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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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What A Reunion - (Hitman) Bucky Barnes X (CEO) Female Reader -

Title: What A Reunion

(Hitman) Bucky Barnes X (CEO) Female Reader

Additional Characters: Malorie (OC), Anderson (OC), and The Receptionist

WC: 1,993

Warnings: Mention of murder, mention of death, mention of blood, hitmen, kidnapping, angst, fluff, chloroform (drug), mention of strangulation, mention of PTSD, mention of passing out, Reader gets tied up, and Reader wears a skirt and heels

"Now, this, James, this next person has been on my mind for a while. She is the CEO of a law firm and I want her taken out. She's causing too much trouble." Bucky's boss spoke, before handing him a yellow folder.

"This has the address of her work. I want this to be a fast and mess-free kill, ya hear? Take her to some warehouse on 50th and strangle her or whatever." His boss asked and Bucky nodded, grabbing the folder.

"When do you need it done, sir?" He asked, unblinking as his boss grinned.

"As soon as possible."

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The soft click of your heels against the floor echoed throughout the lobby, a smile on your face as you adjusted the collar of your blouse.

"Good morning, Miss L/N." Your receptionist at the front desk greeted you with a small bow. "What brings you in today?"

You waved your hand dismissively at her, smiling brightly. "I'm just here to pick up some paperwork from the office. Has Mr. Anderson arrived today?" You asked as you stood in front of the counter.

Your receptionist shook her head. "No, not yet, ma'am." She replied as you nodded in return.

"Thank you, can you call him and make sure we are still on for that business lunch today, please?" You asked and she nodded eagerly.

"Of course, ma'am!" The woman replied happily and then you headed to the elevator.

You walked down the hallways of the building, heading straight towards your office. Opening the double doors, you shut them behind you; noticing your office lights were off. Only the light from the ceiling-high windows illuminated the room.

You walked to your desk and sat down in your chair as you turned on your small desk lamp. You saw the folders sitting neatly on your desk, along with a note. You picked up the folder and flipped through the papers inside. There was a list of names of people that had been killed or gone missing over the last couple of months, along with pictures. Before you could do anything else, a rag clamped over your mouth. Your eyes widened as you thrashed in your seat, trying to get away. But the man holding you down wasn't letting go.

"Sleep..." He spoke softly in a deep voice, before you could mumble anything more, the man tossed a bag over your head as your eyes drooped and you passed out.

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When you awoke, you felt yourself tied to a chair. Ropes around your wrists, stomach, and ankles. Your vision was covered by some loose bag or sack hanging over your head. It smelled like you guessed it would, like plastic and sweat. You tried to move, but your body was bound tightly to the chair. You groaned, struggling against the ropes, only making it worse. Your mouth wasn't covered, so you decided to call for help.

"Help!" You called out loudly, hoping someone would hear you.

"Don’t try to scream… It ain’t going to help." A rough male voice answered.

You gritted your teeth, trying to remain calm. "Who are you?" You demanded, trying to untie yourself again, but it was all for not.

You heard the heavy footsteps of your kidnapper as he walked around you, like a lion with its prey. His steps were slow and measured, almost as if he was stalking you.

"That doesn't concern you for now." He answered, breathing heavily as he came closer to you.

You shook your head, swallowing hard. "Why? What are you going to do? Why have you kidnapped me?" You asked, trying to keep your tone steady despite the fear you felt.

He chuckled darkly. "I was told by my boss to kill you." Your breathing hitched, "After all, you're making it pretty hard for him to do his job." Your heart started to beat faster, your eyes widening as you realized what he meant.

"What... Do you mean?" You questioned, looking at him.

"He doesn't like how you run your law firm. He wants you dead." He explained, your heart pounded in your chest.

"I don't understand..." Your voice cracking.

Bucky smirked as he toyed with the bag on your head, before pulling it off. Quickly, the smirk on his face fell, his jaw dropping in shock. "Y/N/N?"

You kept your eyes shut as they adjusted to the light, "No one calls me that anymore." You spoke, your voice hoarse.

"Y/N?" The man stammered as he looked at you, his eyes wide with disbelief.

How unlucky was he? His boss wanted to kill his ex-girlfriend?

You slowly opened your eyes as you looked up, your own eyes widening as you saw the man before you. "Bucky!? What? What are you...? Huh!? You’re a kidnapper!?" You gasped, confusion crossing your features.

Bucky blinked, realizing who was in front of him. "You're the CEO!?" He exclaimed, blinking rapidly as the realization set in.

"Yeah, I've worked there for three years. What are you doing, Bucky!? You're killing now!? What the flip happened to you?" You demanded as Bucky shook his head.

"I’m not always like this, Y/N. Besides, it keeps food on the table. No one wants to hire an ex-military soldier who has anger issues and PTSD." He stated, standing up from where he was kneeling.

"What happened to you? How did you end up like this?" You wondered, looking at him.

He shrugged, "Malorie hired me a few years after high school."

"Malorie? Malorie Fitzgerald? That's who wants me dead?" You asked with wide eyes and Bucky cursed under his breath.

"You're... You're not going to kill me... Are you, Bucky?" You asked, eyes beginning to water as you stared up at him.

Bucky quickly looked away from you, running a hand through his hair as he sighed deeply. "Look, I know you're gonna hate me for this, but I need the money."

"So... You are going to kill me?" You questioned, tears welling up in your eyes. "Did high school mean nothing to you?" You exclaimed, getting angry.

Bucky moved forward, putting his hands on either side of your chair. "I didn't forget about you, Y/N. I could never forget you," He said, looking back into your teary eyes.

"What are you getting at, Bucky?" You asked, not liking the look on his face.

"I don't want to kill you. But, if my boss finds out I didn't, he'd kill me. You get what I'm saying?" He asked, his voice pleading.

You nodded, "Yes. I do." You sniffled, wiping your nose with the sleeve of your blouse as hair swept into your face slightly. "Can you untie me? The rope hurts." You asked, trying to sound hopeful even though it was hollow.

Bucky's eyes softened as he leaned over, undoing each knot carefully. He pulled the ropes away from your wrists, stomach, and ankles, gently helping you sit up straighter in the chair. "I'm sorry, Y/N."

"What's your plan now then?" You asked, feeling the warmth of his hands seeping into you.

"I need you to leave town," Bucky explained, his fingers trailing down your cheeks.

"But... My job and my stuff… My friends-" You began, but Bucky interrupted you.

"I know you've worked hard to get where you are, but this is for your safety." He pleaded, taking your hands in his. You could feel his trembling as he did so. “I need to make sure you are safe, baby.”

You sighed blushing, trusting him. You had known Bucky for years. Only losing contact with him once he joined the military. You had dated for three and a half years. It was perfect. You were sure that you were in love. But, you both broke it off. Long distance never worked out. But, even after all of these years; you never stopped loving him.

"How will you make sure he won't know? How will you make sure he won't find me?”You asked, staring into his ocean blue eyes.

“I… I don’t have anywhere else to go…" You began to panic.

Bucky bit his lip momentarily. "I have a cabin. You can stay there. Not even Malorie or his men know about it."

"My job... I can't leave it..." You whimpered, "It's my only source of income."

"We'll figure it out," Bucky spoke, sounding like he was making promises to a scared child. "But, I really think this is best for you."

“What about the police? They could help.” You tried but Bucky frowned, shaking his head.

“They’re on his payroll.”

You nodded weakly after thinking, sniffling as you wiped your nose again. "Alright... I guess that's fine." You whispered, your voice cracking. "Thank you, Bucky."

Bucky smiled softly as he kissed your cheek. "Of course, doll. Now we just have to convince my boss I killed you." He finished, looking around the abandoned warehouse.

