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fluffysucker · 5 months

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Battered and Bruising.

Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU) Boxer/Biker! Bucky Barnes x Chef! Reader Part of the Miss Americana & The heartbreak Prince. AKA Bucky and his princess ALL ONESHOTS CAN BE READ AS STAND-ALONE

You received a distressing phone call.

Written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female. Likes, comments, reblogs are VERY VERY highly appreciated. Opinions really matter to me.

Also I'm very bad at describing places. Please forgive me. Hope it's clear to picture.

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You couldn't sit still. You kept squirming and fuzzing in the taxi's seat. You were sure the driver was giving you dirty looks, afraid you would wear down the material of his vehicle. But you couldn't care. You were close to biting your nails off. You were so worried. Anxiety filling your body like the darkness of the sky at midnight. Tension running through your muscles and veins like water in oceans.

It was supposed to be a normal day. just like any other.

You woke up to the feeling of soft kisses on your neck and strong arms wrapping tightly around you, pulling you closer than you were already. Sweet words filling your ears with your boyfriend's sleepy voice.

You lived for mornings like this, which is why you wouldn't be able to recall the last time you woke up alone in bed. It was either your place or his. A drawer in each of your dressers is now officially dedicated to the other's stuff. Pieces of each of you were spread at each other's homes. Because you became each other's home. Bucky was itching to ask you to move in together, but he was waiting for the right time.

After the blissful morning you shared together at Bucky's place with breakfast and your joint getting-ready routine, you left to start the day. It was a big bonus that both of your workplaces were separated by a wall. It gave you both a lot more time to spend together. Not only did you get to arrive and leave together, but you also got the chance to sneak in and see each other whenever you liked. You were lucky.

The minute you stepped in, you had so many things to do. Customers were following your tail as you walked in. Your business was growing, and you could never complain. As the day carried on, you got busier and busier. However, that didn't stop you from checking the time every now and then, so you didn't miss it. You would be sad if you did.

So when it reached five o'clock, you were throwing your apron off and leaving the restaurant. Ten minutes wouldn't hurt anybody.

You opened the gym's door and greeted MJ, who will be taking on the receptionist role since Peter was going with them tonight. You reminded yourself to stop by and drop off some food for her in a couple of hours. Maybe even a dessert.

Once you walked into the main area, your eyes were scanning the place for the person you came for.

"He is the locker room." You turned around as you heard Sam's voice.

"We could have left an hour early, but he refused. I wonder why." The smirk on Sam's face was big. Of course, he knew why Bucky didn't want to leave earlier than he told you.

"Have a good day, Sam." You walked towards the locker room with a smile on your face.

Bucky and the others had their own locker rooms other than the ones for the regular gym attendees. It was the one in the very back. Bucky chose it for privacy reasons. And since you got together, he had been enjoying this choice more and more.

As you were about to knock on the door, it was opened by Steve, who was walking out. A smirk, just like Sam's, found its place on his face as he saw you. Both men enjoyed watching their best friend being so head over heels in love, who was making them all wait for you because he never wanted to see the somber look on your face like he saw it once when he left before you stopped by. Never again. Everything could wait for you.

Steve stepped aside, letting you get in, and closed the door to give you both the time you needed.

Your boyfriend had his back to you as he was zipping up his duffle bag. But your sugary perfume and the smell of hours of cooking made him turn around. He would never miss your unique scent. the one that put him at ease and soothed his being.

"Hey, princess." He started walking towards you, and you met in the middle.

"Hey, you." You wrapped your arms around his neck and reached up to give him a peck on the lips.

"All ready?" You asked, keeping your arms around him.

"Yeah. Did the final training. Had a shower. Got everything I needed. We are ready to go." His arms were around your waist now.

"You are going to be so great. You are always the best." You gave him another peck.

"Just want one last thing." You looked at him, ready to help with whatever he needed.

"My good luck." Bucky easily lifted you up of your feet, kissing you passionately.

This is your routine now. Whenever Bucky had a fight, you would show up and wish him good luck before he left. He hadn't lost one since.

You were happy with this routine. Bucky was still strongly against you ever watching him fight; while you disagreed, you knew it was his choice, and you respected that. So you enjoyed whatever he gave you.

In return, Bucky let you in more. He brought you to some of the team gatherings and hangouts. He wasn't surprised when your sweet self managed to win all his friends over. They loved you. Who could ever meet you and not love you? Bucky certainly wasn't the one to answer this. And you loved them. Your ability and capacity to love everyone didn't exclude the rough people he thought of as family.

While he refused to let you anywhere near the brutality he called a job, Bucky learned to compromise. So he started opening up. He started telling you about his days, fights, and sometimes opponents more. He knew you worried a lot about him and about the stuff he never shared. So he was trying to find common ground. And if wishing him good luck before every fight was going to put your mind in the littlest of ease, Bucky could do that.

And that was the last time you saw him for the day.

Bucky told you pits and pieces about his opponent today, but nothing much. All you knew was that Bucky was training hard, and he spent lots of late nights at the gym. Some nights, you would close your restaurant and then join him and watch as he trained. Any support you could provide him with, you weren't going to hesitate. even as little as keeping his company.

Your worry about his well-being during the fights was growing each time. It grew with your love for him. And you were madly in love with him.

You busied yourself in the kitchen, letting your emotions under control while you went from recipe to recipe and from dish to dish as you waited for Bucky's text.

Another thing Bucky picked up doing to help ease your nerves was texting you right after the fight. Usually, he would tell me that he was fine and what he was doing after. Whether he was staying and going to Nat's bar or coming back to you, You only joined them in the after-fight victory parties a number of times. Usually, only when the fights were easy. Because parties after big fights weren't just for the team. There would be lots of outsiders, other boxers, and teams. You knew Bucky wouldn't be comfortable if you were there.

So you waited for him. He preferred your place after these kinds of days. You would have a meal ready in the fridge for reheating. The bathroom would be filled with soap and water. Clean, silky-smooth sheets would be in place, covering the bed. everything to help him relax. And you checked on everything before you left for his place last night.

The only thing you had to do now was wait for his text.

But it never came. Instead, you received a very distressing phone call.

That was what led you to where you are right now. Your mind racing, your knuckles white around your bag, and your leg bouncing up and down in the backseat of the taxi.

Stark's property was huge. You couldn't miss it, even if you wanted to. It made sense why it would be so deep into the city. It took a very large space that only such locations offered. The street was all dark except for the neon lights with the name Stark above the entrance. Other than that, it was nearly black.

You were able to work out the figure standing under the lights right next to the entrance. He was pacing back and forth on the pavement. You paid the driver once he stopped as you got out of the cab.

"Peter, what is going on?" With quick steps, you were standing right in front of the young man.

"Is he okay?" The slight shake in your voice was obvious. The question had been haunting you ever since Peter called and didn't answer it the first time.

"Yes," Peter replied, already seeing the worry all over your face.

"Physically, at least." Peter continued. Because if Bucky was okay, why were you here?

Before you could ask any more questions, Peter led you in. The bouncers at the door let you in immediately as they saw Peter. The inside of the place was nothing like the outside. It was loud, bright, and full of people. There were small food trucks, side bars, merchandise stations, and everything. You could see different kinds of sports and entertainment exercises scattered all over the place, with people around. However, the main area of the property was occupied by a huge boxing ring. It had the most people around it. There are lots of people.

You couldn't inspect more of the place as Peter was rushing the both of you to the back area. It was very clear since you got in here that you didn't belong at all. Your choice of outfit and aura were making you stand out among the sea of people. Peter put his hand around the small of your back, respectively, to guide you through the place. He was trying to get you inside as fast as possible. He wasn't as intimidating as Bucky or some of the others. And if anything happened to you, even as little as a snarky comment, Peter couldn't imagine the wrath he would have to endure. To say Peter was panicking would be an understatement.

The breath of relief Peter let out as you entered the back area was audible. The back area was similar to the one in the gym but much larger and busier. Peter led you to the one room in the back, which you suspected was the largest in the place. He opened the door for you, and you had to close your eyes for a second from the contrast of the lightning. The back area was dimly lit, while the locker room was bright white. You got used to the lights, then looked around to find everybody in here.

As Peter walked you in, you could feel the high tension in the room. The first thing that caught your eye was bleeding Peter Quill and Thor. You didn't know Peter Quill that well; you only met him when you met the team and never passed the greetings stage, but you were more familiar and friendly with Thor. And the sight of both big men holding their noses to stop the bleeding, with bruises forming on their faces, was troubling. Lots of the others were trying to help them.

Only did you take your eyes away when Peter kept moving further into the room until you noticed the small room separated from the big one with a door. You found Sam and Bruce talking beside the door. Peter came to a stop when you reached both men.

"Thank God you are here." Sam spoke quickly as he laid eyes on you.

"Sam, what is going on?" Up to now, you had no idea why you were here. Peter rushed you in and then brought you here with no explanation. You could feel your nerves starting to burn from anxiety.

Before Sam could say anything, a sound of something breaking coming from behind the door rang through the place. You shared eye contact with Sam for seconds, and you started to form an idea about what was happening.

You stepped towards Sam, indicating that you wanted to get inside. Sam looked at you, and you gave him a nod to assure him, and he nodded back. Sam turned and knocked on the door.

You flinched, from surprise, as your boyfriend's angry voice echoed around, shouting that he didn't want to see anyone.

However, the door was unlocked, and Steve stood in the doorframe. You couldn't read the hard expression on his face. But his eyebrows softened slightly when he saw you.

The shouting from your boyfriend made everyone wince in their places. You stepped forward to take Sam's place and stood in front of Steve, determination in your eyes.

Steve signed before he moved aside to let you in, closing the door with the three of you.

The room was small. You thought maybe it was for medical purposes, if needed. But you didn't have the time or mind to pay any attention to your new surroundings.

Your boyfriend was sitting on a chair, his head in his hands, grabbing his hair tightly between his fingers, and his breath was short and angry. Brokrn stuff and objects were scattered all around the room.

"Bucky." You called for him softly to make your presence known.

His head shot up. His eyes were red, bruises were all over his face, and his breath got angrier.

"You called her?" His voice was quiet, but it was deep, hiding many emotions.

"You called my girl?" He stood up, keeping his eyes on Steve, not looking at you at all.

"You brought my girl here?" His breath was getting shorter, with every word coming out as a growl.

"Bucky.." You tried to speak and find the right words to say so it wouldn't escalate.

"You made her come here all by herself and walk in here?" He started walking towards you and Steve.

"YOU BROUGHT HER HERE TONIGHT." Bucky shouted, his angry voice ringing in the small room.

Out of instinct, Steve stepped forward to stand in front of Bucky, keeping you behind him.

That seemed to snap Bucky out of the spell he was in. His red eyes are now coated with hurt. His breath stopped for a moment. Frozen in his place, he couldn't help but think of it. Did Steve think he would hurt you? Did Steve think he needed to protect you from him? Did Steve think that even in this state, he would cause you any harm?

It felt like a knife driven deep into his heart. Betrayal from his best friend, who brought you here against all his wishes, and then thought you needed a shield to be in the same room with him.

But no, that wasn't why Steve did it. He didn't want you to see Bucky lose his temper like he did numerous times tonight. Steve couldn't remember whose idea it was to call you, but he could remember the collective agreement that approved of the suggestion. All aware of the effect you have on the boxer. So Steve expected, like the others, that once you walked in and his best friend saw you, all the insanity that was tonight would come to an end.

But Steve should have known better. Bringing you in here would only make Bucky madder, and you would get to see a version of your boyfriend that Bucky tried so hard to keep from you. Steve regretted agreeing to bring you here.

