Secret Wife of Seb 𦾠Chris' side piece đŚžEarly 40's 𦾠Aspiring Writer 𦾠Masterlist pinned #TeamMeatballEvansApproved
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Text
God damn he's beautiful, 8 min ovation at the cannes film festival for his movie yes!
3 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Remember Me
Bucky Barnes X Mutant Female Reader!Latina
A/N: This story is something that is near my heart. Not only is it a part of my culture but a character in the story is based on someone I lost many years ago. If there are any words that are in Spanish I will translate them. I really hope you enjoy this story. Also credit to Nix on Instagram for the Bucky edit.Â
Warnings: Tiny bit of sadness, fluff galore
Being a part of the avengers has been a dream of yours since you were a teenager. Ever since you developed special powers at the age of 13. Youâve always sensed that you had a connection with animals, when you turned 13 all of a sudden when you woke up one morning with your dog CJ staring at you with a tilted head like he was waiting for something.Â
You ruffled his ears and through your mind you could hear him say âi like when you do that, thank you y/n.â then you said âyouâre welcome buddy.â Thatâs when you freaked out and fell off your bed just staring at your dog. From then on you learned on your own to hone your powers and find a way to be recruited by the avengers. By the time you were 25 you caught the eye of Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes. Someone had filmed you out in the forests of northern New York helping a wolf that was injured, fitting that the wolf had white fur.Â
They couldnât believe what they saw, you approached the wolf with no fear looking at his leg that was injured and reaching for your backpack and taking out med supplies to clean his wound and wrap it up. Before the wolf walked away he came up to you and bowed his head to touch yours as a thank you for saving him and he turned to walk away and howled. Telling the other packs that she was a helper and to trust her.Â
Keep reading
101 notes
¡
View notes
Text
My little love
Created by @talesofadragon photos found on Pinterest
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced Fem! Reader
Warnings: mentions of SA, mentions of child abuse, canon level violence, Bucky and his feelings, possible smut make sure to check each chapter for warnings!
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28
Extras: mile high club ⢠Valentineâs Day ⢠mother of my children ⢠Bucky and Lottie ent to the store ⢠all the single ladies ⢠Y/N and Lottie went shopping ⢠Lottie helps Steve train ⢠Lottie wants a husband ⢠big sister/cousin Lottie ⢠dance recital ⢠Bucky and reader as parents ⢠big brother to the rescue ⢠Parents/Avengers ⢠how it started ⢠tee ball ⢠Morning routine â˘Happy Motherâs Day ⢠Charlotte at school ⢠older Henry and Reader dancing ⢠Steve and reader are besties ⢠Charlotteâs fashion Happy Fatherâs Day ⢠Morning routine pt 2 ⢠Protective Charlotte ⢠egg cracking prank ⢠toddler talk ⢠big sister
Summary:
For two years Bucky had enjoyed his new found freedom. He could go out whenever he wanted. No one was forcing him to do things he didnât want to do. For the first time in a long time Bucky enjoying was falling in love. You had been the one to capture his heart. He was painfully oblivious that you returned his affections but heâd rather be your friend than nothing at all.
You had been new to the Avengers team when Bucky was found. At first you had volunteered to help bring him in but you worried that your abilities to manipulate metal would make him keep his distance. You had been pleasantly surprised when that wasnât the case. Now with every day that passed you fell more in love with Bucky, you were also unaware of his feeling for you.
After a raid to a hydra detention center and the discovery of hydraâs new test subject, Bucky will have to confront abuse he didnât know about. He feels like hydra still has control over him and heâs not sure what to do. When Bucky fell from the train hydra took away his chance at love and a family, now theyâve basically forced it on him. The new revelation with force him make choices he never knew he would have to make, he only hopes he can do the right thing.
1K notes
¡
View notes
Text
đđđ
Oh no God, this just made my heart so happy. THANK YOU SO MUCH. I'm glad you loved it so much. My writing has taken a slump but your review has given me faith that I need to get back to writing.
Wrong Side of The Tracks
Jock!BuckyXFem!Reader  Jock!SteveXFem!Reader(platonic) Sweet!WandaXFem!reader (besties)
Warnings: Nothing much really, just a lot of fluff, little bit of language. Protective Bucky is a warning.
A/N: Hey everyone this has been 2 months in the making and I figured what better time to finish it than for Sebastianâs 40th Birthday. This is a HIGH SCHOOL AU. Both a song and movie inspired me to write this but with a bit of a twist to the original. I also want to thank a few people who inspired me to finish this. @buckyalpineâ @altagrayeâ @jtargaryen18â @imaginedreamwriteâ @endless-summer-soldierâ @christycurlswritesâ Iâm sorry if I missed anyone. I hope you enjoy and as always likes and reblogs are always appreciated.
A/N 2: Apparently tumblr deleted my story so Iâm re-posting this again. dividers by @silkhollandâ Moodboard Aesthetic by me and CanvaÂ
Living in the town youâre in had been some what of a rollercoaster. Some good and some really bad. You moved here when you were 9 years old after your parents divorced. When you first arrived you felt really out of place for the first few weeks. Then one day you asked your mom if you could hang out in front of the towns city hall where other kids in the town hung out, maybe you could find some friends. She agreed and let you walk there. When you got there, there were a few kids around your age some a bit older. After hanging around the benches for a little while a boy your age came up with a few of his other buddies and started picking on you because you were new in town and they knew which part you lived in. Not the best part of town but you could tell they were from the better side of town. After trying to get them to leave you alone to no avail, a brunette and blonde boy came up behind them.
âHey why donât you leave her alone Brock before I punch you in the face.â The brunette yelled at him.
âWhy is she your little girlfriend Barnes?â Brock teased him.
âCome on man she just moved here, lets not let her think everyone here dislikes her.â The small blonde came to your defense this time. With a small bashful smile, you looked up at the boys defending you and felt safe with them around.
âWhatever Rodgers, sheâs not even worth it anymore.â And with that the bullies left to do their own thing. When they left thatâd when the two boys who defended you looked at you asked of you were ok.
âHi there, my name is James but you can call me Bucky and this is Steve are you ok?âÂ
Keep reading
#you are amazing#thank you so much!#bucky barnes x y/n#au bucky barnes#bucky barnes x fem!reader#â¤ď¸
127 notes
¡
View notes
Text
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REBLOGGING
Everything She Wants
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Warnings: a bit of angst and fluff
A/N: this is my first time writing so please be nice but feedback is welcome. Most of my stories will be loosely based on songs I love and enjoy. Again I want to thank @imaginationintowords @altagraye @jobean12-blog @endless-summer-soldier for the support. I hope I make you proud. PLEASE LIKE ANS REBLOG
Thank you
"Being an Avenger was staring to take a toll on Bucky, and his 2 best friends Steve and y/n were starting to get concerned. In this time being an Avenger means the more missions you do, no matter how mundane they are, you are paid very well. The reason Bucky has been so over worked is because of his current girlfriend of 6 months, Susan.
When they first started dating, things were good for the first few weeks, Bucky loved her so much he wanted to do anything he could to please her. What Bucky didnât know was his best friend y/n was already in love with the man.
Y/N met Bucky Just after everyone came back from the blip. Bucky was going to a local coffee shop to grab something to drink and relax, but when he got there all the tables were taken up. After grabbing his coffee he went looking for a table. Bucky saw her sitting by herself reading her book. He came up to her.
âExcuse me is this seat taken?â
Y/N looks up from her book and see's those beautiful blue eyes.
âOh of course not please take a seat.â
A small silence falls between them and Bucky started to strike up a conversation about the book she was reading. From that day on they exchange numbers and became fast friends, but she couldn't get those blue eyes out of her mind. After knowing each other for a few days, they finally asked each other what they did for work. Y/N works for 1 of the local high schools in New York. When she asked Bucky what he did he was hesitant to say he was an Avenger. She didn't care what he did for a living she just cared for him as a friend. She was not the superficial type, if you were interesting, Kind, funny and overall caring person you won her over and be her friend for life.
1 day Bucky introduced her to his other best friend Steve rogers and soon they became fast friends. Itâs been a year since y/n and Bucky met and things couldnât  be better but she had to hide her feelings from Bucky because she didnât want to ruin such a great friendship if he didnât feel the same way. So she kept her mouth shut. But Steve knew and he kept your secret. Then Bucky started dating Susan , they met at a bar while the 3 of you were out having drinks. She seemed nice at 1st but you and Steve started to notice how distant and tired Bucky was when he started dating her. 1 day when you came to the compound to visit Bucky and Steve You heard yelling coming from the living room.
You didnât want to interrupt so you walked into the room as quiet as you could. It was Bucky on his phone and from what you could tell he seemed to be talking to Susan.
âBaby Iâm trying my best here, but thereâs no missions I can go on. Iâm getting as much money as I can you have to believe me.â You started to get closer to understand what he was talking about.
âYes I love you but this is getting to be too much for me, you want me to go on these missions and I havenât seen you in a month. I need a break from all this work.â
You try to sneak by and get to Steve's room as fast as you could, you had to find out what was going on. Your best friend was exhausted and you couldn't understand why, you and Steve had to get to the bottom of this. When you got to his room you knock 3 times you only waited for a few before he opened the door. âHey sweetie whatâs up? Bucky is in the living room .â âI know I just snuck past him, Steve something is going on with Bucky and we need to know what it is. It sound like he was on the phone with Susan he was upset talking about how tired he was and that he was trying to get as much money as he can. What is he talking about?â
âI donât know if Bucky ever told you but whenever we go on a mission weâd get a substantial amount of money .â
â Okay that doesn't matter to me at all. Is that why he looks so depressed and tired? How many missions has he been on Steve? â
âI believe 15 missions in the last month. Ugh, I never really noticed it until you just asked me. We need to find out what's going on.â
âSteve, Do you think Susan is using Bucky for his money?â
âIf she is, we need to put a stop to this. We are his friends and you have a big heart for the guy. I know you donât want to see him hurting, neither do I. I want him to be happy with you then that woman, I know you would treat him like how a man should be treated.â
âLets get our Bucky back.â
Â
Bucky's POV
Â
After getting off the phone with susan, there were a lot of things I had to think about. On one hand, I think I can see myself with her for the long run, but on the other I don't know how much longer I can keep going on missions and keep my sanity. I also feel like I have been pushing two of the most important people I have ever known. Steve has been by me since we were kids, helping me when i finally escaped Hydra and bringing me to Wakanda to help with my recovery. And y/n, I may have only known her for a year but she never turned away from me when she found out who I was. She has been such a ray of light with her optimism and fitting in with my friendship with Steve.
Â
 I got off the couch to get some water, when I just remembered I could have sworn I saw y/n come into the room. After drinking my water I went looking for her, maybe she is sitting in my room. When i didn't see her there i went to Steve's room. I went to go knock on the door but stopped hearing Steve and y/n talking about me. I only caught the last part of the conversation saying they were worried about me. I backed away and went to my room to take a quick shower.
When i came out, y/n was sitting on my couch in my room reading a book from my shelf, To kill a mocking bird. She hadn't seen me yet, but as I stood there watching her read, the sun was slightly shining on her and she was so pretty and relaxed on my couch. I never realized how cute she looked reading, eyes squinting at the words, lips moving and the way she turned the pages of the book. I stayed watching her for a few moments more when she looked up smiling and me.
"Oh Hi Bucky, did you have a good shower?"
"Yeah sweetheart. When did you get here?"
Â
"Oh about 15-20 mins ago, you looked like you were busy so i went to find Steve until you were done."
Â
I went to my closet to grab some clothes and change. While I did I was repeating in my mind what her and Steve where talking about. Maybe I have been so preoccupied with missions and susan  I have been neglecting them both. After seeing y/n reading on my couch like she was meant to be there, something i noticed susan never seemed to. How could i be so stupid and not see it in front of me. She was a friend before she knew who I was and after she knew everything she stayed and never made me feel bad about it. I knew she was happy for me when I told her I was dating susan but looking back she looked a little disappointed. Did she like me and I'm just now seeing it? If she does she sure does hide it well. Maybe I need to talk about this to Steve get his advice. I returned to the room and sat next to y/n.
"So what brings you by today Angel?"
"I came by to see if you wanted to grab some take-out and watch a movie or two."
"I think we can arrange something. What do you feel like having, I can tell F.R.I.D.A.Y to order it?"
"That sounds great, Â how about some pizza? Do you want to hang in your room or the living room?"
"Lets stay here for a change, its more comfortable."
Â
While I was telling F.R.I.D.A.Y our pizza order, y/n was getting more blankets and pillows for my bed making us our own personal nest. I went downstairs to grab our pizzas and on the way i went to the kitchen and fished out some beers and water for the night. When i got back to my room, y/n was all set up in the middle of my bed cuddled up in blankets like a burrito. I had to laugh a little bit at her.
"What?"
"Nothing, just admiring how cute and comfortable you look now. Like your ready to go to sleep instead of eating and watching movies."
"I think with the amount of pillows and blankets I got, I might just fall asleep."
"Well lets get to eating this pizza before it gets cold."
As we were eating and watching Sixteen Candles (one of her favorites) I would steal a few glances at her here and there. Look at the way she smiles while watching the movie.
No i cant be thinking like this right now, I have a girlfriend.
I go back to watching the movie taking a sip of my beer. As she pokes me in the stomach telling me her favorite part is coming up i hear her laughing at the school dance scene. Man I could listen to her laugh for the rest of my life. I shook my head trying to get these thoughts out. We were long done with the pizza by the middle of the movie while she was 3 beers in. Just before the end of the movie she had fallen asleep on my shoulder. I kissed her on the top of head and laid her on the opposite side of the bed. I went to throw away the boxes and empty beer bottles, when I came back she looked so peaceful. I slid to my side to make sure she had enough room on the bed. I was laying on my back when she shifted and put her head on my chest and wrapped her arm over my torso. My stomach dropped and my heart started beating fast. Oh crap I'm in trouble and I don't know what to do.
I heard her mumbling something in Spanish (sheâs Mexican American) then she said it a little bit louder âte amo mucho bucky.â Then kissed my chest. Now I definitely need to talk to Steve.
Â
Y\N POV
You woke up the next morning, Wondering what happened last night, when you look over you see that you're sleeping in Bucky's bed. You had to use the bathroom, but didn't want to wake him up. You tried to shift yourself out of his grip, once you were free, you scurry to bathroom. When your done doing your business you wash your hands and face and reflect on what happened. It felt nice waking up in his arms sleeping so peacefully. You wish you could do that for the rest of your life, but he has a girlfriend who your sure is using him for his money. It angers you so much. When you exit the bathroom, bucky is still sleeping so you grab your shoes and leave him a note on the pillow you slept on. You told him you were going to get some coffee and pastries from the coffee shop they met.
She quietly left the room, when she was passing up the kitchen she saw Steve coming in from his run.
"Hey I was just about to go get some coffee for bucky and I, do you want to come along? "
"Sure sweetie let me just get some clean clothes on , meet me at the front entrance."
"OK Stevie."
Ten minutes later you and Steve head off to the coffee shop.
When you arrive there is about 7 people ahead of you in line, while waiting you look around and a few tables away you see susan having drinks with a friend of hers. You elbow Steve and tell him to look to your left. He sees her and it looks like they are having an intense conversation. You tell him your going to stand by and hopefully she won't see you. As you approach they are talking about Bucky, so you take your phone out and pull up your recording app and press record.
As you stand there pretending to look at the mugs and cd's something she says catches your attention.
"You would not believe how much money he gets paid for going on these missions. Just think if I had gone with who I really wanted to which was Steve Rogers just think how much he would be bringing in. I still can't believe he is letting me have most of his money when he does these."
Â
You couldn't believe it, you actually got her saying that she's basically using bucky for his money. You pretty much had everything you needed to tell bucky. You snuck away back to Steve when he just got to the front of the line. You gave the cashier you and buckys order plus asked for some blueberry muffins and a few chocolate chips walnut cookies your favorite. As you were waiting you told Steve what happened. He was floored, now you both just had to figure out how and when to tell him.
You both got back to the compound and as you got up to their living quarters, Bucky was coming from the direction of his room. All mussed up hair and sleepy looking, so adorable. You go to give him a hug.
"Hey did you get my note?"
