked past them.
“Oh no. Don’t worry about me. Go back to talking to Blondie” I tell him, still holding on to the baby seat.
“Don’t be a brat and let me help you” I roll my eyes again opening the door for him to walk out with Lydia. I can feel the tension in the air. I know he wanted to say something. I see him strap in the bottom of the car seat while I place the diaper bag in the passenger seat. Once I move around the car he places Lydia in. I was just about to thank him when he opened his big loud mouth. “Why did you leave without telling anyone?! Something could have happen” oh he makes it too easy. With a smirk on my face I say,
“Wanda knew” I simply shrugged moving towards the drivers door but was turned around and pressed against the car.
“Why do you have to be so stubborn?” He was whispering in my ear. His voice was so soft while both hands around my arms were pinning me to the car. What was happening? I was supposed to be messing around with him, not him messing around with my head. I was starting to feel a sensation and I know I had to stop this. “I can’t protect you if you don’t allow me too” his hands caress down my body until they are wrapped around my waist pulling me closer to him. I always know what to say but right now its like I ran out of words. His mouth ghost over to my neck just breathing but god damn, I could pass away right now. “You are just a dumb baby, you can’t protect yourself right? You need me to do so” One kiss. I could have fallen in his arms but those few words made me have enough. Who did he think he was? A knight in shining armour? And I am a damsel in distress who needed his protection? With all my strength I push him aside.
“Don’t treat me like a child” With that, I got into the car and began to drive away. “Who did he think he was? Huh. I mean yeah I might be in danger and now that I think about it since you would be around I should have probably brought him along to make sure nothing happens to you” I look through the rearview mirror as she babbles along and kicks her tiny legs. “But that still doesn’t give him the right to talk to me like a child and more to do whatever he was trying to do” I think the whole ride I was speaking to Lydia. While people driving beside me stared at me thinking I was crazy because I was definitely moving my arms like crazy. I know Bucky was following behind at a distance. So when we got to the tower I was thankful Wanda and Steve were outside waiting.
“Can I get her out?” I nod towards Wanda who was so giddy about it. I grab the diaper bag and close the door. Lydia was wide awake and looking around to her surroundings. “Isn’t she cute?” Not really a question for us but we both nod.
“Where’s Bucky?”
“Hopefully in a ditch” That's when they both stare at me and I give a look at Wanda rewinding what happened about 30 minutes ago.
“Oh god” She whispers, holding Lydia a bit closer like if we had done a sin. Well I guess you can say having a baby inside the car we were against was probably wrong. Well she wouldn’t remember anything but the lady inside would have taken Lydia away if things escalated.
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Description
You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course, as one of the most successful lawyers in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.
Chapter 8:
After that night, well I should say day. After that day things changed. Kidd was going on trial for the murders and you bet your ass I was going to be there fighting for Mr. Miller. I moved back to my apartment and with a little help from Wanda and Karen I organized my schedule with Lydia. It has only been a day and I feel like dying. I moved back in the morning and by lunch time I was back in the office with the team. That afternoon after getting everything situated on things I missed Karen picked up Lydia from Wanda and brought her to stay in the office while we started our case on Kidd. Lydia was typically a good baby but when the attention was all on her or when she was sleeping. I had to leave early so now I am stuck at home with a baby. Nat was okay. A little help from Bruce goes a long way. Tony offered to extend my stay but I explained to him there was no need anymore. “Yes you can have Lydia while I see her” Wanda called me as soon as I got home. Talking my ear off and now she offered herself again to keep an eye out on Lydia so I can go to therapy. I am so thankful for her and Karen but god, it's 7 and it's been a long day and all I want to do is lay down and sleep.
“Great. I will be there at 9 to pick her up. After your appointment can you accompany me to mine?”
“Of course Wanda. Now get some rest”
“But it's just-” I hung up the phone before she could continue talking. “Ready to go to sleep?” I ask an already asleep baby. She skipped her nap thankfully so she was out like a light once I placed her in her playmat. I grabbed her and gently placed her on my bed and created a fort around her. It feels nice spending the night back home. I took a quick shower and went to bed.