The tension in the room got thicker. The only sound was the heavy breathing of the three of you. You weren't able to see the look on Steve's face, but Bucky's expression was crystal clear.

"Steve, can you give us a minute?" You stepped away from behind Steve, so you could be in Bucky's eyesight.

Steve turned to you with an unsure look on his face, and you immediately rubbed his shoulder to assure him you knew what you were doing.

Steve nodded and left the room silently. Now, it was just the two of you.

While Bucky looked anywhere but you, his eyes moving all over the room, you finally got to look at him. He was in a pair of black sweatpants, his chest left bare, making all the bruises and cuts on his upper body exposed to your eyes.

You signed, your heart breaking at the sight of your boyfriend battered like this. But it wasn't his physical pain that you were only worried about.

Bucky's eyes finally moved to look at you as you put your bag on the nearest table and started to move around, looking for something.

Bucky was confused. He wanted to ask you what you were doing, but he couldn't find it in himself to talk to you. Too many emotions are tormenting him.

Your little, quiet squeals told him you found what you wanted. You moved towards him with the first-aid kit in hand.

You grabbed the closest chair and positioned it in front of the chair, which Bucky was previously sitting on, and pulled a small table closer as well, where you put the first aid kit and started to empty its contents.

"You will catch lots of infections if you don't get the wounds clean." You spoke when you noticed that Bucky was standing still in his place.

"And God knows you become a big baby when you get sick." You joked. You tried to lighten the mood. to tell him that you were here to help. You weren't judging him. You would never judge him.

And he heard you. So, he came and sat back in the chair in front of you. This time, he sat with his back straight so you could patch him up.

You sat in silence, but there was so much hanging in the air between you. You didn't want to push him. You knew he would start talking when he felt ready.

"Who called you?" And he did.

"Does it matter?" You didn't look at him, sticking to cleaning his wounds.

"To me, yes." He regretted raising his voice immediately, even when you didn't move.

"You shouldn't be here." He continued when he knew he wouldn't get an answer from you.

"But I am." You looked up at him.

"And I want to." Finally, your eyes have met since you got here.

"Don't you see it? the damage I'm capable of doing. the chaos I can create. the pain I put others through. The mess I am."

Today's game was cruel, to say the least. Bucky's opponent played dirty. So dirty, that wasn't against the rules. Because this was never mentioned in any rule book. Mental hits.

Bucky's opponent not only studied Bucky's style and techniques so well, but he did some research as well. So, he would be able to defeat Bucky's strength. And he did.

The second he knew Bucky was winning, he ran his mouth nonstop. He brought up stuff that should never again be brought into the ring. Family stuff. Bucky's life before boxing, the team and their families.

It was shocking. Bucky almost lost his footing once or twice. Was this allowed? Well, it wasn't prohibited. Bucky tried to keep his head straight and not focus on the words coming from the man in front of him. However, it was getting harder and harder as the man kept getting more personal.

Until his opponent mentioned your restaurant's name, Every little drop of blood in Bucky's body ran cold. The noise around him became an annoying ring in his ears. And the opponent took his chance and started landing his punches.

Bucky was trying to regain his composure, but the man's words and punches didn't stop. He was talking nonsense about your restaurant, but he made a mistake that he never estimated.

"I heard you got soft because of that place and wanted to know why. I will tell you what. I would go soft for an adorable thing like her. What a shame that you are the only one who gets to ruin her."

That was the nail in the man's coffin.

Bucky was unstoppable. A monster. a beast with no restraints. You weren't a subject to bring into such a rotten place, and that man was going to pay for even thinking you could be involved in this circus.

Bucky only stopped when he heard the whistle and the referee breaking them apart. Bucky knew that if he didn't stop, he would have to face a penalty of sorts. So he did. But the mental troll has already happened.

The team was taken aback by Bucky's actions once they got out of the lights. They saw him angry after fights before. But this was different. He had lost his mind, and he wasn't willing to talk or tell anybody what happened. And he was getting worse by the second that they had to lock him in the medical room so nobody more would get hurt. They had no clue what to do.

And desperate times call for desperate measures.

So here he was, shame and guilt eating him as you were, once again, showing him kindness he had never encountered before.

"I never wanted you to see that."

"I didn't want you to think that I could hurt you."

"Bucky.."

"I would never hurt you, I swear."

His voice got smaller with each word. It was why he never wanted you anywhere near this. so you wouldn't get scared and run away. So you wouldn't see what he looked like when he lost control. And today, he did, and you saw it.

The opponent's voice is still ringing in his ears. He was ruining you. Everyone could see it. You being here just proved it. Because if it hadn't been for him, you would have never stepped a foot in here. Maybe he was already hurting you.

"Bucky." Tears were starting to form in your eyes. You put the stuff down and put your hand on his cheek.

"You can never hurt me. Never."

It was painful to hear the person who became your source of safety and security, the one you relied on the most, think like this.

"The only person you are hurting is yourself, and I can't stand by and watch." It was time you told him the truth.

"You need to stop living these two versions of yourself. You need to stop hiding from me."

"I love you, Bucky. I love you more than I have loved anything in my life. I knew who you were when we met, and it didn't change anything. I still got to fall in love with you."

"Nothing you do is going to change that. I know you think that I won't be able to handle it, but I will, and I want to know. all of it. Everything."

"I don't want you to feel like you have to hide parts of yourself from me. like you have to be someone else. I love everything about you and everything that made you."

"I want you to be able to share stuff and talk about your day freely without thinking too much about it, without keeping parts that you think I won't like."

"I want to sit in the front row and cheer for my boyfriend as he beats people up. I want to get to brag about my strong man." That brought a small laugh from the both of you.

"Nothing is ever going to make me leave or hate you. Nothing. So whatever you think is going to drive me away, it won't. Never."

You meant every word you said. You didn't want to be in a one-sided relationship where Bucky felt like he couldn't be himself. No, you wanted to be his safe place. You wanted to be the person he came to, and poured his heart out. You wanted to take care of him. You wanted him to let you love him. all of him.

"I love you so much that I won't care if you turn out to be a secret assassin."

"You won't?"

"I will bring you the knives in the kitchens."

Bucky thought he couldn't fall in love with you more than he already was. But he was wrong.

Bucky could feel his eyes getting glassy. All his fears weren't real. You weren't going to run away and leave him. You wanted to do the thing he believed he could never have. You wanted to share his life with him. You were giving him something nobody ever allowed him. to be himself openly.

Bucky never thought he had good luck. It turned out he had all the good luck in you. And he couldn't be happier.

Bucky was glad they called you.

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warriorofthought · 1 year

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A rescue and a ride home

Summary: Imagine biker bucky protecting you and driving you home afterwards

Word count: 1802

Warnings: description of harassment

Biker Bucky x Reader

You have been living in the City for a while now and you work from home. But now you've decided to return to the office for important meetings.

As you are about to walk home after work, you notice two men following you. You are not sure if they are actually following you, so you decide not to take the usual route home and maybe show them where you live but instead you take a longer route back home.

First you change the side street and turn left instead of right. when you look around you realize that they did exactly the same thing.

Slowly you start to get scared and speed up your steps. Then you hear fast footsteps approaching you before you are suddenly grabbed by the hand.

"Hey, pretty, where are you going in such a hurry?"

"let go of me, i'm not interested"

Your heart races and you try to break free. When you manage to do it, you run as fast as you can.

You hear them yelling nasty comments after you as they try to run after you in their drunken state. But because they are drunk, they stumble too often, so you barely escape.

Panicked, you don't pay attention to where you're running. You just run away.

You stop in the middle of a crowd and try to calm down, then you look around and see that the two men seem to have lost sight of you.

You continue to look around and see a small diner in the corner. You decide to go there. Since all the walking has made you thirsty. You go in and order a drink before sitting down on one of the seats in the corner. The dinner is only lightly attended, with a small group sitting at the other end of the room chatting happily.

After that, your drink is brought to you and you quickly pay. As your gaze wanders outside, you notice that you haven't been to this part of town yet. You think that it looks like one of the neighborhoods where your friends have warned you about, that life there is not nice and you definitely shouldn't go there.

You've done a great job of getting yourself into a dangerous situation again.

Just as you are about to take another sip of your drink, there is a sudden loud banging on the window next to you. The two men from earlier look at you with an evil grin. Then they move toward the front door. You choke anxiously on your drink, quickly cough, while looking at the door with wide eyes and shaky hands.

Then they come in through the door, their clumsy steps also catching the attention of the group in the room. They eye the two men skeptically.

You quickly look around the room to find a hiding place, then your eyes fall on the toilets. But before you can get up from your seat, the two men are already by your side. They sit down next to you on both sides and trap you between them.

"Hello, dear you just left so quickly," he tries to brush a strand of hair from your face. You, instead, swat his hand away.

"We weren't done with you yet!"

"It was so rude of you to just leave us standing there," they both nod at you in their agreement.

"Well, you can make it up to us now," with his words he lets his hand travel up over your knee to your thigh before squeezing it. In a state of disgust, you push his hand away. Then you try to push past one of them. Surprised by your sudden act, you make it past them, but just as you are about to take another step away from the table. A hand grabs you and you land on the lap of one of the men.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"

"Don't you know how rude it is not to say goodbye".

"Let go of me!" you give out.

They both chuckle at you.

"Don't you'll fit nicely on my lap,"he purrs into your ear and grins. You try to get up, but his grip only strengthens.

Then the other roughly grabs your face and turns it towards him with a strong pull.

"You should stop struggling so much, you don't want us to get angry, do you dear?"

"Is there a problem here?" a rough voice suddenly rings out and the figure stops in front of the table.

"No, we don't have a problem here," both men say. When you manage to turn your head in the direction of the voice, you see that there are two men standing in front of you. One with blond hair, one with brown hair. The brown haired one seems to have addressed the men. As your gaze lingers on him, you anxiously glance into his blue eyes. You see his face harden, and he nods at the blond.

"You can leave us alone now, we're just having some fun with our little lady".

"Hmm, if you say so," before either man can respond, get one of them a fist to their face and you get pulled off the other's lap and shoved behind the brown-haired one.

"Get lost," the blond growls threateningly.

But the Two Men don't seem to care and try to grab you. Your fingers cling anxiously to the brown-haired one's leather jacket, he gently reaches for your hand and squeezes it before pushing you further back.

Then he grabs one of the men's wrists and turns it around. You flinch as you hear it crack, causing the man to go down whimpering and crying. Horrified, the other looks at his friend before helping him up and both disappear from the dinner in a state of panic.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, you loosen your tight grip around his jacket.

The two men who helped you turn to face you. The brown-haired one grabs you by the shoulders, concerned.

"Are you hurt?” "Injured?" the two of them eye you worriedly.

"I'm fine, thank you, I don't think I'm hurt."

"I'm Bucky " he points to the blond one "and this is my friend Steve".

I nod "I'm Y/N, thanks for helping me".

"How about you join us before you leave, nothing can happen to you there either," Bucky looks at you questioningly.

Slightly nodding your head, Bucky leads you over to the rest of the group. Meanwhile, Steve has ordered a glass of water and brings it to you.

After your hands stop shaking, you decide it's better if you go home now, so you thank Bucky and Steve again and say goodbye to both of them and the rest of the group as well. Before you leave the dinner.

Outside, you keep an eye out for a cab that could take you home safely, but it seems none are driving this late in this area. So you walk.

