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urdepressedslut · 9 months
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You’re Mine, Sunshine (masterlist) ♡
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♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader (Mob!Au Bodyguard!Au)
♡ Series Summary: Bucky gets picked by a very rich and respected man to be his daughter’s personal bodyguard. The Father warns him that it won’t be an easy job, that she is a brat and difficult to deal with. But what happens when Bucky meets you and you’re the complete opposite?
♡ Series Warnings: mentions of amputation, dark themes, violence, death/death threats, talk of parent death, fluff, angst, stalking, daddy issues, anxiety attacks/panic attacks, abuse, depression, depressive episodes, PTSD, dry humping, hints to smut, (warnings to be added as new chapters are released)
Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine ☀️
(SERIES ONGOING)
Last Updated: 9/8/23
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | SERIES 18+
⇨ Chapter One
↳ After Pierce interviews Bucky for the job, he warns him of you. Bucky is starting to rethink his decision, but when he meets you... you're not what he expected.
⇨ Chapter Two
↳ Bucky takes you home, and later finds you in the library. You both get to know each other a little better, but Bucky is hesitant.
⇨ Chapter Three
↳ Bucky has a surprise meeting with Pierce, getting informed about your secret admire. Meanwhile, Bucky tries to keep things professional, he’s hesitant to cross the line when you need him.
⇨ Chapter Four
↳ You don’t know what to think of Bucky after he took you to bed last night. Bucky can’t continue to keep the stalking situation hidden from you. Something is found on your doorstep.
⇨ Chapter Five
↳ Getting to know each other better doesn’t go according to plan. Bucky has to comfort you and fix the mess he made. Will you forgive him?
⇨ Chapter Six
↳ Bucky receives a morning visit from Steve, with the news about what was in the box. Bucky continues to think about what he should do. Should he tell you the truth about your stalker?
⇨ Chapter Seven
↳ Bucky finds you making a mess in the kitchen, attempting to bake and offers his help. The two of you get to talking and some reveals about each other begin to come out. Will he finally tell you about your stalker?
⇨ Chapter Eight
↳ After a surprise visit from Pierce, tension arises as he threatens Bucky of his job. Pierce wants to have a talk with you and it doesn't go very well.
⇨ Chapter Nine
↳ After the events from the other day, you try and cope with the reality of what happened. The world is a lot less colorful than you remember. Bucky helps comfort you after you realize you have no one left.
⇨ Chapter Ten
↳ Someone comes knocking at your door in the morning. Bucky answers and is surprised with who he finds. Are they going to help them or hurt them?
⇨ Chapter Eleven
↳ The tension can't be ignored anymore between you and Bucky. Steve shows up and he's not alone.
⇨ Chapter Twelve
↳ Reality is hitting you as you, Bucky, Steve and his men all venture off to a secret safe house only Steve knows about. The events from the last couple of days are starting to hit you with a sickening force, leaving you weak and crippled.
⇨ Chapter Thirteen
↳ Your dreams consist of random memories of your parents, but are they really random? Despite the past days of hell—you still find it difficult to resist Bucky. You two spend a heated morning together, devouring each other while you still have these moments.
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jobean12-blog · 10 months
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Protecting What’s His
Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x reader (Bodyguard AU)
Word Count: 2,590
Summary: Bucky has been your bodyguard for some time now and it’s been hard to deny how badly you want him to be more than that. 
Author’s Note: All these new pics of long haired beefy Seb have got me thinking and I thought I’d try a crack at Bodyguard AU. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: flirty tension, some fluff, Bucky is a bit serious and grumpy but he’s soft, mention of s-c-ar-s, a moment of slight p-a-ni-c in the elevator 
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Bucky holds the door of the elevator open and motions for you to step inside. You walk in and plant yourself along the far wall. Once Bucky is inside he presses the button to close the door.
He dwarfs the entire elevator.
A heavy silence falls between you and your entire body zings with hyperawareness. You try to control your breathing so he won’t notice how affected you are but you’re already concerned it’s written all over your face.
It’s been several months since he’d started being your bodyguard and every one of them has been pure torture. Every inch of him is intimidating with his broad shoulders and thick biceps and legs that go on forever but it’s his eyes that really draw you in. A beautiful blue color like the ocean, framed by long, dark lashes and filled with a softness that contradicts everything about his physical presence.
As ex-military he’s more than qualified for the job and he takes it seriously. He seems to take everything seriously, that’s why making him smile has become one of your favorite pastimes.
As the elevator moves downward you glance at him out of the corner of your eye. His dark blue tailored suits fits perfectly, accentuating all of the aforementioned yummy parts of him.
“Did you enjoy the party?” you ask in a teasing voice.
He’s so focused on his job that you’ve rarely seen him indulge in any of the fun activities he escorts you to but this party had been particularly enjoyable.
His expression softens slightly and you even seen the corner of his mouth turn up.
“I had fun watching you have fun,” he states, matching your teasing tone.
You look up and grin at him.
His gaze turns intense once again as his eyes drop to your mouth.
You open your mouth to ask how come he didn’t even steal a glass of champagne to indulge when the elevator jolts, metal creaking and squeaking as it stops.
It throws you off balance and you fall back against the mirrored walls.
“Are you alright doll?” he asks as he reaches out a hand to steady you, his brow furrowed with concern.
A sliver of fear runs through you. “Are we stuck?”
He reaches over to press the ground floor button, and nothing happens. “I think so.”
Your eyes dart around the small space and you feel the tightness of anxiety starting to make your breathing difficult.
His eyes narrow and he pulls his cell phone from his pocket, quickly typing something.
“Oh no,” you whisper.
You start to feel light headed and your fingertips tingle as your panic increases.
“Doll face.”
Your chest heaves with your struggled breathing.
A large, warm hand settles on your bare back and you look up to find his head bent toward yours.
“Are you feeling claustrophobic?”
You nod rapidly.
“It’s ok,” he assures you, pulling you closer to his body. “Look at me. Keep your eyes on me.”
You do just that, imagining you’re sitting on the sand and staring out at the most beautiful ocean.
“Breathe in.” He takes a slow, easy breath in and the releases it. “Breathe out.”
You do the same.
“Keep doing that and stay focused on me. I’m right here. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
His face is so close you can see every hair of his beard, even the gray ones. Your eyes drop to his mouth as you continue your slow breathing. You lick your lips and glance up at him, shocked to see his stare locked on your mouth.
Your breath hitches and you feel a new wave of tingles shoot across your skin.
He straightens. “Sit down.”
His command is blunt and quick.
“In this dress?”
At your bemused expression he unbuttons his suit jacket before holding out his hand for you.
You look down at it and slowly place your own in his. With your free hand you reach for the silky material of your dress and part it at the slit, exposing the skin of your leg. His grip on your hand tightens.
Your eyes fly to his before you carefully slide down the wall. He copies your action and leans back, his knees bent and his suit pants straining against the heavy muscle of his thighs.
“Better?” he asks.
“Yeah, thank you.”
“Don’t worry, I’m sure this will get fixed soon,” he says assuredly.
“I hope we aren’t high up.”
Your words are slightly shaky and it looks as if he wants to reach out for you but thinks better of it before answering, “no, I think we’re just above the opening to the ground floor.”
You nod. “I guess you don’t have problems with confined spaces.”
“They don’t bother me,” he replies.
“I bet there isn’t much that does. Bother you, I mean?”
He turns his face to you and you study him as he answers, “not much.”
You feel a smile pulling at your mouth so you bite your bottom lip to stop it. His jaw tightens as the muscle ticks and he drops his eyes to your mouth again.
“What have you been reading lately?” he asks.
The question surprises you and now you can’t stop a full-on grin.
“Everything and anything,” you admit. “Mostly romance.”
“Is that your favorite…?”
Before you can answer his question his cell rings and he gives you a quick apologetic look before standing and answering it. After several nods and mumbled “okays,” he holds out his hand to help you stand.
“Thanks for calming me down,” you say before taking it. “I owe you a drink.”
His large and calloused fingers close around yours and he pulls you to your feet. At the same time the elevator jerks upward and you fall against his chest.