In the morning of course Lydia decided to wake me up at 7 in the morning. “You are messing up my schedule, did you know that?” She responded with a cry. “Okay, okay. Let's get you some food.” a quick change and on our way to the kitchen we go. “I don’t have a chair for you” Can’t have her on her playmat, she might learn how to crawl and it's not safe for a baby here. “Guess you are going to be my suchef” I place a 2 slice of bread in the toaster while holding her bottle with my shoulder so I could use my only available arm to make my breakfast. A strawberry toast will be enough for this morning.
“Hey-” I am grateful my friends have a second sense. “That baby on your hip looks out of order” I roll my eyes at Matt. I kind of hope now the knife I threw at him wouldn’t have missed.
“Shut up. You scared me. Here” I extend Lydia to him and push her into his arms. “Let me wash her bottle so I can get ready” With the scare I dropped her bottle. “What are you doing here?”
“Just checking up on you” I know by his look that there was more to his story but I didn’t have time for it right now. I hand him the bottle and as he begins feeding Lydia I start on my toast. “Haven’t seen you in days other than yesterday, just wanted to check in.”
“Well everything seems to be back to normal, other than the baby of course.” She is such a good baby. Ugh.
“What's wrong?” I shake my head ignoring him as I walk into my room. I go into my room to get ready. Once I am done I pack up Lydias diaper bag and grab her some clothes so I can change her into some more appropriate summer clothing. By that time the clock hit 8:40. “I should get going. Someone has to do all the work in the office”
“Tony invited me over for lunch. I will be in this afternoon so show you I can do all the work you did in a week in just an hour” With a laugh he walks out the door just in time for Wanda to show up.
“Is the little girl ready?” Before I could get her up and hand her over to Wanda she dropped all her things to pick her up. “Aww where did you get this dress?” It was an all white with white flower detailing dress.
“Long story. It's a keepsake.”
“Umm. Ok” I don’t know if she just didn’t want to ask or if she just wanted to get back to Lydia but usually she would persist until I tell her.
“She already downed her first milk. I will be back around 10:30. So if you just want to give her a snack in the span of that”
“Got it” I chuckle, grabbing my things and saying my goodbyes. Took my 15 minutes to be at her office door knocking.
“Goodmorning Y/N please take a seat” I feel like a little kid waiting to be told wrong everytime I am on this couch. “How are you?” I hate this conversation starters
“Good. Can we get through this please?”
“Very well” she opens her notepad and prepares her pen. “I hear the latest on your case” fuck.
“Yes. Bad guy tried to kill me just like he killed innocent people. In the middle of all that I got the guardianship of Mr. Miller's baby, that is until her grandparents come and picked her up. Bad guy is in jail. The end”
“Are you doing okay with all of that?”
“Yes. Bad guy in jail so no more threats to my life. Baby is an adjustment but in a couple days it will be resolved” There it is, the first note in her notepad. I think we spent the whole session talking about the case and how I was feeling every second until now. I know how I felt. Maybe I didn’t take the right actions towards every feeling but I have to admit taking the time to associate myself with what has happened in the past days was good for me.
“It seems like the baby bothers you more than the whole threat towards your life” that is crazy. “Remember you have a difficult time understanding feelings” Bullshit. “Also remember to listen and not denie or fight against my words” Fuck.
“The baby will be off to her grandparents soon, no need to care for it if it's stay is temporary” it's true. I like the little baby but I am just her pitstop to people who will love and care for her better than I could ever do.
“You are correct but you also know this has to do with your feeling towards change?” How dare she ask me. Ain’t she the therapist to figure this out? “With the session you have taken you have shown aggression but at the same time sadness at change. You can’t accept it.” Wrong
“Okay I will work on that” Check. The topic is getting frustrating and I tend to let it out with words so to save her and me of any embarrassment I prefer changing the subject.
“Alright we will move on” Another note to her notepad. “So last time we spoke about your past. You didn’t want to get into it a lot but you did tell me something I didn’t catch on until now” Fuck. I said too much. “You don’t want to go back home, why?”
“I have a life here already. Nothing is waiting for me back there and if this is all about honestly well, that place is not my home. It's just that, a place”
“Even a place can hold a lot of answers. I think for this session you can take a visit back home. Take your time but I don’t want you to come back until you do” Hell yeah. That can be days, weeks, mon- “Never mind. I will give you till this weekend to do that” She rushes me to the door and I couldn’t even talk back as the door meets my face. What just happened? There is no way in hell I can do that this weekend. I let that go to the back of my mind. It's Tuesday and I still have 3 days until then, I will figure something out before then. I drive down to my house and see Wanda playing with Lydia on the ground.