You turn into a street when the rumble of a motorcycle reaches you. You move out of the way and walk along the side of the road to let the one pass, but it slows down and purrs along beside you. As you raise your head to look at him, your breath catches.

"Bucky," you ask, looking at him and stopping.

He also stops with his motorcycle and turns off the engine. So that you can hear him better

"Do you really think it's a good idea to walk home here alone in the dark, you're all alone. I mean, after what just happened, it's probably a bad idea."

"I was going to take a cab, but there aren't stopping here."

"That's right, they rarely stop here, how about I give you a quick ride?"

"No, thanks, I'll be fine"

"You're not from around here, are you? Then your way home will surely take a long time, so let me give you a short ride and you'll be home faster and safer than if you walk now and probably collide with a group of drunken men"

You nod thoughtfully and then agree with him.

He grins and passes you his helmet. After that he asks you where you live and you tell him your address.

You put on his helmet and swing onto the bike behind him, then he turns the key and starts the engine howling. You tried to hide it, but Bucky saw that you were swallowing hard and your breath was going faster than before. You grabbed his leather jacket by the arms and squeezed tightly, almost making him laugh.

"You need to loosen up or I won't be able to use my arms properly." He grinned, knowing you couldn't see him. It was always obvious when someone was taking their first ride.

"I'm sorry," you murmured, wrapping your hands around his middle. Your grip wasn't gentle, and Bucky grinned to himself, knowing you were desperate to hold onto him.

He lets the engine roar again and you cling to him even tighter.

The ride went by faster, even though it was a long distance, faster than he would have liked, but if he had to choose a highlight, it would be when he tapped your hands at every traffic light, asking you to lose your grip again, only for you to hold on to him again with a strong grip when the light turned green.

He drove on the sidewalk in front of your house, resting in his seat as he turned the engine off.

You step down and hand him back his helmet. Your legs feel like jelly from all the adrenaline rushing through your body, but you grin happily at him. You've had a huge amount of fun on this ride.

"Thanks Bucky, for the ride home".

"You're welcome, you're a very enjoyable passenger" gently and also a bit amusingly he grins at you.

You nod to him again and as you are about to turn towards the door, Bucky speaks up again.

"Y/n, do you think you'd like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?" he asks hesitantly, scratching the back of his neck unsurely.

Surprised, you look at him. " Uh, yeah, sure I would love to"

"Really?" stunned, he looks you in the eye.

"Yeah, I'd love to have dinner with you and get to know you better, or we can just think of it as a way of saying thank you for helping me out today and driving me home."

"I'd prefer the first one, y/n"

You agree with him, grinning.

"Then tomorrow night at seven, if you're not working then?"

"I'm free tomorrow night, seven is fine, see you tomorrow then Bucky. Good night."

"Good night, Y/n, see you tomorrow"

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mrs-barnes-rogers-writes · 4 months

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Mrs Barnes-Rogers Writes Masterlist

A Second Chance Is A Better Chance

Marvel AU

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader; Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega reader; Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch reader; eventual Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega witch reader x ?

Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?

The Fate Of A Fae

Marvel AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: Natasha Romanoff is a meddling, pain in the ass Sprite, who you wrongly thought would leave you alone once you introduced her to your best friend, Darcy. News flash, she doesn’t and she won’t. Not when she thinks you’re a perfect match for two of her best friends. Could she be right? Maybe. Just don’t tell her that.

“Never tell Natasha Romanoff she was right” - Clint Barton

Sometimes Your Soul Family Is The Only Family You Need

Marvel AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: 18 months ago you were a mess but with the help of your close friends you start to rebuild your life. Your soul friendships maybe chaotic but they're your family, just as you're theirs. With one of them about to have a baby, you and your misfit friends are here to visit. But will you stay? And what will the small town think of you having two soulmates and why do you keep finding yourself in the same place as a bunch of hot bikers.

"Sometimes families are assholes, sometimes your soul connections mean far more than family ever can. Sometimes your soul family is the only family you need." - Nurse Maggie

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evanstanwrites · 10 months

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Lost love, broken trust

Pairing: Biker AU Bucky x Reader warnings: nervous Bucky, fluff, little bit of smut (not really described in detail), Bucky’s father, angst sum: Bucky and Y/n navigate their unspoken attraction for each other. A/n: special thanks to @qrjung and @thescarletphoenixx for helping me out with this story both as beta readers as editing and helping me with ideas <3

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Growing up together in Brooklyn, Bucky, Y/N and Steve had found it easy to become friends. They all lived relatively close to each other and Bucky’s and Steve's father's were friends—Bucky's father was the president of Brooklyn's notorious motorcycle club 'The Iron Fist' and wielded much power and influence. Steve's father, a devoted and trustworthy friend, operated as his vice president.

The trio spent their days together, laughing at each other's jokes and pranks.

Everyone knew them. They were always joined at the hip and where one was, it was very likely the other two would be nearby.

But beneath Bucky and y/n's friendship, a strong, unspoken affection developed.

It was harder to put a name to what they felt for each other when they were little children. Y/N didn't understand what the fuzzy feeling in her heart meant or why being around Bucky made her feel safer than she had ever been.

All she knew was that Bucky was her best friend and she was happy around him.

And for a while, that was all that mattered.

But as the years moved on, it became more and more obvious that she liked him beyond their platonic friendliness.

She started to imagine what it would be like if they were together —if Bucky felt the same way about her as she did for him.

When Bucky and Steve both hit 18, their fathers had pulled them aside and explained what it meant to be a part of the MC. Of course, both of them already had an idea, they had been around the big group of bikers many times before and had seen plenty of things that went on at the clubhouse. Bucky’s father had always been clear on his expectations for his future, he wanted his son to take over the president patch one day. And so when they were old enough they both started their prospect time.

Y/n wasn’t really that excited for them but she knew it was coming, both Bucky and Steve grew up in that kind of environment and adored their bikes so she supported their choice. She knew it could be dangerous in the future but she also believed that Bucky would make sure nothing would ever happen to her.

***

Bucky waited for Y/n to lock up her car as he leaned against his bike that was parked in the spot next to her. It had become a routine for them to meet up every Saturday morning and have breakfast together. It was one of the only moments where Steve didn’t join them.

“So…" he started once she reached him. "You might already know but there is a party at the clubhouse tonight.”

He fumbled with his fingers and got up from his bike, leading them both towards the small diner.

“Like every Saturday evening,” he added with a soft chuckle. He could slap himself, why did he have to act so nervous when he was around her? Most of the time he could hide the feeling but this was different, he was about to ask her out, ask her to be his date, at least that was the plan.

Y/n noticed Bucky acting a bit out of the ordinary but she wrote it off as the stress that came with being a prospect so she didn’t say anything about it. As every time Bucky held the door open for her and walked to their usual booth with his hand on the small of her back.

As soon as they sat down a waitress walked up to them and asked if they wanted their usual, which they agreed to.

“So the party,” Y/n picked up where Bucky had left off.

“Yeah, I wondered if you wanted to come. I can pick you up, you can crash at my place or I can drop you off back home after. Really, it depends on what you want. You don't even have to—"

“Bucky,’ she cut him off and placed one of her hands over his and gave him a smile. " I'll be there but you know it won’t be a good idea if you give me a ride home, you’re a prospect. There is a very big chance that you’ll end up drunk or being called away to someone's dirty work.” she chuckled. She didn’t blame him for it, she knew how it went in that life. Her response made him laugh.

“ Why are you always so right, doll?”

“Well one of us has to be the smart one," she joked

That was how the rest of the morning went, light banter laced with a little bit flirting.

It was only when Bucky was on his way to the clubhouse after the both of them had said ‘see you soon’ that he realized that he had forgotten to make it clear to her that he was asking her to be his date. But maybe that was the reason that he had to be sure to tell her how he felt later that night, he had to make her his girl officially.

***

The party took place in the darkly lit clubhouse overflowing with chattering men and the scent of leather and beer.

Bucky's heart raced as he stood in a dimly lit corner of the party, trying to summon enough courage to express to Y/N what he was feeling. The music's steady beat seemed to mirror the beat of his heart, reflecting the anticipation growing within him.

He noticed Y/N across the room, her brilliant smile lighting up the place. Her laughter blended with the cheerful conversation of the crowd, drawing him in with an irresistible pull. Bucky took a deep breath, pushed his nerves aside, and walked towards her.

The world around him seemed to slip away as he neared, leaving the two of them in their own bubble. Y/N's eyes met his, her look warm and curious. The sound of his own heartbeat drowned out the commotion of the party, heightening the emotion of the moment.

Bucky's voice quivered slightly as he found the strength to begin.

"Y/N, there's something I need to tell you," he began, his words softly spoken as he shifted on his feet trying to hide his nervousness.

He could practically feel the drops of sweat forming on his forehead. This was the moment he’d been waiting on for years, he couldn’t fuck it up right now.

“This isn’t an easy thing to say, '' he said, unable to keep eye contact with her, choosing instead to focus on a spot behind her shoulder.

''It's okay, Buck," she smiled reassuringly and Bucky felt his heart stutter. She was so perfect. "Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

Bucky nodded and took a deep breath. "I've been suppressing these emotions for so long, afraid to show them. But I can't hide them any longer." He said faster than usual so he couldn’t hesitate anymore, he had to finish what he started.

Y/N's look was a mix of astonishment and fascination, so he went on. Bucky's hands, which were usually so steady, shook with his nerves as he reached out to lightly touch her arm, the brief contact sending shivers down his spine.

"Y/N, you mean more to me than words can express," he said, his voice filled with honest sincerity. "You're my best friend, but it's grown into so much more. I've fallen head over heels for you, and it scares me because I can't picture my life without you."

Y/N stayed silent as she digested his confession, her eyes searching for any traces of hesitation or doubt in his.was the real? Did he really just tell her that he was in love with her? Bucky's heart felt like it was about to explode as she stayed silent, his vulnerability displayed in front of her. But the longer it lasted the more Bucky started to panic, did he blow it? Was he about to lose her?

Y/N snapped out of her daze when she noticed that Bucky started to panic, she couldn’t have him thinking that she didn’t feel the same. So instead of thinking she just handled it.

A soft smile pulled at the edges of Y/N's lips, her eyes gleaming with a mix of emotions just before she jumped at Bucky to hug him "Bucky," she said quietly, her voice soft. "I can't deny that I've fallen for you, too."

Bucky felt a rush of happiness as the weight of uncertainty lifted from his shoulders. The world around them appeared to melt into the background, leaving only the two of them.

Bucky and Y/N found peace in each other's arms, their smiles mirroring their mutual devotion, the world beyond their embrace forgotten. As their lips met in a passionate kiss, establishing their unspoken desires, their friendship blossomed into something beautiful and profound.

They submitted to their desires, consumed by their overwhelming feelings. Bucky guided Y/N into one of the storage rooms in the back where he lifted her up onto the desk that stood against the wall.

Y/N's breaths became deeper once Bucky’s lips connected with the skin of her neck and softly kissed his way to her collarbone. The only thing y/n could do was wave her fingers into the soft dark locks of the biker and hold on for dear life.

“I have dreamt of this day for so long, I can’t get enough of your lips,” Bucky said, hovering his lips over hers.

“Shut up and just make love to me, Buck,” she chuckled, making Bucky freeze.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to right now, I can take you out to somewhere nice. I want this to be special for you.” Bucky’s words made her love him even more.

“Being with you for the first time is special enough, I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

That was all that he needed to hear before he pulled her back in for a kiss. He made sure that it was just as pleasurable for her as it was for him. He knew for sure that his knees would hate him the next day after kneeling on the cold concrete floor so he could pleasure his girl with his tongue. He didn’t want her to reciprocate the action claiming “I need to be inside you baby, need to feel you. We have all the time in the world later.”