"I did angel, what did you get me?"
You showed him the big bag of pastries and gave him his coffee (straight black) as always. All 3 of you ate at the dinning table chatting and having your breakfast. After eating you had to head back home to take a shower and run a few errands. You told then both you would be by tomorrow for game night. When you left that gave bucky the opportunity to talk to Steve about last night.
" Hey Steve I need to talk to you about something."
"Sure buck, what is it?"
"Last night when y/n was here I started seeing her a different way that I never thought I could. I saw her in a new light. Plus after the movie ended she fell asleep so I laid her down and I went to throw away the beer and pizza boxes. I laid down and, she scooted over to my side and in her sleep she started mumbling some things in Spanish but I caught the last part of it. Steve she said 'te amo mucho'. I think she told me she loves me."
Steve sat there just listening knowing how much she loves bucky.
"Steve what do I do?"
"Well how do really feel about it yourself? Are you starting to have feelings for her or not, because if not don't say anything it will just make things more difficult for your friendship with her. But if you truly do have strong feelings for her then you have to look at your relationship with susan. Can you let her go to pursue something with y/n?"
"Well things haven't been going so well with me and susan."
"I know buck, I can tell things have been a bit stressful for you lately. Look can you give me a minute I need to shoot a quick text and we can finish this."
"Yeah sure go ahead."
Steve walked out to the hall way and text y/n asking her to send him the voice recording of susan this morning. He let her know that bucky brought up that him and susan are not doing so good and decided this is the time to let him know.
She agreed and sent the recording.
Steve came back into the living room where bucky was just staring at the wall looking like he was thinking.
"Hey you doing ok buck?"
"Yeah just trying to figure out what I want to do."
"Well I have something that may sway you in that decision."
"What is it?"
"This morning when y/n and I were at the Cafe we saw susan having a conversation with one of her friends. So while I waited in line she went by her to see what they were talking about. When she heard them talking about you she started to record. This is what she got."
Steve gave him the phone and pressed play. What he heard shocked him and Steve since he never asked y/n what she exactly said.
When the recording ended bucky was furious. He needed to call susan and completely end things, he can't be with someone who is using him for his money. He gave the phone back to Steve and went to call susan and asked her to come over.
While he was doing that, Steve called y/n and told him what happened.
"Y/N I think you should come over as soon as you can. I think you and bucky need to talk."
"OK I have a few more things to do and I will be over in like 2 hours is that ok?"
"Yeah that should be plenty of time."
Meanwhile, Bucky is waiting for Susan to arrive to the compound. When she arrives she gives a him a hug and a kiss but she can tell he doesn't reciprocate.
"Honey is something wrong?"
"I wanted to see you and talk to you."
"OK sure, did something happen on your last mission?"
"No everything went fine, but I do have a question.â They sat down on the couch âDo you really love me?"
"Of course I do honey, what's this about?"
Bucky had Steve send him the recording of Susan and her friend. He took his phone out and pressed play. When she started hearing her voice her blood ran cold and eyes wide. As soon as the recording ended, she looked at him and saw rage in his eyes.
"Honey please don't be upset."
"Upset!? I'm well past upset. How could you do this? I thought you loved me but all you wanted from the beginning was my money. Plus you didn't even want me you wanted my best friend!?"
"Honey please.."
"Save it I don't ever want to see you again. You completely betrayed me, you're lucky I'm not having you dragged out of here."
"Fine, truth is I completely wasted my time with you anyways."
"Get the hell out of here!"
As susan walked out, you were coming back in. You looked at her with complete disgust.
"What are you looking at?"
"Just watching the trash walk themselves out."
Susan was about to launch herself at y/n but she swung her right arm back and punched her in the nose.
F.R.I.D.A.Y informed everyone what had happened and rushed to the ground floor. Just as Steve and bucky got there, they watched as susan was being dragged off by security and y/n putting an ice pack on her knuckles.Â
"Did you just punch her in the nose?" Steve had asked her.
"Well yeah, I gave her a dirty look and insult and she was about to attack me so I beat her to it."
Bucky was is shock, he never thought y/n to be the violent type. His sweet bookworm angel punched someone. He just stood there staring at her with so much pride and adoration. He knew then that he had to tell her no matter the consequences.
He walked up to her taking her injured hand in his looking it over, her breath hitched at his delicate touch.Â
"Does it hurt?"
"Just a little bit." Sounding breathless.
He looks her in the eyes and it never falters. This is his moment.
"Angel, I have to tell you something now before I lose my nerve. I finally see whatâs been in front of me all this time, a woman who is strong, caring, smart, she throws a mean punch and Iâm completely in love with her." He laughs.
Her eyes go wide at his confession, she never thought he had the same feelings for her as she did for him. She had to say something before he took it back.
"Buck, I've loved you for so long, I never thought you would see me as anything other than a friend. I didn't want to ruin the best friendship I've had in years. I was so alone when the blip happened and when everyone came back I still felt alone until I met you."
A small tear rolls down her cheek and bucky wipes it away with his thumb. He looks down at her lips and back to her eyes and she sees it.
He comes closer to her lips and she meets him halfway. The kiss is soft and gentle at first, bucky drags his tongue to her bottom lip for entrance and she let's him. As soon as their tongues meet they both moan into the kiss and it deepens from there. Hungry and desperate, the outside world doesn't exist in this moment. They finally pull away for air, leaning on each other's foreheads.
"Damn!â
"Is this really happening, am I dreaming? "
"Yes it is, I hope you know from now on I'm never letting you go."
"I think I can handle at."
You hear a throat clear, Steve was behind bucky. You look over and he has a big grin on his face.
"I'm glad you pulled your head out of your ass and saw what was there all along jerk."
"Shut up punk."
Bucky looks back at y/n.
"How about I take you out on a date? Tomorrow night?"
"I would really love that bucky."
"Come on let me take you to the med bay to get that looked at properly."
As they head to the elevator waiting for the doors to open, they look at each other one more time. As the doors close they have one more kiss.
You never know when your future is right in front of you in the form of your best friend.
Fin
159 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Thank you so much for reblogging I swear I will finish this story lol
Forever My Love
Steve Rogers x Curvy Female Reader
Other characters: Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton
Warnings:Â As much fluff as your heart can handle, (later chapter, smut, unprotected sex, dry humping.)
A/N: I had this originally as a Chris Evans story but the climate surrounding him I didn't feel comfortable writing it. Maybe when things calm down I'll go back to writing Chris stories. In the meantime I hope you enjoy this little story. This is Part 1. Again please comment and reblog, they make me happy.
You wouldnât necessarily call yourself an outcast, You had friends, you went out and had fun but you pretty much stayed to yourself. Your best friends were Wanda and Clint. You were pretty much the 3 musketeers. All 3 of you lived in the same cul de sac as well as 2 other families, the Barnesâ and Rogersâ. You always saw them hanging out together but the 3 of you never really hung out that much with them. Them being Bucky and Steve.Â
You were so shy, that when Wanda and Clint came to ask you to play when you were kids you almost ran home too afraid to say hello. After a few more attempts to ask you to play, your mother talked to you and just told you to give them a chance because they seemed like nice kids. Since that day you have never looked back and thank your mother for pushing you to the 2 best friends youâll ever have. And now here you are senior year at Howard Stark High School, named after the famed inventor from your hometown. Summer had been great, you and Wanda both worked at the local ice cream shop called Mayâs while Clint worked right next door at Hawk archery store. Before the first day of school you told wanda that you wanted a little bit of a change for senior year. So she came over and had a day of beauty and went over what you wanted to change.Â
You always wore simple clothes not really being too much into fashion like wanda but you wanted to branch out. Being a bit of a thicker gal it was always hard to find cute clothes that fit you, so you both headed out of your small town to the next one over and found some great clothes to help in your little change you wanted. When you got back Clint was a little butt hurt that he wasnât asked to join so you let him come over and gave him a facial and manicure which he didn't mind. What you didn't notice was when you got back from the shops, Steve was watching you from his front yard as he was mowing it. He was shy like you but you never noticed it because you always thought he was as confident as Bucky. When in reality he was an awkward teen and didn't know how to talk to girls, especially ones he really liked, like you. He really wanted to ask you out but was afraid of you turning him down. He didnât want any other girls, he wanted you.Â
After you went in your house he finished his work and went inside his house and took a shower to get the summer heat and sweat off him before he walked over to Buckyâs house. He needed advice and the only person who could give him that was Bucky. Walking over to Buckyâs house he just lets himself in with a small knock on the door announcing himself. âHey Buck, itâs me where are you?â Bucky peeked his head around the corner scaring the crap out of Steve. âRight here buddy, what's up!â
âOh jesus christ buck don't do that.â
âSorry about that. Come on, let's go play video games before our brains start to melt with school work soon.â Steve just shakes his head in disbelief. Bucky may say he doesnât like school but he has some of the best grades in the school.Â
âActually Bucky, I need your help with something.â Seeing the seriousness on his face Bucky knew he really had to hear him out. âWhatâs up?â With a hefty sigh Steve got to the point.
âYou know y/n across the street? I want to ask her out, but I don't know how to approach her. I think she is just pretty and I'm afraid Iâll say the wrong thing.â
âAlright pal, first of all have you ever talked to her?â Looking down at his hands he shakes his head no.
âLook I know youâre a bit shy but we have to try and get past that so you can get the girl, because you don't want to lose her to someone else.â
âGod buck, sheâs so damn pretty I don't know how I'm going to do this. Plus, I don't know how I will get her alone. Clint and Wanda are always with her like a shield.â
âHey donât worry about that. They are like us always together looking after each other. I can see it. I'm sure they are just protective of the other.â Soon enough Bucky was giving Steve the right way to speak to you and hopefully try and ask you out on a date.Â
The next day was the first day of school and you were a little nervous about your outfit. Wanda assured you that it looked great on you and to not overthink it. So you stepped out of your house with Wanda and Clint waiting for you in Clint's car. You're wearing a cute brown sundress with a jean jacket and low top sneakers. As you walk, Clint starts blasting Cherry pie by Warrant and they both start whistling as you walk towards the car. You just shake your head at your two dorky friends and get in the back seat. âY/N you look fantastic no one at school is going to believe itâs you.â Wanda was beaming like a proud mamma. âIf you werenât my best friend I'd ask you out.â
âClint thatâs very sweet but youâre like my brother that would be weird.â While all this was happening Steve watched you drive off with your friends as he was getting in his car with Bucky. He was driving too fast to see you in the back but he couldn't wait to see you at school.
âHey lover-boy, let's get going or weâll be late.â
âShut up Bucky and get in the car.âÂ
Steve starts the car and backs out of his driveway and heads down the road towards school. The parking lot was chaotic with students milling around or standing by their cars showing off what they did to them during the summer. As Steve drove into the lot he saw you and your friends standing by Clint's car and there so happened to be an empty spot next to it. He carefully parked next to you and shut the engine off. You turned around when you saw a car park next to you and your friends and saw it was Steve and Bucky. When Steve stepped out of his car he looked amazing, wearing dark wash jeans, a white t-shirt and brown leather jacket.Â
Wow, was he always this good looking? Was your inner thoughts. He looked right at you as soon as he closed his door and gave you a lopsided smile. You returned his smile with one of your own and a small wave. You then felt warmth on your face and ducked your face down and looked away.Â
Oh my god she looks like a goddess in that dress. That is what Steve was telling himself as he saw you standing by the car. The smile he gave you was a shot in the dark in hopes you would return it and you did. He felt his heart flutter when you smiled back, heâs really glad his asthma is under control now otherwise he would be having an attack right now. When you turned back to talk to your friends Bucky grabbed Steve by the shoulders as if to say âthat's a good first startâ They both headed into the building to get their schedules and a quick bagel from the cafeteria.Â
When you get to your 1st hour, youâre a little bummed that your friends aren't in this class with you but you do see a familiar face, Steve Rogers. This was honors biology and so everyone was sat 2 at a lab table, since you didn't know anyone else you start walking towards Steve. Steve looks up to see you enter the classroom looking for a place to sit. When you spot him you start walking to him almost hesitantly.
âUm, is th-this seat taken?â He looks at you like you just gave him the hardest equation known to man, when you ask again he shakes himself from his stupor and smiles up at you.
âOh, no go ahead, it'd be a pleasure to have you sit with me.â âSmooth Rogers, real smoothâ You giggled at his response and sat down next to him. Steve throws caution to the wind and decides to speak first. Come on you dork you can do it.
âYou know weâve lived in the same cul de sac since we were kids and weâve never really talked to each other?â
âI think that has to do with Clint and Wanda taking up all my free time.â You both laugh a little bit, then your laughter stops as soon as your teacher enters the room.
âOkay class welcome back for another great school yearâ He said a little sarcastically. âSo just to let you know, I hope you like where you are sitting because the person next to you will be your lab partner for the remainder of the school year.â You and Steve look at each other with wide eyes but smile in the end. Your teacher goes over the basic safety procedures for the lab and most of the projects that you all will be doing during the year.Â
The last 5 mins of class the teacher gives everyone time to get to know their partner. All you and Steve can do is smile and laugh at pretty much nothing, then the bell rings. You gather your things and put them in your backpack and Steve does the same.
âSo what class do you have next?â You look at your schedule and see what you have next.
âUm, I have financial algebra next.â
âReally? So do I.â and he shows you his schedule and sees that you have the next 2 classes together.
âOh wow, what a coincidence.â
âCan I walk with you to class?â Steve asks nervously.
âIâd Like that a lotâ You walk towards the door and he lets you pass first like a gentleman and you head down the hall and to the right towards algebra. Entering the class you see both Wanda and Bucky sitting in the same row but 2 desks separating them.Â
They see you both come in and wave at their respected friends. Steve lets you walk ahead of him and you sit to Wandaâs right and Steve to Buckyâs left. Wanda starts talking first.
âSo what was that about?â
âWhat, we had the first hour together and found out that we have the 1st 3 classes together so he walked me here.â While you're talking to Wanda, Bucky starts asking Steve a million questions.
âSo did you ask her out yet? Why did you walk her to class? Do you think she likes you, because I saw the way she looked at you before she sat down?â
âBucky slow down man. Well she came into 1st hour and asked to sit next to me. Turns out weâre gonna be lab partners all year. We went to leave class and I asked what her next call was because I didn't want to leave her side and we have 3 classes together.â
âSteve, I think being able to ask her out is going to be easier than you thought huh?âÂ
Steve looks over at you and smiles, you look over your shoulder at the same time and smile back at him with a blush. He turns back to Bucky with a big grin on his face. âIâm gonna try my hardest to ask her out real soon and treat her like the goddess she is.â Wanda looks back at you after you turn back around and gives you a look.
âWhat?â âWhat do you mean, what? Since when are you and Steve so friendly and that little smile he gave you?â
âIt was just friendly. I don't think it meant anything.â
âWell whatever it was, don't lose it because I think he might be into you.â You werenât a girl that the guys ever went for but seeing the way Steve was smiling at you and wanting to walk you to class stirred something in you.Â
Your next class with Steve was advanced studio painting. Knowing you and Steve loved art was something unexpected but refreshing. Again you two sat close to each other in the class, looking at the other when the other wasnât paying attention. This new thing between you and Steve almost felt natural like you were meant to connect now for some reason. Clint sat behind you guys and noticed this new development, he would bring it up to you later at lunch. When class ended it was time for lunch so you headed out towards the parking lot to meet Wanda at Clintâs car. Steve caught up with you while you were walking.Â
âSo, um what are you doing for lunch?â
âOh, uh Wanda, Clint and I head down the street to the sub shop and hang there. It's sort of a tradition for us.â âOh.â You could see disappointment in his eyes.
âWould you like to join us? The more the merrier, I mean if you want to?â He gave you the biggest, brightest smile that could light up a room.
âYeah that would be great let me just go tell Bucky and we can meet you there?â
âThat sounds great, canât wait to see you.â And just like that Steve runs to find Bucky to tell him their lunch plans. You laugh at his eagerness and begin your trek to the car. Clint and Wanda are already waiting by the car when you walk up. âHey guys, um do you mind if someone joins us for lunch, theyâll meet us there?â
âIs it Steve?â Clint is the first to pipe up.