“She didn’t want to take a nap”
“As long as she is not crying and grumpy” And no she was not. “Ready to go?” Wanda nods, placing Lydia in her car seat. “Where are we going anyways?”
“It's a surprise” This surprise didn’t last long. As soon as we parked right infront of it and she took one look at my face waiting for my reaction I knew I guessed right. How could she have kept this a secret? Does everyone in the tower know about this? She didn’t even give any sign of it.
“The doctor will be right in” The kind nurse said, closing the door as she left the room we were in.
“When did you find out?” She was laying on the bed calmly as possible
“3 weeks ago. I felt a little change the day I found out. Mine is not normal like everyone else but I decided that I wanted to enjoy it my way.” Lydia was looking around the dark room, surprisingly not scared of the dark. Most babies like to see their surroundings and get uncomfortable in the darkness.
“Does everyone know?” She shakes her head. A big grin appears in her face as she pulls out her phone.
“I want to do a reveal to everyone and I am going to need your help” I gave her a quick nod before the doctor appeared.
“Well let's check how the baby is doing” I look over to Wanda and for a moment I black out. I feel like the one who should be nervous is her, not me. She is having a baby. A human being is growing inside of her and she is going to be a great mother. That was the whole reason she wanted to spend more time with Lydia. That sneaky little thing. “The baby is doing great. Great heartbeat, strong” Wanda smiles proudly like if she had gotten an A in a project “ You are 18 weeks as of yesterday and you know what that means?” She can’t calculate dates right. “We can find out the gender today” She grabs my hands shaking it with excitement
“Can you write it in an envelope, keeping it a secret?” She really wanted to go all out on this which I don’t blame her. Now that I see how much she craves this I am starting to get excited too.
“Of course. Go ahead and change and the nurse upfront will have that for you” We thank the doctor before he leaves. Wanda changes and all the car ride home her smile still doesn’t fade.
“I want those confetti twisty things and this” She shows me her phone real quick so I can go back to focusing on the road. “ The color smoke for pictures” Her smile and picture showing didn’t stop until we were in the tower. She wanted it to be a surprise for everyone else. The envelope was saved in Lydias car seat pocket. “Vis is lunch ready?” Wanda screams walking out the elevator to the kitchen. That seems like a queue for Lydia to start crying. I didn’t want to disturb anyone so I walked towards the old room I stayed in. I close the door and take Lydia out of her car seat.
“Wanda and Vis are finishing lunch so no bottle until then okay?” I tried to calm her down but nothing was working. I changed her diaper and even tried playing with her toy but nothing helped.
“Miss Y/L/N. Wanda says you can come to lunch now” I thank Jarvis and god. Hopefully food helps calm her down. And it did. Atleast for some time, she went back to crying after eating.
“Did you change her already?” I nod “Play with her?” I nod “Maybe she needs another bottle” Tony was about to get up but I shake my head
“She just ate. That will upset her stomach” I don’t know how parents do this. “She has been missing her naps but everytime if I put her down she refuses to sleep”
“Well try again” What else can I do right? I excuse myself and take her to the room again. I read her a book but her crys are still going. I try to rock her to some music but she doesn’t stop crying. Maybe she is sick? I place her in the bed surrounded by pillows and I go into the bathroom. I know I could just go with Bruce to get her checked but a thermostat can help much faster. Bingo, the baby has a fever. Tony orders some medicine for her as I begin to run her a bath. The cries stop but I can tell she is exhausted.
“Just go to sleep. A good sleep will help you a ton” After a couple minutes of nothing. Her just staring at the wall will I talk to her like she was going to respond. I take her out and just put her diaper on.
“Here's the medicine” I thank Tony. He leaves me while I give her the necessary dose and there goes the cries again.
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Description
You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course, as one of the most successful lawyers in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.
Chapter 9:
I don’t know what time I fell asleep yesterday. With all the cries and the temperature not going down I panicked and maybe knocked myself out after her cries had stopped. Wait. Where is she? I ran out of my room and out to the main floor. “Hey. Don’t freak out she is in Bruce's lab” Why? I rush over just to come to a stop right at the door. I looked over and the clock said 10. In the morning? What the hell.