If Y/N had to describe the moment she’d say that it was almost like she was in heaven. She had so many people say that it was the worst experience, but it was nothing like that for her. Yes the first moment that he pushed inside of her had stung but Bucky had been an absolute gentleman and gave her all the time she needed to adjust. And in no time the both of them were a moaning mess as they both reached their peaks.

Their blissful moment, however, was brutally cut short when they returned to the bar. Bucky received an important call, taking him away from Y/N's side. Duty called, and he had no choice but to leave her at the bar, leaving their budding love story hanging in its wake.

Y/N sat at the bar, her pulse still pounding from the intimate confession and stolen moments with Bucky. The dim lights created a gloomy atmosphere around her, the air was thick with anticipation. Little did she know that a storm was gathering in the form of Bucky's father, the intimidating president of the Iron Fist charter.

Bucky's father approached Y/N with a terrifying presence. His eyes were icy and penetrated into her soul, as a menacing smirk danced across his lips. It was evident that he had no intention of being kind or understanding.

"Y/N, isn't it?" he asked, his voice full of resentment. “It's such a shame that my son has become involved with someone like you. You're far too good, far too pure for him." His words were loaded with malice, each syllable a cold blade piercing Y/N's soft heart.

He leaned in closer, his commanding figure casting a shadow over her. "Let me make something abundantly clear," he snarled, his voice barely audible above a whisper. "Bucky doesn't care about you. He never did. You are only a toy, a tool to fulfill his desires."

Y/N's eyes widened in disbelief and agony, her heart breaking with each word from his lips. Her eyes welled up with tears, but she refused to cry. She drew every ounce of strength she could manage to face this wave of cruelty.

Bucky's father went on, his voice oozing with cruel satisfaction. "Do you think you can fit into our world? You are a liability, a weak link that jeopardizes our reputation. I promise you, if you ever cross paths with Bucky again, the consequences will be severe."

He waited for a minute, reveling in the terror and desperation that clung to Y/N's every breath. "Leave town, Y/N," he said, his voice a terrifying whisper. "Disappear and never come back. You are not welcome here, and I will not hesitate to make it clear to you."

His threats and manipulation weighed heavily on Y/N's frail heart. She felt trapped, hemmed in by Bucky's father's hatred and the smothering terror of the unknown. Their hopes had crumbled into a million pieces of broken promises, leaving her with nothing but anguish and despair.

Y/N found herself at a crossroads of fear and unpredictability, overwhelmed and sad. Bucky's father threatened her with grave repercussions if she returned, portraying a dismal image of the future. Fear drove her to make the painful decision to leave town, leaving behind the memories of their stolen moments and shattered dreams. And without speaking a word she turned her back to the older man and walked out of the clubhouse.

Bucky's father reveled in his victory at the time. The cruelty he had unleashed was planned, his manipulation a weapon that tore apart Bucky and Y/N's flourishing love.

Y/N changed her phone number, cutting the last link between her and her past. She only had finals left do before she graduated from uni but that was something she could easily do online. With a heavy heart, she embarked on a journey to rebuild her life, tormented by the memories of a love that could have been.

#Bucky Barnes #biker bucky #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #sebastian x reader #the winter soldier #bucky and reader #Bucky angst #bucky fluff #bucky x y/n

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fizzy-dizzie · 3 months

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Too many people forget Steve can ALSO ride a motorbike, like Bucky is known as the biker of the couple for some reason but Steve did it first!!

They're a cute biker couple, and they go on bike dates.

#prolly bc Bucky has the aesthetic for it #but give steve his biker rights #bucky barnes #steve rogers #steve bucky #stucky #biker boyfriends #biker bucky #biker steve

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mymoonagedaydream · 10 months

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Part 12

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Language, anti-religious sentiment throughout

Author's Note: Final part! Much love!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11

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It was gone midnight by the time you and Bucky, both nursing second trimester food babies, spilled out of the restaurant and began to stumble in the vague direction of home. The evening air was chilly but his jacket was wrapped around your shoulders before you’d even begun to feel it. Your hand slotted smoothly into his, a movement that was second nature to you now.

The two of you walked for ten or so minutes when, at an otherwise pretty unremarkable corner, a bolt of inspiration struck you. It was the street name that did it, Cross Street. You remembered seeing it as a child and wondering if this was where your local church and your mother bought all their little wooden crucifixes from. You suddenly knew exactly where you were.

Bucky was heading in one direction but you stopped and tugged him in the other. “We should go this way.”

“Huh? You wanna go the wrong way? How much wine you had?”

“It’s not the wrong way,” he was pulling back against you now, feet firmly planted in place, “it’s just a different, slightly longer way.”

“Longer?

“But worth it.”

“How?"

“I think, uh- I mean, I’m pretty sure there’s a river around here somewhere.” He raised a dubious eyebrow. “Well, eighty percent sure.”

"I'm eighty-five percent sure you're bullshitting me."

"I swear to god I'm not."

"Swear to any imaginary asshole you like. I'm not buying it, sweetheart."

Strong physical resistance was attempted for a few more seconds but, eventually, your very best puppy dog eyes melted him.

“Fine, but if you fall in I’m not coming after you.”

“Deal.”

He gave you a wide smile and snaked an arm around your waist, letting you lead him down the side street. A comfortable silence fell as you turned corner after corner, your face contorting into a smug smile once the water came into view. He just shrugged. The two of you strolled onto a low, stone bridge and watched the ripples distorting the reflections of lit-up apartment windows and orange streetlights. It was gloriously peaceful.

After a minute or so, Bucky turned to carry on walking, but you stayed in place and pulled him back. He stood opposite you, looking a little confused as you took both his hands in yours.

“Buck, what you said earlier, I really think we should talk about it.”

“Nah, it’s alright, it was in the past. Like you said, it's over now and that’s all that matters.”

“What? No, I didn’t mean-” You rubbed your forehead. Christ he was slippery, using your own words against you like that. “That’s not what I meant. If something’s still affecting you, it matters, and it’s good to talk about it.”

He bit at the inside of his cheek and turned his head to stare at the water, eyes combing over the waves. You let him simmer for a little while before bringing your hands up to his face and gently turning it back towards you, raising your eyebrows expectantly. The cold air was whipping harshly off the water and into you but his face was warm and flushed. When he spoke, you could see him carefully considering every word.

“If I keep talking, I might say something that drives you away, and I don’t know if I could take that.”

“That’s not gonna happen.”

“Right, but what if-”

“Buck, I promise there is very, very little that could convince me you’re not a good person, alright? I really don’t care about your past.” You stopped abruptly and frowned at yourself. “That came out wrong.”

He let out a small chuckle. “First you want me to talk about it, now you tell me to shut up?”

“You know what I meant.”

“Mhmm,” he pulled you closer, letting your arms curl around his neck, “I know, baby. I know I can talk to you anytime, you got no idea how much I appreciate that, but if you wanna talk now I'll tell you anything you wanna know. Just ask."

You considered. There definitely had been a few small things you were curious about, the odd interest piquing comment here and there, but for some reason you found yourself completely blanking at his offer. You suddenly realised that you didn't want to know anything. You didn't need to. Maybe just the fact that he was willing to talk was enough.

"Are you happy?"

He chuckled. "Very."

"Then so am I."

"Good."

He shot you a wink, making you giggle like a schoolgirl. You cupped your fingers around his face and brushed your thumbs across his cheeks. The hint of wine on his breath was sweet and warm. Feeling his hands pressed against your back, staring into his still blue eyes, something inside you burst or erupted or… Christ, you weren’t sure, but next thing you knew your mouth was writing a check that you weren’t sure he was ready to cash.

“I love you, Buck.” His face dropped. Fuck it, you were all in now, might as well carry on. “Completely. Like, get a dog together type love. Put up with you stealing the fucking covers all night type love. I’d even go as far as to say-”

He swiftly cut you off by enclosing your half-open, babbling mouth in his, arms squeezing your waist tight. You relaxed completely into him, not sure that you’d be able to stay on your feet if he suddenly let go but too caught up in the moment to care. He pulled away an inch, just for just a second, to whisper.

“I love you too. Just stop talking.”

You weren’t sure how long the two of you stood there, by the river. It was becoming increasingly easy to lose time while you were tangled up with Bucky. The rest of the walk home was a hazy, fragmented mess of staggering for a few minutes before getting distracted and clumsily fumbling at each other. You found yourselves regretting taking the long way, both of you becoming more and more impatient to get back to the privacy of the apartment, and not making it past the floor just inside the door when you did.

But, hey, at least neither of you ended up in the river.

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You’d found it. The perfect apartment.

It looked small, cramped even, but would be more than enough for just the two of you- neither of you owned any furniture anyway. The beach was only a couple minutes walk away and, with it being a fifth floor apartment, the front window had a beautiful view of the ocean. It even had underground parking, meaning his majesty wouldn’t have to rush to the window to check on his bike every ten minutes. The more you read about it, the more convinced you became that it was meant for you.

Bucky was out at the store when you came across it and you couldn’t stop yourself pacing around excitedly until he got back. You kept refreshing the page, convinced that someone else would snap it up while he was out impulse-buying candy. You practically jumped him as soon as he came through the door, dragging him over to your laptop and squealing excitedly.

After a quick flick through the pictures, he dug his hand into his back pocket.

“It’s ours. What’s the number?”

“I mean, we should probably go see it first, right?”

“Nah. How bad could it be?”

You nodded slowly and wandered your gaze around his flat, lingering on the carpet stains and the patch of mould in the corner. Yep, things were starting to make a little more sense.

He waggled his phone at you. “What’s the hold up?”

Mild pangs of anxiety sparked in your stomach, committing to something this big without properly researching could turn out incredibly badly. The place could be unfinished or falling apart or infested with flesh-eating cockroaches.

Or, you thought, just maybe, it could turn out to be perfect.

A warm smile spread across your face. Maybe it was time to take a page out of his book, stop thinking so much, close your eyes and jump. He smiled back. You gave him the number.

Bucky pressed his lips into your forehead before making the call, the fingers on his left hand tapping excitedly against the table as he made notes with his right. The two of you then spent the next three hours gathering and sending off all of the information and credentials they’d requested.

And then you waited.

And waited.

All evening, checking Bucky’s phone every ten minutes. It was like torture. Nothing had come through by midnight, so the two of you gave up and slunk off to bed, outwardly trying to stay optimistic about finding somewhere else but inwardly pretty disheartened. You’d just have to keep searching.

—

You were woken the next day by the smell of cooking bacon and the sound of Bucky humming to himself in the kitchen. Stretching yourself across the deserted bed, you yawned dramatically and rubbed your eyes, debating how easy it would be to get him to abandon breakfast and curl back up with you. Very easy, probably.

Your hand found your phone on the bedside table and you yanked it from the charger, your head darting up from the pillow in shock when you saw that it was creeping up to midday. How the hell had you managed to sleep for almost twelve hours? Yesterday’s emotional roller coaster must have wiped you out.

Pulling your pyjamas on, you trudged through to the front room and saw Bucky standing over the stove, wiggling his hips along to the jaunty tune he was improvising.

“G’morning.” You walked up beside him, settling into his side as he snaked an arm around you, gazing at the pile of food he was pushing around the pan. “Looks good.”

“Mhmm, this is a real breakfast. I thought we’d celebrate.”

You nodded sleepily, a little confused. “Celebrate what?”