âHow do you know?â
âPlease y/n i was sitting behind you guys in art class, i could see the looks you were giving each other.â
âThey did the same thing in algebra this morning.â You look away in embarrassment but you know your friends mean well. âYes it's Steve, is that okay with you guys?â
âSure, we have no problem right Clint?â Wanda gives him a pointed look. Heâs like a big brother so he can be protective. âYeah sure, let's get going before all the good spots are gone.â      Â
Steve had such a supportive friend in Bucky. When he told him about lunch and being able to hang out with you, Bucky was on board anything to get his buddy the girl of his dreams. They arrived at the shop just as you had parked and got out of the car. You gave Clint your order and leant on the car waiting. You guys loved this place. It had great food and always 80s and 90s music blasting from the speakers. Steve walked up to you as Bucky went to put his and Steveâs orders in.
âHey there.â âHey yourself. Have you ever been here?â
âA few times.â âYeah we love this place, it just feels nostalgic.â You both just stare at the other like youâre the only two people around. While this is happening Bucky is standing behind Wanda and Clint in line. This gave Clint the opportunity to ask Bucky whatâs been on his mind since class.Â
âHey Bucky, I have to ask. Is Steve really into y/n or this some sick joke to play on her? Because sheâs really shy and has never had a guy be interested in her like I see Steve being. I don't want her to get hurt. She's like a sister to me and I don't want her heart to get broken by the first guy that's interested in her.â
âHey Clint i get it, i know weâve pretty much known each other since we were kids but don't know much about the other. But what I do know is Steve is completely into her and wants to treat her right. Heâs just as shy as she is and this is a big step for him to talk to a girl he likes. So no this is not a joke he really is into her 100%.â
âOkay then, letâs get our two shy, socially awkward friends together then.âÂ
Soon enough, you both are pulled from your little bubble by your friends coming back with your lunches. You spend the rest of lunch talking and getting to know one another. Living in the same cul de sac for so long the 5 of you hardly know much about the others. When it's just about time to head back to campus you go to open the back passenger door when you're stopped by a hand on your elbow. You turn around to see Steve smiling down at you and moving his hand lower to your hand. You feel goosebumps and tingles all the way down your arm to your tummy.Â
âI was really hoping that this wouldnât end.â
âMe too, I enjoyed our time together.â
âThen let me take you out this friday night?â You almost can't believe it, Steve Rogers is asking you out on a date. He has a twinkle in his eyes of hopefulness.
âIâd really like that Steve, But I've never been on a date before. I don't want to disappoint you.â
âYou could never disappoint me, so what do you say? Friday night 6pm?â
âSounds great, you know where I live.â He takes your hand in his and lifts it up to his lips and kisses your knuckles. The butterflies in your heart travel to your stomach in a tornado. In Steveâs car Bucky is punching the air in victory for his friend. Wanda is happily clapping her hands and Clint is looking on like a proud brother.Â
Getting in the car you are on cloud 9, not even paying attention to Wanda talking to you about what you're going to wear on your date. Steve is so happy he is practically speeding towards school making Bucky hold on for dear life. When you got back to school you really didnât pay much attention to your last 3 classes, thinking too much about Steve. Steve was no better himself. Practically daydreaming in class, that Bucky had to smack him on the back of the head when the teacher asked him a question in world history class. When the final bell rang, everyone ran out of their classes to get out and head home or to their after school jobs.Â
When you guys were driving home you could see Steve and Bucky behind you heading their way home. When you turned around to see you smiled and Steve could see you so he waved back. Clint parked in his family's driveway and you all got out to head to your own homes. Wanda ran to her house dropping off her backpack and headed over to your house. She had to talk to you about what happened today. She practically busted through your front door yelling.
âHI MRS. Y/L/N! I JUST CAME TO TALK TO Y/N!â Your mom almost jumped out of her shoes.
âOh my goodness Wanda, what is the hurry?â
âNo time to talk, gotta get to y/nâs room.â Your mom just shook her head and went back to getting dinner ready.Â
As youâre putting your jacket in your closet you can hear your best friend barreling her way into your house. You just laugh and wait for her to bust into your room.
âOkay girl, we have to figure out what youâre going to wear on your date with Steve.â
âHey calm down, I haven't even told my mom yet.â
âWell let's put an outfit together then Iâll come down with you so you can tell your mom. Sheâs going to be so excited for you.â Wanda heads into your closet and searches for a few outfits for friday. After about an hour of mixing matching clothes you find the right outfit. Heading out of your room, you find your mom in the living room relaxing a bit. Youâre a little bit nervous to tell her about this date.Â
âUm, mom, there's something I want to tell you. Now before I do,I want you to know I'm really excited about this and I hope you will be too.âÂ
âAlright sweetie whatever it is, I'll be happy for you.â With a big sigh you get to it.Â
âI have my first ever date friday night.âÂ
âOh my gosh, my baby has a date. Who is it with sweetie? Is he a nice boy?âÂ
âOh mom, he is so sweet and such a nice guy. Itâs Steve Rogers from across the street.â
âThe shy young man with the blonde hair?âÂ
âYes mom, I'm really excited for this and I hope you will let me go?â
âOf course baby, I donât see any problem with you going out with Steve. Heâs such a nice boy, I hope you have fun and tell me everything afterwards, okay?â
âI will mom, thank you so much.âÂ
âAlright dinner will be ready soon, Wanda are you staying to eat?âÂ
âOh I have to get home to help my mom with our dinner but maybe another night. Y/N I will talk to you later.â
âOkay Wanda, talk to you later.â
After you finished dinner you went to your room and cleaned up the mess you and Wanda made with the clothes. Out of the corner of your eye you see movement from your window. You go over and lift up the window and see Clint in his room rocking out to some music. Since you were kids you and Clint tied a rope between your windows and put a bell to let the other know you wanted to talk. When you hear the song fade out you tug on the rope and the bell starts to ring. He turns around and sees you laughing at him and goes to open his window.Â
âHey buttercup, whatcha want?â
âI just wanted to see how you were doing? Youâve been kind of quiet since I told you guys about Steve asking me out and I wanted to know if youâre okay with it?â
âButtercup, you're like a sister to me and I just want to see you happy. But I will say this, I'm sure he won't do it but if he hurts you I will hurt him.â He looks at you trying to look serious. All you can do is laugh when he breaks out into a big smile.
âI knew I could count on you Clint, thank you for being there for me.â âAnything for you buttercup, now let me get back to my personal concert and Iâll see you in the morning.â
âGoodnight Bro.â With that you close your window and get ready for bed.Â
Across the street itâs pretty much the same at Steveâs house. His mom and dad were very happy for him. He couldnât stop talking about you at dinner. Steveâs mom was worried he wouldnât come out of his shell, but now knowing he was able to ask a sweet, pretty girl who he says is the girl of his dreams, she couldnât be happier for him. And of course his dad gave him âthe talkâ to which Steve had a deep blush on his face the whole time.
âDad, Iâm a gentleman, Iâm not going to do anything like that on the first date. Iâm just hoping for a kiss, that's allâ
âWell son, I just want to make sure youâre prepared for when the time comes. I know we taught you well and have good manners.â
âI know dad, I just want to treat her right. I know it seems soon and Iâm young and all but, sheâs it for me dad. I can see her with me for the rest of my life.â
âDonât get too ahead of yourself son, take it one day at a time.â
"I will dad, donât worry.â After helping his mom clean up the dishes from dinner he went upstairs to get ready for bed. He got under the covers ready to sleep but all he could do was stare at the ceiling and think of you and see you tomorrow at school. With a big smile on his face he turned over and fell asleep with your face on his mind.Â
The rest of the school week went like the first day. You and Steve talking more and being flirtatious to each other. When Friday came you were a ball of nerves, so was Steve. When you got home from school Clint and Wanda came over to help you out with getting ready, even though Clint didn't do much but sit at your desk and talk about what not to do on the date. That big brother mentality he has around you. Bucky was laying on Steveâs bed exasperated because he was overthinking what to wear on your date.
âSteve, bud go simple. Wear that light blue button up and jeans. Don't go fancy unless youâre taking her somewhere fancy, just go with that shirt.â
âYeah youâre right. Ugh Iâm so nervous man. What if i fuck up and i never see her again?â
âThat's impossible, youâre the human equivalent of a golden retriever. Chicks dig that, besides you are the nicest guy i know sheâll like whatever you do.âÂ
Before you knew it, it was 6pm and Your doorbell rang. Wanda let out an excited squeal and made sure to check your make-up to see if it was still good and ran towards the door as your mom opened it. As soon as you went to your door, Clint stopped you.
âY/N look i want you to know, Iâm happy for you. And if he tries to pull anything during the date you call me, but I have a feeling you wonât because heâs a good guy.â You gave Clint a quick hug and left your room. You got to the living room where your mom was talking to Steve. When they heard your shoes clicking on the floor, they turned around at the same time. Your mom had a big smile on her face. Steve looked like his eyes were about to pop out of his head.Â
âSweetie, you look wonderful.â Your mom beamed with pride. Steve stood up and walked over to you still he hadnât said anything until he was about 2 feet away from you. He grabbed your hand and brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of your hand.
âYou look absolutely beautiful.â You wore a long sleeve bodysuit with an orange skirt and thigh high boots.
"Thank you Steve, you look very handsome, that shirt really brings out your eyes.â You both were blushing with each other's compliments.
âWell if youâre ready your chariot awaits.â With a small giggle, Steve intertwined his hand with yours and walked towards the front door. You turned around and said bye to your mom and 2 best friends. He actually drove his car from across the street where his house was to yours instead of walking over. His car was a dream, a 1971 Chevy Chevelle plus it was a convertible that sold you.
âHave I ever told you I really like your car?â
âNo you havenât but I'm glad you do. Most girls aren't into cars nowadays.â He opened the passenger door for you and didn't let go of your hand until you were seated and then closed your door. He ran over to his side and got in.Â
You both drove off in comfortable silence just enjoying each other's presence. He drove you to a local diner that everyone in town really enjoyed, Benâs Diner. He found a parking space and turned off the engine, before you could reach for the handle he stopped you.â
You stay there Iâll get the door for you.â You blushed a little bit at his gentleman-like behavior. He got out and came to your door and as he opened it he stretched out his hand for you to take. Closing the door he brings your hand into the crook of his elbow and walks you towards the diner. Then you kind of paused a bit and this caught Steveâs attention. In your head you're thinking, are there people from school here if they are, are they going to make comments about you being here with Steve?Â
âHey is everything okay?â
âI just got nervous all of a sudden. What if there are kids from school here? What if they think I shouldn't be with you?â
It was no secret that Steve was a very good looking guy, well built, beautiful blue eyes you can get lost in. âWho cares what they say. Iâm here with you. Can I tell you a secret?â
You nod your head for him to continue. âThis is actually my first date. You're the only girl I've ever wanted to ask out. Thereâs been no one else I have ever wanted to be with than you.â You look at him with wide eyes. You thought Steve would have had girls before you, boy were you wrong. And to tell you heâs been wanting to ask you out for a long while now makes your heart skip a beat.
âI didn't know you have been wanting to ask me out for so long. Okay letâs go in.â With big smiles you both enter the diner. When you go in you see May, your old boss from the ice cream shop behind the counter helping out. Her nephew Peter is bussing tables as well. âY/N sweetheart, i feel like i haven't seen you in forever, come here and give me a hug.â May was like another mom to you and Wanda. She walks from behind the counter and gives you a bone crushing hug.Â
âMay, itâs so great to see you. Oh, May this is Steve Rogers, Steve this is May Parker my old boss at the ice cream shop.â
âMaâam it's nice to meet you.â He tries to shake her hand but sheâs a hugger so she wraps her arms around he middle giving him the same bone crushing hug.
âOh please we don't shake hands, we are huggers. And please call me May, maâam makes me feel old. So what brings you two here tonight?â
âActually May, this is Steve and Iâs first date.â The biggest smile appears on her face. âWell then let me show you my special spot just for tonight.â She grabs a few menus and leads you both over to a quiet corner of the diner.
âBen usually uses this when he wants a quiet place to finish doing the books for the diner and shop but this is the perfect spot for a date this special.â âThank you so much, youâre the best.â You sit opposite of each other in the booth and start looking at the menu. Dinner went great, you talked, you laughed and you noticed that no one was really paying attention to the two of you. Just before the check came, Peter came over to grab your plates from the table and chatted with you for a bit. He was a junior at your high school and it seemed that he and Steve had a lot in common. Â
Steve paid the bill and you were both off and out of the diner, full and happy. You both waved to Ben who was in the kitchen and May who was manning the counter. Walking hand in hand back to Steveâs car, again he opened your door and led you inside.
âSo where are we going next?â âThat my beautiful angel is a surprise.â You blushed at the pet name he just gave you.
âHey, why donât you show me what this car can do Stevie?â âWow, you just got way hotter y/n"
With that he pulls out of the parking lot and heads down the road and notices there are hardly any cars on the street. So he looks over at you and then starts shifting gears to get the car up to speed and then punches it into 4th gear and youâre loving it. Steve sees the pure joy on your face and he knows then and there, you're it for him and he hasn't even kissed you yet. When Steve sees the road he has to take he slows down and turns off the main road. As he is driving he pushes the button to let the top down on the car. In a few minutes you come to a clearing and park it over a small lookout. Steve shut off the car but keeps the music playing on the stereo.Â
âOh Steve, this is beautiful. I don't think I've ever been here before.â âYeah Bucky told me about this place and I thought it would be a great place for our date, plus we can stargaze.â
Thatâs when you look up and see how clear the night is and see every star and constellation. Just then Steve grabs a blanket from the back seat and lays it over both your laps. You look over at him and slide over closer to him. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and you both lean back and watch the stars twinkle in the sky. Every few seconds Steve rubs your shoulder and arms to keep you warm. You look over at Steve who is already staring at you with a small grin on his face. He brings up his other hand to your cheek and caresses it, then he moves it to the back of your neck into your hair. Your breath hitches, thinking to yourself âoh god is he going to kiss me now?â Youâve never kissed a boy before and youâre worried youâll be bad.Â
âYouâre so beautiful, I've been waiting so long to ask you this. Can I kiss you?â Feeling breathless you answer him.
âYes. But I should tell you, this is my first kiss and I don't want to disappoint you.âÂ
âThis is my first kiss too, and I'm glad itâs with you.â He brings your face towards his and you close your eyes when you feel his breath on your lips. He closes the gap more and he gently presses his lips to yours. Itâs sweet and slow but still passionate. After a few seconds he gets bold and swipes his tongue into your mouth and you grant him entrance. You bring your hands to his chest and move them to his hair. His hands are now on your hips and he grabs them tight and moves you closer to him, if thatâs possible. He wants to feel all of you. After you have the need to breathe, you break away from the kiss but just a little so youâre still close to his lips.
âThatâs the best first kiss ever.â âYeah, I never thought it would be that good Steve.âÂ
Steve gives you one more peck on the lips and you lay your head on his shoulder and enjoy the rest of your time together. When it's almost 10pm, Steve starts up the car to head back into town and drives you home. When he turns into your street, you start to dread the end of your date. He parks in front of your house and you can see the light in your living room still on. Most likely your mom is waiting for you. You start to play with your fingers nervously not knowing what to do. Steve gets out of the car and opens your door and walks you to your door. You start to fish out your keys to keep your mind busy.
âI had a really great time Steve, thank you.â âMe too. I really want to see you again.â
âReally?â âYeah, I know this is fast but, youâre it y/n. Thereâs no one else I want in this world.â
âOh Steve, I feel the same way.â He wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up a little bit and kisses you breathless. He puts you back on your feet and kisses your forehead, before loosening his grip on you.
âGood night Steve.â
âGoodnight y/n. Iâll text you okay.â
âOkay.â With a big smile on his face he runs to his car and drives across the street to his house and heads into his house.Â
While you and Steve were having your moment, all of your friends were each looking out their windows wanting to see how the date went. Wanda clapped and squealed from her bedroom, Clint was in the garage repairing his arrows shaking his head seeing how happy you were, and Bucky was sitting in his living room punching the air when Steve gave you that kiss.
Steve really wanted to get ready for bed but he was too excited to. He looked out his window and saw that the light was on in your room. So he jumps out of bed and slips out of his house as quietly as possible to run over to your house. He taps on your window so lightly you almost miss it. You cautiously walk over to your window and pull back the curtain and see Steve at your window. You open the window to see why heâs at your house at this hour.