“Having a kid is like being hung over sometimes. You don’t remember something when things were rough with them the night before” Clint's words made me feel a little better. I should have stayed up and with her the whole night.
“You stayed with her the whole night” I hear Wanda’s voice beside me. “Her temperature was going down and she fell asleep. An hour or so later she started throwing up” Yeah I can remember that. That was the first time in a long time that I had frozen. After the shock and as soon as Lydia stopped throwing up I went to find Bruce. With another few throw ups and the fever coming back up Bruce told me she had an ear infection. The medicine was prescriped but I couldn't pick it up until this morning. So all last night she was awake and crying. And if she wasn’t crying she was throwin up and right after throwing up she was crying again. She didn’t even want to take her bottle. “You knocked out around 4 in the morning after she was asleep. Bucky took you to lay down”
“Has she taken her medicine?” Wanda nods. I haven’t spoken to Bucky since that night I went to apologise. Havent seen him since either. We spoke for a couple minutes before Wanda knocked on the door and said she needed to leave.
“He stayed with her since you left. The only time he left her side was when he left to pick up her medicine” Now she was feeling better. She was in Bucky’s arms eating some bananas.
“Don’t beat yourself about it. It's not like there is a rule book on how to take care of a baby. Trust me if there was one I would have been their number one fan” We laugh at Clint. “I know her grandparents are on their way but have you ever thought about keeping her?” honestly no. Lydia is a wonderful baby and I distance myself from her but I would be lying if I said she wasn’t the reason I didn’t feel alone. I only spent a full day with her and another couple but during that time she has put me in situations I felt I needed at the time.
“No. Who knows what will happen. I take the long run on this one” I open the glass door and walk towards the two. “Hey” I kneel down in-front of them as Lydia takes notice she reaches her arms out to me but Bucky hold her back
“Yeah no. It's your turn to take a shower” I moved my eyes to where he was looking and my shirt and pants had dried throw up on it. I can’t stand the smell of cheese but I could sleep through throw up being all over me?
“Fine” I roll my eyes walking out the door. “Were yall going to tell me I have throw up all over me?” I say to Clint and Wanda who were now in the kitchen island eating something. They both shake their heads laughing. I make my way over to take a shower. Took a quick 10 minute shower but I would be lying to you if I didn’t feel disgusted at the thought of smelling like throw up. I probably still smelled like it. I changed and once I walked out the door I was surprised to see the sight in front of me.
“She fell asleep right after her bottle” Lydia was fast asleep surrounded by pillows while Bucky stood at the end of the bed
“Thank you” I didn’t know what to say. So I just turned around and started packing her bag so as soon as she woke we could leave.
“Are you going to keep her?” Why does he care? Maybe he was just trying to make conversation to not make it weird and maybe I am an asshole for thinking this but he doesn’t have to be here anymore.
“I am not planning to” It’s as simple as that.
“What if the plan changes?”
“Then I guess I will deal with it then” I shrug really wanting the conversation to be over. But now that the awkward silence has me reconsidering it.
“So about that night” Fuck. Now I really want to go back to the other conversation. “I never meant to put that pressure on you. I was angry, full of rage and that was wrong on my part”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Wanda was right, you don’t accept apologies.” That made my head turn. “She said you don’t accept gratefulness or apologies. There are rare occasions when you use your manners too” oh fuck you. “And when you do, you don’t mean it”
“You got a Y/N 101 from Wanda?” I wasn’t pissed but I wasn’t happy eithier. I don’t mind people having their ideas of me, good or bad I don’t care. But when someone comes up to me and tells me in my face how I am I tend to get defensive.
“Yes. I needed to know if you were truly sorry about your apology” This asshole. “Wanda said if you apologise for something you were truly sincere” calm down. I close my eyes not wanting to do anything out of anger. How dare he go and try to find out if I was truly honest? He should have taken it up with himself to believe me or not.
“Okay” I didn’t want to start an argument with the guy.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure Tinman”
“Do you want to go on a date?”
“With you?” oh shit “I didn’t mean it that way” Fuck you. I saw him walk towards me and my body froze. My eyes are looking for an escape but I can’t come up with one.
“I haven’t been on a date in a long time, if I am being honest I am still learning about my feelings and how to deal with them” He grabs both my hands in his eyes and can’t seem to peel at the sight of it.