"We... We could stage it?" You offered and Bucky's face lit up, as he took your face in his large hands, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"You're a genius. Alright. How about you lay down and play dead? I'll just say I strangled you or something." Bucky asked and you nodded, standing from the chair and brushing off your pencil skirt. Before you got on the ground, Bucky winced, causing you to look up at him confused.

"What? What's wrong now?" You asked and Bucky sighed.

"My boss always wants physical proof. Last time, I brought the guy's bloody wedding band back to show him that I had done the job." He explained, rubbing his neck. "If I don't bring anything back, he'll get suspicious."

You were slightly shocked by how casually he spoke about the violence as you nodded, "Alright, what about some of my hair?" You asked as you sat on the dirty concrete ground; Bucky thought for a moment before nodding.

Bucky sighed, kneeling down beside you. "Are you sure your hair? I could just take back your heels or something." He asked and you shook your head.

"You could've just bought shoes, but that's also suspicious. It's hard to get a lock of hair." You assured him, making Bucky's eyes widen as he smirked lightly.

"Are you sure you don't have a similar side hustle as me, doll?" He asked jokingly, but you didn't laugh.

You knew Bucky was joking around to lighten the mood as he did back in high school, but at the moment it wasn't really working. In the past fifteen minutes, you had been kidnapped, found out your kidnapper was your ex from high school, and found out you were planning to be killed. There was a lot going on right now.

Grabbing a shard of glass, Bucky grabbed a lock of your hair and cut it. "There." He held up the evidence, letting you see it. "Now, I'll take the picture and I'll take ya to the cabin before I go to the boss." He concluded as he stood up again. "Alright, play dead." He softly commanded.

You nodded numbly as Bucky grabbed his phone from his pocket, aiming the camera at you. You tried your best to act dead, keeping your eyes open as you bent your arm and a leg in a weird angle.

Bucky snapped a few pictures of you before shutting the camera off. "Perfect. Now let's get out of here." He said, grabbing your hand before leading you out of the warehouse.

Once outside, Bucky checked both ways before he led you toward the alleyway. You couldn't believe everything had gone down so fast. Rushing to his SUV, Bucky helped you into the passenger seat and quickly ran around the front of the car to get into the driver's seat; starting the vehicle. You watched as the trees blurred past as you drove away. It felt like hours until you saw the cabin in the distance, realizing you were going to have to start all over.

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Let me know if I should make a part 2

#bucky barnes #hitman bucky barnes #fluff #cute #mcu #marvel mcu #the avengers #angst #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #ceo reader #x reader #x female reader #marvel #au #alternate universe

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1000night · 2 years

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Hitman AU P.2

What woke Soldat up in the morning was not your soft and warm embrace, nor the rich and seductive smell of coffee, but the discomfort of a heavy weight on his abdomen.

"Alpine, get up." In response, he heard a crisp cat call

Meeks, the white cat, blinked her big blue eyes and sat calmly on his master's lower abdomen, his tail swinging back and forth leisurely

"Where's mommy?" Alpine swiveled his head and looked out the door, then jumped off the bunk, not forgetting to call back to Bucky

"Okay, I'll be there in a minute." As the white cat paced out of the room, Soldat rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

You are busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen, the steaming heat of the boiling coffee pot, the sweetness of the cream, and the smell of human smoke make Soldat's heart feel like a soft muffin.

Your cry of surprise is swallowed by hot, wet lips and tongue, and you barely keep your sanity as you try not to let the muffin burn, while the man holding you from behind kisses his way down your jaw to the nape of your neck, his left hand quietly reaching into your shirt and squeezing the softness that you can't stop loving even though you've been loving it all night.

"Soldat..." a slightly pleasing moan, legs slightly open, the man curls his legs so that you can lean back and rub his thighs against the sensitive center of your flower

"I'm helping you prepare breakfast..."

"Зайчик...(bunny)" Soldat purrs in your ear

Turning off the stove, you stretch your arms back and wrap them around your lover's neck, leaving a sideways kiss on your chest

Alpine yawns bored in the cat's nest, burying her head in her arms, trying to get away from the noise the couple is making in the living room

"I found as many clues as I could about your past and the information."

You hand him a photograph, an old black and white photo of two young men about 20 years old, one of them a shorter and thinner young man. The other was dressed in a military uniform and had a remarkably similar appearance to Soldat, and the thin male was the same as the man Soldat had last met in the bar

"In addition, I found some phenomena when I was sorting through the files."

You push a collated list of target relationships between the two men

"Soviet scientists, mercenaries on special missions for HYDRA, bankers in collusion with the Kremlin and Wall Street capitalists... This is a private liquidation list, Soldat."

Your eyes are simultaneously focused on the black and white photo

"One is you, and the other is Steve Rogers, once the most wanted man in the United States federal government."

"What's the reason for the arrest?"

"I don't know. The files were all destroyed."

Soldat didn't say anything, but stared intently at the two men in the photo

"I remember him."

You put your right hand to your jaw and say slowly

"Our clients are all getting their information the same way ⸺all anonymously. We still need more direct evidence that the person who made this 'list' is Steve Rogers himself..."

"What do you want to do?"

"Get your memories back, get everything back, and find out what the 'shadow client' is really up to."

Your hand gently hooks the stray hair on the side of his face behind his ear

"We can't be used. In order not to be used, we must find out the complete truth."

14:47 Westview, New Jersey,

"Good afternoon, Soldat." On a bench near the park, Soldat with his headphones on is spreading out the newspaper and listening carefully to you on the other end

"Our white hat hacking team has made the latest progress in locating a hacker known as 'Vision' and tracing his footsteps, we found his last coordinates in Westview. This time, the goal is to find more clues and evidence without alerting anyone."

"I'll just... I'll leave you to your preparations. Good luck, Soldat."

Moving down the sidewalk, people in the neighborhood began discussing the news that the Maximoff family was celebrating a birthday

"Well... According to sources, Vision, his wife, Wanda Maximoff, and their twins are celebrating the twins' birthday at their neighbor's house... This might be a good opportunity, Soldat."

Bypassing the noisy crowd, Soldat dressed as one of the pastry chefs and blended into the kitchen to help with the ingredients.

He hears chaotic footsteps at the door, followed by the voices of children

"Isn't Uncle Steve coming today? He used to cling to you like a Siamese twin, just like Mom and Dad."

The boy in the green short-sleeved shirt wrinkled his nose in disgust

"Ariel, has Uncle Steve met his best friend? The last time we met with him, he seemed to be bothered by it."

The twins were holding a woman, and when they heard the suspicious keyword, Soldat tensed his nerves and quickened the movement of his hands

"Hey, wait! The rest of my things are still at Mrs. Maximoff's house, newbie, you go with me to get them."

Today's mission was completed with a strange success. After turning a certain hexagonal decoration on the wall, the door of the secret room was opened, and the data was successfully copied and stored in the secret key. As he left, Soldat took a closer look at the woman known as Ariel.

"She already has a partner."

Wanda, with long chestnut brown hair and a red dress, leaned against the door and gazed at him with a smile.

"I heard that."

Ah, it meets the guy's aesthetic standards.

Wanda handed him a postcard with a towering building somewhere in New York in the background

"He asked me to give it to you, looking forward to meeting you officially."

After receiving the postcard, Soldat left Westview and went to the location on the postcard

At the entrance of the empty World War II Memorial, Soldat loaded his Winter Soldier.

"Are you sure you want to go alone, Soldat? It could be a trap..."

"He's already inside, and it's not a trap,"

Steve Rogers with a dark blue baseball cap was looking at the history on one of the walls with his hands in his pockets when he opened the door and met Soldat's eyes.

"It's an invitation."

(wait to continue)

a/n: Well, not sure where will this story go and how to end it so let's find out.

p.s. @elle14-blog1 I did it, elle!!! 🥺🥺🥺

#nights1000 masterlist #winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes x female chubby reader #bucky barnes x reader #hitman au series

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silverstcloud-says · 2 years

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Hitman Steve - part six!