He looked down at you, sporting a wide, knowing smile. Your drowsiness slowly melted away as you realised what he was talking about.

“We got it?”

“We got it.”

Something you could only describe as a kind of throaty yelp noise escaped your mouth, which made Bucky burst out laughing. You threw your arms around his neck, squeezing him as hard as you could, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. A thousand thoughts began racing through your mind but the biggest, brightest one was that you’d finally get some peace. That’s all you really wanted.

When you finally let go of him, he dug his phone out of his pocket and showed you the email from the landlord. Your eyes widened as they scanned through it.

“Wait, this says we move in at the start of next month?”

“Yup.” He nodded proudly.

“Buck, that’s two days from now.”

“Mhmm. We better get packing.”

As it turned out, he’d already hired a van to arrive the next day and picked up a stack of packing boxes while he was out buying breakfast food, all of which he’d hidden behind the couch so they wouldn’t ruin his dramatic reveal. You had no idea who this guy was and what he’d done with Bucky, but you weren’t complaining.

Finally, it felt like things were falling into place.

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The journey to your new home was about an hour. You had hoped the ride would be relaxing, a chance for catharsis and decompression, but you spent almost the entire time white-knuckled, gripping onto the dashboard. Bucky drove the moving van exactly the same way he drove his motorbike, weaving in and out of traffic like an unbelievably lucky bull in a mercifully generous china shop. He didn’t even seem to notice the sound of all your possessions sliding around chaotically in the back.

When he finally parked up outside the apartment block, you reverted back to religion for the first time in years, thanking both God and the baby Jesus that you survived the drive.

You glanced out of the window. The building wasn’t particularly attractive, sitting in an unremarkable side street opposite a seedy looking off-licence, but you still felt the excitement bubbling in your stomach as you hopped out and properly surveyed your surroundings. It was pretty clean and quiet, the only movement being a young woman with a stroller briskly walking down the opposite sidewalk. A few noisy seagulls flew overhead and you noticed for the first time that you could smell the sea air, fresh and briny. Memories of your day on the beach flooded back. You could get used to that.

Bucky gave you a wide smile and walked towards the door, approaching a man in a cheap suit who you hadn’t even noticed. They talked for a minute, the keys were exchanged and the suit gave you a polite nod before turning and walking down the street. That was, you thought to yourself, quite possibly the only easy interaction you and Bucky had ever had with a third party since you’d been together. You knew life was going to be a whole lot easier after leaving that fucking town, but you certainly hadn’t expected such immediate results. This was incredible.

You grabbed a box and followed your roommate up the stairs, the two of you bursting through the door into your new home.

The first thing you noticed was the view. It was even better in person. You unceremoniously dropped whatever you were carrying and walked towards the window, seeing the vast ocean spread out in both directions as you got closer. Bucky came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

“Whatta you think?”

“I love it.”

“Eh, it needs a bit of work,” he briefly surveyed the walls and the ceiling, “I think the last people here had dogs, there’s still some-”

You swivelled round in his arms and placed a hand firmly over his mouth, feeling a smile form against your palm. “I don’t care. I love it.”

He mumbled something. You rolled your eyes and released his face, prompting him to repeat himself.

“Me too.”

It took a couple of hours to get everything out of the van and, when you’d finally finished, you found yourselves staring at a messy pile of boxes dumped in the middle of the living room. An unspoken but unanimous decision was made that there was no point starting to unpack before having something to eat, even though you’d spent the entire drive shoving handfuls of chips into each other’s faces.

So, for the first of many times, you and Bucky watched the sunset over the sea. Sitting on cardboard boxes in your cheap flat, eating pretty terrible Chinese food, with nothing in the world but a few dollars and each other.

And it was perfect.

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fandoms-writings · 1 year

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Eeeee, hi Remi!! For the drabbles, how about a flirty staring contest with Bucky? 👀

stfu i almost got carried away, this is Biker!Bucky x tattooed!reader

He wasn't sure why you were there, how you knew Thor or Valkyrie, and he hadn't introduced himself to you yet. To be fair, you hadn't said hello either, which was fine, but it made him wonder. How were you comfortable staring at him like you were without even knowing his name?

Bucky and Steve had thrown a party at the clubhouse, the hundred of bikes outside giving away exactly what was going on to anyone who walked by. Thor had mentioned he was bringing Valkyrie, who was bringing a friend of her own. They trusted her, so they told her it was okay, but now Bucky was just curious as to who the hell she brought.

You walked in like you owned the place, instantly comfortable in the dim bar, surrounded by large burly men, and women who the men were scared of. People were usually scared for hours after walking in, taking forever to warm up to this crowd of "roughians" but not you. No, not you. You had made it a point that you were comfortable here. Taking drink for drink, shot for shot, keeping up with the heaviest of the drinkers in the room. Your steps had started to fumble as the night went on, but you were still keeping up with conversation as if you were only slightly buzzed.

And then you looked at Bucky. And he'd looked at you. And neither one of you had taken your eyes off of the other.

You were on the other side of the yard in the back, near the fire pit with Valkyrie and Thor. You'd shown up with your hair done up and your makeup looking perfect, as if you'd simultaneously spent hours on your appearance but also no time at all. You were wearing black skinny jeans with rips up the front, from your knees to the tops of your thighs, and he could see the ink on your legs from where he sat in his chair on the back deck with Steve and Sam. A black crop top with some band on it covered your top, but where he was sitting, Bucky could tell you were cold. Your bottom lip was slightly shivering and he could see the goosebumps on your arms.

You still hadn't looked away, ignoring your friend's animated conversation, watching him, your half-lidded eyes never blinking. When Bucky noticed you hadn't blinked yet, he situated himself in his chair, leaned back and threw his foot over his knee with his beer in his hand resting on his thigh, and stared back, refusing to let you win this contest you'd started.

He noticed the second you caught on, your lips pulling into a smirk as you crossed your arms. Bucky wasn't someone people challenged, and even though this was just a staring contest, it was thrilling. He liked being challenged.

But something told him this was more than that. Maybe it was the smirk on your lips, the way you bit the edge of your bottom one. Or maybe it was the way you stretched without looking away, giving him a glimpse of the ink under your breasts - along with some underboob - before sitting straight again.

He'd cocked his eyebrow, poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue and stood, leaning against the post holding up the overhang. He took a sip from his beer, giving you a view of the rings that adorned his fingers.

This time you lifted one of your brows, and held your hand out to Valkyrie, asking for something. Without looking away, he noticed her put something in your hand while also now interested in what the two of you were doing. Bucky watched as you plucked a cherry from it's stem, holding it in one hand, and placing the stem in your mouth.

Your jaw worked for only a second before you stuck your tongue out and there sat the stem, tied in a neat, tight knot.

He huffed through his nose, and started his way over to you, ignoring Valkyrie and Thor getting up and leaving, seemingly knowing what was going on. Setting his beer down, he shrugged off his jacket and placed it around your shoulders, plucking the cherry from your fingers and plopping it in his mouth.

You spit the stem out and smirked, snuggling into his jacket before holding out your hand. He wrapped his own calloused one around yours and liked how small it was compared to his own. You stated your name and he smirked, repeating it and loving how it rolled off his tongue.

"I'm Bucky," He answered, refusing to let go of your hand, "Wanna go upstairs?"

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ahrahrahraha · 6 months

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Biker Bucky

Delicate Edges by @wkemeup

"Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, it’s only in moments when Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe. Pairing: BuckyxReader"

Beefy Biker Bucky Series by @angrythingstarlight

Updated 31/10/23

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buckgasms · 9 months

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I was thinking last night

About how if you told biker Bucky that he needed to wear sunscreen he would get all kinda hot about it because you cared about his long-term health, i.e. you want to be around when your both old and grey?

And that would just make him so unbearably cocky around his gang because his girl cares about him and he's gonna lock that down asap.

And I also had a thought about how you ask shyly if you can pick what chain and rings he wears for the day? He doesn't have many but they are all just 👌🏻🤤💯 and you pick one of his rings say, "I like this one" and he slides it on your ring finger and is like "it looks better right there" and just leaves it all ambiguous and hot 🥵 and you are left for the day like "did he just propose or nah?"

#biker bucky #😭😭😭#i got burned yesterday in the sunshine so that inspired some of this thinking

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Matching

Okay look at how adorable these are. Does this not scream biker Bucky?! Cause imagine you go shopping and you see these hanging on the racks. You swear Bucky has identical vests and you’re not about to go home without getting his furbaby a matching outfit to wear with her daddy.

You dig through the rack trying to find an xxs to fit the little feline, smiling in satisfaction when you find her size, not even bothering to look at the price because the little outfit is too perfect.

You made sure you got home before your boyfriend, hoping to surprise him for when he got back from his shop. You wandered around the house, looking for the fluffy white furball, finding her tucked away in her cozy spot near the window.

“C’mere princess” you cooed, picking her out of her cat tree and smuggling her into your room. You giggled to yourself as you slipped the jean vest on, fastening the buttons on while Alpine tried to bat your hands away. “C’mon baby, it’s to look pretty for daddy” You gave her a pointed look and she merped, seemingly understanding.

You bounced on your feet when you heard the door open, running over and jumping into Bucky’s arms as soon as he stepped inside, his strong arms easily lifting you up.

“What are you smiling about sugar” Bucky chuckled noting your cheeky smile when you greeted him, peppering a few soft kisses onto your cheeks before setting you down on your feet.

“Nothin’“ You shrugged, your eyes still sparkling while Bucky playfully rolled his eyes, letting his fingers skim under your shirt making you squirm.

“You hiding something from me baby?” He cocked an eyebrow, tickling you further when you tried to escape, squealing when he easily tossed you over his shoulder. He made his way down the hall, curious about what you were up to.

“Well, you can see for yourself” You grinned as he walked into the bedroom, bursting out laughing when he saw his cat dressed exactly like him.

“Oh my god” Bucky snorted as Alpine slinked off the bed and purred against his leg, butting her head against him so he’d pick her up. “Don’t you look pretty baby” Bucky cooed at kissed his little princess, giving her a scratch behind the ears before admiring the jean vest she had on. “Where’d you get this princess”

Alpine blinked at him, nuzzling her head under his chin while he grinned at the other vest that was laid out, both tiny versions of what he had in his closet. “Mommy wanted us to match, huh” He set Alpine down, wrapping his arms back around you, pulling you in for a sweet kiss. “So this is what you’ve been up to”

Bucky narrowed his eyes at a white piece of paper on the ground, finding the receipt from your little shopping spree on the floor. His eyes grew wide at the price, shaking his head when you sheepishly smiled at him, giving him your best puppy eyes.

“Jesus y/n, she’ll have to catch like 300 mice to make up for the price of her clothes” He chuckled, knowing damn well if he had been with you he would have added a tiny matching bike helmet and silver chain to the list. You giggled, snuggling your face into his chest, preparing for another set of clothes, this time maybe a leather jacket.

“Anything for our baby”

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perdidosbucky-yyo · 2 months

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I need biker bucky... Like fuck I need him.

#Like he cares so deeply for you #In every sense of the word #You're the love of his life and he will commit every crime in the book for you if you ask him #And the way he looks at you #He sees your soul and never bats an eye #He loves you including all of your flaws that you think make you unlovable #biker bucky #Bucky Barnes #baby carrots

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fluffysucker · 7 months

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Miss Americana & The heartbreak Prince.

Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU)

Boxer/Biker! Bucky Barnes x Chef! Reader.