“Is this a new therapy thing she has you doing?” I hear a slight chuckle but he shakes his head.
“She mentioned going out with friends and before you say anything, no. When I first saw you I felt a gravitational pull towards you, and call me crazy but that was enough for me to know that in my mind we could be something other than friends” Best friends? Super friends! Get it? Because he is a super soldier? “I didn’t know how to come to you at first but if I don’t give it a try now than I might never get to it”
“Even after I caused you pain? Made you angry and tried to sabotage your orders?” I am not going to deny it made me blush. I thought after everything he would not hate me but dislike me that after the whole protecting me was over he would not even give me a second glance.
“I am willing to give it a try after all of that” that is stupid. How does he know I won’t do it again? “You had your motive behind them and I hope after getting to know eachother things will be alright.” I look up to meet his eyes. Oh honey you don’t know anything. My mind is telling me to remove my hands from his hold. Look away from his eyes. Make my heart steady to his touch. I am not one to do this with. I am no good. I will only break his and my own heart at the end. I am unstable. Maybe that is why I felt that connection with him in the first place. God knows I don’t know how to deal with my feelings either.
“Will I be responsible if things go wrong?” I was giving him a chance to run. Take back his words and hopefully only depart on a happy note. But my heart wants more. Maybe I should be brave enough like him. “I can’t promise you anything.”
“I am not asking you to promise me anything. I am just taking a risk at this” a risk. A risk is taken when you are doing something unsure, dangerous, unplanned, a ticking time bomb, like me.
“Ok”
A/N: why’s have I never seen this?!!!. So adorable.
Anyways I feel like this story is coming to an end. I don’t know if chapter ten will be the last or maybe it will be a couple more chapters but am stuck. Have no idea where to go. Maybe the story will end and I will post some chapters of the future as not part of the story like, if they get married or kids, i dont know.
Wow wow wow! Oh My God! I love it! I love it so much! it’s so romantic! and so sweet! You did a great job. Your story has great descriptions and it’s full of emotions! You are amazing! Thank you so much for your participation.
~Greetings from Panda Squad. 🐼❤️
Commander of his heart ~ James Barnes x Reader romantic one shot
Words: 1400
A/N: It’s just some fluffy/romantic story for my lovely Pandas & their challenge! @thepaperpanda
Summary: Action takes place before events from World War II. Bucky & Reader have a romantic dinner, but what happens later make Reader happy like never before.
You put on red dress to your knees and black high hills. You make your hair into a braid and check yourself in a mirror for one last time. Smokey eyes, red lips, contoured eyebrows. You can admit you look sexy. You also hope HE’S GONNA LIKE IT.
You are ready for your date with the most incredible and interesting man you know. James Barnes.
You arrive on the place before the time. You are a perfectionist and you are always on the time.
You have a long black coat on you, it’s a chilly evening on Brooklyn.
When you hear footsteps nearby, your muscles tense.
It only deepens when a pair of familiar hands is placed on your shoulders.
“Excuse me, ma'am, you got lost?” Strong voice whispers straight into your ear.
You feel a shiver running down your spine, and you smile in the darkness of the street.
“Maybe. Do you want to help me find a proper way?” You reach your hand back to stroke his nape.
You hear him purring deeply.
“Your ask is my command, ma'am,” he giggles softly turning you around to face him.
And you melt within a second only by looking him in the eyes.
James is ao handsome and you literally can’t take your eyes of him.
He has short dark hair, but they look so fluffy.
His eyes are in the color of a stormy ocean.
And that smile on his lips…
You feel little weakness in your knees, fortunately he offers you his arm.
“Shall we, doll?” His voice is so deep and you can’t resist, you nod.
“With a pleasure, handsome.”
He takes you to a cosy restaurant.
You’ve been there few times before, and you’re glad he picked this place.
He’s a real gentleman.
First, he takes your coat and his own jacket, he carries them to the cloakroom.
Subsequently, James moves chair backwards for you a bit and push it gently forward shortly after.
He takes a seat in front of you, on the opposite side of the table, that mischievous smile is still present on his lips.
After the waiter took your orders, you smirk at Barnes.
“You look fabulous,” James says, and you know he’s telling the truth.
You blush.
“Thank you, Buck…” In this moment your voice is as soft and quiet as a warm summer breeze.