Hope you like it!

Rating: Mature (crime & violence), Movie AU

#hitman steve rogers #stevebucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #bucky barnes x steve rogers #bucky x steve #steve x bucky #new to stucky

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nana1000night · 1 year

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I...oh shit the emotions...

So, these two are his songs. One for Soldat, one for James Bucky Barnes.

#nana's babble #aww bucky🥺🥺🥺#maybe this would help me write more about my hitman au #the opening is so strong

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sergeantxrogers · 2 months

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Can you please write something with the idea of y/n asking Bucky if she can tie a pink ribbon around his bicep? Thank you

Request: "Can you please write something with the idea of y/n asking Bucky if she can tie a pink ribbon around his bicep? Thank you"

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: none, just fluff

Note: hooooly shit guys, i've been gone for way too long. hope you enjoy <3

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The jingle of keys in the doorknob had you lifting your eyes from your book, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing softly. The quiet whispers of a jacket being taken off, laces being untied, keys being set on the small table beside the door travelled through the apartment, meeting your ears and bringing a smile to your face.

Soft footsteps padded against the hardwood floor, careful to avoid any creaky spots.

"I'm awake, Buck," you called out softly from the comfort of your bed, and you heard him pause his movements. And then continue, a bit quicker than before.

Brown hair and blue eyes popped around the the edge of the door frame, brows furrowed. "It's midnight. Why are you still awake?"

You shrugged, sitting up in bed and setting your book aside. "Dunno, really. Got caught up reading."

Bucky frowned, and stepped into the room, walking over to the bed. "You can't sleep?"

It was a casual question, but you sensed the undertone of worry laced through it, and smiled to yourself.

"Actually, I spent most of the evening redecorating, so I'll probably start snoring as soon as the lights are off."

Bucky's hands reached for yours, grabbing them and bringing them up to his lips as he stood in front of you. One, two, three kisses along your knuckles. One hand, then the other.

"Redecorating?" he murmured against your skin, and you nodded slyly. His eyes narrowed, partially in amusement, partially in curiosity.

You cleared your throat and pulled your hands back, settling yourself back into the fluffy down of your pillows and blankets. "How was work today?"

At your question, Bucky's jaw ticked.

"It was fine."

You studied him for a few seconds, and cocked your head. "Just fine?"

He let out a heavy sigh, then collapsed atop the comforter at the foot of the bed. On nights like this, when he came home later than usual, the tension in his shoulders a bit more prominent than usual, the bags under his eyes a bit heavier, he found it hard to form sentences adequate enough to explain how he felt or what he needed.

Ever since the government cleared him of all charges and his mandated therapy ended, Bucky had taken up a job at the DCSA.

Defense Counterintelligence and Security Agency.

On paper, James Buchanan Barnes was an ordinary, ex-military security guard working for the Department of Defense and the United States.

In reality, the executive branch of the federal government reached out to him themselves and offered him a job doing what they claimed he did best: making people disappear, and making it seem like an accident. He was hesitant at first, unwilling to be the very thing he tried so hard to run away from being, but soon enough, they had made it very clear he had limited options: accept the position, or get thrown in prison for all the charges they claimed to have dropped.

So, for all his hesitating and hatred, Bucky Barnes was the United States government's own personal hitman, killing anybody who posed a threat to the life of the president, his family, or anybody in the Senate.

At least they paid better than HYDRA, Bucky had once joked. You could see, in his eyes, how much it pained him to revert back to his old ways, once again not having a choice.

Bucky cleared his throat, and glanced at you, blinking away the shadows behind his eyes.

"It's fine, sweetheart. I promise. It could have been worse."

Your heart cracked in your chest and you frowned, burying your cheek even deeper into your pillow as you looked at him. "If you say so."

Bucky pursed his lips to the side, then looked toward the door connecting your bedroom to the bathroom. Without a word, he got up, walking towards the bathroom and simultaneously pulling his shirt over his head. You smiled to yourself as you watched him disappear behind the door, flicking the lights on and letting the soft, yellow glow flood the floor of your room. You listened to him shuffle about, letting out a soft sigh as he unbuckled his belt.

His movements paused.

Your smile grew.

"Y/N?" he called out.

"Yes, babe?"

The door creaked open all the way, and behind it stood Bucky, holding his toothbrush in one hand, with a confused look on his face.

"Why is there a pink bow on my toothbrush?"

It took all your strength not to burst into a fit of giggles immediately as you schooled your face into one of nonchalance, and said, "I told you. I redecorated."

Bucky's bewildered eyes flickered from you, to the toothbrush, then back to you. Then he turned to look at the bathroom. And you saw the exact moment in which he realized there were pink bows everywhere. Big, small, light pink, dark pink, neon pink, cotton, silk, linen. A variety of ribbons tied in bows around everything you could think of: toothbrushes, toothpaste, shampoo bottles, the soap dispenser, the toilet brush, the towel rack, your skincare bottles, his deodorant and cologne.

"Y/N," Bucky said calmly.

"Yes?" you replied, batting your eyelashes innocently.

"Can you please tell me, why, exactly, you decided on redecorating with pink bows everywhere?"

You hummed, then shrugged. "You know, I'm not exactly sure. I just think they make pretty things look so much prettier. I may have gone a bit overboard, though."

"You think?"

You bit back a grin as you watched him shake his head, as if to snap him from his stupor of amusement, and bend over the sink to brush his teeth. You watched him brush his teeth, wash his face, change out of his jeans and into pajama pants. You tracked him as he turned the lights off and sighed, trudging over to the bed, exhaustion creeping into every one of his movements and pulling at him like gravity. You opened your arms wide, lifting the covers as you did so, and Bucky gladly crawled into them, nuzzling his head into your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist and back.

You placed a soft kiss to the crown of his head, and let your arms come loosely around his neck. Bucky said nothing, content to lay in silence and listen to the beat of your heart as it lulled him to sleep.

After a few minutes of you silently running your fingers through his hair, you whispered his name. "Bucky?"

He hummed in answer against your chest.

"You know how I said pink bows make pretty things even prettier?"

You felt, rather than saw, his body pause at the question, and then his head was up and his blue eyes were staring into yours with a puzzled expression. "Yes... why? What's that have to do with anything?"

"Well..."

You paused. All of a sudden, you felt stupid. Bucky's furrowed brows and sleepy eyes urged you to continue.

"I have a pink ribbon under the pillow, actually, and I was... I wanted to..."

"What, honey?"

"Well, I was wondering if I could tie it around your arm."

Bucky paused, blinking up at you slowly, as if he hadn't heard you.

"My arm?"

You nodded.

"Why?"

You shrugged. "Because it's already beautiful, and I want to make it even more so."

He laid there quiet for a moment, and you were about to tell him to forget about it, but then he unwrapped his arms from around you, letting you drop flat onto your back, and shoved a hand beneath your head. Beneath your pillow.

He emerged with a baby pink ribbon in his fingers, the material pliable and soft in his grip, as he handed it to you.

"Go ahead," he said simply.

You gave him a skeptical look. "Really?"

He shrugged with one shoulder. "Why not? Did you think I'd say no?"

You fell quiet, then let out a sigh through your nose, turning over slightly to better reach his arm. His left arm.

You wrapped the ribbon around his bicep, the vibranium cold and unyielding, a stark contrast to the warm pink silk in your fingers. You looped it through, pulling it taut, then let go. You stared at it for a second, then glanced up at Bucky. Leaning in, you pressed a light kiss to the exposed metal right above the bow.

Bucky let out a shuddering breath, then laid down again, this time face to face with you. His fingers traced soft, swirling patterns against the skin of your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and you closed your eyes against the feeling.