âSteve, what are you doing here? Are you still in your pjâs?â âI couldnât sleep and I saw your light was still on so I took a risk and came over. I can't stop thinking about you. Can I come in?â You begin to think about it, hoping you don't get caught and nod your head. Steve then brings his leg over the window sill and jumps in. You laugh at his eagerness getting into your room.
When he finally gets his bearings, he brings you into his arms and kisses you. He never wants to stop kissing, he feels like this is heaven and you're the angel that brought him there. After a few minutes he breaks the kiss and places his forehead to yours. "I hope it was okay that I came over?â âIt was more than okay.â
Part 2
(I hope you enjoyed this first part. If you want to be notified about the next part let know in the comments.)
180 notes
¡
View notes
Text
đŤśđŤśđŤśđŤśđŤś
tw: ramble of being clean from s*lf h*rm (no images) just me being a blubbering mess about being ten years clean
just realised something that sent me down a counting spiral, iâm ten years clean. I didnât think i would be able to do even go by month and i canât believe its been a decade since i stopped.
at one point i couldnât fathom stopping being at this milestone
iâm really emotional and i just wish nothing but strength, power and happiness to those struggling with this as well. I hope you triumph over this, i hope you are able to access resources to help you. I hope you find a safe space, people who make you feel safe, seen and heard, i hope they stick by you
brb gonna go cry for my fourteen year old self because she always wondered if there would be a day her arm isnât littered with fresh scars
14 notes
¡
View notes
Text
32K notes
¡
View notes
Text
Fandom Leap masterlist
Prologue - Falling into the Fandom
Chapter 1 - @nickfowlerrr
Chapter 2 Carry On - @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men
Chapter 3 - @crazyunsexycool
Chapter 4 - @supraveng
Chapter 5 - @swiftlymoniquesblog
Chapter 6 - @missvelvetsstuff
Chapter 7 - @vibraniumarm06-bucket
Chapter 8 - @rosedpetal
Chapter 9 - @imyourbratzdoll
Chapter 10 - @herdreamywasteland
Chapter 11 - @jamneuromain
Chapter 12 - @potterhead2207
Epilogue
111 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Got a nee tattoo today. Now I can proudly show everyone my love for Bucky Barnes/ Sebastian
4 notes
¡
View notes
Text
SEBASTIAN STAN New still from 'DUMB MONEY'
722 notes
¡
View notes
Note
Don't seem yourself short @frostironfudge silhouettes in the dark and I think I met you in my dreams are masterpieces
Oh Sebastian Stan!
Does anyone here read any Sebastian/his character fics?
Omg! If so, we should share!
Yes!! Iâm always looking for more fan fiction to read!
@navybrat817 is amazing so is @kinanabinks, @pellucid-constellations, @justkending @frostironfudge and @wkemeup just to name a few Iâm sure I have more!!
13 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Light It Up
Pairing: Firefighter!Curtis Everett x Female Reader Summary: Curtis doesn't expect to meet someone like you when he puts out a fire. Word Count: Over 2.7k Warnings: Building fire, most likely inaccurate info regarding firefighters (I tried), a bit of grumpy and sunshine, Curtis Everett (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: I wasn't able to get all 4 birthday stories done, but I hope you lovelies enjoy the ones I plan to share. Here's 2 of 2! â¤ď¸ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thank you for spitballing), but any and all mistakes are my own. Thanks to @targaryenvampireslayer and @ghotifishreads as well for letting me scream about this. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Curtis closed his eyes as he relaxed in his cot, blocking out the snores of some of the other squad members. His shift was almost over and it had been fairly quiet. Between testing and inspecting gear equipment and exercising, he managed to get a couple of short naps in to fight off any fatigue. Overall, it was a good day.
Didn't save a life today, but still a good one.
He loved his job. While he understood why some enjoyed the structure of an office or 9-to-5 job, it wasn't for him and never would be. He was a man of action. Being a firefighter was his way of giving back to the community and being part of something bigger than himself. He hoped to become a lieutenant in the near future.
Just when he thought he should get up to study, the alarm rang out.
Time to go to work.
He sprang to get into his gear, his body on autopilot as the other squad members got up and did the same. The small rush of adrenaline hit as he put his boots on before he reminded himself to think clearly. Someone out there was depending on him. Though he wasn't a lieutenant yet, he felt a responsibility for his squad, too. He couldn't let them down.
"No hot date tonight, Curtis?" Jake teased as he got in the truck, Sam and Joaquin hiding their smiles as they followed. All military veterans and good men.
"Fuck off, Jensen," he replied with no heat behind it. Jake was one of the goofier squad members, but the man was strong, dependable, and had a sense of duty. He was also great with kids. "No date talk. We have a job to do."
Truthfully, Curtis couldn't recall the last time he went on a date. He did remember his last girlfriend said his heart was as cold as the blue of his eyes and as black as his buzzed hair. All because he asked to reschedule a date night since he had to pick up an extra shift. He hadn't put in much effort after that to search for the one.
It was a bit lonely, if he was honest with himself. He didn't have a fancy home, but he did work hard to build his from the ground up and took pride in it. While he had a dangerous job and couldn't predict what tomorrow would look like, he could offer safety, loyalty, and trust for his partner. Was that enough by today's standards?
Focus.
Smoke filled the air above a small apartment building as they rounded the corner. There weren't any connecting buildings, but people already gathered on the street to see what was going on as they parked. They had to get anyone inside out safely and contain the fire.
We may not salvage the building since it's a small and older structure, but we can save the tenants.
"I'm guessing at least two apartments on the lowest level, Everett," he heard through his mic as he got out of the truck. "You check the first door. Jensen, you take the second door. Wilson and Torres, you check the second level."
As Curtis and the others made their way toward the main entrance, you stumbled out of the building with a slight cough. You had what looked like an animal in your arms as you tried to move out of their way. Before you could, you stumbled off the step, his arms shooting out to catch you before you hit the pavement.
"Easy. I've got you," he said through his helmet, steadying you as you blinked. Looking into your eyes was like a punch in the gut, but he didn't have time to stare and exchange pleasantries. "Was there anyone else in there with you?"
"Not in my apartment," you answered with a headshake.
One of the EMTs that arrived on the scene rushed over to get you. As reluctant as Curtis was to hand you over, and he wasn't sure why, he had a job to do and had no choice but to move forward. The smoke hit him hard as he made his way to the first door on the lower level, testing it before he busted it in and followed the room's edges to search the place. By the time Jensen searched the second apartment, the fire had torn through most of the first floor and it wouldn't take long for it to consume the rest of the structure.
You're lucky you got out when you did.
"First floor clear," he yelled into his headset.
Sam and Joaquin found a couple of teenagers who hadn't paid attention to the building fire alarm. "Second floor clear."
Once they searched the third floor and everyone was out safely, the crew worked to extinguish the flames. People of varying ages stared at the structure in a mixture of shock and sadness. Everyone was safe. But where were you?
Why am I concerned?
"Hey!" He called out as he went to the ambulance, taking his helmet and mask off. He didn't recognize the medic. Maybe he was new. "Where's the young woman who ran out when we arrived? She had a bright colored shirt on? Is she okay?"
"Over there," the EMT replied, nodding to where you sat alone on a small patch of grass. "Listen to this. She said she got out before the fire began to spread, but she ran back in before we arrived."
Hearing that set something off inside of Curtis. Maybe the adrenaline was still there and fueled his own inner fire. "She did what?!"
"She ran back into the building, but she's okay. Pupils reactive. No obvious indication of smoke inhalation. No burns. It's a miracle she doesn't have a single one on her. Must have some sort of luck on her side," the EMT said, carefully fitting an older gentleman with a mask. "Wouldn't let me put a mask on her though, even when I insisted. Kept pushing it away and told me to take care of everyone else. I'd like to check her out again, just to be on the safe side."
Yeah. Check her out.
Curtis wasn't sure where the small surge of jealousy came from. "I'll go talk to her," he offered, stripping off part of his gear and coat before he approached you.
You had a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, a surprisingly calm expression on your face as you lifted your head. There was a chance you were in shock. Or maybe you were contemplating your life choices for going back into a place that was on fire.
"Miss, can you hear me?" he asked, crouching down to meet your gaze. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," you said with a long, hard blink. You looked a little lost, but okay. "Did he send you over? You don't need to make a fuss over me. Really."
"I'm glad you're okay," he sighed in relief when your voice came through crystal clear, no obvious signs of smoke in your lungs like the medic said. "Now can you tell me what the hell you were thinking running back into a burning building?!"
You sat up a little straighter with wide eyes. "I had to go back in. You donât understand!"
"Understand what?!" He asked, doing his best not to get agitated. "What is so important that you ran back into fire?"
"My neighbor ran out without grabbing her cat, Mr. Whiskers, and I couldn't leave him there. She loves him. He's all she has."
This beautiful woman did not just say "cat". And I did not just think she's beautiful.
"You risked your life for a cat?!" He asked louder than he intended. "What the hell were you thinking?! You're lucky you weren't killed."
You tilted your head, not at all phased by him raising his voice. "Don't you risk your life every time you go into a fire?"
"Yeah. Because I'm a FIREMAN. That's what I'm supposed to do," he argued, irritated that you asked such a question.
"Well, Iâm a cat lover!" You huffed, holding your chin higher like you dared him to argue.
Oh, I have so many things I want to say.
Curtis was tempted to grab you by the shoulders and shake you hard enough to knock some sense into you. Didn't you know how quickly a fire could spread? The heat alone could've killed you. That was without you inhaling any of the thick, toxic smoke that filled the area as the flames raged out of control.
"Miss, I'm asking as nicely as possible: Are you insane?"
Your eyes crinkled before you giggled, the happy sound foreign in such a terrible situation. Then again, people responded to traumatizing events in different ways. "I might be a little. Have you ever done male modeling?" You questioned.
Heat rose to Curtis's cheeks that had nothing to do with the fire aftermath. Something was wrong with you. There had to be. People he saved didn't hit on him. Some of the other guys were on the receiving end of that, but not him. Apparently, he was too gruff and grumpy.
"You're really pretty," you mused when he didn't answer you.
Pretty. You called me pretty.
"âŚI think you should go to the hospital."
"Why? I feel fine."
"Smoke inhalation. A hit to the head. I really don't know how else to explain your behavior."
Besides the fact that you clearly have no sense of self preservation and need someone to look out for you.
"I feel fine. You're just really pretty," you smiled, reaching out toward his cheek. "Even with ash on your face, you're gorgeous. And you're huge."
He grabbed your wrist before you touched him, careful not to harm you. "No one calls me pretty," he said, thankful none of the others were close enough to hear you. That was the last thing he needed to deal with. Though he was a little flattered.
Just a little.
"What do people call you, Sir?" You asked, innocently batting your eyelashes.
Your neighbor, complete with the large, fluffy cat you rescued in her arms interrupted before Curtis could give you an answer or dwell on your doe eyed expression. "Thank you for saving Mr. Whiskers," she said, sniffling as she held the ball of fur closer. "I don't know what I would do without him."
You shrugged with a smile, like a blazing inferno hadn't destroyed part of, if not all of, your building. "It was nothing. I just did what anyone else would do."
No. Most people wouldn't risk their lives for a cat who doesn't belong to them.
He fixed you with the sternest gaze he could muster when the older lady walked away. "You put yourself in unnecessary danger, Miss. You're not trained for that and it isn't your job to be the hero," he said, hoping you'd never encounter a situation like this in the future.
Your lower lip wobbled and he worried you'd burst into tears. Maybe his demeanor wasn't the kindest in the moment, but he didn't want to make you cry. "I know it isn't my job, but I wanted to help."
Curtis deflated a little, but was still fired up. "Your job is to take care of yourself," he said, jabbing a finger in the direction of your neighbor. "How do you think she would've felt if you didn't make it out? Or your loved ones?"
"But I did make it out," you said in a small voice.
He almost ran a hand over his face. You made it out unscathed, but how much of that was luck? He wouldn't admit it, but it was impressive what you did. But what about your safety?
Who takes care of you?
"Miss, is there anyone I can call for you? Family? A partner?" He asked, done with lecturing you. "You won't be able to stay here."
"My family doesn't live close by and I don't have a partner," you answered, pulling the blanket tighter around you. He wasn't sure why he was relieved that you didn't have a partner and he didn't want to examine that further tonight. "I'll figure something out."
"I'd feel better knowing you have a place to stay," he said, his tone gentler than before.
Grief filled your eyes when you looked past him. "Is everything gone?" You asked.
Curtis was never one for getting attached to possessions as he never had a lot growing up. But the weight of losing cherished memories and homes was heavy for many. By helping your neighbor, you most likely didn't grab anything for yourself.
"Chances are everything in your apartment is probably gone," he answered, not wanting to lie to you. He placed a gloved hand on your arm, knowing it wouldn't do much to comfort you when a tear fell. Still, he had to try. "But like you said, you made it out. That's the most important thing."
"Yeah," you smiled sadly, shocking him by pushing yourself up off the ground and wiping your eyes. "Well, thank you for getting everyone out. You're a hero."
"Just doing my job," Curtis said, your gentle praise meaningful. Though he had a feeling you were deflecting and his instincts weren't usually wrong. "Do you have a place to stay?" He pressed as he stood to his full height.
You looked at the ground as you shook your head. "Not really. I moved here recently for work and don't really know anyone, besides my neighbor. It's okay though. I'll stay in a hotel until I figure something out."
His heart sank. He couldn't imagine moving to a new place just to lose it in a flash. "But relief service can help-"
"I'll have the EMT give me the all clear again, if it makes you feel better," you said, stunning him by throwing your arms around him. Even through the smoke, he caught the scent of your sweet perfume. "I appreciate you checking on me personally, Sir."
"Curtis," he said, your brows furrowed as you stepped back. "My name is Curtis."
You smiled and gave him your name before you headed to the ambulance, leaving him to stare after you.
"Jensen!" He yelled, his teammate still in full gear as he trotted over. "Punch me in the face."
"âŚIs this a test?" He asked, slowly removing his helmet. "I mean. I can punch you. That's not the problem. But why would I punch you? Did you do something wrong?"
"Because I'm worried about her. She ran back inside to save her neighbor's cat."
Jake looked in your direction before he smiled at Curtis, who glared in return. "Really? Why would I punch you for worrying about her?"
"Because it's stupid."
Curtis didn't understand. You were a stranger. He knew nothing about you. So why did he feel the need to look out for you?
Maybe I should have my own head examined.
"I think it's kind of sweet. Romantic. You must think she's cute at least if you're telling me to hit you."
That's why it's stupid.
"She said she's staying in a hotel," Curtis said. How long would you do that? When would you find a place to live?
"She should contact relief service," Jake said, bumping his shoulder. "Hey! Didn't you just fix up your guest room? Offer it to her."
Curtis looked at Jake like he had grown a second head. "Why would I do that?" he asked.
"Isn't that what heroes do? They meet the heroine and sweep her off her feet during her time of need?" Jake asked, rolling his eyes when Curtis grunted. "Maybe just give her your number. Let her know she has a friend if she needs one? You know grief may hit later and who better than to help?"
"Maybe I'll give her my number. Maybe."
"And offer her your room," Jake added, stepping back just in time to avoid Curtis shoving him away.
One step at a time.
Sneaking a look at you in the back of the ambulance, Curtis couldn't believe he was contemplating what Jake suggested. It was crazy. But seeing your tiny smile, something about it pushed at his inner wall. You intrigued him. And his last failed connection was wrong. He didn't have a cold heart.
He'd prove it.
This was actually going to be Ari when the idea first formed, but Curtis seemed like a better fit. Oh, these two. Love and thanks for reading! â¤ď¸
Masterlist â Ko-Fi
604 notes
¡
View notes
Note
Any chance we'll see tattoo artist Steve soon? đĽş
Here's a bit of Steve's birthday, nonnie.