The waiter brings a bottle of the most expensive champagne.
Bucky waves his hand briefly to give man a signal to go away, so waiter nod and disappears between other guests.
“I’m happy you agreed to meet with me,” he’s still smiling and with every second your heart is melting faster.
You’re playing with lock of your hair playfully.
“How could I say ‘no’, huh?” You wink at him.
Bucky laughs audibly sipping on his champagne. He reaches for your hand above the table and you both tangle fingers together.
Your heart’s skipping a beat strongly in your chest.
“I’ve never met someone like you before, Y/N,” Bucky’s eyes are glistening in the light of lamps hanging under the ceiling. “You’re the best. Smart and beautiful, and yet so shy,” brunette lowers his tone, “it turnes me on.”
He teases the bottom of your hand and you can’t help but chuckle softly.
“Oh, Bucky!” You raise your glass. “To us.”
“To us,” he repeats, then sips his alcohol to the bottom.
The dinner goes amazing.
You both are happy by spending time with each other. You talk and laugh, enjoying meals.
When the orchestra starts playing the waltz, Bucky gets up and asks you to dance.
He has his strong arms wrapped around your waist while one of your hands is placed on his shoulder, and other on the chest.
You nuzzle you cheek to his neck.
“It feels amazing, Bucky,” you whisper. “Thank you for all of this.”
You hear him breathing out loudly.
“No need to thank me. It’s you who made my evening the most wonderful ever.”
Barnes is rocking with you in his muscular arms to the rhythm of the music.
You can give everything to make this moment never end.
You close your eyes and inhale his scent.
He smells splendidly. It’s a mix of nice perfumes, sipped alcohol, cigarettes and something more, which you can’t name, but somewhere in the back of your head this smell is associated with freedom and sense of security.
You both are like that for few next minutes, until the song is over.
Then he leads you back to your table. You end dinner and another bottle of champagne.
“It’s getting late, my dear,” you say with sadness. “I have to go back home. I start work earlier tomorrow, besides I bet you also want to rest a bit before next day on duty, don’t you, soldier?” You slip hand under your chin to rest it on your palm.
Bucky gives a small nod.
“You’re absolutely right, doll. Let’s go.”
You both get outside.
The night is cold, little cloudlets of vapor are exhaled with every word you speak.
“You live close enough so we can take a walk there,” Bucky suggests and you eagerly agree.
He offers you his arm and you take it.
He chooses the walk by the promenade at the Hudson river. You both are walking slowly holding hands.
“I’m so glad we’re together, Bucky,” you say openly when you stop for a while to look at the river illuminated with city lights. “You know, I’ve never had a real relationship. My friends were warning me of you. But I didn’t listen.”
He wraps arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him.
“I’m glad, too. My girl is the most adorable doll in the whole world,” he leans down to you and crushes his lips on yours. He tastes wonderful. You give kiss back.
Bucky looks you deep in the eyes.
“You came down on me like summer rain, wearing nothing but your love Y/N. The shivers I get when you call my name, can’t explain this, Y/N.”
You feel like tears are forming in the corners of your eyes, and one of the run down your rosy cheek. James wipes it with thumb.
Oh, you are so in love with this guy!
“I want to see every sunrise in your eyes, Y/N. I want to see every sunset on your smooth skin,” Bucky caresses your cheeks gently, then he places next lovingly kiss on your lips.
You wrap arms around his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss.
“You’ve changed my life, Buck.”
He smirks and laughs subtly.
Suddenly he takes two steps backwards.
“Bucky?” You ask confused.
The familiar smile is still present on his lips when he reaches to the internal pocket of his jacket. He pulls a little square box, and it’s when your heart stops.
Since that moment you feel like you’d be watching the movie in slow motion.
“BUCKY,” you cover your mouth seeing how man slowly kneels down on one knee.
He opens the box and you can see a beautiful ring with a crystal in your favorite color, namely red.
“We’ve been through a lot for last year, Y/N. You mean a world to me. I want to have you by my side forever. Beside, every soldier needs a commander of heart. Will you grant me this honor and will you marry me, Y/N?”
You feel how your knees get weak, but you manage to keep yourself in a place.
“Bucky… Of course! Of course, my love!”
You give him your hand and he places the ring on your finger. You pull hand to your face to look at it.