"I love you so much," he muttered quietly. "You know that, right?"

You nodded, eyes closed and a smile playing at your lips. "I know. I love you, too. Every part of you."

Bucky loosed a breath that sounded somewhat like a disbelieving breath, and you felt him lean in and press a kiss to your temple.

You fell asleep without even realizing, lulled into dreams by the steady thrum of his heartbeat and his hand stroking your hair.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fic #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #marvel #mcu #marvel fanfic #sebastian stan #bucky barnes x female reader #sebastian stan fic #the winter soldier #the winter soldier fanfiction #tfatws #tfatws fanfiction

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wightwyntr · 2 years

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i really need to write up a post about bucky’s pardon and all the conditions that come with it because hhhhhhhhhhh

#ooc.#''you're free'' except he's not #if he acts in a way #the government finds unappealing #or dangerous #since they have no way to really Know that the brainwashing has no effect anymore #bucky knows he'll get locked back up #his freedom is entirely dependent #on acting almost exactly as they want him to #which is just another type of prison #do i think the government is just using bucky as a hitman??#probably not #and i think what he says here #is maybe a tiny bit hyperbolic #in terms of the trigger metaphor he uses #but it's the basic concept

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ljlokijinx · 8 months

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Spider-man bringing in Yelena who was hired to kill him: Everybody, everybody I've got a hitman who tried to assasinate me, bids start at 15$!

Bucky, very protective over Peter: Ill take them.

Peter: Ooh we got a first anybody 20?

Wanda, also very protective of him: Me.

Peter: 25 anybody, 25?

Nat: Sure.

Bucky: Why the fuck do you want them.

Nat: Well I need to practice torture and interrogation techniques right?

Peter: We got a 25, anyone up for 30.

Wanda: Can I at least see them?

Peter: No! Stop fucking kicking me! You taking the 30?

Yelena: Let me go!

Nat: Yelena?

Peter: You know her? 35 for the tea. Stop trying to escape!

Nat: Did you just kick my sister?

Peter: Your sister tried to kill me. FUCKING STOP STABBING ME BITCH, IT ISN'T GONNA WORK!

Nat: Yelena, what the fuck?

Peter: Are you gonna take the 35? Because this bitch is annoying and I can well her on eBay.

Nat: Peter thats my sister!

Peter: Not anymore bitch shes my property. Give me 35$ and shes yours. COULD YOU STOP TRYING TO KILL ME?

Nat: Fine.

Peter: Nope its 40 now, your playing for my therapy. I just got stabbed, I have emotional trauma.

Nat: SPIDEY!

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sarahowritesostucky · 3 months

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📖"Cupids, Valkyries, Heralds, & Seraphim"

Rated: Teen

Pairing: Steve x Bucky

Tags: wing fic, angel Steve, veterinarian Bucky, supernatural, hurt/comfort, humor, meet-cute

Summary: Apparently there are all sorts of angels, and Bucky has been saddled with Steve: a terminally incompetent Cupid.

(Oh wait, I should probably go read Part 1 first)

Bucky stood there, arms crossed and blank-faced, staring, for maybe a full five seconds. “God smited you,” he repeated slowly. “... By throwing shrapnel in your wing?”

Steve sighed. “No. The shrapnel was from the fall. God just hit me with lightning.”

“'Just' some lightening?" Steve glared a little bit at Bucky from where he still sat—thankfully no longer naked, as Bucky had located some scrub pants—on the clinic’s exam table. "And yet somehow that didn’t hurt you?” Bucky checked.

“I told you: normally I can’t get hurt.”

“Riiight. Because you’re immortal.”

“Because I exist on another metaphysical plane, yes. And God took me off of that plane and put me onto yours as a punishment. Temporarily,” he added after a moment. “I hope.”

Bucky squinted. “Uh huh.”

Steve, bless him, actually seemed rather embarrassed about what had happened, because apparently it was like a work mistake or something for the guy.

“I was out on a job,” he explained. “I missed my mark. Hit the wrong guy.”

Hit? “Your ‘mark’,” Bucky repeated. “What are you, some kind of angelic hitman or something?”

Steve’s lips twisted. “I mean, you could say that. I’m a Cupid.”

“A what now?”

“A Cupid. It’s a—”

“Yeah I think I know," Bucky cut him off. “So, what? You missed your mark and God got angry and, and smote you? … Er, smited you … smote you?”

"Yeah." Steve stared glumly down at his lap, as if God smiting him was the equivalent of him getting a bad performance review on his employee evaluation or something. "It was an easy job, okay? I got distracted when I shouldn't have, wound up impaling the wrong person."

"'Impaling'? Don’t you mean ‘shooting’?" Bucky's eyebrow rose. "As in people, with arrows?”

“Bolts,” Steve corrected. “I impale people with bolts."

"Yeah, that sounds way less violent."

"Well they don't feel it," he defended. "I told you: I operate on another metaphysical plane.”

“Riiight.”

His shoulders slumped in defeat. “It doesn't matter if you believe me or not," he mourned. "Doesn't change anything. I'm still stuck here. I still missed the shot. Still impaled the wrong guy—”

“Could we maybe stop saying ‘impaled’?”

“—And now he's going to fall in love with somebody he wasn't meant to be with. Don’t you see?”

Bucky shrugged. "You must mess up all the time then, ‘cause I hate to tell you this, pal, but that's very common." Steve glared at him and Bucky shrugged. "I mean, have you seen the divorce rate?"

"Well that's not my fault," Steve argued. "It's not like I'm the only one."

"The only what?"

"Cupid!" Steve exclaimed. "There's tons of us."

"Oh." Bucky nodded after a beat, because what was the benefit in arguing, at this point? "Okay. I didn't know that. So ... God's pissed at you and he threw you down here?"

"Yeah," Steve grumbled. "He put me on your plane of existence as punishment. So now I can get hurt—obviously. And people can see me."

Bucky's eyes widened. “Oh, shit.” He’d been taking out the trash when Steve had suddenly crash-landed in the alleyway out back. It was currently the middle of the night and the clinic was closed (thank God—or wait: no, this was God’s fault!), but so far Bucky hadn’t thought very far past which color Coban the angel wanted his wing bandaged with (he’d chosen the roll of hot pink with purple pawprint pattern on it). He certainly hadn’t considered what he was going to do with the guy after this. "Did anybody else see you?" he asked worriedly.

“No,” Steve said, his cheeks flushing. He looked back over his shoulder at the bend of his bandaged wing. “I need to hide out somewhere. People can’t see me.” He turned his big, stupid-pretty blue eyes on Bucky. “Will you help me? Please?”

"What am I supposed to do with you?” Bucky complained. “I can't exactly conceal those."

Oh God, the clinic would be opening in a few hours. Steve couldn’t still be here when Yelena and Peter showed up for work! Bucky ran his hand through his hair in stress, looking over Steve’s very conspicuous form sitting on the metal exam table. Aside from the friggin’ twelve foot wingspan issue, Steve was also a big guy in general: very blond and perfect and half-naked and eye-catching. Bucky would’ve given him a scrub top to wear along with the pants, but: wings.

"How long until God unsmites you?" he asked. “Like a day, a week, a year?”—Oh God, please, please don't let it be a year.

Steve shrugged, then winced when the motion made pain flare in his injured wing. "I don’t know yet. I'm waiting on a Herald."

"A what now?"

"A Herald: Another type of angel."

Bucky squinted. "Wait, how many types are there?"

Bucky brought his car into the alley and made Steve throw a blanket over his shoulders to cover up most of his wings. He told him to lie down in the back seat, drove them back to his apartment building, and anxiously hustled him upstairs.

Steve said they should be getting a visit from one of God’s messengers soon, and to just sit tight. Bucky resigned himself to a night of no sleep and put on a pot of coffee. He showed the half-naked angel on his couch how to use Netflix.