When the toughest and grumpiest man meets the embodiment of sunshine

ALL ONESHOTS COULD BE READ AS STAND-ALONE

Miss Americana & The heartbreak Prince

Lost in a film scene

We paint the town blue

Battered and Bruising.

Than I was at 16

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Written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female. Likes, comments, reblogs are VERY VERY highly appreciated.

So I'm starting this universe, which will also be known as Bucky and his princess.

I will keep adding to it as we go on. There is no specific timeline or storyline that I will be following. Just ideas and concepts.

I will be taking requests for this universe. Anything you want to read for these two, I will be more than happy to try it

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rookthorne · 1 year

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭

Threatening Bucky’s club — his family — would only lead to the reaper knocking on your door. Nothing would stop him from burning the world to the ground if it meant his family would be safe.

It’s a pity the poor fool didn’t realise this, until it was too late.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✰ Biker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader ✰ Biker!Bucky Barnes & Biker!Steve Rogers ✰ Biker!Bucky Barnes & Biker!Peter Parker

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ✰ 1.5k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✰ Gun violence, car/bike chase, light angst, fluff, Bucky is protective

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ✰ I wanted to develop Peter and Bucky's relationship in this AU, and what's better to do that than some fast action and putting lives on the line? ✰ For those who have watched SOA as religiously as I have, you may recognise this.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ✰ Burn It Down by AWOLNATION

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It was widely known amongst everyone in the club that the President’s patience was not to be tested, not if you wanted to keep all of your teeth. Patience was relative, in this case, and it made Steve nervous. Bucky could see it - the click and twitch of Steve’s jaw, the slight pinch to his brow that made him look about ten years older.

“You keep lookin’ at me like that, Stevie,” Bucky snapped, inhaling another drag from his cigarette. “You’ll end up in Stephen’s fuckin’ office, beggin’ him to fix your pretty face.”

Bucky did not make it a habit to smoke, let alone chain smoke, but today had been the exception. Sitting on the precipice of tumbling down the cliff and into that rage that simmered deep in his veins, god, it was too tempting.

“Do I need to call Sweets?” Steve asked as he scuffed his boot against gravel, watching as their ‘partners’ drove off from the meet up.

“Fuck no,” Bucky growled, lighting another smoke and taking another drag. “She doesn’t get involved in club business, you fuckin’ know that.”

Steve sighed quietly and fished his phone out from his pockets - no doubt to text Nat.

The meet up hadn’t gone as planned, and now Bucky faced the prospect of cleaning out their cash stores, or armoury - depending on whether he wanted to start a war - to make good on a deal that would only bring trouble.

Bucky shoved the cigarette into the dirt and stubbed it out with the heel of his boot. “I want Church in an hour,” he looked up at Steve to find him already watching his every move. “No one can skip, this shit needs a solution.”

“On it,” said Steve, when the sound of Bucky’s phone ringing gave them pause.

Bucky pulled his phone from his kutte and stared at the ID. Peter. “Why the fuck is the kid callin’ me?”

“He went out on errands this mornin’,” Steve answered, mounting his bike and settling in for the ride back. “Might be calling to see if we want somethin’ picked up.”

“Who fuckin’ knows,” Bucky sighed. The phone rang once more and Bucky answered. Nothing, however, could have prepared him for what happened next.

“Boss! I need- I need help!”

Bucky’s gaze snapped to Steve who sat straighter in his seat. “Peter, hold on-”

“Please! I don’t know what happened, I was riding back but these cars came outta nowhere and I can’t shake ‘em!” Peter sounded winded, the panic was constricting his chest like a vice and the sound of wind in the speaker was a sign he was moving, and fast.

“Fuck.” Bucky nodded at Steve once but he was already on the phone, rallying the family. “Peter, listen to me-”

“I dunno what to do, Boss, please!”

It was moments like this that reminded Bucky just how young Peter was - he wasn’t scarred by the life, he was a smart kid, but he didn’t have the same level of street smarts as the rest. No doubt after this, that would change.

“Listen, Peter!” Bucky barked, his bike roaring to life. “We’re gonna give you an escort home,” he looked to Steve who was still on the phone, his Harley rumbling as it idled. “Head down the interstate, we’ll catch you up!”

“Okay! Okay, I’m sorry, Boss, please-”

“Peter, just go!” Bucky snapped, hanging up and shoving the phone back in his kutte. “Let’s go,” Bucky directed at Steve, and they rode away from the abandoned lot, kicking up gravel in their wake.

Their bikes tore down streets and around corners ‘till they came to the interstate. “It’s too busy!” Steve yelled over the wind and Bucky nodded.

“Good cover!” Bucky shouted back as they merged, weaving through cars and trucks when loud rumbles sounded behind them. Bucky watched in his mirror as Sam came up next to him, Thor and all the others following in formation behind.

The gun in Bucky’s holster was loaded and set, his family was here - now they just had to find Peter.

Bucky led them around another truck when he spotted two cars chasing a bike - a Dyna. “There he is!” Bucky shouted over the wind and redlined his bike, the engine roaring as he took off like a bullet, weaving between cars. Steve was just behind him while Sam and the others rode down the shoulder.

Bucky would never admit it aloud, let alone to you, but he had a soft spot for Peter - the kid learnt fast, he was almost fearless, and hell, he had balls of steel when the need arose.

Peter wouldn’t get hurt, not on his watch.

The bikes behind Bucky roared when he gestured to circle around, Sam in the lead while he and Steve took a direct route, right next to the cars chasing Peter. They were sleek, subtle; if they weren’t chasing a member of his family, Bucky likely wouldn’t have picked them out on an interstate.

One of the cars swerved to run Bucky off the road and he snarled, pulling free his gun to aim at the carriage of the car. The shot rang out like a whip crack but the car didn’t slow. “Steve!” Bucky yelled and Steve’s Harley tore past him towards Peter, the hive mind of brotherhood working in his favour - protect our own. “Fuckin’ dare you to run me off the road, bastards!”

Sam and the others were surrounding Peter, and for the singular second Bucky could watch, Peter’s shoulders were shaking while Steve rode next to him. An untethered rage overtook his body and his mind screamed at him to protect, to maim.

He fired off another shot, this time directly at the car’s front tire. The explosion of rubber was deafening and the car swerved towards the barrier out of control, narrowly missing the tail of Bucky’s Indian. “Fuckers!”

Bucky shifted gears and rode to take his place right next to Peter, the back riders parting like the red sea to let him through. “Back to the clubhouse!” Peter nodded and Bucky could see the tear tracks down his face and the trembling hold on his throttle. There was nothing he could do to comfort Peter here, they had to get home.

The second car gave chase until they hit the turn off towards home, and Bucky knew Steve had memorised the plate - he would get Peter to run it once the edge of his panic had worn off. Whichever enemy of theirs had targeted Peter, they wouldn’t live to regret it.

However, facing both you and Nat when Peter was on the verge of nervous collapse also wasn’t ideal, either. “Pull off!” Bucky yelled, gesturing to the service road that was surrounded by a grove of trees on one side. The bikes purred as they turned and pulled into the wide bay by the trees. “Christ,” he breathed, yanking off his helmet and dismounting.

Peter was chalk white, his eyes wide with fear - whether that was of the prospect of Bucky losing his shit at him, or the fact that he had just been chased, Bucky couldn’t tell. “What happened?” Bucky asked once he had forced Peter into sitting down on the gravel before he could actually fall.

Bucky watched Peter’s throat work furiously around the ball of emotion that had wedged itself, preventing anything intelligible making its way out. “Sam, water,” Bucky ordered. A second later a bottle was pushed into his outstretched hand, and he offered it to Peter wordlessly.

“I dunno what happened, Boss,” Peter rushed, and Bucky crouched down, careful to move slowly. “They came outta nowhere, I was just starting to ride back home when I saw them.” A slight pause interrupted his tirade. “You guys came outta nowhere, you were faster than bullets!”

Sam chuckled and shifted. “We protect our own, Pete.”

Without moving his gaze from Peter’s pale face, Bucky addressed Steve. “You got the plates?”

Steve crouched next to Bucky and nodded. “We’ll run ‘em when we get back home,” Steve’s hand rested on Peter’s shoulder and he squeezed. “You did the right thing, son.”

“I was so scared, I d-didn’t know what to do!”

“Get up, c’mon,” Bucky said, standing up from his crouch while Steve took his cue to stand by their bikes again. The gravel scuffled under Peter’s unsure footing. “You did good, kid.” Before Peter could protest, and before his pride could stop him, Bucky pulled Peter into a tight hug. “We’ve got you, you’re safe.”

The muscles in Peter’s shoulders went lax in Bucky’s hold, and he sniffled weakly. “Let’s go home.” Peter nodded at Bucky’s words and moved to sit on his Dyna, his shoulders rising and falling with the deep, grounding breaths he took.

“Nat and Sweets know we’re comin’ back home,” Steve murmured to Bucky, who sighed heavily. “They’re fine, jus’ worried about Pete.”

“Better not deprive them of the opportunity to fuss over ‘im, then, huh?”

Steve chuckled and kicked his bike into life, Bucky following suit.

The ride home wasn’t a long one, but it afforded the opportunity for him to think. There were so many possibilities of who exactly was behind this random attack - they had no shortage of enemies, everyone knew that.

Time would tell… he just needed a stiff drink first.

...this may or may not lead into a new arc. 👀

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

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evanstanwrites · 6 months

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Lost love, broken trust part 3

Pairing: Biker AU Bucky x Reader

warnings: drunk Bucky, drunk reader, fluff, smut, angst

sum: Bucky and Y/n finally meet again

A/n: special thanks to @qrjungand @thescarletphoenixx for helping me out with this story both as beta readers and editing and helping me with ideas <3

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Bucky sat at the bar of a local pub, nursing his drink, his thoughts swimming. He wanted to wallow in his feelings in peace. The alcohol had dulled the pain momentarily, but it couldn't erase the ache in his heart. Yes, he knew he had drunk too much already but he didn’t care. When he was drunk he spiraled into a cycle of self-doubt, believing every hurtful thing that had been said about him and about Y/N. And then he just drank more because he didn’t want to think about everything.

Just then, the door of the pub opened. Normally he would just ignore it but for some reason his eyes turned towards the door. As soon as his eyes landed on the person who had just walked in he just froze. Y/n. His first thoughts weren’t all those negative things he was thinking just mere moments ago.

‘Gorgeous’.

She looked different from how he remembered her but she was still the most gorgeous person he had ever laid eyes on. At that moment he remembered why he fell in love with her in the first place, he was still very in love with her. But then all his drunken thoughts flooded back into his mind so he turned his focus back on his drink and drank it in one go before ordering a new one.

Y/n didn’t know why but she was in desperate need of a drink, she wasn’t someone who drank often and definitely never more than a few drinks. But the day had been dragging her down. After her panic reaction from the day before seeing Steve, she kept herself in a higher state of alert. But the next day it affected her work day too and the fact that her workload increased immensely hadn’t helped either. But luckily, a coworker had joined in to help her with the monstrosity of an assignment.

After the long day at work, she needed to let off some steam and this pub she was about to enter was the same one she used to go to when she’d sneak out of her parent's house when she was younger. It had a feeling of nostalgia around it and just seeing it brought back fond memories.

But when she pushed the door open and walked in she instantly regretted her decision. Bucky Barnes was sitting at the pub’s bar just a few feet in front of her. Panic soared through her and all she wanted to do was run, she wasn’t ready for a confrontation. It seemed like he hadn’t noticed her walking in so she took a deep breath to calm herself and kept walking into the pub straight to the back in the hopes she wouldn’t be noticed.