By Any Other Name
Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Steve Rogers x Teacher!Female Reader Summary: You're the only thing Steve wants for his birthday. Word Count: Over 900 Warnings: Implied sex, implied oral sex (f. receiving), future couple, Steve Rogers (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Meet Thorn and Rose, set in the same AU as Hottie and Sugar. â¤ď¸ Thank you to @jobean12-blog for chatting with me about this! Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics and Steve edit by the wonderful Nix. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
The first thing you thought when you woke up was that you couldn't believe how well rested you were. The sun was already up, shining bright through the window and curtain. You didn't normally sleep in and had no idea what time it was, but you didn't care as you nestled back into the pillow. It was going to be a good day.
If indicated by the wonderful ache between your thighs.
Your eyes widened when the figure beside you wrapped an arm tight around your waist. For a second, you almost forgot that you weren't alone and weren't in your bed. The large body was so warm and solid, practically a furnace. The beard that tickled your neck made the ache in your core throb with need.
So, I did actually sleep with my tattoo artist. It wasnât a dream.
"Morning," Steve rasped, his lips lightly brushing against your skin as you held back a whimper.
âMorning,â you whispered back.
Your heart fluttered when he raised his head, his deep blue eyes focusing more as he smiled. His blonde hair was slightly dishevled, but he managed to still look perfect. You probably looked like a monster. It didnât stop him from pressing a kiss between the center of your eyes.
âHow are you feeling?â he asked, his muscular arm pulling you a bit closer.
"I'm okay," you replied after a moment, lightly tracing one of the tattoos on his forearm.
"Just okay?" he asked, concern in his eyes.
You weren't sure how to respond. The gorgeous man who talked you through getting your tattoo was practically a stranger. And you slept with him. To say he rocked your world was an understatement. The man shattered you and you couldnât believe how he was able to put every piece of you back into place.
âSteve, Steve, Steve!â
âThatâs it, sweetheart. Scream my name when I make you come for me. Iâve got you.â
The mere memory, along with his chest against yours, made your nipples hard and made you damp between your legs. You didnât draw any attention to it though. While he didnât seem like the type to kick you out of his bed, you had no idea where he wanted to go from here.
âMore than okay. I slept really well,â you admitted, backing up just a little. He didnât need your morning breath in his face.
Steve only pulled you closer. âSo did I,â he smiled, cracking his neck a little. âAnd howâs your wrist feeling?â
âJust fine. Thank you,â you said as he gently took it to check. You still couldnât believe you ran from the chair when he turned the tattoo gun on. Needles werenât your thing. He managed to get you through it and you were glad for it.
The rose and single thorn tattoo was beautiful and worth conquering that fear.
âIâm glad you went through with it. And Iâm not afraid to tie you down if you try to run from me again,â he winked, making your cheeks hot. âI have to say, this is the best way to wake up on my birthday.â
âWait, itâs your birthday?â you smiled when he gave you a sheepish look. âHappy birthday, Steve. Iâm sorry I didnât get you anything.â
To be fair, you didnât know and you hadnât expected to go home with him last night.
âYou have nothing to be sorry for,â he said, slowly tugging the sheet away. âBut do you want to give me something?â
Instead of trying to cover yourself up, you let him fully see you in the sunlight. The way his eyes darkened, he liked what he saw. âWhat did you have in mind?â you asked, your voice huskier than before.
âWell, Bucky and the guys are having a small thing for me tonight,â he said, lightly running his fingers along your torso. âWould you, maybe, want to go?â
Not what I thought heâd have in mind, but that kind of sounds like a date.
âSure,â you smiled, happy that he wanted to see you again. âIâd love to go.â
Watching his face light up was almost like you gave him a real gift. âIs it selfish to ask for one more thing?â he asked, bracing himself over you before he leaned down to capture your mouth.
Any self-conciousness about your breath and anything else disappeared as desire took over. His cock was hard, trapped between your bodies as he lightly grinded against you. âThat all depends on what you ask for,â you teased as he moved his kisses down your neck.
âScream my name again. Do it while my tongueâs deep inside you,â he said as you bit your lip. It sounded more like a command and one you knew you wouldnât be able to resist. âAnd do it again when I give you my cock.â
âSteve,â you whimpered, slipping your fingers into his hair.
âLouder than that, Rose,â he said, nipping your collarbone and making you giggle at the reference of your tattoo. âAnd since itâs my birthday, I get to eat as much as I want.â
âYou really are going to be a thorn in my side, arenât you?â you asked affectionately.
âI prefer to be the ache between your gorgeous thighs,â he smirked. âSo open up and let me eat.â
Your legs spread without another word. Youâd let him have his fill. It was his birthday, after all. And it wouldâve been wrong to deny him.
Steve deserves it, right? Love and thanks! â¤ď¸
Masterlist â Steve Rogers Masterlist â Ko-Fi
618 notes
¡
View notes
Text
His Inheritance ~ Chapter 31
Part 31: Girl on Fire
Series Masterlist
Words:Â 6.7k
Pairing:Â Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader
Warnings: References to mafia, reference to violence and violent acts, references to sexual violence. Strong language, dismemberment, and physical violence. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.
Disclaimer:Â The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.
Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but heâs protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, youâve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When Buckyâs phone rang, it didnât surprise him. When he saw Katâs number⌠They didnât have plans tonight. Why the hell was she calling?
âHello,â Bucky said, pausing the cage match heâd been watching.
âBucky?â Kat sniffled, tears in her voice.
âYes?â
âIâm at the hospital,â she said, clearing trying not to sob.
âHave you been hurt?â he asked, pulling the lever to sit up in his recliner. âWhat happened?â
âIâm fine,â she said. âItâs my sister, Paulina.â
Ah. âWhat happened?â
âSheâs unconscious,â Kat managed. âI donât know what happened. But neither of us have insuranceâŚâ
Neither of them was legal residents of the US either. Bucky sighed.
âIâll send someone down there,â he told her, ready to get back to his fight. Before his hand reached the lever on his chair, she started sobbing in earnest.
âPlease,â Kat begged him. âWill you come down here?â
Kat wasnât usually so needy. Usually, she stuck to their agreement. Something had her shaken up.
âGive me a few minutes,â he said before hanging up. Shaking his head, he shot a text to his men telling them he needed the car ASAP.
Erik Killmonger was there in less than five minutes. Heâd been a soldier for the Barnes family for the last five years. The entire time, heâd handled the tasks that he was given. He never failed, followed orders to a fault, and was always quiet and respectful, Buckyâs three favorite qualities in a soldier.
Erikâs ambition had been obvious from the beginning. It was in the confident way he walked, the efficient way he took care of business. It was there when he asked Bucky if he could serve him personally. Since then, he had Erik reporting directly to Hansen, and he showed the same respect to him.
The two men were comparable in their abilities, evenly matched when it came to killing a man. But where Hansen liked to put on a show and preen around, psychologically breaking down his prey, Erik was silently lethal. Bucky had to wonder if half of the men heâd sent him to kill even saw him coming.
Now that Hansen was wherever the fuck Hansen was, Bucky didnât believe for a fucking minute the bastard was dead, Erik was his top lieutenant. Maybe he should have been all along.
Heâd put the man in charge of finding Hansen. Erik knew him better than he did. Buckyâs only request was that Hansen be brought in alive. Bucky wanted to kill the fucker himself. The betrayal signed his death warrant. The fact that Hansen thought he was going to just make off with the woman Bucky coveted, the bright jewel in the crown he'd soon wear... Bucky was just sorry he could only kill him once.
âWhere we off to?â Erik asked, ready to go.
âThe hospital,â Bucky said, following him out to the garage. âKatâs sister is there. I donât know what happened yet.â
Erik held the door open for Bucky to climb in the back of the huge SUV. Walking around, Erik took a seat in the front next to the driver.
Bucky caught Zemoâs gaze in the rearview mirror. âWeâre going to the hospital. St. Agnes," he told him.
When they reached the hospital, pulling up to the door at the ER, Zemo again met his gaze in the mirror. âShould you be going in there, boss?â he asked respectfully.
âHe can go wherever he wants,â Erik said, opening his door. âNothingâs going to happen to him.â
Damn right. Very soon, Bucky would be the goddamn king of Boston.
He waited while Erik inquired about Paulina, speaking to the older woman at the emergency room desk. His man led him past the desk, swiftly through a maze of corridors until they found Paulinaâs room. Kat looked grateful when they arrived, her dark eyes still shiny with tears when she opened the door.
Paulina lay in the hospital bed, curled in on her side. Her hair was a wild tangle around her head and her face was streaked with makeup and tears.
âWhat happened?â Bucky asked, moving to stand at the foot of the hospital bed. Erik closed the door, staying close to it.
âWe went shopping,â Kat explained in her tear-filled voice. âOur car dropped her off first at her apartment building. And then⌠I w-went home.â
âSo she was attacked in her apartment?â Bucky asked.
âI didnât see it happen,â Kat went on. âBut she didnât make it into her apartment. Someone found her in the hallway⌠One of her neighbors called an a-ambulance.â
Great. More people in his business.
âMy number was the emergency contact on her phone,â Kat went on. âThey called me.â
âIâm sorry this happened, Kat,â Bucky said, his patience slipping. âBut you didnât need me to come down here to pay the bill.â
âWhat if this wasnât random?â Kat asked.
âWhat else would it be?â he countered.
âSteve,â she said. âI think Steve is behind this.â
Bucky shook his head. âWhy would you think Steve had anything to do with this?ââ
âWhy?â Kat threw her hands up. âIsnât it obvious? With everything youâve done to him? With you taking me away from him? Heâs hitting back.â
That had Bucky chuckling. Yeah, heâd put Rogers through some things. And it wouldnât be long until he finished Rogers, put him and his fucking family down and took the lead that should have been his when the old boss died.
âYeah, heâll try.â Bucky stared her down. âBut what does that have to do with you and your sister? I didnât take you away from him. You were all over me when he threw you off to get married if I remember correctly.â
Kat looked affronted. âYou took me away from him. Paulina? She was seeing his consigliere.â
âStill not seeing a connection,â Bucky told her, ready to end the conversation.
Ready to end things with her period. Pretty soon, he wouldnât need Kat.
âBanner betrayed him,â she said. âMaybe thatâs why they went after Paulina.â
It was plausible. But why hit his family there? As Kat pointed out, Paulina had been Bannerâs side piece. Banner was out of the Rogersâ family and no longer any use to the Barnes family. Honestly, Banner was lucky Rogers let him live. But messing with Bannerâs mistress after the fact? It didnât make sense.
It wasnât Rogersâ style.
That reminded him. Banner had been laying low on Starkâs turf after Rogers ousted him. Then heâd disappeared. Bucky made a mental note to follow up on that.
âDid anyone see who did it?â Erik asked. âDid the neighbor see anything?â
âNo,â Kat told them. âThey just found her. Beaten⌠Donât you understand? She wasnât robbed or violated or anything else. Just beaten. To hurt her was the point. What else could it be? Am I next?â
Bucky moved closer to Kat, taking her chin in his fingers. She trembled in his grasp, and he knew she was scared. He wanted her to be.
âPain and death are always the point,â Bucky whispered, gazing into her eyes. âBut Steveâs not after you, Katerina. Heâs not after you sister.â
Releasing her, he watched indignation and hurt bleed into her expression.
âWhen Rogers strikes at me,â he explained, âheâll make it hurt. Heâll make it personal.â
âThis is personal,â her voice was rising. âThis does hurt.â
âYou and your sister maybe,â Bucky told her. âItâs not personal for me. It doesnât hurt. Iâd have to care about you and your sister for this to hurt me and I donât.â
Tears slid from her eyes now. âYouâre wrong.â
Bucky moved closer to the woman on the bed. Her makeup was a mess but on closer inspection, there were no cuts on her face. There could be bruises under the makeup, he supposed. Pulling back a tangled section of her hair revealed her throat. No bruises there or any injuries at all.
Kat said she was beaten. Were they fucking with him?
Grabbing the edge of the blanket covering the woman, he pulled it back to reveal her unconscious form covered by a thin hospital gown with shorter sleeves. He half-expected her arms and the rest of her to be unmarked as well. He was all ready to flip shit on Kat and her sister for wasting his time.
Paulinaâs arm? That was a different story. The bruises were red and angry, lacing up from her forearm like macabre artwork. The gown opened at the back, and she lay on her side facing him. Throwing the blanket back, he leaned over to look at the womanâs back. A wild patch of pink and red marks covered most of it. The one contusion right where her kidney was? That had him wincing.
Tomorrow, her skin would be purple, black, and blue and sheâd be feeling it. Shaking his head, he pulled the blanket away from the rest of her. More evidence of the beating sheâd taken over thighs and upper shins. Nothing close to the ankleâŚ
Kat, still lost in her indignation, glared at him as she grabbed the blanket to cover her sister up again.
âStill think this is random?â she asked, still swiping away tears.
Bucky shrugged as he headed for the door. âIâll handle the billing,â he said over his shoulder as he walked out.
The entire situation should have left his mind never to return the minute he was back in his car and headed home. Bucky just couldnât get his mind off it. It was just so off. Why was it done? What did it mean?
Was it a message for him?
***
After finishing his run, Bucky headed for his study to check messages before getting a shower.
âBucky?â
He jumped at how off-guard sheâd caught him. There Kat stood in the door of his study, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Her big dark eyes were on him, a shiny red shopping bag dangling from her manicured fingers.
âWhat the fuck are you doing here?â he asked irritably. He didnât like her coming by his house uninvited. She knew that.
âIâm sorry.â She looked it.
As he stood watching her, a sweaty mess behind his desk, she meekly approached him. Stopping on the other side of his desk, she carefully placed the bag on the top of his desk between them.
âItâs for you,â she said forlornly. âThank you for helping Paulina.â
Blowing out an exhale, he looked at the bag. âShe out of the hospital yet?â
Kat nodded. âSheâs home. Resting. Iâm staying with her since we donât know who did this⌠or why.â
Bucky hated wasting the manpower but in the off-chance Kat was right⌠âIâll send someone to keep an eye on her place for the next couple of days, okay?â
âAnd mine?â she asked, flashing him a smile.
âYou said you were staying with her,â he pointed out. âYou stay with her, someoneâs looking after you too.â
The smile faded and he couldnât even feel badly about it. Kat was one of many. Heâd had women who were more beautiful, better in bed. She wasnât unique. She wouldnât even be memorable.
And sheâd served her purpose a long time ago. He took up with her to piss off Steve, to hurt his wife. While Rogers had been pissed and insulted that Bucky brought his former mistress to his wedding, he hadnât succeeded in his second objective. The new Mrs. Rogers hadnât been hurt.
No, the daughter of the old boss and the new bride of his enemy had turned out to be a lioness.
Think of that. The girl had been hidden away like Quasimodo in his bell tower, mutilated and not fit for society. That was what heâd always been told about the old bossâs surviving child. His bitch wife, whoâd ripped Buckyâs family apart by having an affair with his father, died trying to get out and killed the manâs son. The daughter was never supposed to be anything for Bucky Barnes to be concerned with.
Even so, Bucky hated her. Heâd been glad she was disfigured, glad sheâd never be out in the world. Heâd even toyed around with the idea of paying her a visit once her father died. Taking care of the disfigured little lamb once and for all.
Rogers had executed his plan well. That he was kissing ass to claim the crown, Bucky got that. He had no idea, however, that Rogers planned to marry the boss's daughter who was supposed to be horribly disfigured. Within a week of her father dying, Bucky gets word that sheâs engaged to Rogers and the wedding Is being rushed.
When he went to confront Rogers about it, he was surprised to find her alone and barely dressed in the kitchen. She was uncovered enough for him to see there wasnât likely a scar or blemish on her. She was amazingly beautiful wearing her whore motherâs face with innocent eyes. That first impression of her had him both hard as a rock and ready to commit murder, right there in Rogersâ kitchen.
Rogers knew what he was doing. He didnât care who she was, that her mother destroyed the Barnes family. Rogers didnât care about anything but the throne and it was then Bucky decided heâd do whatever it took to take Rogersâ crown, to take him and his bitch wife out.
But he couldn't get her out of his head. Not once he saw her.
Bucky had assumed for most of his life that Mrs. Rogers was his half-sister. The daughter of his father. After meeting her, he looked into it, knowing her father would have had a paternity test done under the circumstances. With a little patience and a lot of money, Bucky had an answer.
Mrs. Rogers was not related to him by blood. The old boss was her father after all.