Only there was no relaxing. Certainly not for Bucky. He was getting increasingly antsy when, after another two hours, the mysterious “Herald” still hadn’t arrived. He made sure that Steve knew he couldn’t just live on his couch watching Bridgerton indefinitely: “I can’t just keep you here, Steve. My lease has a forty pound pet limit!”

Steve suggested that they make their way up to the roof, which Bucky fiercely argued against but lost the battle over anyways. The city was still mostly asleep, but Steve kept the blanket draped around his shoulders and his wings tucked in demurely—or as demurely as he could—so that if they did run into anybody, it wouldn’t be outside the realm of explainable, why Bucky was sneaking around with this oddly-shaped, half-clothed, smokin’ hot blond guy.

Steve went over to the building’s edge, watching the minimal activity of the night time streets. Bucky stood beside him and asked about the Herald again, and thus began Steve’s very long-winded explanation of how there were four main types of angels, with each type serving its own purpose.

Cupids were exactly what Bucky thought they were,

Heralds served as God’s messengers and harbingers,

Valkyries served as warriors,

and Seraphim, as far as Bucky could tell, were the closest thing to actual “angels” like most people thought of them.

Steve clearly wasn’t under celestial a gag order of any type, because he was all too happy to tell Bucky all sorts of stuff. He talked about God like he didn’t know the guy very well, but also made it clear that God did not tolerate “stupid” mistakes from his servants—which apparently Steve's mistake was. God had certainly told him so to his face, just before smiting him right out of the sky with a bolt of lightning.

Bucky winced as he thought about that, looking out on the city with Steve at his side. “So … God’s kind of a dick, huh?”

Steve laughed. “Eh, sometimes. Not always though. I mean I did mess up pretty bad. It’s embarrassing. And now at least a couple of other people are going to have to get shot too, wind up with different romantic futures than they otherwise would have, just to get everything back into the right order again.” He sighed. “It was an avoidable mess.”

“Well why’d you miss?”

“What?”

“The shot.” Bucky looked over to find Steve looking at him. “Earlier, you said you’d gotten distracted from the shot. What distracted you?”

Steve’s lips parted and his cheeks began to turn pink. He started stuttering over an explanation, but before he could eke out any real response, a loud whooshing and clatter came from the roof behind them.

Bucky spun around—his eyes the size of dinner plates, probably—and immediately clutched his chest at what he saw. “Shit!”

Standing only a few yards away, was a massive, gleaming white horse. … with wings. Riding it was what Bucky could only assume was another angel.

“The fuck,” he exhaled, all the adrenaline leaving him at once as he realized that they hadn’t just been caught by other apartment dwellers come up to the roof for a smoke or something. The woman hopped off the horse and walked over to Steve like this was a totally normal occurrence. Bucky glared at her. “Christ. Do ya think the people on the floor below might’ve heard that?!”

Given that she’d arrived on a flying horse, Bucky felt pretty safe in assuming that this newcomer was also an angel; though she didn’t have wings like Steve did, and she wasn’t naked like he’d been. In fact she seemed to be wearing a bunch of badass looking white armor.

“Steve!”

“Brunn, hey! What are you doing here?”

“Checking in on your dumb ass, of course. That’s him, isn’t it? God, you’re so predictable.”

They greeted each other as friends, with smiles and ribbing and big, back-clapping hugs, so Bucky figured he was safe to turn away to go and block the roof’s access door with an old chair that was sitting nearby. Once he’d done that, he walked back over—making sure to leave a wide berth between himself and the unnaturally large horse.

The horsewoman looked Bucky up and down when he got over there, her mouth ticking up faintly at the corners. “You must be James ‘my-friends-call-me-Bucky’ Barnes.”

Bucky blinked. He wasn’t caffeinated enough for this. “Uh huh.” He looked over at Steve. “Is she the Herald?”

The woman snickered and Steve explained that no, she was one of the Valkyrie-types of angels. The warrior types. Okay, Bucky thought. The armor made more sense, then. As did the swords and daggers he was noticing on her person, now. Damn.

“I heard through the grapevine that Saint Steven had fallen,” the Valkyrie was saying. “I volunteered myself for messenger duty, just so I could pop down here and take the piss out of my favorite fallen angel.”

“Aw, you shouldn’t have."

“You’re fallen?” Bucky blurted, alarmed. “A fallen angel?"

“It’s not as serious as it sounds,” Steve muttered, embarrassed, and Valkyrie continued to tease him about what a clutz he was and how he had a ‘penchant for pretty boys’, whatever that meant.

“Let’s see the damage then, Stupid-Cupid,” she said, trying to get at the blanket to yank it off from Steve’s shoulders. Steve danced around trying to prevent it,

“Stoppit! I’m not that hurt. It’s nothing.”

But eventually Valkyrie won. “If it’s nothing then you can let me see it.” Steve squirmed self-consciously as the blanket fell and she peered at his bandaged wing. “What happened?” she asked. “Bad landing?"

“Yeah. Some shrapnel from a junk pile I fell into,” Steve said, shrugging sheepishly when the other angel raised a brow at his bright pink, purple pawprint bandaging. “Um, Bucky’s a veterinarian.”

Valkyrie pursed her lips and nodded. “Well, he was gonna need you sooner or later," she said to Bucky, surprising him. "Thanks for looking after him."

“Oh, um, you’re welcome.”

“So what’s the word?” Steve asked. "Has he told you? Did he say how long I'm banished for?”

'Banished?' Bucky mouthed

“Negligible," Valkyrie said. "Just a month."

Steve gave a big sigh of relief at the very same time that Bucky yelped out, “A month?!”

Valkyrie snorted. “Oh trust me, that’s hardly even a slap on the wrist. You fuck up bad enough, sometimes you’ll get a decade or more. A month is nothing.”

Bucky’s eyes bugged out at that. A month wasn’t nothing! A month was a month!—Well, at least it wasn’t “a decade or more.” Yikes. Still, Bucky protested, “Hey, I have a job, you know. A life. I can’t just put that on hold to babysit an angel. And–and I live in the middle of New York City. There’s like nine million people here!” He gestured wildly at Steve’s hulking, winged mass standing only feet away. “How the hell am I supposed to keep this hidden for a month? He’s got a twelve foot wingspan!”

"Fourteen," Steve muttered petulantly.

Valkyrie rolled her eyes. “It doesn't matter. 'Cause God smited him and cast him down, not anything else. Why do you think he was butt-ass naked when he showed up?"

Bucky frowned, looking back at Steve in confusion. "What?"

"His wings," Valkyrie clarified. "They're of Heaven. They don’t exist on this plane. Just like my armor doesn't, or like Icarus back there. doesn't.” She nodded at the horse. “Humans don't perceive those things. It’ll be fine.”

Steve glanced down at his own naked torso. “Ah … might need to to get some shirts, though.”

“Well I hate to break it to you, Angel Lady, but I can see all of those things.” Behind Valkyrie, the very large and visible horse scraped its hoof impatiently against the rooftop. “Yeah,” Bucky said. “Definitely see ‘em.”

Valkyrie walked back to her horse and mounted it in one, graceful leap. “You can see them,” she corrected. “Because you’re the human he’s tied to. You're still perceiving his true form. But everybody else on this plane just sees his fallen form."

“What? 'Tied to'?" Bucky frowned. "What are you talking about?"

She ignored him and looked back to Steve. “Toodeloo, Butterfingers. Have fun with that.”

In a very unangelic way, Steve flipped her the bird as she kicked the horse into motion. It spread its wings with a great 'whoosh' and beat them up and down: once, twice, three times as it ran across the roof. It went airborne, and in seconds they were gone.

Bucky watched them flying, shrinking further and further away. He felt Steve approach at his side, and they stood there together in fraught silence, until finally the Valkyrie was indistinguishable from any other flickering star in the night sky.