When she sat down and had her first drink she couldn’t stop herself from staring at Bucky from the corner of her eye. He still looked handsome, maybe even more handsome than she remembered. But she did notice the darker circles under his eyes, there was a somber aura surrounding him. She wondered what had happened to him after she left. But one thing clearly hadn’t changed, he was still a member of the MC, the kut on his back staring back at her.

Unable to resist the pull, Bucky got up from his seat, looked around the room and sure enough he found Y/N sitting in the back. He approached her, the alcohol fueling his courage and clouding his judgment. When he stood there before the table she was sitting at, his voice tinged with bitterness and hurt.

"You're here," he said, his words somehow laced with both relief and resentment. As soon as the words left his lips he knew that wasn’t the way he wanted to come over but alcohol was a bitch. He wanted nothing more than to have a civil conversation with her but his mind was working against him.

Y/N met his gaze, her heart pounding in her chest fearing the worst. For the first time, she was actually scared of the man she grew up with and loved for so long.

"I'm here," she replied, trying to sound casual. She hoped that her wavering voice didn't betray the anxiety she felt. "But I didn't plan on running into you."

The air between them crackled with unresolved tension, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily in the space. Both wounded souls yearned to reach out, but the walls of pride and hurt held them back.

Bucky couldn't ignore the hurt that simmered beneath the surface. "You disappeared without a word, Y/N. You left." he spat out.

Y/N's eyes hardened, mirroring the pain she felt. "I left because I had to, Bucky. It wasn't an easy decision."

Bucky scoffed, a bitter, derisive laugh escaping him. "So you just decided to leave without even telling me? It's like you never cared about us."

"I cared, Bucky." she glared up at him, eyes watering. "I care. But it was too complicated. You wouldn't understand." Bucky's jaw clenched, the alcohol fueling his temper. "And you really think leaving was the best solution? Just running away? Like a coward?" he said, his voice cutting across the pub which had now gone silent.

People at their tables glanced at the duo out of the corner of their eyes, trying not to seem too obvious that they were listening in.

Y/N's voice wavered, glancing around the dim pub. Her heart was torn between the love she still felt for him and the pain of their separation.

"I didn't know what else to do. I needed time to sort things out." She lied in a whisper. She wasn’t ready to tell him what his father told her, afraid that he wouldn’t believe her or that his father was right that Bucky never had truly loved her.

The words hung heavily in the air, a painful admission that neither of them wanted to acknowledge. The hurt between them deepened as they both lashed out in frustration and fear.

"You think leaving was the best thing for us?" Bucky's voice grew louder, his emotions bubbling to the surface. A chair creaked in the distance as someone shifted in their seat. "You didn't even give us a chance to talk!"

"And what would we have talked about, Bucky?" Y/N retorted, her voice breaking. "Our lives were heading in different directions. We were never meant to be."

Bucky's eyes darkened, his anger simmering. "Don't you dare say that," he whispered, almost pleading. "We had something real, something special."

Those words made Y/N chuckle. A dry, mirthless chuckle. At that point she just gave in to all those fears and negative thoughts she had.

“Fuck! Like you care, Bucky. You never cared, not about me or anything else! You’re just a good actor taking whatever you want and then using it like a toy you can get rid of when you've had your fun!"

Bucky was stunned by her words. He leaned away from her, eyes glistening.

Was that really how she saw him?

Instead of proving her wrong, he balled his fists in anger, if this was anybody else, they would have already been sprawled on the floor from the force of the blow he would deliver. But this was someone who owned his heart ever since they were kids.

“Sounds more like someone else, do I need to remind you that you were the one who left. Don’t you dare to put this on me Y/N.”

"You broke my heart," he said and Y/N looked away from him.

"You broke mine too," she whispered.

After that, everything else became fuzzy. Y/N vaguely remembered them arguing over drinks until even she had drank more than she ever had done. They both said things they didn’t mean but couldn’t take back. The next thing she knew, the owner of the pub had kicked them both out due to their argument starting to get too heated and too loud and disturbing other patrons.

Once on the curb Bucky just started walking without even looking at her, it was only when he was almost at the corner of the street that he called out to her.

“Are you coming or what?” He slurred out, the alcohol affecting his speech.

She didn’t know why but she did as he asked and followed him to wherever he was going. She just hoped that it wasn’t the MC’s clubhouse. Cause she knew if they went there things wouldn’t end well for her. But even in her drunken state and after their fight she still trusted him.

They walked in complete silence beside each other and for a little bit, it almost felt like old times. Their hands were almost touching, that’s how close they were walking. But the atmosphere around them was still filled with the aftermath of their fight, anger, hurt...

Almost every emotion went through her.

She didn’t know how it happened but, by the time they stopped in front of a building she remembered it to be Bucky’s house, their hands had been intertwined. But that wasn’t the only thing, they were almost glued together, that was how close they were walking. To any outsider, they would look like just an average couple.

Bucky opened his front door and led her inside. A lot had changed, most of the furniture was the same as those she remembered but there wasn’t any life in it. It was clear that he wasn’t here much, dust covered most surfaces. But the thing that touched her the most was the big picture frame that was hanging on the wall above his couch. The frame was filled with pictures of Steve, Bucky, and her. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked at it. Every emotion rose inside her. She missed those days portrayed in those pictures, they were so happy back then. At least she was. Now it was just a painful reminder of everything that had happened. Did he bring her here to torment her? Cus if he was, this was a very good start.

“Why did you bring me here James?” she asked, her anger and sadness bleeding through her words. But before she could fire off her next question Bucky had stepped closer to her, his hands framing her face as he planted his lips on top of hers.

At first, she was so shocked by his actions that she froze, she didn’t really know what was going on. Bucky was kissing her. She didn’t really know what she was feeling, this was something she had dreamed of for so long. But she was still feeling anger and hurt towards him. And that was where the alcohol kicked in, if she’d been sober then she’d have pushed him off her in a second, hell she would have never even walked home with him.

When she felt him pull back, probably because she wasn’t kissing him back, she pulled him back in and deepened the kiss. She might have still been angry at him but the alcohol started to cloud her judgment more and more until she just didn’t care anymore, she just wanted to live in the moment for as long it would last. Her tongue ran over his lips which he opened happily for her. His hands dropped from her face to find their place on her waist before pulling her with him, their lips and tongues still intertwined, to the couch.

As soon as he felt the edge of the couch he let himself fall into it and pulled Y/N with him so she landed on his lap.

With her chest pressed against his she could feel the rapid beats of his heart, the heat of his skin under her fingers. Even the soft movement of his breath against her face with the smell of alcohol. Every little detail of him she had missed so much and now she just tried to drown herself in them. It lighted her up, like she was on fire and that all just from making out. But then Bucky’s hands moved down from her waist until they were resting on the swells of her butt and softly squeezing them making her moan into his kiss.

“You still sound so gorgeous when you moan babydoll,” he groaned before softly biting her lower lip.

For just a second it was like there was a fuse exploding in her mind when she heard the nickname rolling over his lips. She quickly shook it off before pushing him back down against the reclining part of the couch. She pushed him down until they were laying down.

“Just shut up," she sighed. "It's clear we’re not here to talk.”

She wasn’t even done talking when she started to push his kut over his shoulders until he took it off completely, his shirt following quickly after.

‘Was his chest always this defined?’

She thought to herself while her fingers glided over every inch of his tattooed skin. Bucky’s eyes closed, enjoying her touch. It wasn’t long before the alcohol in his blood gave him a new confidence boost. He picked her up again just to flip them around so she was laying beneath him.

“You’re wearing too much clothes, let’s make this even.”

It wasn’t long before both of them were making out on the couch just in their underwear, hands wandering all over each other.

Y/n hadn’t been this turned on in years, it was like he still knew every little thing that made her tick. She could practically feel herself dripping all over Bucky’s leg that she was grinding on after he had pushed it between her legs. What added to it was the fact that she could feel Bucky’s obvious hard-on against her thigh. He was clearly aware of it as he gripped her hips and guided her movements against his leg and adding a bit more pressure by tightening the muscles in his leg, making her softly moan into his mouth.

“Touch me, please,” Y/N softly spoke when she pulled back from their kiss.

“Never have to ask me twice, babydoll,” he said before he pulled away a bit and pulled her panties down her legs.

“Look at that, so wet for me,” he said, making Y/N gasp when he softly swiped his thumb over her folds, collecting some of her wetness before putting it in his mouth.

“Mmm still the sweetest taste, I need a better taste. Will you let me? Hm? Can I eat this pretty pussy?”

His question hadn’t even left his lips completely and she was already saying yes, begging for him to do it.

It wasn’t long before she was a moaning mess, riding his face as he was fingers deep inside her while making out with her clit. He pulled orgasm after orgasm out of her until she begged him to stop. But that little break didn’t last long before she pulled him back in for a kiss which soon ended with him deep inside of her.

He really did fuck her brains out, there wasn’t a single thought in her mind. There was only them and pleasure in that moment, nothing else. With every thrust of his hips he took her higher and higher until she felt like she was floating, the only thing she could do was hang onto Bucky for dear life.

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, and a searing pain in her head made her wince. She was disoriented for a moment, trying to piece together the events of the previous night. The room was unfamiliar, and her heart raced as she glanced around. Then she noticed an arm wrapped around her. Bucky was breathing steady as he slept beside her.

The memories started to flood back. They had both indulged in too much alcohol, drowning their sorrows while they had argued. In the haze of the night, they had ended up in Bucky's bed.

Y/N's thoughts raced, and a surge of panic washed over her. Did he take advantage of her? Or was he simply looking for a fleeting moment of nostalgia, reliving the past by seeking comfort in their physical connection?

Carefully, Y/N slipped out of Bucky's embrace, her movements slow and deliberate as she tried not to wake him and walked back into the living room. Her clothes were strewn on the floor, a stark reminder of the night's events.After their play time on the couch he had taken her to his bed for round two before falling asleep in each other’s arms. As she hastily dressed, the weight of her assumptions and insecurities pressed down on her.

She could hear Bucky shifting in his sleep, but Y/N didn't dare to look back. The room felt suffocating, and the idea of facing him filled her with dread. She believed she had made a mistake, that she had been foolish to drink so much and let him affect her so much that she had fallen for his charm, again. Maybe it had all just been a drunken whim for Bucky, she didn't want to be the one holding onto false hope that it could have been something more.

With one last glance at Bucky's sleeping form, Y/N quietly slipped out of the house, closing the door behind her. The cool air outside hit her like a wake-up call, and she hailed a taxi, ready to put some distance between herself and the uncertainty of the night before and back to where she had left her car.

As the taxi drove her away from Bucky's place, Y/N's heart ached with regret and doubt. But in her mind, it was better to leave now, to protect herself from the heartbreak that she thought was inevitable. She wished that she had never ran into Bucky the night before.

Little did she know that Bucky was waking up in that room, his heart heavy with the realization that he had let her go without saying what he truly felt. Her leaving, more like running away from him again made his heart break all over again. But he knew that it hadn’t been his smartest move to talk to her while drunk. Sleeping with her while being drunk and without everything cleared up had been a mistake.

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missvelvetsstuff · 1 year

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Where You Goin, Star?

Masterlist

Biker Bucky Barnes x Rich girl reader

Summary: Reader meets Bucky when the truck hauling her show horses breaks down as she is trying to leave for an event and he works for the mechanic. Passionate, secret love affair ensues. After a confrontation with her father, Bucky decides she deserves better than a poor biker like him and leaves town with his friends Steve and Sam.