By the time he figured this out, Bucky had found his attitude toward Mrs. Rogers shifting. Yeah, he could kill her when he destroyed her husband. No one would be surprised or even blame him.
But heâd never met a woman like her. There was a fire, an iron will, buried beneath the persona. Mrs. Rogers was stunning, beautiful. But according to Loguidice, Rogersâ bride wasnât just a pretty face. There was a beast in her heart. The lioness could handle her husband, win his menâs loyalty, and even fucking shoot Lloyd Hansen which had been hilarious when his lieutenant had to explain it to him.
And she would be Buckyâs at the end of this. It was going to happen.
Glancing at his current mistress, he knew it was past time to end things. But heâd wait until Paulina had mended. Make sure nothing else was heard about that little incident. Then heâd drop the hammer.
âDo you really care so little about me?â Kat asked him, pulling him from his thoughts.
It wasnât a bad acting job. Bucky smiled.
âDo we really care about each other?â he wanted to know. âRelationships arenât based solely on love. Thatâs the movies. Relationships are based on mutual need. You need someone to give you money to maintain your lifestyle and I need sex and occasionally some arm candy. Donât make this something more than it really is.â
Hooking a finger in the bag, he peeked into it to see a wad of tissue paper.
Kat watched him expectantly.
Grabbing the bag, he pulled out whatever she had wrapped in that tissue paper. It felt odd in his hand, more than one thing. The first thing he encountered was a small jewel box. Setting the rest down, he opened that to see a set of ruby cufflinks winking up at him from the black velvet.
He had to give her credit. She knew his tastes.
âThese are nice,â he told her with a grin. âThank you⌠What else do we have here?â
Katâs brow creased as she watched him pick up the wad of tissue still in front of him.
âThere was nothing else,â she said, looking confused.
But there was something else. Peeling away the tissue paper, Bucky stared at the fucking fingers â five human fingers â he held in his hands. In disgust, he dropped them onto the desk as Kat covered her mouth with her hand, backing away in horror.
âWhat the fuck?â he demanded, staring at those digits.
She shook her head. âNo,â she said. âI didnât do that. I didnât⌠I feel sick.â
Kat dashed from his study like the devil was chasing her as Bucky muscled his way past the revulsion to study those digits. The fingers of a white man, toughened from work. There was no blood. No rings. No scars or other identifying marks.
Grabbing the bag, Bucky looked to see if there was something else. There was. A business card for a donut shop on Rogersâ turf. He recognized the name of the shop.
Fuck.
Bucky hadnât ordered a hit on that shop or the girl. No, that was all Hansen who took the girl that worked there. Bucky hadnât known a thing about it until after Rogersâ faceoff against Hansen who had since disappeared.
Bucky studied the fingers again. Were they Hansenâs? He didnât think so. Hansen had big hands, he didnât remember the fingers being slender.
Well, theyâd find out.
Fishing his phone out of his pocket, he shot a text to Erik to come right away.
Now he wondered if the attack on Paulina was related. Was it tied to this? Was there more to come?
It would make sense if it was Rogers. But Rogers wasnât usually so theatrical. Heâd hit hard, head on. Anyone who was at odds with him always saw him coming. In his defense, he always hit really fucking hard.
This? It was puzzling. And not Rogersâ style at all.
What game was he unwittingly playing? And with whom?
***
The tap at the door pulled Bucky away from trying to catch up on his investment portfolio, sheets scattered all over his normally immaculate desk. His mind wasnât on it. Heâd been pretending to look at the numbers for damn near an hour.
Erik looked as tired as Bucky felt. He was hoping his lieutenant had some news for him. The episode earlier with Kat and the dead manâs fingers still had him rattled.
âFound out who those fingers belonged to,â Erik got right into it. âBelonged to one of Hansenâs men. One of our guys found the rest of him in a dumpster on your turf. The prints matched.â
Bucky nodded. Hansen likely had the guy pick up the donut shop girl for him. And the ax fell on him because they didnât get Hansen. Bucky nodded. It was something heâd do.
The donut shop girl. What did she know, if anything, about everything going on? Maybe he should chat with her.
âHansenâs still alive,â Buck said flatly.
Erik nodded. âThereâs no proof heâs not.â
âAnything else?â
His manâs dark-eyed gaze met his. âI sent men looking for Banner, but it looks like he skipped town.â
A wise move on the manâs part.
âYou donât think he targeted Paulina, do you?â Erik asked.
Bucky shook his head. âNot with that temper of his. If Banner decided to do that, she would know it was him. Heâd make sure she knew it was him.â
Scrubbing a hand through his hair, Bucky leaned back in his office chair, tried to relax. To think. âAny word on Rogers?â
âYou knew Hansen and Frankenstein grabbed Dyson to draw Rogers out,â Erik said.
âFrankenstein?â Bucky asked.
âNeal Logiudice,â Erik explained. âPop some bolts on his neck and he looks like Frankenstein.â
Bucky snorted. He could see that.
âThen he was supposed to off Dyson and Logiudice,â Erik continued. âGrab Rogers if he could. Hansen changed the plan. He drew Mrs. Rogers out instead of her husband.â
Bucky was still furious about what happened. Dyson would never betray Rogers and Logiudice was collateral damage. The move was meant to break Rogers down. Dysonâs loss on top of Logiudiceâs betrayal would demoralize him. Bucky thought it might just finally finish his rival off.
Instead, Mrs. Rogers showed up, playing right into Hansenâs hand. Then her husband showed up and he brought friends. A shootout ensued. Rogers, his wife, and Dyson made it out. So did Hansen and Logiudice, apparently. And Bucky was out several men. Several good men.
âDoes anyone know?â Bucky pressed. âWas Rogers shot?â
âMost likely,â Erik told him. âThereâs different versions of the story. Some say he got shot. Some say Dyson got shot. Other say Mrs. Rogers was shot to protect Dyson and Rogers got shot trying to shield her.â
Rolling his eyes, Bucky blew out an exhale. Needless to say, whoever did or didnât get shot in Hansenâs grand fuckup was a moot point. Rogers was fine. Heâd apparently had enough of Bucky fucking him and now he was firing back at the Barnesâ family.
There was nothing altruistic about their chosen business. You were either a ruthless bastard or dead. Back when they were both younger and coming up under their fathersâ wings, Steve Rogers had been a cocky, dangerous bastard and Bucky always hated all the attention he got. How Rogers always got away with everything.
Bucky always knew that the minute his father was gone, the minute it was just him calling the shots, that Rogers would fail. Then heâd found another mentor in the former leader of the five families but that didnât last, and he died too. Bucky just knew that without the mentorship of better men, Rogers wouldnât make it on his own. He was one hell of a soldier, terrifying if he came after you. But a leader?
Still, something was different. So far Rogers had pulled himself out of the trap Bucky set for him with Hansen, sent him the fingers of one of Hansenâs men in Katâs little gift bag, and maybe had someone beat the shit out of Paulina, Katâs sister.
While Kat swore to him she had nothing to do with the fingers, Bucky wasnât leaving anything to chance. He had her taken to her sisterâs place and there she would stay under close watch. He didnât think either woman had anything to do with whatever the fuck was going on. But heâd keep them under glass for now to make sure.
Rogers?
There was an underlying menace to sending Bucky the dead manâs fingers. It wasnât just the barbarism of the act. It was multifaceted. It was Rogers letting Bucky know that he knew about the donut shop girl and exactly who abducted her. It was knowledge that sheâd been taken under Buckyâs command even if it wasnât his personal decision. It was accusatory and direct.
It left him feeling unsettled. Bucky had been so close to shutting Rogers down, to finally taking everything he wanted.
And now? Well, he sure as fuck couldnât slow down now. He couldnât let Rogers even the score.
âMy Vinnyâs gotten here yet?â Bucky asked. Heâd sent out for food from his favorite restaurant. Vinnyâs was the best Italian restaurant in all of Boston and the owner's brother was one of Buckyâs best soldiers.
âIâll go check,â Erik said, heading off to do that.
It was only a few minutes later that Bucky had his takeout, enjoying it in his recliner while he took in an action movie heâd been wanting to watch. His meal didnât disappoint. The veal was perfect, just what heâd wanted.
After heâd digested a few minutes, he took his dishes to the kitchen, ready for dessert. The tiramisu was in the fridge and Bucky grinned as he pulled it from its foam box to carefully place it on a plate. With a fresh glass of wine, he returned to his recliner and resumed the movie.
Bucky was two bites in when his fork hit something that felt unexpectedly solid in the layered dessert. Frowning, he worked at using his fork to grab the next bite. But something was wrong. Something was in thereâŚ
Taking a closer look, he found something solid in there. Plucking it at with his fingers, he found⌠meat?
He almost lost his meal to realize that something was the tip of a human ear.
âWhat the fuck?â Bucky said to himself, his heart starting to race in his chest.
Sitting up in the recliner, he kept digging through the dessert to find an earlobe, just as bloodless as the tip.
It was the dark eye staring up at him that from the bottom that had him screaming, fighting nausea as he slung it all away and sent it flying across the room.
âFuck me! Fuck me!â he was shouting as Erik and Zemo both raced into the room to see who was killing their boss.
Covering his mouth with a hand, Bucky fled to the bathroomâŚ
***
âI am so sorry,â Erik said for the hundredth time. âI looked in there, but I should have looked a lot closer.â
Soldiers were crawling his house, crawling the grounds. Zemo was at Vinnyâs, no doubt tearing the restaurant apart. And heâd specifically requested that Zemo take Vinnyâs brother with him. If there was a rat in his ranks or at the restaurant, heads would roll.
Bucky shook his head, sitting in his recliner with his elbows on his knees. He felt like shit. More body parts sent to him set his nerves on edge.
Was it Rogers? If so, he didnât like the fact that his enemy was running up the score. That really pissed him off. His mind was spinning with the theories forming in his head.
âWeâll try to figure out who thoseâŚâ Erik shook his head. âDonât worry about it.â
âDonât worry about it?â Bucky asked, rising from the recliner to glare at Erik. âThatâs all Iâve been fucking doing the last three days. You know?â
Erik didnât drop his gaze, didnât back down. Bucky admired his quiet accountability.
But it wasnât exclusively Erikâs fault. It was on all of them. Even him. No one had ever been able to get him directly. People around him, yes. But never him. Taking another drink of his Scotch, his mind spun webs with his instincts. He was starting to form a few ideas on his current situation.
âBoss,â Zemo called, walking into his living room.
Bucky spotted his man, standing a few feet away with a white takeout carton in his hands. He wasnât going to like whatever was in the box, he knew from the way Zemo shifted his weight from one foot to the other nervously.
âWhat is it?â Bucky asked, trying to be ready for anything.
âWe went through Vinnyâs, and we found this in Vinnyâs office,â Zemo explained carefully. âItâs for you. Vinny swears he didnât see who left it and he doesnât know anything about it.â
âYou believe him?â It was an honest question.
Zemo nodded.
Bucky motioned him forward, not looking forward to his latest surprise with the dark red stains at its bottom corners. He plucked the card off the top. It simply read, âHint: Itâs not Snow Whiteâs.â
Bucky really shouldnât have been surprised to find what appeared to be a human heart in that box. He really shouldnât have. Once he started laughing, it was hard to quit. His laughter was manic, a stress response. Something he hadnât done in years.
Itâs not Snow Whiteâs.
Erik looked concerned. âIâll get on figuring out who that is,â he offered.
Laughing, Bucky sank back onto his recliner, still laughing as he set the carton on his end table like it didnât have a human heart in it.
âI think⌠I might know who this is,â Bucky said when he caught his breath. âItâs not Snow Whiteâs. What did the magic mirror tell the evil queen about the heart the huntsman delivered to her? The mirror said it was the heart of a pig.â Laughter threatened to halt his conversation as pieces of the puzzle started to slide together in his mind. âThis is the heart of a pig.â
His men didnât speak, looked like they had no idea what to say to that.
âThis is making a little sense now,â Bucky told them. âErik, you and Zemo stay. Everyone else, fuck off.â
The soldiers cleaning and checking everything cleared out fast while Erik and Zemo moved closer.
âWho do you think that is?â Erik asked.
âThat?â Bucky pointed to the carton. âThatâs the heart of a pig. Iâll be really fucking surprised if itâs not Bruce Banner.â
Zemoâs brows shot up. Neither man spoke.
âKat was right,â Bucky said. âThis is Rogers hitting back. But⌠it isnât.â
Rising from the chair, Bucky started pacing. Both men watched him in silence.
âThink about each incident,â Bucky told them as he paced. âPaulina was attacked. Then the fingers, eyes and ears, now the heart. All of itâs personal. Itâs very, very personal.â
âPersonal?â Zemo asked.
That stopped Bucky. âDonât you see? Paulina was Bannerâs side piece. Someone did a number on her.â
âIn a way that could be covered up,â Erik muttered.
âYes!â Bucky pointed to him. âExactly. Hold that thought⌠And now, hereâs the cheating, deceitful pigâs heart.â He continued pacing. âThe tiramisu? I think that must be Logiudice. He was my eyes and ears in the Rogers household.â
Understanding lit up Erikâs face. âWhat about the fingers? That guy?â
Bucky shook his head. âThe guy Hansen sent to kidnap the donut shop girl isnât the point.â
âWhat is the point, boss?â Zemo asked.
âEach of these messages were sent on Rogersâ behalf,â Bucky explained. âBut I donât think they are from the man himself. No, this is someone else⌠All three messages have one thing in common⌠A woman scorned.â
Erik nodded, listening. He was always quick on the take. Zemo still looked confused.
âBruce Banner was married to Rogersâ sister, but she didnât love him,â Bucky told them. âShe loved her high school sweetheart, Clint Barton. Banner knew this. That's why heâd beat his wife where it didnât show. It's why he shot Barton.â
âThen,â Bucky stopped in front of Zemo. âHansen got away but I was sent the fingers of the man who took the girl from the donut shop by Hansenâs order. Hansen was my right-hand man. A reminder of the wrong done to that woman.â Â
âExplain Logiudice,â Erik said.
Bucky smirked at him. âOh, I can. He betrayed Mrs. Rogers herself right before we grabbed Dyson. Her husband had restricted her to their bedroom he was so pissed..â An idea with merit.
âYou think a woman gave these orders?â Zemo looked puzzled.
âMaybe,â Bucky muttered, as something occurred to him. âI need to talk to one of these women first.â
âWho?â Erik asked.
âI need you to find the girl from the donut shop,â Bucky told them. âI need to see if she knows anything we donât before I make any decisions.â
***
Bucky was both surprised and pleased to see the girl waiting for him. The park this time of day was quiet with only one man walking his dog, and she was sitting on the bench by the giant sandbox, just as he instructed her.
When he walked around, she didnât look up. Hell, she probably had no idea who he even was. He didnât mind keeping it that way. There was no reason she needed to know anything else about their world. All she had to do was be nice, be cooperative, and heâd help her find her way out of his world.
Carefully, like he was trying not to frighten a doe, he sat a couple of feet away from her on the bench, setting the bookbag he brought with him between his feet.
She didnât look up until he called her name and then, her eyes were wide in alarm. The lower half of her face was covered by a medical mask, maybe because of the flu going around. Sheâd made herself small, slouching on the bench with her hands folded on her knees.
He introduced himself just as Bucky, that was all she needed to know. Her cold hand was trembling when she shook his. He knew she was scared, and he didnât intend to keep her long.
âThank you for coming,â he said. âI wasnât sure you would.â
She nodded, her gaze on the floor in front of her.
âI want to apologize to you for what happened,â he said without preamble. âThe man who⌠While he was a soldier of mine, taking you wasnât an order I gave. I know that doesnât change a lot for you. But you should know that.â
Again, she just nodded.
âAnd I do want to help you,â Bucky said slowly, leaning a little closer to her. âIâve brought you a substantial gift. Enough to help you get back on your feet and back to school somewhere else.â
âWhat do you want?â she asked quietly.
Bucky grinned. It was a smart question.
âYouâre right,â he admitted. âThere is something I want. I want to ask you a few questions about your time with him. Will you answer?â
She squeezed her eyes shut at the mention and guilt pricked at him. Hansen was a fucking weirdo, and he could only imagine what he might have done to her. It had him wishing heâd framed the question in a different way. But it was out now soâŚ
âDo you know his name?â Bucky asked her.