He catches you in his arms and you cling to him, startled, as you press yourself along his body.
His eyes drop to your mouth before he looks away.
“You don’t owe me anything doll,” he grumbles. “It’s my job.”
You’re about to respond that calming you down isn’t part on his bodyguard protocol but the elevator moves again and then the doors start to open. He releases you gently.
Two maintenance men stand outside with smiles.
Bucky gestures for you to step off first, and you do, smiling in thanks to the elevator mechanics. You turn to watch Bucky walk out and notice his eyes slide down your body before moving back up to your face.
“You good?” he asks.
“Yeah, fine now, thanks again.”
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“I don’t know why he’s keeping me at arm’s length,” you huff sullenly. “We’re both adults and I’ve seen the way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not paying attention.”
You drop your head to the table and groan.
“Maybe he’s worried he’ll lose his job?” Nat suggests as she sips her coffee. “I mean he shouldn’t be distracted…”
“I’m not a distraction!” you scoff. “It’s not like I’m going to try to seduce him while we’re out in public where there are threats…although…the thrill of public sex is…”
“Babe,” Nat admonishes but she can’t hide her smile.
You give her a sad face. “I want to climb this man like a tree.”
“Then just do it. The next time you have him alone. Do it. Make sure there’s no doubt he knows what you want.”
You give her a raise of your brow and take a sip of your coffee as you contemplate her advice then your lips turn up into a mischievous smirk. “I might just do exactly that.”
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“I really don’t feel like going to this party,” you admit as you sit in the passenger side of Bucky’s SUV. “I’d rather stay home.
Bucky’s gaze quickly flicks to you, his eyes running down your body before he focuses back on the road.
“I thought you liked these parties.”
“I do. But not all the time. Being home in pajamas is nice too.”
He nods in agreement.
“I don’t even like this dress that much. I’m not sure it suits me.”
You turn his way and note the white knuckled grip he has on the steering wheel.
“What do you think?” you ask.
“About?” he counters.
“My dress.”
“It’s fine,” he states.
Your mouth drops open with indignation but apparently he wasn’t done commenting.
“You always look perfect.”
“Thanks,” you whisper, looking away to hide your triumphant smile.
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“Bucky,” you say quietly as you walk up next to him. “I’m ready to go. My feet hurt and I’m kind of tired. Take me home.”
He nods as he stares at you.
You lean up to kiss his cheek, breaking him out of his trance. “Thank you.”
He gives you his arm and you wind yours through it, leaning into him as you walk toward the elevator.
“Not another elevator,” you mutter.
“We can take the stairs if you prefer,” Bucky offers. “It’s only two flights.”
You look down at your shoes, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. The action draws his attention to your mouth and you catch him staring. Again.
“What are the chances we’ll get stuck again?” you ask warily.
“Very unlikely,” he tells you with a soft smile.
He helps you into the car, the ride is mostly silent other than your few short questions and his even shorter answers.
“You know I never got to thank you with that drink,” you say when you pull up to your house.
“For what?” he asks, looking genuinely confused.
“For helping me in the elevator last week. If you hadn’t been there I’m not sure how bad it would have gotten.”
“Doll,” he starts. “It was nothing. I’m glad I could have been there to help. It’s all in a days work.”
You hold his gaze, shifting in your seat at its intensity. Your movement draws his eyes to your legs and you see heat replace some of the intensity.
He clears his throat. “Let me walk you to the door.” Without another word he gets out and rounds the SUV.
You try to hide your disappointment and take his outstretched hand, sliding from the seat. You stumble on your heel and your palms land flat on his broad chest just before he reaches out to steady you.
“Sorry,” you mumble. “I’m ready to be out of these shoes.”
He chuckles and waits until you’re steady on your feet once again. His hand rests on your lower back as you walk toward the door.
You’re not even half way up the walkway when the sky opens up and the rains starts. You screech and try to run but Bucky grabs you, motioning down to your shoes.
“Easy doll. Don’t want you taking a tumble.”
You cling to him as you move toward the porch, already soaking through.
“You can’t go home like this,” you tell him when you reach the door.
He looks down at his clothes, wet and sticking to his skin. “I’ll be fine doll face.”
“Bucky,” you sigh. “At least come in and dry off.”
The muscle in his jaw flexes as his eyes flicker to your body, your wet dress molded to every last curve.  When he meets your eyes again you startle at his expression. His blue eyes are darker and filled with hunger, something he does little to hide now.
You turn away, still unsure if he’s going to follow but then you feel his heat at your back as he comes inside and shuts and locks the door.
“Hang on. I’ll get some towels.”
Before bringing him the towels, you quickly peel off your dress, dry off and change. When you arrive back downstairs he’s standing in your foyer and trying to take off his suit jacket.
You giggle at the sight and rush over you help him pull off the sleeves, the material sticky from the rain.
“Thanks doll,” he murmurs as he takes the towel.
He begins to dry off, patting his shirt and running the towel over his hair.
“You need to take his off,” you tell him sternly then reach up to the buttons of his shirt. “I can put it in the dryer for you.”
He whispers your name, his eyes on your fingers as they slowly undo each button. You separate the sides of his shirt to reveal his skin, glistening from the wetness of the material.
You press your fingertips to the upper right side of his chest, touching a circular scar.
“Is this a bullet wound?” you ask, your voice thick with emotion.
“A sniper,” he answers quietly. “And not a very good one.”
“What do you mean?” you whisper, looking up into his eyes. “He shot you!”
“I’m sure he was aiming for my head.”
He says it so casually, but the thought makes you feel sick.
You swallow hard, your fingers trembling as you move them lower, trailing them across a large gash that runs over his ribs.
“And this?”
“Bar fight. Some assholes like to pick fights with soldiers.”
“It looks bad.”
“Yeah, it wasn’t pretty. But I survived.”
Your fingers move over his cool skin, his abdominals flexing under your touch as you slide them lower, through the dark trail of hair that disappears into his pants.
“Doll?” he growls, gently grabbing your wrist.
You wrench your eyes away from his body and look up at him in surprise.
“I…” you start, “I’m sorry. It’s just…I want….”
“This isn’t a good idea,” he says through gritted teeth.
“Why not?” you counter, wanting to pout like a child.
You must be doing just that because he lifts his free hand and brushes his thumb across your lower lip before he traces the curve of your jaw.
“I can’t do my job properly if all I can think about is getting my mouth and hands on you. I need to keep you safe.”
His words are pained and you can see the war in his eyes.
“But there are no threats right now. It’s just you and I, safe at home.”
He’s still holding your wrist and you slip free of his grasp, taking his hand in yours and placing it just above the neckline of your tank top.
“Touch me Bucky. Please.”
You leave his hand there and lift yours to push his shirt from his shoulders. You have to tug the wet material off his arms but once he’s free of it you let your fingertips ghost along his skin, goosebumps forming in their wake.
“Doll,” he pleads, his eyes closing.
When you reach the button of his pants you toy with it before deftly popping it open. His arousal strains hard against the fabric and you suck in a breath.
He finally stirs, his eyes opening and focusing all their intensity on you and the path of his hand across your collarbone.
His calloused fingertips are feather light as they slide along your shoulder until they trace along the column of your throat. His large hand closes around the back of your neck and he tilts your head back, dragging you into his chest.
He dips his head, his lips hovering just above yours as he whispers, “if we do this…”
“Yes,” you breathe out, your eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks.
“You need to know something doll.”
His nose bumps yours as he brushes it over your skin, his lips moving to shell of your ear.
“What?” you gasp, your nails digging into his chest.
“You belong to me now.”
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harleyquinn3289 · 3 months
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Calling all Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier fans. I'm looking for some stories with Bucky/Winter Soldier stories. If you know any good ones comment below 👇 where I need to look. It could be the name of the stories or the name of the writers. Thank you. 👋 💜 💙
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His Silly Princess | Bucky (Oneshot)
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Character: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Reader
Words Count: 1,671
Summary: A modern royal love story. A naive princess who wants to get away from an arranged marriage. She never knew that her guard had loved her since the beginning. 
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Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more. 