“Okay, buster,” Bucky said. “Spill. What the fuck was she talking about, you’re ‘tied’ to me?”

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠

To test the patience of a lioness; a predator that watched over a pup, it was to toy with danger. You would flash your teeth in warning, but the real threat lurked in the shadows behind you, and there was no way he would let harm befall all that you held dear.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ֎ Artist!Bucky Barnes x Mafia!F!Reader

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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ֎ Fluff, extreme tension when a certain someone arrives, veiled threats

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ֎ Can you tell that I had way too much fun with this one?

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ֎ @rookthorne's Merry Buckmas — Masterlist

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The local artisan’s corner of the Christmas market was bustling with people — all classes of socialites clashed and rounded one another, and you watched with pure amusement while they navigated their way through the crowds.

Bucky told you weeks ago that he was selected to have his own prestigious stall, and as humble and as bashful as your Puppy was, he was overwhelmed and overjoyed with the knowledge his work was going to be on display for the masses.

And, you knew for a fact, while you watched him at his stall interacting with passersby, that he would be inundated with commission after commission — his work was so sought after within the higher class that you had started to receive enquiries while in the office.

There was the sound of shuffled footsteps behind you, and you did not bother to look over your shoulder before you spoke, “Hey, Ari.”

“Hello, love,” Ari said, and he kissed you on the cheek in greeting. “Just circled the area, nothing of note.”

“Very good.” You looked around finally, but your other guard was nowhere in sight. “Where’s James?”

Ari chuckled, and he shook his head. “Tailing after a certain blond friend of ours.”

“They’re impossible,” you sighed, but there was no heat to the words.

Truly, their plight and chase was amusing to you — not that you would ever let James know that you had cottoned on to his fascination with your best hitman, if he didn’t know already. It reminded you of your own chase, the pup between your maw, dancing prettily to keep you entertained.

“Is your boy doing well?” Ari asked, staring at the line that had looped back on itself for Bucky’s stall. “Seems to be—this your doing?”

You smiled, but shook your head. “I only told them that there was an outstanding artist at the fair stalls—the rest is on them. Though,” you trailed off, staring intently at the line that got shorter and shorter — no one seemed to be making a direct purchase, but Bucky was running ragged with a notepad and taking down notes as he nodded and listened to the people speak. “Everyone seems to only want commissions… Darling, would you mind walking me down there?”

The phone in your hand held the key — you hadn’t outrightly lied to Ari, no, but there were contingencies in place to make sure his first fair blew up and he would become the talk of the high class. “I am going to make a call.”

Ari nodded once, and guided you towards the stall, walking just behind your shoulder while the phone rang, and rang, and– “Hello?”

“Hi, can you make it to the fair? I have someone I want you to meet.”

There was a beat of silence, then, “Your boy toy? Sure, I can be there in a few.”

A dial tone sounded, and you scoffed. “God, I hate him so much.”

“Who? Nick?”

“Yes,” you gritted out, chewing on your lip. “He’s such an arrogant bastard—but he has the money. And Pup deserves the best. Besides, I have a plan for the end of the night.”

Ari grinned. “You and your plans, love. It’s no wonder you’re the queen of an empire.”

“Why thank you, darling.”

The two of you made your way towards Bucky’s stall, and when the brunette caught your gaze, he smiled widely. “He is so gone on you,” Ari mumbled, loud enough so only you would hear among the crowds. “Look at ‘im.”

“Oh, hush,” you hissed, slapping Ari on the shoulder. The side of the stall was warm — a space heater just next to the entry. “Let’s wait here—Nick shouldn’t be too much longer, the nosy bastard never misses an opportunity to get into anyone’s business.”

You watched Bucky work, his deft fingers working over the notepad until they blurred, when the line finally lulled to an end. The way his shoulders slumped with relief made you frown, and you tilted your head just as the final customer walked away, a bright smile on their face. “Pup? Baby, are you okay?”

Bucky looked up, and nodded meekly. “Hey—just tired, so many people wanted commissions rather than actually buying what I have available.”

“So, in other words,” Ari started, “You’re goin’ to be really busy leading up to Christmas?”

“You can say that again,” Bucky groaned, and he slumped onto his stool. “Ugh.”

“Chin up, Pup,” you cooed, and you walked over to him. He leaned into your touch as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “I’ve an associate coming—he always complains about how boring his offices are, so–”

“You didn’t have to–”

“He will more than likely pad your wallet, baby,” you continued, ignoring his interruption. “And, the night is young—you never know who will come around.”

The insinuation of a possible big buyer flew over his tired head.

Bucky sighed, but he conceded the victory to you, just as a figure strode towards the stall. Slim and cut in a dashing suit, he towered over the crowd in his arrogance, and you had to restrain from making a sound of disdain aloud. “Well, well, well,” he said, smirking like the predator he was. “So this is your boy toy.”

“Fowler,” you said simply, placing all of your energy to sound enthused at his arrival; blue eyes, far too much like Bucky’s, glinted in knowing. “Thank you for coming.”

Nick shrugged, and offered his hand to shake towards Bucky, who looked between you and the mobster. In the corner of your eye, you could see Ari tense as a shadow appeared behind him — grey eyes above a black mask stared back at you, and a glint of metal within reaching distance.

You surreptitiously waved them down with a gesture at your hip, and you watched Bucky shake hands with the sleaziest devil of the underworld; ignoring the snarling lioness that demanded to protect her cub.

“As it was,” you began, stepping closer to Bucky, and you placed a hand on his shoulder. The instant, soothing action calmed him; his once clouded eyes brightening again. “I called you because of your constant complaints over how boring your offices were—because I’m sick to death of hearing it. I told you I knew of the best artist in New York, and here he is.”

There was a beat of silence as Nick took in your slight and stared around Bucky’s stall, taking in the available options of his paintings and sculptures. “I take it then, that you do commissions, Bucky?”

“Yeah,” Bucky replied, and you couldn’t help but notice the disheartened tone of his voice. “But I am now booked up—if I can get your details, I will let you know–”

“No need. I’ll take that, that one, and those,” Nick said, pointing at various sculptures and a single, large painting. “I trust that our lioness here will pass on my details should I wish to commission something from her Pup.”

The silence was deafening; thicker than a blade and twice as sharp. Everything viscous within you snarled and gnashed to the surface, the need to put the bastardised man in his place overwhelming. Hunt, hunt, hunt, it chanted.

Just as you opened your mouth to speak your mind, someone else — their voice lethal with the implicit threat — spoke first.

“Dostatochno, Fowler,” James growled. A knife — the same one he flashed in warning — flipped through the air several times and landed between the plates of metal that were James’ fingers with the quietest tink, tink, tink. Fierce, grey eyes met Bucky’s bright blue. “Bucky—take his payment so he may leave.”

The tension in the air for the rest of the transaction was painful to bear witness; wrangling with the inner urge to tear the bastard to shreds added to the agony, but James had it under control. He watched, impatiently, as Bucky’s hands slightly trembled while taking Nick’s offered card; how, when Nick turned around to walk away with his gathered men, that Bucky’s shoulders slumped in relief once more.

You could only stare at your guard with pride — he protected Bucky like he was his own, when he had no contractual need to do so, being your guard. “Fucking hell,” you muttered, letting the breath you unknowingly held hostage loose. James was still watching Fowler’s retreating back. “Thank you, Jamie.”

Shoulders clad in thick, protective leather shrugged, and James glanced at you, then Bucky. “If you do not mind, Bucky,” he said, voice the softest you had ever heard it, “I will take that one as a gift.” The painting he pointed towards was one of the ocean; seas of blues and greens melding together in harmony. “It is Christmas, and you give gifts at Christmas, yes?”