âLloyd,â she said. âSir.â
Oh, he did not want to know about any of Lloydâs kinks or hangups.
âHe didnât give you any other names?â
âNo,â she said.
âAnother man brought you to Lloydâs house,â Bucky said quietly. âDid you see anyone else. Besides him and Lloyd, in your time there?â
The young woman shook her head.
âTell me about the day you got out,â Bucky said.
She shrugged nervously. âA man broke down the door and helped me out,â she said. âThatâs all.â
Bucky frowned. That didnât sound right. âYou didnât hear a fight elsewhere in the house? The sound of bullets?â
After a moment, she nodded, still staring hard at the ground before them on the bench. âIt was the day before. There was shouting and a fight. GunsâŚâ
So no one found her until the next day. Bucky wasnât happy about that. None of his men swept the house?
âWhere did the other man take you once he got you out?â Bucky asked.
The young woman blew out a long sigh. âTo a friendâs,â she said slowly.
He nodded. âI donât need specifics. I just need to know if you ran into anyone else since you were taken. Did you ever leave his house until the guy got you out?â
She shook her head.
He hated to ask. âDid he let anyone elseâŚâ
âNo,â she said quickly.
âAll right,â Bucky said in a kinder tone. âWhat can you tell me about the guy who got you out?â
She was still for a moment, before shrugging. âNot much. I wasnât⌠trying to look at him.â
âDid you see any women?â Bucky asked. âAny other younger women like yourself, about your size?â Did she see Mrs. Rogers there?
âNo,â she said after a moment. âWhy?â
âWhy what?â Bucky asked, giving her one last chance to tell him something useful before he handed her the bag of money and told her to get lost.
âAsk about other women?â she asked.
âI was just wondering if you'd seen someone Iâm interested in,â Bucky said simply.
âWhy are you interested in her?â the young woman asked.
âFor many reasons,â Bucky told her as he rose from the bench. âFor our purposes here, Iâm curious about the part she played in the last few days.â
She sighed again but didnât move as he stood above her.
Hauling the bookbag off the ground, he held it up for her. It was filled with money, a lot of it, hers for the taking.
âTake this and make a fresh start,â he told her. âBut this talk didn't take place. You understand?â
Slowly, she stood, her head ducked making her smaller than him. With a hand, she reached to take the bag from him. She froze. Her hand gripped one of the straps, but sheâd stopped moving.
âOh, God,â she whispered. âI canâtâŚâ
She couldn't take the money?
âIâve got it,â another female voice came from behind him, with a Russian accent. Before he could turn to see who it was, he felt the blade pierce his clothing, pierce his skin before sliding into his flesh at his side. The fuck?
The pain didnât subside when the blade was pulled free as he expected. The pain grew in intensity, spreading out from the wound.
Was the blade coated in poison?
The woman in front of him now held the backpack in one hand, pulling the mask from her face with the other. Bucky's pain was breathtaking and had him gasping as he dropped to his knees, gripping his side with his hand and listening to shouts from his men drawing closer.
Bucky stared up in pain and rage at the woman he now recognized as Mrs. Steve Rogers.
âYou!â he managed. âYou fucking bitch! Youâre⌠You did this?!â
Her eyes were fierce on him. âI did,â she said.
"Evil bitch," he hissed.
"When all of you commit violence, you're protecting your family," she explained angrily. "When I commit violence, I'm an evil bitch."
His gaze darted to the backpack and back.
âAnd youâre taking the fucking money⌠too?â
Yelena Belova was there, trying to pull her away.
âIâm giving it to her,â she said as Belova pulled her away. âJust like you wanted.â
Bucky's mind was a mad whirl of thoughts as pain strengthened its grip on him. It was her. Not her husband. Did that mean...?
"Is Steve even alive?" he managed.
She held his gaze. "He is."
"He's not in good shape," Bucky shot back, hating how the pain rendered him unable to wring her neck. "He wouldn't let you... He's bad off if you..."
"We have to go," Belova urged her, grabbing Mrs. Rogers' arm and pulling her behind her in earnest.
âIâm⌠I'll get you!â Bucky promised, his vision fading to black at the edges. "I'll survive this... and I'll get you!"
"If you survive this," she called back, "Steve will get you."
Then she was gone and his men were there, crowding around him, their shouts fading as he let the darkness claim him.
@valsworldofcreativity @21stcenturywitchcraft @coconutqueen21 @bval-1 @caffiend-queen @sadlittlecountess @candy-and-writing @capsicle-shield @chaoticfiretaconerd @chrisevansgirl @chris-evans-indian-fanfic @coldmuffinbanditshoe @daughterofthenight117 @hv-chw3 @iheartsebstan @imanuglywombat @just-one-ordinary-fangirl @justrae9903 @lokislastlove @mariaenchanted @maxwelllee2020 @nekoannie-chan @nerdwholikesword @notyourtypicalrose @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho @peaceinourtime82 @rainbowkisses31 @rayofdawnworld @richonne4life @rissysthoughts-blog @saiyanprincessswanie @scarletsoldier21-blog @shygirl-00 @supernaturaldean67 @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @team-iron-wannabe-man @titty-teetee @tonib666 @villanellev @vitamingummies @what-is-your-plan-today @what-is-your-wish @xoxabs88xox @rosalynshields @naturalthrone22 @marvelovernfan @gotnofucks @eralen @kawairinrin @bluemusickid @geminievans1 @daughterofthenight117 @sunmoonandbuckyrecs @jesevans @kandis-mom @salvatoreitmeanssaviour @kmc1989
454 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Sundresses and Leather
Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Female Reader Summary: Your first date with Bucky doesn't go as planned, but that makes it all the more special. Word Count: Over 4.7k Warnings: First date, tension, flirting, brief moments of insecurity, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Graphics talent and thanks: Banner by @sgt-seabass. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Bucky edit by Nix. Moodboard by yours truly. Previous Part of AU: Sweet and Strong A/N: More Hottie and Sugar from our Sin on Skin AU. â¤ď¸ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thank you for spitballing), but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Tonight was the night. You were going out with Bucky Barnes. Excited for the date was a bit of an understatement. You may have told a few customers you had a date when they wished you a good day.
Thank God they were mostly regulars and seemed happy on my behalf.
"Maybe a sundress isn't nice enough," you told Tess, regretting the words the moment they left your mouth. She didnât need to deal with you and your overthinking. Again.
"It's plenty nice. Youâre going to look amazing,â she argued, going to check on the next batch of cookies. âAnd he can lift the skirt and bury his-"
"I thought you said I didn't have to get laid on my first date with him," you cut her off.
"You don't have to, but the visual alone will give him something for his spank bank later."
"Thank you for the vote of confidence," you smiled, but it quickly faltered.
You werenât sure why a cloud drifted over your sunny disposition. Bucky was a good guy, a far cry from Richard. Gorgeous, kind, hardworking, the whole package. There was chemistry between the two of you that went beyond mere attraction. Maybe it was the fact that you were falling hard and fast for him that suddenly made you so nervous. You didnât want to scare him away.
But he said he couldnât stop thinking about me and he wouldnât say that if he didnât mean it.
Tess gave you a pointed look. âStop overthinking. Iâm begging you.â
âIâm not trying to,â you sighed, your nerves almost tempting you to grab a treat from the case. âWhat if I fall on my face?â
âLike Bucky would let you hit the ground. Even if you do stumble, thatâs life. It isnât going to change the fact that he likes you,â she said as you helped her with the cookies. You still had work to do. âThe guy said he canât get you off his mind and to text him whenever you want. He does not strike me as the type to just say those things and I know he doesnât strike you as that type either.â
It took a moment, but your smile came back. She was right. Life wasnât perfect and you were far from it, but Bucky liked you just as you are. Tonight would be unforgettable no matter what.
âI appreciate the pep talk,â you said, thankful that she told you what you needed to hear. âIâll even tell you the dirty details if anything happens.â
âHell yeah, you will. Remember, at this point, Iâm living vicariously through you until I find my own hunk,â she winked. âBut I mean it. Have fun tonight and get your man.â
I will.
After your shift, you rushed to change for your date. You somehow managed to arrive a few minutes early outside of Bucky's shop and took a deep breath to get yourself under control. Catching your reflection in the window, you smiled before you turned away. Since Bucky hadnât given you any hint for what you were doing, you chose your nicest sundress and kept your makeup minimal. You looked and felt beautiful, though you wished you wouldâve brought a jacket with you.
Maybe Bucky will let me borrow his if he has one.
âHoly shit.â
You spun around when you heard Buckyâs voice behind you, your heart fluttering as he met you on the sidewalk. Instead of the jeans you usually saw him in, he wore khakis, a button up shirt, and a blue blazer that matched his eyes. He had his hair down, perfectly parted on the right side. You were so busy staring at the broad, handsome man that it took you a moment to realize he was trying to hand you something.
Flowers.
âSorry. You just⌠wow,â he said as you took the small bouquet, sweeping his gaze over you as your cheeks grew warm. âYou look so beautiful.â
You giggled and quickly covered your mouth with your hand, butterflies in your stomach when he gently smiled. âDonât apologize,â you smiled back, taking a moment to smell the flowers. âYou look pretty âholy shitâ yourself.â
His nose scrunched as he laughed and offered you his hand. âSo, youâre telling me I clean up well. Steve insisted on the blazer when I said I wanted to bring my leather jacket.â
âThatâs exactly what Iâm saying. Though I wouldnât have minded the leather jacket,â you said. He wouldâve looked gorgeous, as always. âAnd thank you for suggesting we meet here. We had a last minute order and I was scrambling."
"It's no problem. One of my clients was running a few minutes late and I almost had to take you out in jeans."
"I wouldn't have minded," you said. You both worked hard and understood that things would come up from time to time. "So, where are we headed?"
He cleared his throat as he led you to his car. âWell, do you want the good news or the bad news?â
Your stomach dropped a little. âMmm. Bad news first,â you said after a moment. âAlways better to end on a high note.â
âBad news was I had planned to take you out on my motorcycle so we could have a picnic in the park. There was going to be live music and I wouldâve asked you to dance,â he explained, looking up at the sky. âButâŚâ
âThe weather called for a storm tonight, didnât it?â you mused, a wistful smile on your face when he nodded. The image of being in his arms under the stars as music drifted through the air made your heart skip a beat. It sounded like the perfect evening.
âYeah. The band is rescheduling,â he said, tucking his hair behind his ear as he looked at the ground. âThen I thought I could take you to this art gallery nearby. They normally have these stunning paintings of landscapes and various statues, but the current exhibit is on human sexuality and reproduction. Not that thereâs anything wrong with that, but maybe it was too much for a first date.â
âOh, come on. It couldnât have been that bad,â you argued as he stopped and took out his phone.
âNo?â he asked, tapping his screen before he showed you what you assumed was the page for the gallery.
ââŚThatâs a giant dick,â you said before you could stop yourself, tilting your head as you stared at the phone. âAnd does that say BALLS?â
An older woman crossing in the opposite direction gave you an amused stare before you and Bucky burst into a fit of laughter. You had to hold on his arm to keep from collapsing on the ground. It was the funniest thing you had seen since you could remember and to think you almost saw it in person.
This date is off to a great start.
âMaybe I wanted to see a giant dick and balls,â you said once you caught your breath, pointing at him when he opened his mouth. âAnd donât say âall I have to do is pull down my pantsâ or something like that.â
But I know he has a big dick. I know.
He smirked as he started walking again. âOnly if you ask me nicely, Sugar.â
Heâs going to kill my ovaries.
âIâll ask you very nicely, Hottie,â you teased, wondering exactly where you were going then. âIf that was the bad news, whatâs the good news?â
âI managed to get us a reservation at one of the nicest restaurants in town,â he said, standing a bit taller.
Heâs trying to impress me.
âThat's really nice. And Iâm sure dinner will be amazing,â you assured him, hoping he didnât beat himself up over having to change his plans. It wasnât his fault it was going to rain. He couldâve taken you to a fast food place and it wouldâve been fine because you were with him.
âSpeaking of, I better get us there so we arenât late,â he said, opening the door for you to get in. âMaybe if you agree to a second date, I can take you out on my bike and have that picnic.â
âIâd love that,â you smiled, carefully putting the flowers in your lap and trying not to appear too eager that he was already thinking of a second date. You glanced around the car when he got in and drove off, noticing it was cleaner than when he took you home days prior.
Did he clean it for me?
You grinned as he hummed along to the radio, watching as he drummed his fingers along the steering wheel. âYou couldâve made it as a musician if you werenât a tattoo artist.â
âNow youâre just flattering me, Sugar,â he said. âBelieve it or not, if I wasnât a tattoo artist, I wouldâve liked to be a science teacher. I loved science and everything space related growing up.â
âReally?â you asked. He wouldâve been a wonderful teacher, no matter what age group he taught. âOkay. Thatâs another date night.â
âWhat? Playing teacher?â he joked, taking his eyes off the road for a second to wink at you.
âNo,â you giggled, carefully shoving his arm since he was driving. âWeâre going to a science museum. That's our third date. Iâm going to watch you happily geek out over everything.â
âYeah?â he asked, glancing at you after he parked the car. âYouâd do that?â
âYeah, I would. I think it would be a blast.â
I just want to spend time with you.
A soft expression took over his features when he took your hand and brought it to his mouth. His lips lightly brushed your skin, heat pooling in your gut as he made eye contact with you. The look alone made you want to skip dinner and go right to dessert. Why not throw caution to the wind?
âIâll make it worth your while,â he promised before he got out.
You exhaled slowly and mentally told your libido to calm down. At the very least, you had to get through dinner. He went through the trouble of getting a reservation at a nice place and you werenât about to take that away from him.
âOh, wow. I havenât been here before,â you said once you got a look at the name. Richard used to brag about the place, but never actually took you. From what you remember, he said the food was supposed to be expensive. You didnât want Bucky to splurge on you.
âI havenât either,â Bucky admitted. A fancy place didnât seem like his style. âBut it looked romantic.â
You bit your lip as he opened the door, the flickering candlelight in the entryway alone providing an intimate ambience. The date may not have been what he planned, but he clearly did his research and put thought into doing something nice for you. When was the last time someone tried to do something nice for you? When did anyone go out of their way to make you feel special?
âHello,â Bucky said as the hostess greeted you. âReservation for two under James.â
James?
The hostess scanned her screen before she looked up. âIâm sorry. That name isnât coming up.â
Buckyâs cheeks turned pink when you glanced at him. âIt should be under James, miss. James Barnes. Reservation for two for 7pm. I spoke with Charles. He confirmed it.â
You moved closer to Bucky when the hostess searched through her screen again. As calm as he sounded, you sensed he was anything but inside. You hoped he wasnât embarrassed. Maybe she skipped over his name. A simple mistake.
âCharles did make a reservation for you, but he entered it for 7pm next Friday,â she said as she looked between the two of you. âWeâre fully booked tonight. I'm sorry, James.â
Oh, no.
There was a tick in Buckyâs jaw before he shook his head and you wanted nothing more than to hug him. âNo, thatâs⌠Itâs for tonight.â
âIâm so sorry. I can see if we can squeeze a table in for you, but itâll be at least an hour,â she said, shifting uncomfortably on her feet. She probably expected one or both of you to make a scene. "I can get my manager?"
Bucky swallowed when he looked at you, his cheeks still pink. The candlelight danced in his eyes, but all you saw was sadness. No. You wouldn't allow that. This was your first date and it was going to be amazing.
You put a hand on his arm, his muscles relaxing under your touch. "It's okay. I know this amazing place thatâs right around the corner."
"Are you sure?" he asked, the hostess visibly relaxing when you nodded.
"You have a good evening," you said to the hostess and tugged Bucky back toward the door. "I'm sure. Trust me. We may even beat the rain if we walk now."
âOkay,â he said, avoiding your gaze as you left. âFuck. This is the worst first date, isnât it?â
Your heart broke for him. All he wanted was to give you a nice evening and everything he tried fell through. âNot even close. And you have nothing to apologize for. Charles messed up the reservation, Hottie, not you.â
âYeah, he did,â he said, his lip tugging like he wanted to smile. âI just really wanted tonight to be special and since I couldnât give you the date I planned, I wanted to at least give you something nice. I couldn't even do that.â
Hearing that made you stop, even when you felt the first raindrop. "Tonight is special because you're spending time with me. That's all I wanted," you promised, squeezing his hand for good measure.