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Zylovia is a country where monarchy still exists. It’s a developed country located near Western Europe. 
It’s a prosperous country, and the number of unemployed is also the lowest. Tourists love coming here for the casino, race car, and music festival. 
But this country has one outdated rule. It didn’t apply to the citizens. Only for the royal family. 
“If the female royal member marries a commoner, she will lose her status."
You learned that rule when you were 12 years old as the youngest siblings and Princess Zylovia. You didn't put a deep thought into it. 
But now, when you are almost 30 years old, and your older siblings are already married, you think this is good for you.
Because you realize you’re not fit to do the duty as a princess. 
Your oldest brother has prepared since he was a kid to be the king. When he reaches the age of 40, he will be crowned as the king. Your second brother will be the second commander in the military. 
While you have a job as a painting conservator at the museum, your duty as a princess is to welcome the official foreign guest at the castle. You learned some languages, but you’re not allowed to give any opinion on politics.
You don’t hate being a royal, but sometimes you feel like living in a golden cage. 
And finally, you had enough because, on your recent birthday, your parents talked to you about marriage. 
The king and queen don’t want to be separated from their youngest daughter, but they hint that they wish for her future husband from the royal circle. In other words: arranged marriage. 
You clenched your jaw while smiling at your parents. If the man from the royal circle is a real gentleman, you wouldn’t mind. 
But the problem is, please pardon the harsh language; none of the men from the royal family are your type. 
Your type of man must have a stable job, look good in suits, and have a nice body. 
That’s why, for a couple of days, you’ve made a list of potential future husbands. After you write it, you realize most of the men are from the knights. Perhaps because you always went to meet your second brother at the military training ground, so you know some people. 
Steve Rogers
[Friendly, not married, nerd, loves to paint like me]
Ari Levinson 
[Funny, beautiful hair, handsome]
‘Knock, knock!’ Suddenly, someone knocked on your door.
“Come in.”
You didn’t have to turn around to see who it was. You have known him for years, and your ears are familiar with the sound of his footsteps. 
The person who walked into your room has been your exclusive bodyguard for years - James Barnes, but you always call him Bucky his nickname. 
Bucky is a commoner and an elite soldier. If there’s a shooting competition, he will be in the top three. Your second brother always hates him. 
He has received many medals of honors, but he rejects a knight title from your father. You don’t understand why he declined the offer. If he received it, he could enter politics, and he doesn’t have to follow her around anymore. 
He’s tall, handsome, with perfect blue eyes and has fine muscles on his body. Bucky also has a primarily female fanbase when he wears the military uniform and rides a horse at the independence ceremony. 
He became a celebrity overnight.
But you have never seen or heard any rumor about him with a woman. 
“Your highness, in two hours you are going to attend the tennis tournament.” 
You dropped the pen and dropped your head to the table. “Urgh. Do I have to?”
Bucky chuckled when he saw you unwilling to go. One thing you hate about your duty is to be the guest at the tennis game. You prefer to watch the race car, but it's reserved for your brother's. 
Even though you didn’t want to go, you still dragged your feet to the dressing room to grab your coat. 
When you were searching for the right outfit, you suddenly remembered. “Oh no!” You didn’t hide the potential list that you just wrote. You wish you could dig your own grave and disappear. 
And you were right; Bucky saw your writing. He furrowed his eyebrows while he read your paper. “What’s this? Potential man for marriage?”
You stand beside him; you don’t know why you feel scared. This is the first time you have seen him like this. 
His slender, pointed fingers scratched the two names with his nails. There’s a big X on your paper. 
“Don’t marry any of those men.”
“Why?”
A small smile appeared on his lips, along with a soft voice, “Steve hasn’t moved on from his last girlfriend, and Ari, he loves to drink alcohol. I know you hate the smell of alcohol.”
You felt disappointed; you crumpled the paper and threw it into the trash.
“Marriage? Why all of a sudden?” There's an annoyed tone in his voice.
You rubbed your head and muttered, “I need to get married sooner, or my parents will arrange marriage for me, their friend's kid. And you know the truth, I had enough of being a princess.”
Bucky crossed his arms. “But, why them?”
“What?”
He clenched his fist; Bucky stared at her with an annoyed expression. “Why didn't you put me on the list?”
“....”
You waved your hand. “It doesn’t matter, as long as I got married.”
“So, would you like to marry me?”
Are you having hallucinations? Did Bucky just propose to you?
Bucky got on his knees. “Let’s get married.”
You still haven’t come to your senses. Bucky started talking again. “Think about it. Both of us have known each other for a long time. We’ve known each other's likes and dislikes. We’ve been through many things together.”
He’s right. He’s the safest choice if you want to marry someone. You shrugged your shoulders and accepted his hand. “Alright.”
Bucky's beautiful smile appeared on his face. Before he shook your hand, he felt you slightly pull his hand. When you saw him smile, your heart raced. “But, if in the end, we don’t like each other, please wait after three years, then we could get a divorce.”
Bucky chuckled; his attractiveness is not just in his physical appearance but also in his ability to manage his emotions gracefully and restraintfully. He leaned closer to you, and his hands gently grabbed your chin. 
As his calloused hand touched your skin, a subtle warmth spread on your cheeks. You could feel you're blushing. “Silly girl, it will never happen.”
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[Bucky P.O.V]
Then he rests your arms on his. “Then you have the excuse to skip the tournament.”
“Hmm?”
“We should inform this first to His Majesty and Her Majesty.”
“Oh, right.” You nodded, then looked straight into his blue eyes again. “This soon?”
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When both of you walk through the hallway to meet the King and Queen, Bucky tries his best to calm down. He almost lost his common sense when he saw you write another man's name, and there’s a word of ‘potential husband.’
He looks at you and thinks ‘his silly princesses didn’t realize his feelings for her.’ 
Didn’t she know he declined the offer to be a knight so he could be her guard?
If he became a knight, he would work with her second brother. That’s the last thing he wants to do. 
“So, Bucky, don’t worry about money. When I resign as a princess, the kingdom will give us money.”
Bucky chuckled, seeing his sweet princess worried about their future, “That’s so sweet of you. But you don’t need to worry about that.” He gently patted her arms. He wants to tell you that he owns the famous casino in this kingdom and 5-star hotel chains in a few countries.
When both of you are married, Bucky will ensure you don’t have to work anymore. He is pretty sure that her parents will give their blessings even though he’s a commoner (and he’s super rich). The royal family has outdated rules, but because of it, he could marry you. 
Both of you arrived at the king's office room. The guards bowed their heads to greet you. Then you said, “Princesses Y/N and her guard. Wait… and her future husband, James Barnes wants to meet the king.”
The guards and the butler who opened the door lost their composure. They should have known from your body language walking here together hand in hand when usually Bucky always stands behind you. 
This news is shocking compared to the crown prince, who got caught partying too hard and the second prince, who had a messy love life before he got married. 
It seems like your father, the King, hears your voice. Before the castle butler tells him, you hear the gentle voice, “Come in.”
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[2 years later]
<Former Princess of Zylovia Y/N, blessed with male twins>
It's the biggest headline in the country after you gave birth. You feel overwhelmed; you can't believe that you're parents now. 
The King and Queen hold your oldest son, while Bucky has the youngest son in his arms. 
Bucky's eyes are full of love, looking both at his sons. He was almost scared to death since you gave birth one month early. But the doctor assured both of you this is normal since you're pregnant with twins. 
Even though you're not a princess, you're still surrounded by your family. 
And Bucky still treats you like a princess. You almost lost your mind when he told you his business, which turned into your parents, and your brothers already know it, too. 
You want to knock your head; you didn't even know Bucky's business helped increase the country's GDP. 
Everyone said Bucky was the lucky guy to marry the former princess, but they were wrong. It's you who is lucky to marry him.