The pronunciation of Christmas on his tongue made you chuckle quietly, and you reached over to squeeze his bicep. “It is—it wouldn’t happen to be for a certain blond?”

James’ eyes narrowed at you over his mask, and if he were without it, you could have sworn he pouted at you. “Nyet. Zatknis'.”

The sound of paper and tissue over the canvas of James’ choosing was the only sound aside from the dying crowds of the market. As Bucky handed the carefully wrapped canvas to James, the latter bowed his head in thanks; his eyes crinkling slightly.

With a furrowed brow, you looked around Bucky’s still considerably full stall — sculptures and paintings lined the space, with only a few empty places. Your original plan flew to the forefront of your mind; a sly smirk pulled at your lips.

“Bucky, baby,” you said, pausing in mock thought; selling it with a few fingers on your chin and tilting your head. “Pup, I’m having a vision—do you think you could help me?”

He brightened considerably and rushed to your side. “Of course, what– What did you have in mind?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you said, forcing the smirk that threatened to ruin the whole facade off of your twitching lips. “I think– No, I know this would look beautiful in my New York office. The Manhattan one.” There’s a pause, where you catch Bucky staring at you, his expression a combination of exasperation and a deadpan stare. “Oh! How could I forget!”

Your shoes clicked over the floor of the stall as you walked, and you pointed at your personal favourite painting — a pricey number that had its own lumination. “I will buy this one for my personal collection, as a Christmas present to myself. And then,” you continued, pointing at a set of statues. “I will add those to my Florida office; it’s pretty boring over there, if I’m honest, Pup.”

In the background, you could hear Ari stifling his laughter. James only stared and watched with his grey eyes, and he raised a brow when you caught his gaze.

“So, what do you–” You stopped, and then you beamed at Bucky, who smiled nervously in return. “Actually, fuck it, I’m buying the whole stall. When do you think you can get these to my office, baby?”

Your words made Bucky’s mind seemingly short circuit — his mouth fell open with shock and he failed to speak.

“What?” you asked, playing along with the facade. “Oh, wait. I’ll just send my drivers to collect it—that’ll save you some time and work.”

“You are– You’re something else,” Bucky managed finally, but now there was a hesitant smile on his lips, as though he could barely believe it. “I– I don’t know what to say–”

“Then say nothing, Pup,” you soothed, and you moved closer to him. “I’m just proud of my boy.”

dostatochno = enough nyet. Zatknis' = no. shut up.

Another new character for me to write... what is happening.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

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#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fluff #MB #rookthorne's works

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cable-knit-sweater · 1 year

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Till It Bleeds Daylight

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Word count: 44k

Rating: Explicit

Tags: alternate universe - detectives, alternate universe - mob, undercover detective Steve Rogers, mob hitman Bucky Barnes, Hydra, one night stand but not really, bottom Steve Rogers, top Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes needs a hug, Steve Rogers needs a hug, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending

Or, going undercover with the criminal organization that haunted your neighborhood growing up, a Steve Rogers guide:

Step 1: Don’t make it personal;

Step 2: Don’t take unnecessary risks;

Step 3: Don’t lose your cool;

Step 4: Don’t fall in love with a hitman;

Step 5: Ignore rules 1-4, especially 4.

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March 2023 Stucky Fics

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Till It Bleeds Daylight (Rated: E, Words: 44K) by cable-knit-sweater / @cable-knit-sweater

Summary: Steve has been undercover with Hydra for a couple of months, slowly getting deeper into the organization . As he tries to figure out what they’re plotting and tries to take them down, he struggles with his past, loneliness, and keeping his cover. When he finds out about a mysterious contractor, the Winter Soldier, Steve figures he or she is the key to Hydra’s plans, but getting more information is not without risk. But well, Steve is anything but risk averse - just ask his secretive one-night-stand turned regular hookup turned …something, James “Bucky” Barnes. Or, going undercover with the criminal organization that haunted your neighborhood growing up, a Steve Rogers guide: Step 1 - Don’t make it personal; Step 2 - Don’t take unnecessary risks; Step 3 - Don’t lose your cool; Step 4 - Don’t fall in love with a hitman; Step 5 - Ignore rules 1 to 4, especially 4. Title from the song "Lovers In A Dangerous Time"

From Ice and Ashes (Rated: M, Words: 64K) by phansomedevil / @phansomedevil

Summary: Steve asks: “How do you move on?” Sam’s eyebrows shoot skyward. He whistles air out from pursed lips. “Do you want the therapist answer or the real one?” “Surprise me.” “The truth is – you don’t get over it,” Sam says, his voice low. “Not when it’s that close to your soul. Not when he’s someone you built yourself up around. Maybe you fall in love again, maybe you don’t. It won’t feel the same. He’ll always be coming up in your peripheral.” As the bus pulls to a stop in front of them, Sam grips his shoulder. “But you still gotta keep living your life. For his memory, yeah. But mostly for yourself.” *** Steve Rogers learns what it means to be a queer hero in a complicated modern age. He tries to move on from the pull of the past, and his lost loves, but fate rarely lets him catch a break.

The Size of Perfection (Rated: E, Words: 31K) by Phoenike

Summary: The serum enhances Steve’s physical attributes to peak condition. All of them. Unfortunately, ‘enhanced’ doesn’t necessarily mean ‘optimal’ or ‘something that a fella wishes to show the girl of his dreams on their wedding night.’

Introduction to Fake Dating Your Best Friend 101 (Rated: T, Words: 24K) by crinklefries / @spacerenegades

Summary: Bucky stares at his best friend as though he’s absolutely lost what’s left of his dumbass mind. “Excuse me?” he asks dumbly. Steve sighs and sags back onto the couch, covering his face dramatically with one large, well-manicured hand. “Dean Coulson thinks we’re dating. And gay. But like, for each other. And now I need you to fake date me so I can convince the Chancellor to fund my research.” or; Steve and Bucky are a pair of professors who have to fake date for academic purposes and are real dumb along the way. It's not so much a forest of pine as a whole landscape of it. It turns out fine, probably.

The Best Way to Wake (Rated: E, Words: 42K) by LeeHan / @leehanji

Summary: James Buchanan Barnes lay in a glass pod in the middle of the table, frozen since he fell. Steve’s hands were on the glass before he realized he’d moved. “Wait, Captain!” “Get him out,” Steve whispered, his hands searching for a clasp, a keypad, something. “Captain, we need to keep him in stasis—“ “I said get him out!”In which Bucky Barnes lay frozen in the Alps for seventy years only to be woken up a year after Steve Rogers was uncovered from the Arctic.

Casual Encounters (Rated: E, Words: 66K) by MoreThanSlightly / @morethanslightly

Summary: “You have never once been careful in your entire life.” Bucky huffs out a laugh. He looks away. “Maybe I’m offended you didn’t think to ask me.” He says it like a joke, but he can’t bring himself to laugh again. “Bucky,” Steve says, scandalized. “You’re my friend. I’m not gonna use you to experiment sexually.”

Pisces Season (Rated: T, Words: 6K) by dreamsinthewitchouse / @dreamsinthewitchouse

Summary: Steve can’t get drunk because of what the serum did to his metabolism, but he still likes beer, and Bucky knows it’s because he likes the simplicity of it; likes remembering how drinking it used to feel, before the war. He watches Steve lift a bottle to his mouth and take a swig, teeth flashing. Steve has let his hair grow out a bit, which is a pretty great look on him, but the truth is that every single version of him, ever, has made something at the bottom of Bucky’s stomach twist into an unsolvable knot. Bucky knows he’s probably got what Natasha calls his smitten kitten look plastered all over his face, but just then he’s way past caring because it's Steve, now looking back at Bucky across the room, his mouth curled in a smile. Or: the one in which Bucky and Steve live happily with their Avengers family and nothing hurts (and Bucky snacks and naps a lot). Also, it’s Bucky’s 101st birthday.