Three years later, reader is trapped in an abusive relationship and about to give up hope of things ever improving, when Bucky comes back.

Notes: This came into my head a couple of weeks ago after I heard Billy Joel's 'Uptown Girl' so I guess it's very loosely based on that. It has been clogging my head up and kept me from focusing on Guarded Heart so I had to toss it out here

Please let me know what you think. I have more planned but need to know someone will read and enjoy it, even a little bit, before I dig into this story any more cuz it's gonna get very angsty. If it's bad please be nice.

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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

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warriorofthought · 1 year

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First Date

Summary: Biker Bucky takes you out on a date in a cute restaurant

Word count: 2548

Warnings: no one

Biker Bucky x Reader

This is the second part to "A rescue and a ride home" but can also be read without having read the first part.

An hour before the mentioned time you are almost ready with your outfit, only your shoes are missing, you have decided to put on your sneakers to your simple but still classic Outfit. You put on a very warm Sweater so that you don't have to take a jacket with you and a shirt underneath, in case it gets too warm, you can still take off the sweater.

A few minutes before seven you hear a motorcycle stop in front of your house and when you look at the clock again, your watch reaches seven and the doorbell rings. Right on time. You quickly run to the door, grab your small bag and put on your sneakers. Then you open the door and a bouquet of flowers appears. Purple roses.

They are beautiful.

"Bucky?" With a grin, Bucky comes out from behind the bouquet.

Your eyes travel over his figure. He's wearing his leather jacket from yesterday, which, by the way, looks great on him. Dark gray jeans and a dark blue colored hoodie highlight his eyes even more. All things considered, he looks just as handsome as he did yesterday, just a little more fixed up today.

"Hi Y/n, these are for you, I hope you're not allergic to them and you like them?"

"Thanks Bucky, they're beautiful and I'm not allergic to the flowers, I'll put them in a vase, wait for a few seconds alright?"

"Of course, I'll wait here."

You take the flowers and quickly run into the kitchen with them and fill up a vase with some water before putting the flowers in. Then you remember what the flowers mean, the message the purple rose is sending is "love at first sight" does that mean he likes you, really likes you. Your heart stops for a moment at the thoughts and starts racing with joy and a big grin graces your face, which you can't suppress.

Then you run quickly to the front door again. When you get there, you already see that Bucky is waiting for you on his motorcycle. This time he has an extra helmet for you. You like that very much. In case of an accident, his head is protected as well. You lock your front door and put your key in your purse as you walk up to Bucky.

He hands you the second helmet and puts on his. Then he looks to see if you need help putting yours on and helps you close it, checking to make sure it fits properly.

"And are you excited, y/n"

"Yes, I am. How about you, Bucky?"

"Me too, pretty lady."

At this you have to chuckle for a moment.

Bucky smirks and sits down on the bike, then taps his thigh and you sit behind him.

After that you hold on to him again as he starts the engine and the two of you drive off.

You don't drive too long, then Bucky stops at a cozy little restaurant. Bucky turns off the engine. Then you get off and take your helmet off, Bucky does the same, then Bucky stuffs the helmets away.

As you take a better look at the Restaurant from outside, you notice Bucky reaching for your hand. Surprised at the gesture, you look first at your joined hands, then at him.

"Is...is that okay?" Comes softly from him.

"Uh, yeah, it's fine." Your cheeks turn pink and your heart does a little skip with joy.

You see your answer bring a satisfied grin to his face and he tightens his grip on your hand a little, then pulls you to the front door of the restaurant.

As he opens it for you, you hear a soft melody coming from inside. Buck follows you inside and leads you to a corner table by the window. Then an elderly lady approaches you both.

"Bucky, my dear, it's good to have you back." She pulls Bucky into her arms, he has a gentle smile on his face and hugs her back. You like the sight very much.

When her gaze lingers on you, she lets go of Bucky again.

"Who is that pretty lady you brought, did you finally find a proper wife or is she your girlfriend? Then you could have introduced me to the pretty thing earlier"

" This is y/n and she's not my girlfriend, not yet, so I would like to call her a girlfriend already, but we're just on a date to get to know each other and stuff? " Bucky gets confused while talking and becomes nervous, looking over at you uncertainly. You decide to help him out.

"Hi nice to meet you, I'm y/n, maybe soon Bucky's girlfriend too if he's really serious." You smile kindly at the lady and hold out your hand to her, but before you can react she pulls you into her arms.

"I would love that, I'm Susie, nice to meet you, so what will it be for you, should I get the menu or do you already know, Bucky?"

"I already know, 2 times number 17 and once 44 and 97 for dessert and 2 cokes."

"Good choice my dear"

You and Bucky have an exciting conversation until the food comes. You ask him how he lives and he tells you about his crew and that he makes pretty good money as a mechatronics engineer with his own garage. You tell him what you do for a living and that your parents live in another city and that you moved here for your education and now stay here for work.

Bucky ordered your favorite dish as the main meal, which totally surprises you and it turns out to be his favorite dish as well. For dessert we have a chocolate cake and a white chocolate cupcake. Both look stunningly delicious. You are delighted.

You two enjoy it, you are drinking from your coke when Susie comes back and takes the big plates away from you both because they are empty, now you only have the two small plates with the cakes with 2 forks each so four.

"Y/n , I didn't know exactly which of the two cakes you would like better, that's why I took both because I think these are the best ones Susie makes and you should definitely have tasted them."

You have to chuckle for a second and think about which one to try to eat first.

"I can't decide Bucky, they both look so yummy." You pout.

"Then try them both, love," surprised, you look at him and see that he has gone red in the face because of what slipped out.

You have to suppress a giggle as he looks so cute.

"You'll have to eat from both of them too then, Bucky".

He nods at you and takes the first bite of the chocolate cake with his fork, you of the other.

As you chew the piece in your mouth you can hardly believe your taste buds. It tastes so good. You immediately try the chocolate cake as well and it tastes just as delicious.

When you've both finished eating, Bucky smiles at you.

"Those two cakes are almost like a sin, but I'm glad I got to share them with you."

"Oh, yeah, they're fantastic!" you agree.

You see that Bucky grabs his serviette and then he reaches for your face, he holds it gently and removes the chocolate sauce that has gotten lost on your cheek.

"Oh, thank you"

"You're welcome" you notice the heat rising in your cheeks, but Bucky is still looking into your eyes with fascination and you can't manage to tear your eyes away from his, they hold you trapped.

"You're so beautiful, y/n," Bucky whispers, as if the moment would vanish if he said it louder.

Realizing he's still holding you, Bucky quickly lets go of you, nearly knocking over his glass in the process. You both have to laugh amused but happy.

Then you talk some more and he also tells you what his full name is. You like his full name very much and you actually tease him a bit with it, which he likes, but doesn't admit.

When Bucky has to go to the bathroom for a minute, Susie comes out from behind the counter and comes up to you and speaks to you lovingly.

"You know, you're special to Bucky, even though this is a bit quick and this is very short notice with the two of you, I can tell you that Bucky is definitely serious about you. Bucky's eyes lit up when he looked at you just now and also when he talked about you this morning, he really likes you a lot, I've never seen that look on him before, but I know it from my husband and I can tell you that look is just dripping with affection and love. Bucky is serious, even though he may have made his life a bit dangerous with his biker crew, he wants to protect you and above all love you unconditionally if you allow him to."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, very much actually, I've known Bucky since he was little and you mean the world to him since he met you yesterday, he's never been as happy as he is with you now the two of you were here and when he told me about you. "

"Wow."

Before she can say anything else, Bucky comes back from the bathroom.

Susie disappears behind her counter again and Bucky signals her after he sits down that we want the bill.

"So what were you two talking about?"

"Ah, nothing much, she just told me she's known you since you were little and you used to be cute as a button." You giggle at the thought of a little boy eating Susie's chocolate cakes, but you don't tell him the rest of the conversation between you and Susie.

As it is getting late, you say goodbye to Susie after paying the bill. Then you both walk over to Bucky's motorcycle.

"Y/n, do you have to get up early tomorrow?"

"No, why?"

"I'd have another surprise, but we had to drive there, would that be okay with you, or would you prefer me to drive you home?"

" I...I'd like to see the surprise, Buck"

"Good, that is good"

He hands you your helmet and he takes his and you both put it on. Then Bucky checks to make sure you have it on right and gets on the motorcycle. You get on the back. Then the two of you ride off.

During the ride Bucky sometimes lets one of his hands wander to yours on his belly and you intertwine your hands. What brings the butterflies in your stomach again and again to fly around.

After you have been driving for a while you arrive at a mountain. Next to it flows a small river. You park at the foot of the mountain and together you start walking up. Bucky grabs your hand as you walk up the mountain and together you walk hand in hand up the mountain.

At the top, you sit down on a bench. Then you let your eyes wander. From the mountain you can see down on the city and its lights sparkle at you both. A stunning sight. As you let your gaze wander against the sky, you see that the stars are shining extra bright today.

"Beautiful aren't they?" you breathe into the evening air.

"Yes, indeed, beautiful." Looking over at Bucky, you see that he meant you, not the stars, as he was watching you.

Slightly, you smile. You've never smiled so much in your life.

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As you watch the lights for a while you notice a cold wind coming up and goosebumps form on your skin. Now you curse that you didn't take a jacket with you.

Before you can say anything to Bucky or turn to him, you feel him put something around your shoulders. When you look up you see that it is his jacket and he himself has moved closer to you.

"We wouldn't want you to freeze to death with such a beautiful sight." He breathes softly into your ear and pulls his jacket a little tighter around your body before he sits close enough to you that you can feel his body heat. Immediately, you feel warmer already.

You smile and close your eyes, just listening to the sounds of the city streets. The wind was blowing lightly in your face and moving one of your hair strands. Bucky felt the need to touch them, knowing they would be soft on his fingers.

You caught him staring at you, a blush creeping up on your cheeks, but he didn't take his eyes off you and this time he stared into your eyes.

"You look beautiful when you blush," Bucky admitted.

"Thank you."

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After midnight Bucky decides to drive you home as it is getting colder and colder and also in the city, the lights are going out more and more.

In front of your house Bucky stops. You get off, take off your helmet and give it back. Then quickly without Bucky noticing what you do you quickly smell his jacket again and get Bucky soft and yet rustic leather scent in the nose. You take off the jacket and give it back to Bucky. He doesn't want to put it on but you force him to take it back because it's his jacket and you are in front of your house. Then Bucky escorts you to the front door.

"I really enjoyed our date, Y/N," he admitted.

"I'd like to ask you out again. Of course, only if you really want to."

You nodded your head in agreement. "Yes, that sounds like a very good idea."

You knew you couldn't let him walk out of your life. He had fascinated you in so many ways tonight that the thought of never seeing him again seemed impossible in your mind. You just wanted to keep him until the very ending. This date shouldn't be the only one you guys have. You wanted more. And you were willing to do anything to spend more time with him.

Bucky pulled his hand out of yours to push a strand of hair behind your ear. That single light touch was enough to make you feel your heart beating wildly in your chest.

Then Bucky takes another step closer to you and rests his forehead against yours. The two of you can smell each other because of it. You two are so close that you can feel each other's breath slide over each other's skin.

"Thank you for giving me a chance for this date."

"You're welcome, it was a great night, Bucky."

"You really should go in now, y/n"

"I should, I really should," you whisper, not really wanting to tear yourself away from him.

"Good night, y/n"

"Good night Buck, get home safe."

"Go on" Bucky pushes you towards the door. You unlock it and wave goodbye to him again with a smile before disappearing into the house. This has been a wonderful evening.

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