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kittybeansbarnes · 7 months
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Ask me Tomorrow 2
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Warnings: mentions of stalking, a bit of angst ig, mentions of blood, and I literally don’t know what else
Word count: 1.4k
A/n: here’s the second chapter to this. I know I promised I’d have it out like weeks ago but I’ve been pretty busy with somethings. Please forgive me😔. Already started on part 3 which will be out real soon, most likely tmr. And I hope y’all like this cause idk how I feel about it😭 more action next chapter I promise. Beta’d by @soorwellystan 💕💕 (I’m still not sure about the name of this fic
Pairing: bodyguard!bucky x reader
Part 1
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Bucky was tired to say the least. Don’t get him wrong, he loves doing what he does. Being the hero after being forced to be the villain for so long. He wouldn’t change that for the world. Yet he couldn’t help but long for something more. Call him old school but he wants the family life, wife, kids, a home, maybe a couple pets.
He’d tell himself there was more than enough time for that, then the war came and he saw that dream slowly slip away. He didn't know what it was, call it intuition but he knew he wouldn't come back. He made the best of whatever time he had left. Now as he walks down the streets of modern day New York he realizes that was life times ago. The boy he once was is gone. All that’s left now is a man trying his best with what he’s got. He doesn’t think about that anymore though.
Anyway, who would ever want to have that with him? He knows he is good looking or whatever but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s killed. Sam tells him it wasn't him; he was being controlled and there was nothing he could do to stop all the horrible things they made him do. Which he knows and believes but that doesn’t matter to his brain that plagues him with nightmares every so often. They've slowly begun to stop, but when they do come he doesn't leave the room for days. Looks dont matter when you're trapped in your mind.
He arrives at the motel, the door opens before he could knock. Revealing you. He’s stunned. Flashes of that forgotten dream passing by. You’re beautiful. How come Sam never set him up with you on any of the blind dates he forced him to go on. “Bucky?”
“HUh?”
You furrow your brows. “You're bucky right? Sam showed me a picture of you.”
He clears his throat “um uh yeah. That's me. Bucky”
Opening the door to let him in you keep a wary eye on him.
“You’re uh, you're sams friend right”
“Yes, look, I'm sorry you had to come all the way out here.”
“Don’t worry about it. I'm happy to help” He gives you a soft smile.
You smile back, getting lost in his eyes they're so blue. You stare at each other for what feels like hours until you're interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open. An angry Sam stepped through “I told you not to open the door for anyone.”
“Yeah, but it's Bucky.” you say in a small voice. Never having been at the receiving end of Sam’s anger.
“That doesn’t matter! I told you to not open the door.”
You hang your head down as Sam scolds you
“Do you understand how serious this is?”
“I'm sure she understands Sam. She’s just scared. Treating her like a child isn't going to make her feel better about the situation she's in”
Sam closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath. Calming himself. He turns to you giving you an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. I know you’re not a kid. I just- I just worry. You’re one of my best friends and I can’t stand the thought of losing you”
You look at him with a sad smile. “I understand Sam and thank you, again for this.” You walk up to him, to give him a big hug and kiss on the cheek “I love you, Sammy”
“I love you too peanut”
Bucky watches the display with a warm look on his face. He can tell how important you are to Sam.
“Sam. I think it’s best we head back to her apartment. Make sure everything is safe.”
Sam pulls back from you. “Are you ready to go back?” He asks you “if you need a moment it’s totally ok.”
You turn to look at Bucky giving him a small smile which he reciprocates “Bucky's right. We should go back, I can’t stay here forever.” Sam sighs, nodding his head leading you out towards the car.
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Once at your apartment they leave you in your room to check every room to make sure nothing was out of place. “We’ll be out here peanut. This room is safe but if anything, scream out for help and we’ll be here.”
You smile at him. He’s still very worried and you appreciate it so much. “I’ll be ok here Sam. I know y’all will keep me safe don’t worry”
They check every corner of your apartment starting with the kitchen and living area. It’s a small space so that doesn’t take too long.
Everything seemed normal until Bucky opened your hallway closet. If he hadn’t been desensitized to these things he’d have thrown up. “Sam!! Come look at this.”
The small space is filled with pictures of you out in public. Your head crossed out in red but what makes Sam freeze in horror is the words ‘DEAD BITCH’ written in blood.
After making sure the closet is cleared out Sam take all the evidence to get processed by SHIELD, leaving Bucky to speak with you.
A knock on your door grabs your attention, making you look up at Bucky. “Hey. Did you find anything?”
He hesitates for a moment before sitting dont next to you “y/n before I answer that. Are you sure there’s no one who you know who might want to hurt you?”
“Why do you ask that? What did you find?” You ask worried.
He sighs before grabbing your hand, giving you a comforting squeeze. “We uh, we found a shrine of sorts in your hall closet, filled with some picture of you that seemed to be taken of you going about your days” he leaves out the part where there person threatens your life not wanting you to panic.
“One of the pictures seems to be of you with your family. They know your routine. Which is why I’ll ask again, are you sure there is no one you can think of that might want to hurt you?”
You look shocked, how long has this person been following you? To know where your family home is? You’re on the verge of tears when you answer “I uh, no I can’t think of anyone. I know I’m not the best person out there but I’ve never given anyone a reason to want to hurt me”
“What about your family? Sam told me your father is a pretty successful businessman? Perhaps he might know something.”
You tense that the mention of your father “he uh, we don’t really speak that often. Mostly just holidays. He’s pretty sick right now. I’m not sure if he’s well enough to take visitors. The only other person I can possibly think of speaking to is my step-brother Hugh.” You avoid looking Bucky in the eyes as you speak
He thinks for a moment “Maybe we should go pay him a visit? Ask him. Maybe he knows something? At least just to knock down all the possibilities.” You look like you’re about to protest before Bucky speaks again. “I just want to make sure you’re ok. If your father made any enemies that may want to hurt you to get to him we need to know. But I understand if it’s too much for you”
You look up into his eyes catching a glimpse of worry. He really does want to help. “No it’s ok. You’re right. This is what you’re here for. To make sure I’m safe and if speaking to him is a way to make this go by faster then we should. I’ll call him and let him know we’re going to stop by.” Bucky gives you an encouraging look before you head to your purse in the kitchen to get your phone.
“Ok, I’ll call Sam and let him know where we’re going” He buries his head in his hands when you leave the room. He doesn’t want to make you talk to your family when you obviously don’t want to but he needs to follow every lead. He’s worried about you, sure he just met you but he likes you already. If the circumstances were different he’d be giving you the good ol’ Barnes charm but for now he’s set on making sure you’re ok.
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The man watches from the rooftop as the avengers enter your apartment. Cursing, this is going to be harder than he thought but he needs you dead. They need you dead.
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beefromanoff · 8 months
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bucky barnes' girlfriend camera roll
i made this as a ~visual aid~ for a fic i'm writing, but it was so cute it deserved a standalone post. enjoy xo
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geminijade · 3 months
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Calamity, Catastrophe and Calliope Chapter Four:
A/N: Y/N/N is Your Nickname. Parental angst. Slight talk of bdsm. Descriptions of sex acts/public sex. Mentions of boobies, lol. That's about it, I'm pretty sure. Any and all mistakes are my own.
A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend: MINORS DO NOT ENTER. Everyone else: happy reading!! Hearts, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated!! Enjoy 😉
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Clarence doesn't look happy with me as he glances at me in the rear view mirror.
"I don't know about this, Y/N/N. Your parents wouldn't approve of me not checking things out first."
I lean forward and put my hand on his shoulder. "Oh, come on, Clarence. Kali and I are just hanging out and watching scary movies. How much trouble could we possibly get into?"
He gives me a pointed look and tries to look stern but the smile in his eyes gives him away.
It makes me a bit sad that I'm closer to my protection team than I am my own father. Clarence really cares about me beyond his job. Ever since he started working for my family, I found a special place for him in my heart. He always knows the right thing to say or do to make my worst days better. It helps that he has a daughter my age. He remembers all of my courses that I've taken. He knows who my favorite singer is. Hell, he even has my Starbucks order memorized. My father is too preoccupied with running the country to even care about those things. We're strangers to each other and I can't remember a time when Clarence was a stranger to me.
"Pretty please," I use my sweetest voice. "I need girl time, and it's kinda embarrassing being followed around. We're just going to be hanging out at her house."