A Certain Slant of Light (Rated: E, Words, 32K) by agetwellcard

Summary: Steve first meets Bucky on a Sunday morning. He's instantly intrigued by the new pastor's son with pale blue eyes and a nervous smile.

a song on a policeman’s radio (series) by rohkeutta / @rohkeutta

How we rolled up the carpet so we could dance (Rated: E, Words: 7K) art by SulaSafeRoom / @sulasaferoom

Summary: Steve’s already showered and changed into sweats and a tank top, his hair still sticking up in cowlicks. When Bucky drags himself to the couch, still in his uniform with soot on his face, Steve takes one look at him in the soft glow of the living room lamp and opens his arms. Bucky drops the shield on the floor and crawls over Steve’s legs to collapse on top of him, tucks his face under Steve’s chin and exhales. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

our chosen homes (Rated: G, Words: 756)

Summary: “It’s been freezing,” Steve repeats as he drops the wood in front of the fireplace, throws two logs in to make sure that the fire isn’t going out. “Huh,” Bucky murmurs absently from the folds of his blanket, and Steve has to squeeze him a little as he passes, rub his cold nose against the vulnerable patch of skin behind Bucky’s ear. Bucky yelps, a high-pitched sound muffled by the duvet he’s wrapped in, and Steve laughs, kisses his ear on the way to get more water from the well.

The Same River, Twice (The Man Is Still Left with His Hands) (Rated: G, Words: 4K) by dorian_burberrycanary / @burberrycanary & art by amoneth / @amoneth-art

Summary: Steve had meant to stay forever and didn’t last a year. He meant to return right back to when he left, but that doesn’t work out the way he planned either. Turns out a lot can happen in nine months.—Steve didn’t need his first month back to make him aware of just how many degrees forgiveness comes in, but some lessons feel new each time. Getting a text from Sam asking him to Delacroix for the weekend feels like one tick closer and Steve’ll take it. He’s texting back when Sam adds, Bucky will be there. And Steve? Steve’ll take that, too. A post-The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Stucky Endgame fix-it where a lot needs fixing.

***This fic is complete, but the series (A Man Takes His Sadness Down to the River (The Consolation of Philosophy)) is not.***

Still Left with the River (The Paradox of Motion) (Rated: M, Words: 14K) by dorian_burberrycanary / @burberrycanary

Summary: Coming back from as good as dead to a changed world is easier the second time around. But then Steve supposes that, like with most things, you get better with practice. A post-The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Stucky Endgame fix-it where even if you can’t go home again, you’ve got to go somewhere.

***This fic is complete, but the series (A Man Takes His Sadness Down to the River (The Consolation of Philosophy)) is not.***

North Fork (Rated: E, Words: 62K) by BeaArthurPendragon / @beaarthurpendragon & art by Stucky1980 / @lisamott9

Summary: Sworn to silence by the Air Force after a friendly fire accident in Afghanistan, former aid workers James and Sam have come home to take over Sam’s family’s vacation rental business to escape the bad memories. Losing an arm and working maintenance wasn’t how James pictured his life turning out, but his life is good: He likes fixing things, he gets to work for his best friend, and he loves surfing every morning. Fresh out of the ice, all Steve wants is for SHIELD to announce his return and let him get back to work so he won't have time to think about all he's lost. But when his psychiatrist refuses to clear him for duty until he's dealt with his trauma, he reluctantly accepts Tony's offer of a beach house for the summer to settle his mind. Armed with a false identity and a stack of sketchbooks, his only goal is to get back into the field. He's got no intention of letting his heart defrost along with the rest of his body. That is, until a handsome maintenance man with a secret of his own shows up with a gallon of ice cream and a smile that could light up half of New York.(Written for the 2021 Shrunkyclunks Big Bang)

with all my skin and bone (Rated: T, Words: 54K) by unicornpoe

Summary: Agents Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes don't get along. With Steve's reckless attitude and Bucky's cautious, no-nonsense way of doing things, they clash from the beginning, and make enemies of each other before they can even think of being friends. But when both men are assigned to a job that will take them to the suburbs in investigation of CEO Alexander Pierce—where they're supposed to live together, to be married to each other, to be in love with each other—old feelings rise up, and new ones emerge. What happens when the person you hate most in the world has to be the person you love? What happens when the line between lies and truth gets blurred? Pining, that's what. And some kissing, too.***Steve and Bucky fall together, and fall in love.

Push It Real Good (Rated: M, Words: 35K) by spoffyumi / @spoffyumi

Summary: The way Steve had to steel himself to ask the question made Bucky a little wary. "Will you be my partner for a Lamaze class?" For a few long moments, Bucky just blinked at him, not knowing which question to ask first. Finally he went with the biggest question on his mind. "What?"

WIP

Treading Water (Rated: M, Current Words: 96K) by sparkagrace / @sparkagrace & art by Dyslexic_Fetus / @reagy-jay

Summary: Olympic swimmer Bucky Barnes always believed that when the time came to retire, he would walk away with his medals and world records firmly in the history books and never look back. He never thought the water would leave him first.

***Be sure to check out the rest of this amazing series: Lane Lines: Lane Lines (Rated: M, Words: 132K), Lumière (Rated: M, Words: 5K), & New Traditions (Rated: M, Words: 6K)***

a league of their own (Rated: E, Current Words: 8K) by burning_brighter / @burning-brighter

Summary: Steve's sixteen-year-old son's one and only dream is to play in the Major League. He thinks he has a shot when the team get a new coach, retired MLB legend and Steve's high school crush, Bucky Barnes. Steve hasn't thought of the man in many years, but seeing him brings back many memories that push Steve to reach out to an old friend and maybe make new ones on the way. What happens when Steve gets to know Bucky properly? What happens when they open up about their darkest secrets and deepest fears? There's really only one thing that can happen.

An Appropriate Omega (Rated: M, Current Words: 205K) by BeauRadley

Summary: Steven Rogers, the Duke of Brooklyn, is in a bind. The provisions of his father’s will mean he must marry before his thirty-fifth birthday or lose his mother’s inheritance. The catch? He has to marry a suitable omega. James Barnes is the third child of the impoverished Barnes family. If he or his sister don’t marry before the season is out, their family will fall further into poverty. If he doesn’t find someone else soon, he’ll be forced to marry the sinister Lord Pierce. The two men realize they can solve each other’s problems, but will their marriage of convenience turn into something more?

#Stucky #Steve and Bucky #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #fanfic #XOXOBUCKYBARNES' Stucky Fic Reading List #march reading list #i was very sick at the beginning of the month so i ended up reading a lot

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Mirror, Mirror

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Homework Help

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Five Times

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Reunion Disaster

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Under The Surface

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What A Reunion

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Nails

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Lips Like Sugar

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Marry Me, Today, And Every Day

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Knock Knock, Who’s There

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A Prom Night To Remember

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Figures In The Dark

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Jock

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My Sky Of Gray

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Spidey’s Secret Short Series ↴

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Forgive And Churro

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Squish

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Pretty Tutor

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Let’s Play Dress Up

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Sorry Not Sorry

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You Don’t Have to Prove Anything

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Flattery Gets You Nowhere

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Chapter 1 Once Upon A Time… Chapter 2 A Simple Rose Chapter 3 Take His Place

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A Worthy Prank

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Frog Prince

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Chocolate Ice Cream

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Life Of Luxury

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Never Gonna Give You Up

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Free

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Just A Kiss

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Burning Flame

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Irresistible

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Monsters vs Aliens

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Black Widow Baby

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What A Surprise

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Manic Monday

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Black Widow Baby

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Unlikely Partners

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A Wall Through Hell (Choose Your Own Adventure) Series

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Chapter 1 - Overwhelmed

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