“Oh God.. Bucky.. The ring is resplendent! You shouldn’t have…”
He doesn’t let you end your sentence giving you a long passionate kiss.
You purred into it happily.
Bucky accompanies you to your flat to make sure you are safe.
You stand in front of your doors, and you find a courage in yourself. Well. Bucky is now your fiancé, so why not?!
“Will you stay the nigh” You bite your lower lip looking shyly at him, but when you notice sparks in his blue eyes, you’re sure you made a good decision.
“With a pleasure, Y/N,” he responds.
You both get to your flat. You lock the door.
You good know it’s gonna be the best night of your life.
Bucky Barnes || Nsft Alphabet
Author: Beast Request: @a-happy-wolf
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
It’s hard to believe but Bucky loves cuddles. He craves the touch of his partner, years in the ice were enough alone to him. He gladly kisses wherever he can reach, he caresses your body, he whispers words of love right into your ear.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Bucky loves big booty. He’s happy when he can squeeze and massage your butt, he always gives it a lot of attention during a foreplay.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)
Barnes likes to cum right onto your face, to see the blissful desire into your eyes when you swallow his semen. It’s his favorite part of getting a blowjob.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Bucky has had a lot of women in his entire life, yet you’re the only one he trusts the most, so it’s not a big deal to him to get tied by you, it actually makes him hard within a second.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Bucky is experienced as fuck, though a lot of partners he used to have (yes, they were not only a women after all.)
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
James love doggy style, though he doesn’t mind something rather more classical like missionary or spoons. But fucking you from behind gives him an amazing opportunity to caress you booty, isn’t it? ☺
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Bucky is serious in bed.
H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Bucky’s chest is clean shaved, yet he always takes care to leave the happy trail. He knows you love it.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Bucky can get very romantic at time when two of you are together in bed. He’ll whisper into your ear, he’ll take it all slow, only to make you experience something sensual, that man likes to make his partner happy and satisfied.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation head canon)
He is rough to himself, he squeezes his balls tightly, same goes to his shaft. He almost always uses his metal limb to masturbate himself, it gives him better sensations when metal meets warm flesh of his cock.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
He simply loves to be called “daddy” or “soldier”. And he is crazy about you wearing skirts.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Bucky basically can have sex anywhere, anytime, he just has to have mood on such things.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Your beautiful body drives him crazy. He loves to watch your curves when you take shower or when you switch clothes. The way you talk to him sometimes drives him crazy as well. And, of course, sometimes he just want to piss Wilson off. ☺
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Everything containing hurting you, like beating is out of his list.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Barnes simply loves both, giving and receiving. The power he gets when you’re on your knees, sucking him off, is overwhelming and he adores to have it.
But also, he loves to have power over you when his skilled tongue rolls over your clit when he licks your pussy with his eyes on you.
P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
He’s very fast and rough, yet he can get more calm when needed.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Bucky will gladly take those when there’s no time for proper sex.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Experiment is his second name though. Bucky loves to get wild, no matter where he is. It can be a church nor parking lot, it all doesn’t matter as long as you’re by his side to fulfill his wishes.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Prepare yourself for 3 to 5 rounds of pure, wild sex, without a break.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Bucky has few vibrators for you but the main toy he uses on you is his bionic arm, and it can do amazing things to your craving body. He also uses it on himself.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
When you both are out, be sure that he will try to slip his hands beneath your skirt/dress or that he will spank your butt, whispering how much he would love to stretch you with his fingers and cock.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Bucky mostly grunts but he can get pretty loud, moaning your name and cursing.
W = Wild Card (Get a random head canon for the character of your choice)
Bucky will never admit it but he is shy of getting undressed right in front of you. Of course, his body is well-chiseled, yet he still is unsure of himself, though he will try to hide it under his poker face. He thinks you don’t like his hips and butt.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
His length is big and thick. His balls as well. It’s a side effect of the serum he used to get when he was turning into the Winter Soldier. The main vain that runs under his shaft is easily palpable when you stroke him. It can get hard for you to wrap hand around his shaft when he gets erected.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
His sex drive is oh so high. He’ll gladly get laid whenever he can.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Though your sex is exhausting, Bucky will quickly cuddle you and fall asleep, still whispering some incomprehensible words of love right into your ear.
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