He softens, "Okay, that's fine. But I'm not leaving. I'll keep Louis company in the guard shack. I'll be here if you need anything at all."
I throw my arms around him and I kiss his cheek. "You're the best, Clarence."
He playfully shrugs me off. "Get out of here before I change my mind."
I grab my overnight bag and jump out of the back of the car and make my way up the paved stone walkway of Kalista Hartford's house. Kali's father is a wealthy lawyer who my father just appointed as his new Attorney General.
We met last year on the campaign trail and we became instant besties. Unlike the rest of the DC Brat Club, she's definitely more interested in having fun than being seen with very important people who want to be written about in trashy magazines. Kali is a bold and unapologetic breath of fresh air in my boring and controlled life.
"Where's Captain Kink?"
I smile at the nickname we came up with for Bucky and she lets me in. "He has the night off, Clarence is taking over his shift and he's joined your security detail in the guard shack."
Her shoulders slump as she closes the door behind me and I laugh as I say "so sorry to disappoint."
"Zip it. You know that I love you. I can't lie though. I was really looking forward to seeing Bucky." She leans against the door and sighs wistfully. "That man is sin in a suit."
I try to act nonchalantly and shrug. "Whatever tickles your pickle."
I don't like her talking about Bucky that way. I feel irritated. I shouldn't care, but after last night and Bucky's rapid mood change, I don't know where things stand between us. Does he truly want me or am I a convenience to him? I'm starting to think that it's the latter.
"We're not staying here tonight. We're going to celebrate your newfound freedom. There's this awesome club downtown that you have to see to believe."
I cross my arms and look at her. "How exactly are we going to get past my guard and your guard at the gate?"
Kali steps toward me and puts her arm in mine. "Oh, my poor sheltered bestie. You have a lot to learn. Houses often have two exits for a reason, ya know?" She tips my chin up. "Go upstairs and we'll get you all gussied up. I've got a killer red dress that you'll look amazing in. The men will be dropping at your feet. Guaranteed."
I force myself to smile and follow her upstairs. Kali doesn't know it yet, but there is only one man who I want on his knees. I've been fantasizing about Bucky for months but tonight is about the other fish in the sea.
I step out of the cab and look up at an abandoned looking building. "I thought that you said that we're going to a club?"
Kali smiles at me. "We are. C'mon." She beckons for me to follow her and I hesitate when I see her take the steps that lead underground. "Hurry up, we don't want to be seen."
I follow her reluctantly. "Where are we going? Seriously Kali this is a scene from some slasher flick. Some random person is going to find our rotted, dismembered corpses at the bottom of a dumpster somewhere."
That causes her to burst into laughter as she reaches the bottom of the stairs. "Settle down, Ms. Dramatic and get your tight ass down here." She's standing on a landing before a metal door that is so rusted we're definitely going to need tetanus shots after this.
As I finally reach the landing I noticed a high tech looking scanner attached to the wall next to the door. Before I can ask Kali how we're going to gain access without any access cards, she slides a shiny black card into the slot. The red light turns green and I hear a loud click as the door unlocks itself.
She opens up the door and looks back at me. "Please keep an open mind, okay?"
An open mind? This is going to be good.
I follow behind Kali, trying to prepare myself for whatever I might see. The second that I step in the door I am speechless. Black satin covers the walls from floor to ceiling. White leather furniture as far as the eye can see. The lounge area is next to the bar which is sleek and modern. Stools line up in front of the bar which is made of intricately designed mahogany. Flickering lights draw my attention up to a massive chandelier with it's dangling crystals bouncing light off of the walls. This posh club with it's seedy exterior is unlike anything that I've ever seen before. My mind can't make sense of it.
"What is this place?" I see a group of girls standing by the bar. "And why are we all wearing red?"
She gives me a wicked smile and takes me by my wrist and pulls me through the crowd. "You'll see."
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The alluring smells of leather and sex fills the air. I take a deep breath and savor the exotic aromas as they invade my senses bringing back memories of desire.
Fuck, it's been way too long since I've stepped foot into this place.
I'm eager to sate my sexual appetite as I settle in the leather booth and scan the dimly lit room. Tonight I'll find a willing submissive who can handle me. It's all about body language. One by one, I eliminate the girls who are standing in my line of sight, some look familiar and some don't.
Too weak.
Too inexperienced.
Too needy.
I'm being picky because I know that it's going to be nearly impossible to find what I'm looking for. Nothing short of a mind blowing fuck will make me forget about Y/N.
I find myself fantasizing about Y/N, one of the dozens I've created about her when the music reverberates throughout the room. The sexual energy is palpable and it thrums through my veins. I'm fucking half hard, and all I've done is think about the one girl I can't get out of my head.
Across the room, a bright light flashes behind a sheer curtain, revealing a sensual silhouette of a woman arching up off of a table. She's bucking her body like a wild animal, as she's pushed to her limits.
The long curtain drops to the floor and the crowd falls quiet. A naked brown haired woman is laid spread eagle on a table, a rapt expression on her face. A man enters the room, wearing a pair of tight leather pants. He holds a braided leather riding crop in his right hand.
He's pacing back and forth, teasing her body with the tip of the whip until she's trembling. She tenses as she accepts his punishment. He doesn't give her a chance to recover. The longer that I watch the exhibition,the harder my dick gets. If I don't get to release my pent up energy soon, I'm going to lose my fucking mind.
I down my drink and wipe my mouth and see two girls enter the club,both dressed in red. In the real world red means stop, but within these walls red is the color of availability.
I fixate on the bombshell wearing the skimpy red dress. I drink her in with a groan at how short her dress is clinging to her tight body. She's too far away to see her face but it doesn't matter. Looking like she does, she won't be alone for long and my patience is all but gone.
I slide out of my booth and I pursue her to make my claim. I maneuver throughout the masses of people, I quickly reach her side and her friend is nowhere to be found. She's all mine for the taking.
I step in behind her and gently grab her hip. "Wanna play?" Her hair whips against my face as she turns around. My heart drops to my feet.
Y/N?
Her eyes widen, from shock or fear I can't tell. Her breasts are almost spilling out of her dress. She has my cock fully hard.
"What are you doing here?" We ask at the same time.
I narrow my eyes. "Irrelevant. How in the fuck did you even get in here?"
Y/N pretends to think about it. "I used the front door. "
I'd do anything to knock the sass out of her and bend her over my knee. "Do not play dumb with me, Y/N."
"Last time I checked you are a civilian right now. You don't get to tell me what to do."
I yank her against me and I settle my hand on the small of her back. My thoughts are scattered all over the room as soon as I feel her pressed against me. I have a new plan and I'm about to show her.
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lvrdrafts · 8 months
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What should I write next?
My requests are open so please do send some requests im running out of ideas 😭😭and it can be other MCU characters too !
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buckyismybicycle · 9 months
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Title: Bulletproof Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Sebastian Stan (Part of the SebStan Series & written for Hot Bucky Summer 2023) Rating: Explicit Tags: Bodyguard!Bucky, fluff, opposites attract, Sebastian being painfully himself imo Summary: Bucky sees now why this man needs a bodyguard. He’s as reckless as Steve, with very little concern for himself.
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Written for both Alternate June-iverse (C4 - Bodyguard) & Hot Bucky Summer Week 5: Electricity, Fireworks, Knees Buckling at @buckybarnesevents and G5: Bodyguard AU at @allcapsbingo
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pinkiebieberpie · 2 years
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Another one just came to mind before sleeping from nightshift😅😂, I don't know if you did Bodyguard Bucky? Cause that would be 😘😊😆
haven't done bodyguard bucky yet!! so that's exciting!! thank you for the request <3
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urdepressedslut · 9 months
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You’re Mine, Sunshine
♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader
♡ Summary: Bucky gets picked by a very rich and respected man to be his daughter’s personal bodyguard. The Father warns him that it won’t be an easy job, that she is a brat and difficult to deal with. But what happens when Bucky meets you and you’re the complete opposite?
♡ Warnings: mentions of amputation, light angst, hints to violence, mentions of death, bucky being a grumpy man
Part 2
Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine | Mob!AU Bodyguard!AU
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“Mr. Barnes, your résumé so far is quite impressive.” Pierce acknowledged with a slow nod.
Bucky of course had a trained eye, but the glares that were not so subtly sent his way by the big boss— were intimidating. He wasn’t scared, no. He simply respected this man’s power. Bucky knew better than to get on the bad side of someone like Pierce.
“Says here you’re an amputee?” Pierce asked so bluntly, and he noticed Bucky’s eyes squint slightly. “Sorry, if I’m overstepping but nothing will be overlooked.”
“It’s not a problem, sir.” Bucky assured him. “Yes, I lost my left arm during a mission way back.”
Pierce furrowed his brows.
“Mission? I take it you used to be an agent of some sort.” He assumed.
Bucky nodded.
“Hm, very good. Continue.” He waved him on.
“I had some surgical procedures— and now I have a prosthetic.”
Bucky lifted his left arm, rolling his sleeve slightly up to expose the metal to the boss. Pierce hummed impressively, taking in the intricate designs on the metal.
“I can assure you that me having a prosthetic will not be an issue— my arm is made out of only the strongest metal. Bullet proof, in fact.” He added, hoping it would further impress the boss, proving just how perfect for the job he was.
It wasn’t his dream to be a bodyguard, actually it was quite a low in his career— if you asked him. He had fallen out of his previous steady job, due to some complications. He had the experience of being a bodyguard— just not for only one person. It would be a weird change for him, but he was willing to take on the challenge. Also, the pay was nice.
Pierce hummed again, the information that his prosthetic arm was bullet proof— only satisfying him more.
“Like I said, impressive Mr. Barnes. But this is an extremely important task. My only daughter, who must be protected at all costs.” Pierce trailed off, expression growing serious. “It’s been a hard adjustment since the passing of my wife, my daughter is all I have left.”
Bucky nodded in understanding, knowing what it was like to lose loved ones. In fact, that wound was still fresh on him.
“If I allow you to take on this role, you are to swear to yourself that you will do whatever it takes to keep her alive— no matter what.” Pierce spoke loudly, his voice orotund.
Bucky in the back of his mind thought about his choice of words. ‘If I allow you.’ Bucky respected this man, but he had to hold back the scoff that threatened to escape his lips at his statement.
“Do you think you’re ready for that?” Pierce challenged, and suddenly it wasn’t about his daughter at all. It was a man challenging another man, a task that he deemed impossible.
His metal hand behind his back whirred in annoyance. After all that fluffing his head up, complimenting his training. It was clear Pierce thought so little of him, and at that— it made Bucky wanna take the job even more. Just to prove him wrong.
“Yes sir.” Bucky promised, shaking Pierces hand in a firm— slightly aggressive shake.
Pierce smiled, dropping Bucky’s résumé on his desk. Getting himself comfortable, he sat on the edge of the front of the desk, crossing his arms.
“Now, let’s go through what is to be expected.” He started, Bucky nodded for him to continue. “You are to be with her at all times, except for when you sleep. You do sleep right?”
Bucky let the scoff escape this time, but it wasn’t as aggressive as he wanted it to be.
“I’ve got a metal arm, but I’m still human sir.”
Pierce chuckled to himself, and Bucky wanted to roll his eyes. This man thinks he’s so funny.
“Right. You must never let her leave your sight, if she wants to see her friends— you’ll be seeing them with her. Not that it’s going to be an issue, I don’t think she has many friends… or any.” The boss shrugged, seemingly unconcerned about his daughter.
Bucky nodded, taking everything in.
“You are going to be staying with her in the safe house… well— she thinks it’s just a house but the area is guarded with my men.” He shrugged again. “I’m a successful man and with that comes enemies, people who look for my weaknesses. You know that.”
Bucky gave a tight lipped smile, Pierce so far sounding like a father of the year.
“Now, about my daughter. Her name is (Y/n) (Y/L/n), and she is a handful.” Pierce stated frustratedly. “She’s rude, ungrateful, nasty— and just overall extremely difficult.”
Bucky furrowed his brows, rethinking his decision to be a bodyguard for this girl. Fucking lovely.
“You can now understand why I’m paying you the offered amount. It’s only fair to you, Mr. Barnes. Truthfully, I can’t deal with her anymore. I love her, and she’s my daughter but… It just doesn’t work out with me. I’m a busy man— I don’t have time for brats.” Pierce spat, straightening up and heading back around his desk.
Bucky had already been creating this mental image of you, so far you sounded like a witch. He was not at all ready to be dealing with you 24/7.
“Doesn’t sound like a problem boss, I’m happy to be protecting your daughter. Nobody will lay a hair on her head, I swear on my life.” Bucky promised again, bowing his head slightly.
“Oh I know. If anything happens to her and I find out you were slacking even by an inch… well you’re a smart man, I’m sure you can figure it out.” Pierce warned, and Bucky swallowed at the mere intimidation that laced his voice.
But he would not back down to this challenge, which is how he saw this— not a job.
“That will be all Mr. Barnes, (Y/n) is around here somewhere. Find her and take her home.” He told Bucky, putting on his glasses— focusing on his paperwork.
“Yes sir.”
Bucky nodded and turned to exit the room. He was so confused with the interaction. You’d think someone who hires a bodyguard for their daughter would know where their daughter is. The way he spoke about you was off putting. Bucky didn’t even know you, but it felt wrong to hear someone talk so little about you. What did he know anyway— apparently you were a monster.
He made his way through the building with a swift walk, needing to fulfill his duties and find you quickly. He was on the third floor, about to hit the button to the elevator when he saw a young lady. Despite him wanting to find you all on his own, he got her attention.
“Excuse me,” He waved to her with a fake smile, “Do you know where I can find (Y/n) (Y/L/n)?”
The lady smiled and took Bucky by surprise by laughing. His fake smile vanished immediately, his eyes squinting in a annoyed expression.
“That would be me!” You exclaimed with a warm smile.
Bucky’s eyes widened and he thought for a second he was being fucked with, but after you stayed smiling at him, being as patient as ever— he knew you weren’t joking.
“Uh right… Your dad is Pierce?” He asked hesitantly, keeping his guard up. Still thinking someone was messing with him— testing him.
You nodded slowly, giving him a curious expression. Your smile never wavering.
“Yes, and you are?” You asked so politely.
Bucky shouldn’t of been as shocked as he was but truthfully, he was expecting a demon spawn of a person. Red eyes, withered flowers left in your path, a literal storm cloud floating over you— but you looked so normal. So sweet and pretty. Your hair smelled so strongly of strawberry shampoo, he could catch the scent from his spot. Your voice was like honey, the sound soothing.
He was confused as to why your father thought so wrongly of you. He had too many questions.
He cleared his throat, straightening himself now that he believed you were who he was looking for.
“(Y/n), my name is Mr. Barnes— I’ve been hired as your personal bodyguard.” He informed you, watching the corners of your mouth falter slightly.
“Oh, did my Father hire you?” You asked politely.
“Yes ma’am.”
You nodded your head, attempting to keep a smile on your face. But you couldn’t help the distaste for being given a bodyguard. You knew it was only for the sole purpose, that your Father didn’t want to care for you anymore. He wanted nothing to do with you. That fact was enough to make your nose start to burn, but you held yourself together— not wanting to break down in front of this new guy.
Bucky watched you take in the information, the way you took a deep breath, almost controlling yourself before you spoke again.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Barnes. I’m sure we’re going to be great friends.” You told him.
Bucky shook his head, an annoyed expression etching his face.
“Ma’am, I think we should keep things professional. I have been hired as your bodyguard. Let me do my job, and you can continue with your day as usual. You won’t even know I’m here half the time.” He explained rather harshly.
You seemed taken aback, his words hurting you more than they should’ve. You were lonely, and you thought you’d be able to get a friend out of this situation. Even if he was being hired to hang around you. Luck didn’t seem to be on your side as he told you off. The burning felt stronger in your nose, and you took another deep breath.
Bucky only felt bad for a second, but he was quickly snapping back to reality. It was his life on the line to protect you, and if Bucky was anything— it was that he was good at doing his job. This was business, not playtime.
“I’m here to take you home. Are you ready?” He asked you.
You relaxed your quick beating heart, not even having time to speak with your Father. Not that he’d want to anyway. So much had changed since your Mother passed, you had yet to heal those wounds.
You nodded with a weaker smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes. If Bucky had noticed your sudden mood change, he didn’t mention it— instead guiding you outside.
He opened the door to the car that was waiting outside for you, climbing in himself after you were settled.
He started driving to your place, with the help of the car telling him directions.
Meanwhile you gazed out the window, watching the buildings pass by. You forced yourself to keep a small smile on your face, hoping you’d convince yourself that the gesture was genuine if you did it long enough.
Bucky glanced back at you through the rear view mirror from time to time, watching you look out the window. He was still trying to come to terms with how polite you were, how completely opposite you were to your Fathers description.
On one hand it was a relief that he didn’t have to deal with the devil. On the other hand… he was anxious to see where this job would lead him.
A/N: I don’t know what is wrong with me, but suddenly I had this urge to write a bodyguard!bucky fic. let’s be honest, we are all slut’s for bodyguard!bucky 😭 I’m also a whore for the trope grumpy x sunshine 🥰🥴 let me know what you think— this is all word vomit.
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hainethehero · 8 months
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Stucky AU- where Bucky is Steve's bodyguard and he's always in a state of FML because Steve's a lil shit
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"...it's so unfair!" Steve complained into his phone.
"I mean, I kinda understand why he did what he did Steve," Natasha- Princess Natalia- his good friend sighed over the line.
"Whose side are you on?" Steve cried indignantly, flopping over onto his back as he lay spread eagled on his ironically King-sized bed, for he was a young prince with many years ahead of him before he could even dream of ascending the throne of Mersondawn.
"I'm just saying," Natasha starts, "you disappeared for a whole two hours and no one knew where you were."
Steve rolls his eyes. "Tony just wanted to show me the new car he'd built..." he mutters childishly.
"Tony? As in Captain Howard Stark's son?"
Steve bites his lip. "Yeah. I mean, Tony's my friend, why would Bucky be so worried?"
"You really aren't beating those dumb blonde allegations are you?" Natasha deadpans.
"Wha- I'm not dumb-" Steve protests.
"He's your bodyguard," Natasha emphasizes, "of course he'd be worried!"
"Ugh... I hate this!" Steve whines.
He could practically hear Natasha pursing her lips at him in disappointment over the phone.
"Look," she says finally, "his job is to watch over you like a hawk-"
"He's more like a falcon," Steve mumbles causing Natasha to clear her throat sternly.
"His job is to watch over you and when you pull this near-weekly disappearing act, you're kinda messing with the guy's bread and butter."
Steve is silent for some time, thinking it over before he whines like a spoiled kid. "My bodyguard hates me."
Natasha chuckles, muttering something in Russian distantly before returning to the call. "He doesn't hate you, Steve. You just need to give the guy a break. And apologize for nearly giving him a heart attack."
Steve swallows nervously, eyeing his locked bedroom doors. "He... told Uncle Fury on me and got the 'OK' to incarcerate me in my room."
"You kinda deserve it," Natasha chirps, totally amused at Steve's despair.
"Again, whose side are you on?" Steve grumbles.
"Alright, I gotta go, Yelena has a friend she wants me to meet so.."
"Who is it?"
"Uh, Kate or something. She looks cool so far."
"Well, have fun then," Steve says and he can't help but feel envious because Natasha is out being free while he has to stay locked in his room.
"Hey, let me know how it goes?"
"Sure," he says before hanging up.
He tosses the phone onto his bed and sits up, arms perched on his sides as he glares at the door begrudgingly. He knows his bodyguard is somewhere out there, just waiting to pounce on him. And despite all of Steve's mighty whining, he's a cub in the face of Bucky's lion. The man had always been scary ever since he became Steve's personal bodyguard. And he was even more terrifying when Steve did something stupid. Like right now.
Bucky creeps up on him like a shadow, stopping him from moving beyond two steps of his quietly opened door.
"I thought I told you to stay in your room, punk?"
"G'ahh!' Steve croaks, blushing at his high pitched shriek and Bucky's annoying nickname for him which he secretly loved. "What the hell Buck?!"
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Secret Sorrows || 3 -B.Barnes
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Summary: Former special ops, Bucky, seeks solace in a cold refuge to escape his past. However, his haunted history catches up, unraveling mysteries that persist relentlessly.
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It had been several days since the elder of the Astons had visited Van Alen's residence. Bucky found himself continuing his duty as a bodyguard for Ethan Van Alen, the sole heir of both conglomerate families.
If someone had said that Bucky would protect his ex-girlfriend's son, he would have laughed. But life worked in impossible ways. Here, he was doing just that.
While Bucky was on duty, he couldn't shake the need for answers about Y/N Aston. Despite learning that Iris and Y/N were identical twins, he still found it hard to believe. It was Iris, who had been with him back when they were young.
Yet, why did Y/N's actions mirror Iris's so closely?
If Y/N were more approachable, perhaps Bucky could find the answers. She might even tell him he was crazy. But with her busy schedule, stepping in for Ethan's father and managing both family businesses, she seemed almost impossible to talk to.
Y/N didn’t have time to comfort her only nephew. Since Bucky had to guard Ethan 24/7, he knew the kid wanted to talk to his relative. Both aunt and nephew lived in the same house, yet they rarely spent time together.
Bucky remembered Ethan's words, "My aunt is married to her job."
He thought it was a shame. Y/N was beautiful. With her status, she could have any man.
Wait, was she still single?
He shook his head, realizing how absurd it was to even entertain such thoughts considering Y/N was his employer.
Clearing his throat, Bucky walked towards Ethan's room, glancing at the kid's schedule. There were so many classes: foreign language, investment, fencing, public speaking, IT, swimming, and more.
Ethan was only 7 years old; he didn’t have time to play, especially since it was only a week after his parents' funeral.
Bucky knocked on Ethan’s door.
“Come in,” Ethan called out.
Bucky entered to find Ethan practicing the violin. Though classical music wasn't his preference, Ethan's skill didn't sound like that of a beginner.
Ethan stopped playing and placed the violin back in its case. “What class do I have next?”
“Swimming class,” Bucky replied.
Ethan sighed. “Can you teach me instead?”
Bucky hesitated. “If you want, but you know everything has to go through protocol.”
Ethan pouted. “At least, today, you have to accompany me.”
Bucky's instincts told him something didn't seem right. “Alright.”
Ethan went to his wardrobe; even at his young age, he had already been taught to pack his things. Bucky still found himself in awe of the kid's wardrobe room; it was bigger than his own bedroom in Antarctica.
While Ethan searched for his swimming goggles, he asked, “Has my aunt already left?”
Bucky replied, “Yes,” noticing Ethan's shoulders slump at the confirmation. He asked gently, “Do you want to talk to her?”
Ethan shook his head. “No, she’s busy. I don’t want to bother her.” Having prepared everything, he added, “Let’s go.”
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When Bucky arrived at the swimming pool, he saw an athletic man. From the first impression, Bucky could already read him: overly proud and cocky.
“Bucky, right? I’ve been informed you’ll be the new guard. I’m alright if you want to join us,” the coach said.
Bucky gave a slight nod, glancing at Ethan. “Ethan, I’ll be standing here, okay?”
For a brief moment, Ethan's face brightened. Bucky wondered what made Ethan seem to not enjoy the class.
Ethan and the teacher did warm-ups before getting into the pool.
The coach instructed, “We will start with the freestyle and work on improving your lap times.”
When the teacher blew the whistle, Ethan began swimming to the other side. Bucky was impressed; for a kid his age, he was quite fast.
The coach checked his stopwatch. “1:50. You could do better than that.”
Bucky couldn't understand why the coach expected the little kid to go faster in a 100m freestyle.
"Again," the coach commanded.
"Again."
"You're getting slower."
Bucky held back his emotions when he noticed Ethan looking drained.
The coach looked down at Ethan and shook his head. "Your father would be disappointed with the result, Ethan."
Seeing Ethan sniffle and wipe his eyes, Bucky couldn't take it anymore.
He kicked the coach back and pushed him into the pool. The coach wasn't prepared and struggled to resurface before gasping for breath. Bucky held him under the water again.
“Can’t you see the boy is already breathless and exhausted?” Bucky questioned sharply.
The coach sputtered, "Wait… wait…"
"Do it again. I want to see how long you can hold your breath."
"Ugh."
Peter couldn’t believe what he saw. He rushed over from watching the CCTV to stop Bucky. "Bucky, what happened—"
Bucky shot Peter a warning look. "Get Ethan out of here. I need to talk to this guy."
Peter hurriedly escorted Ethan away, wondering why Bucky was so furious with the swimming coach.
Once they were gone, Bucky removed his black suit and throw it.
He pulled the coach from the pool like a fish. The coach coughed and caught his breath. "Are you trying to kill me?"
"A moment ago? Yes," Bucky admitted bluntly.
The coach's eyes widened. Never in his life had someone admitted to wanting to kill him straight to his face.
"I have a question: will Ethan enter the Olympics?" Bucky asked.
The coach shook his head. "No."
"Then why do you have to make him suffer like that? If that boy could talk, he would ask you to stop. But he can’t. As a teacher, you should know your students' capabilities."
"I only do what my employer asks me," the coach defended himself.
"Who? Miss Y/N Aston?" Bucky questioned.
"No! The Van Alen family," the coach confessed.
Bucky's grip on him loosened. This information was shocking. Why did the Van Alen family treat Ethan like this?
"Get up, gather your things, and never set foot in this place again," Bucky commanded.
The coach protested, "You have no—"
"Miss Aston hired me to protect her nephew. It’s better if you resign before you lose your teaching license. You know what I’m capable of," Bucky warned.
The coach ran away, leaving Bucky to ponder the situation.
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On the other side, Y/N had just returned from the company. Spotting Peter and Ethan, her nephew walking with a towel draped around him, she observed Ethan's eagerness as he ran toward her, wrapping her in a tight hug.
Y/N asked Peter for an explanation, her expression remaining stoic as she listened to the summarized account.
Her heart ached hearing about her nephew's ordeal. Despite her typically reserved demeanor, a flicker of concern flashed in her eyes. She instructed Peter, "Tell Mr. Barnes to meet me at my office," her voice firm yet tinged with an underlying worry, before walking away.
Concerned, Ethan tugged at Peter's clothes. "Is Bucky in trouble because of me?" His voice carried a hint of apprehension.
Peter patted Ethan's back reassuringly, his tone gentle. "I'm sure he'll be alright. Don't worry." He tried to offer comfort to the young boy, knowing the weight of responsibility could be heavy on his small shoulders.
In Y/N's office, she was signing documents while Bucky stood before her, his presence commanding attention. She remained so engrossed in her work that she didn’t even lift her head when she spoke, "You want to explain why a half-naked man in a speedo ran away screaming from my house?"
Bucky answered casually, "Well, yeah, since I threatened him." His tone was nonchalant, but there was a hint of underlying tension in his voice.
Y/N looked up, her expression unreadable, a mix of surprise and curiosity flickering in her eyes.
Bucky still wasn’t accustomed to looking directly into her eyes; there was something pulling at him that he couldn’t quite describe. "The way I do my job may be different from anyone here, but I can't let the person I'm protecting feel unsafe. Do you know Ethan's swimming coach did it on purpose, and it was ordered by the Van Alen family?" His voice carried a note of frustration, a rare glimpse of emotion from the typically stoic man.
Y/N didn't respond immediately; it seemed like she already knew.
Gritting his teeth, Bucky wondered what was wrong with wealthy people. She had everything, so why didn’t she want to mend her relationship with Ethan? His frustration simmered beneath the surface, evident in the tenseness of his jaw.
Bucky said firmly, his voice tinged with determination, "If you have at least 5 minutes, I suggest you talk to Ethan." With that, he left the room, his footsteps echoing with purpose.
Y/N's secretary clicked her tongue, then turned to her boss, her expression reflecting concern. "Do you want to fire him?" There was a note of uncertainty in her voice, wary of the potential repercussions.
Y/N's gaze remained fixed on the closed door, "No, just fire the swimming coach." Her tone was decisive, yet there was a hint of resignation in her voice. She looked at her secretary, her gaze unwavering. "Cancel the rest of my schedule today."
“But, ma’am, you have an important call this evening." The secretary's voice held a hint of concern, recognizing the significance of the upcoming call.
"I will call them tomorrow. Send a formal apology letter," Y/N ordered, her tone final, a sense of determination underlying her words.
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Y/N went to Ethan's bedroom, her footsteps echoing softly in the hallway.
Ethan, who was playing blocks with Bucky, was surprised to see his aunt, his expression a mix of curiosity and anticipation. As she entered the room, there was a subtle shift in the atmosphere, a sense of tension dissipating.
“Auntie,” Ethan greeted her, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
Looking nervous, he turned to Bucky, who gave him a reassuring nod, his silent support evident in his expression.
Approaching Y/N, Ethan said, “Aunt, can I change my swimming coach?” His words were hesitant, a mixture of hope and apprehension lacing his tone.
Y/N replied, her voice calm yet distant, “Sure, I’ll call the Olympic coach.”
Ethan hesitated, his gaze flickering between Y/N and Bucky. “No, can Bucky teach me?” His voice held a note of pleading, a silent plea for connection.
Y/N responded, her tone neutral, “I don’t mind. You should ask him.” Her words were measured, a reflection of her reserved nature.
Ethan turned to Bucky, his eyes wide with anticipation. “Bro Bucky already agreed, I just wanted to ask for your permission first.” There was a hint of excitement in his voice, a spark of hope igniting within him.
Bucky felt relieved that they were finally communicating, his expression softening with understanding.
Ethan continued, his words tumbling out in a rush of excitement. “And can I ask you another favor?” His voice was eager, his eyes shining with anticipation.
Y/N encouraged him to speak, her expression remaining impassive, yet there was a flicker of something in her eyes, a hint of warmth beneath the surface.
“For foreign language class, can I just study German and Korean? German engineering is great, and South Korea has good products, it's good for my future. For investment class, can I learn how to trade with real money? And can I study martial arts with Bucky instead of fencing?” Ethan's words poured out in a rush, his enthusiasm palpable.
Bucky couldn’t believe what he was hearing, his surprise evident in his expression. These weren’t typical requests from a 7-year-old, yet there was a sense of determination in Ethan's voice, a silent plea for understanding.
Glancing at Y/N, who didn’t seem surprised, he realized both aunt and nephew shared the same traits, a sense of resilience amidst adversity.
Y/N asked, her tone measured, “Anything else?” Her words were neutral, yet there was a hint of something in her voice, a subtle shift in her demeanor.
Ethan shook his head, his excitement palpable. “That’s everything.”
Y/N assured him, her voice distant yet tinged with a hint of warmth, “I’ll instruct my secretary to change your teachers, and give you the money for you to invest.” before leaving the room, her footsteps echoing softly in the hallway.
Bucky couldn’t shake off the feeling of Y/N being distant from her nephew, his concern is evident in his expression. He thought Ethan felt abandoned again, but it seemed he was mistaken.
Ethan ran to him, his eyes excitedly shining, exclaiming, “Bucky, did you see that? My aunt smiled today.” There was a sense of joy in his voice, a silent celebration of a small victory.
Confused, Bucky probably needed to get his eyes checked, as he hadn’t seen her smile at all. But as long as Ethan was happy, he would agree to anything.
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i just wonder why Seb seems to not have security this time? 👀 when he was filming sharper, he had two bodyguards, they're constantly seen in the photos or videos from those times but he doesn't have them here... is it because he's the executive producer cause otherwise i don't really get it.
Hmmm yeah, I'm not too sure actually. Maybe it's because this is a smaller production? I couldn't tell you exactly! I kind of wish he had some security on this set too, though I feel like if things continue the way they do, he might actually have to get some, sadly.
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