"That's really all?" he asked as he squeezed your hand in return.
"Well, not completely," you teased as another raindrop landed on your shoulder. "Maybe a kiss at the end of our date."
A wide smile formed on his face as he leaned in, not quite kissing you. "Whatever you want, Sugar."
As romantic as it was to stand on the sidewalk with him, the rain began to come down harder and had you rushing with him around the corner. âIf you're still disappointed, youâll feel much better when we eat. Antoniaâs has the best food,â you said, holding out your hand in a grand gesture as you arrived. âTada!â
Antonia's was a bit of a hole-in-the-wall kind of place. Not extraordinary on the outside, but lively and bright on the inside. The food and service were top notch. It was one of your favorite places.
âWait, Antonia's?â he asked, a twinkle in his eyes. âThis is where youâre taking me?â
âYeah,â you replied, suddenly nervous as you faced him. Did he not like it? âIs this okay?â
âThis is one of my new favorite restaurants,â he said.
No way.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. I designed one of Antonia's tattoos. And I decided to check out the place."
He's full of surprises.
"Then you know you're in for a treat," you winked.
The hearty aroma of the restaurant filled the air as you went inside and wiped some of the rain off your dress. Antonia was speaking with the hostess as you went up to the stand. The owner was involved in virtually every part of her restaurant.
"Welcome toâŚ" Antonia began as she looked at you, then at Bucky, then back at you. "Oh! You two⌠it's a date!"
Antonia looks so happy.
"Hi. And yes. We're on a date," you giggled when Bucky sheepishly smiled. It was sweet. "You wouldn't happen to have a table for two available, would you?"
Antonia put her hand over her heart and flagged down a waiter with the other. "Lover's special for these two. Go."
You exchanged a look with Bucky, who appeared just as confused as you were. "Lover's special?"
"Yes, yes. Come with me," she said, patting Bucky's cheek before she took you through the restaurant. You expected her to seat you at one of the few empty tables, but she passed them to take you to a door in the back. "Tonight is special and that means a special dinner."
Your eyes widened at the sight before you once she opened the door. There was a lone table in the middle of the room, flowers similar to the bouquet Bucky gave you sat in the center. Unlike the bright main room, the dimmed lights gave the room a romantic glow.
Perfect.
"Peter will serve you. And if you need anything, just ask, okay?" Antonia asked, putting her hand over her heart again. Were there tears in her eyes? "Two of my favorite customers. Together! Enjoy!"
You had to pause and swallow the lump in your throat once she left you alone. A restaurant owner showed more enthusiasm for your date than your mom did for anything that involved you. She likely never would.
"You okay?" Bucky asked, pulling out your chair.
"I'm fine," you replied, refusing to let the thought of your mom damper the evening. "A little chilly. I should've brought a sweater with me."
Bucky removed his blazer and put it around you, tenderness in his blue eyes as he rubbed your arms. "I can't wait to see you in my leather jacket," he said, helping you take your seat before he took his.
Oh, he's going to give me his jacket? Am I going to only wear his jacket? Fuck.
"Thank you," you said, inhaling as he rolled up one of his sleeves beneath the elbow and then the other. You reached across the table to lightly trace one of the tattoos on his right arm. "It was nice of Antonia to put us back here."
"Then why did you look so sad when she left?"
He caught that?
"She just looked so happy to see us together and I didn't expect that. It's nice that someone is rooting for us," you said, tracing your finger along his wrist before you stopped. "I'm sorry. I should've asked before I started touching."
"Don't apologize. I like your touch," he said in a low voice.
You lifted your gaze, seeing fire in his eyes that had nothing to do with the dim lighting. When he turned his hand over to hold yours, you made no move to pull away. You wished you could put your hands all over him.
"Hi! I'm Peter!" The waiter greeted as he brought water to the table. Bucky didn't let go of your hand. "I'll be taking care of you tonight."
"Only one taking care of my girl tonight is me," Bucky said. As much as you loved hearing that, you were glad he gave poor Peter a tiny smile so he could relax. "I'm kidding. It's good to see you, Peter."
"Y-You, too, Mr. Barnes. And you, Miss. You have the best cupcakes in town."
"Thanks," you smiled, quickly putting in your order before you gazed at Bucky. "So, James. Tell me more about you. How long have you been friends with Steve?"
"James is my first name. Everyone calls me Bucky," he chuckled before he shook his head. "And that punk."
You smiled softly as you listened to Bucky, not at all surprised by how easily the conversation went. Steve was his best friend since childhood and they served together before they went into business together. It was evident that he took pride in his shop and respected everyone who worked there. He carried the same affection in his tone when he spoke about his sister, Rebecca. He liked to frequent art galleries with Steve, but also enjoyed riding his bike, reading, and everything science in his spare time.
I could listen to him talk for hours.
"You know, you haven't said much about yourself," he pointed out as he set his napkin on his empty plate.
"I haven't?" You asked.
"No, you haven't and I don't want to monopolize the conversation," he said, leaning forward to give you his full attention. "I want to know more about you."
You tightened the blazer around you, unsure of what to say. "My life isn't exactly exciting," you said, wishing you could think of something clever or fun to discuss.
"Doesn't have to be exciting. I just want to know you," he said before Peter showed back up.
"Would you like to look at the desert menu?" he asked as he took your plates away.
"I think you can bring the check. We're going to skip dessert," you answered, giving Bucky an assuring smile when he frowned. "Let's go to my shop instead."
If Bucky wanted to really know you, you had to tell him more of your story. Your bakery was the only place to do it. And it would be the perfect way to end the evening.
After you left the restaurant, with Antonia asking you to come back again, Bucky drove as safely as he could to the bakery. The rain didn't let up at all. You shrieked as you struggled to get the keys out of your purse, Bucky's blazer now soaked the longer you stood there. "Why didn't I get these out when I was still in your car?!" You shouted over the downpour.
"Why didn't I bring an umbrella?!" He yelled back, putting his hands over your head as if they would protect you.
The two of you practically fell through the door once you unlocked it and shut off the alarm. "We made it," you laughed, careful not to slip on the floor. He had his arm around you just in case. Tess was right, He wouldn't let you fall. "I'll get us some towels and you have your pick of any dessert I have in the fridge."
"You have any cupcakes?" He asked.
Your breath caught in your throat when you stepped back and caught the outline of multiple tattoos through his soaked shirt. "Yeah."
"See something you like?" he smirked, running a hand through his wet hair.
Fuck me.
"I do," you said, glancing down at yourself. "But I'm freezing and I owe you dessert."
Tess might also have words if I let Bucky ravage me by the front door.
You took Bucky to the kitchen and grabbed a few towels. It wouldn't dry you off completely, but it would help. You also put on some soft music. Not to set the mood necessarily, but just in case.
"So, this is where the magic happens," Bucky said, running the towel along his exposed skin.
"It is," you said, placing your hand on the counter. "You said you wanted to know me. It starts here."
"In the kitchen?"
"In the kitchen," you repeated, going to the fridge to take a container of cupcakes out. "I used to visit my grandparents every weekend when I was growing up. My dad wasn't around and my mom said it was for family quality time, but she never stuck around. The reality was that I cramped her style and she passed me off to them because she knew they wouldn't say no."
Bucky's jaw clenched as you let him take a cupcake. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault," you said, gripping the lid tightly before you closed the container. "I remember crying because I wanted to take dance classes and try and make friends. My mom said I would be a terrible dancer and that it would be a waste of time and money. A great thing for a kid to hear, right?"
"Jesus," he whispered.
It wasn't exactly the happiest conversation to have, but you wanted to show Bucky a part of you that you didn't show to most people. "My grandma wiped my tears away and brought me into her kitchen. Said she had the perfect cure for the blues. Baking. And that's what we did every weekend until I got old enough to look after myself."
"Your grandma sounds amazing," he said, carefully examining the cupcake in his hand. "And baking became your passion."
"It did. She taught me to pour love into every creation I make. And that's what Tess and I do for others. If someone is having a bad day, at least they can have a treat and feel a little better," you said, pride in your eyes as you looked around. "My grandma supported my dream, but my mom almost disowned me for wanting to run this place. It isn't good enough in her eyes."
I'm not good enough.
Bucky's nostrils flared as he set the dessert down. "Your business isn't good enough for her? What the hell? It's flourishing. I can barely find a lull to come in to get some undivided attention. And your customers love you. She should be proud of you."
His defense of you was heartwarming. "Doesn't matter how successful my business is. She wanted me to marry rich, probably so she could get money from me, but I didn't. She berated me when I broke up with Richard. No matter what I do, I'm never going to be good enough in her eyes," you told him, patting the counter with your hand. "But this makes me happy and that's enough."
"That's why you were sad that Antonia was so happy about our date, wasn't it? Because your mom either doesn't or wouldn't support it," he guessed, reaching for you and pulling you into his arms. "She'll probably hate me. I'm not rich. Covered in tattoos."
"I don't care what she thinks of you. I don't need a rich guy or fancy dates. I just want someone who can provide companionship and support. Someone who respects and cares for me," you said, wrapping your arms around him. "A good, hard-working guy like you deserves the same."
It was too soon to voice it, but Bucky was the kind of man you needed in your life. Someone you could share parts of yourself with and know he wouldn't judge. A man who made your heart race beyond lust.
A partnership.
He stared deeply into your eyes and you had no idea what was going through his head, but his gaze told you so much. How could a pair of eyes be so expressive? "You're perfect, Sugar, and more than enough. You hear me?"
Tears welled up in your eyes before you blinked them away. He sounded sincere and unashamed at his declaration. You hadn't done anything to deserve such praise. "No, I'm not," you whispered.
"You are to me. You took a chance and asked me out. Soothed me when tonight didn't go the way I thought it would," he said, gripping your chin to recapture your gaze. "And you trusted me enough to share something vulnerable with me when you didn't have to. It means everything."
"I feel like I can open up to you," you said as the two of you slowly swayed to the beat. You couldn't remember why you were nervous about your date to begin with.
"And I'll take care of you. I mean it."
I hope he knows I'll take care of him, too.
"You know," you began with a soft smile. "Our first kiss was in your shop."
"It was," he smiled.
"So I think it's only fair that we have our second kiss in my shop," you said.
"You did say you wanted a kiss to end our date," he said, bringing a hand to the back of your neck, but giving you a chance to stop him.
You didn't.
Even though you expected it, you still gasped when he molded his mouth against yours. Your heart pounded furiously in your chest, making you both eager and pliant as he licked his way across your lips. When he brushed his tongue against yours and took possession of your mouth, you mewled. Desire nearly blinded you from the taste of him.
I want more.
"I don't want our date to end," you breathed, clutching his arms to steady yourself.
"It doesn't have to," he said, resting a hand on your hip. His eyes were dark and full of want. To have him look at you that way, how could you possibly end the evening with one kiss? Why deny yourself what you both wanted?
"No, it doesn't," you agreed with a coy smile. "So. My place or yours?"
So. How do we think the evening will go? Love and thanks for reading! đ
Masterlist â Bucky Barnes Masterlist â Ko-Fi
2K notes
¡
View notes
Text
Live Now
Pairing: Camboy!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI (Male masturbation)
Authors Note: I am so sorry for the delay on this one, but this past week was my return to work with inservices, meetings, and a staff workday Friday. I hope this chapter is up to everyone expectations, as always happy readings Buns.
âSiren, sweetheart when I imagined you making things hard for me I was imagining something different.â
You bite down on the grin that threatens to kiss your lips, schooling your features as you take in the man on the screen. Thereâs almost too much of him for that all to tiny screen of yours, you canât place where your eyes want to land next. What part of him you want to drink in next.
âFully clothed and I already have you looking dazed, can you imagine the day I have you under me?â your eyes snap to his grainy ones, narrowing as you give him an unamused look. âSomeoneâs cocky, I could just boot you, you know.â
The low chuckle that resonates from your laptopâs speaker has you clenching your thighs together. Youâd never been more glad that they werenât visible to the brunette. âYou could, but would you want to?â
You raise a brow, âyou think I wonât?â
You suck down a breath watching as he takes purchase on his thighs, biceps flexing as he leans in, âI know for a fact you wonât, now you under me what do you say?â
You mirror his posture, âI say, next time ask me nicer B.â He doesnât have time to question your words before your booting him from the chat, his image leaving with a soft whoosh. Your phone goes off next to you, a notification from your website.
You unlock your phone your laughter bubbling up into the air of your room.
Youâre being bratty tonight siren.
đ¤ˇââď¸
You could have just been a good girl and used your words. Do you not want to be under me?
Heâs right, you are feeling bratty, have been bratty since the night he confronted you about your set with Pietro. That night had also been the beginning of a back and forth friendship of sorts, you loved and hated it all the same.
As much as I would LOVE to run my mouth all over that body of yours I fear Iâm not going to be able to handle you đĽ˛
Laugh it up sweetheart Iâll have tears running down your face in due time.
You bite your lip, thumbs running over your words.
You promise?
You leave him with that jumping over to the notifications that sit in your inbox from your sets. Many of the comments were wondering the same as the man in your messages. When were you going to collaborate with buckmeup.
You knew the questions would be flooding your notifications the night you had released the set with Pietro, many of buckmeups fanâs in your live that evening to see what type of thank you, you had for them. They didnât sign off that night disappointed, if anything you had fueled their desire to see you with the male cammer further.Your live and sets that evening had reached buckmeup as well, his name popping up in your inbox an hour after your live had ended. He had been sincere with you from the first message that night, immediately apologizing for his previous comment making you feel some type of way.
Iâve gotta apologize sweetheart, for my comment, thought I was being playful but I can see where it might have been misconstrued, just didnât want to get tangled with you when I already had previous commitment with someone else. I wanted to be entirely free to you when the time came, you deserve that.
You remember the sheer panic that encompassed you when he liked your photoset, but it didnât compare to when his message came in. You had tried to play it off, even going as far as to throw in a teasing line about him not sending his fans to you.
Maybe you should have left the comment about his live out.
You watched my live?
You had laughed the comment off sayin;
And what if I did? You telling me you never watched another cammer before?
His answer was an obvious yes, itâs how he chose the female cammers to collaborate with. Itâs how he found you.
His comment that followed after surprised you,
Awe shit sweetheart that must have stung, me making my comment then you seeing that.
You had been taken back to say the least, you werenât expecting anything from him, much less this, an apology. You didnât know what to say. So he spoke for you.
Let me make it up to you.
Please.
Since that night you had come to learn that B as you had taken to calling him these past weeks could beg you real nice when he wanted, it was a surprise you had lasted this long. He was making it very hard recently inviting you to private chat rooms to speak with you and you alone. No wandering eyes hiding behind the screen of a laptop, no comments popping up wanting more.
You had never met a man more resilient and charming like B, then again how many men had you come across that did sex work as their job?
The answer?
None.
A chime from your laptop is bringing you too, your eyes flicking over to message notification. You canât help but laugh, âspeak of the devil,â you murmur clicking on your direct messages with buckmeup. It opens, a link to a private chat waiting for you, your brows furrow but you donât hesitate to press the link.
A black screen takes over, a baited breath passes and heâs filling up your screen. An amused smile pulls at your lips, âyou didnât invite me just to boot me did you?â
âNow why would I do that?â he grins.
You raise a brow, âwhat do you want?â He laughs huskily, âwhy do you assume I want anything?â
You examine him for a moment, a chime goes off realization hitting, âare you?â the rest of your question freezes along your tongue. This is the first time you think you see guilt flash across his features.
He rubs at the stubble along his chin, âwas gonna ask for help this evening but you booted me before I could ask, thought we could start slow, give you just enough to have you wanting more, what do you say?â It falls silent between the two of you, but neither looks away, the soft chime ringing in the background the only noise coming from your speakers.
Maybe your time had finally run out. You couldnât avoid it forever, and this was your chance to build your following.
You bite.
You catch the wolfish grin that pulls at his lips when you get yourself comfortable. âYou going to make my time worth my while? You know what Iâm capable of.â
He chuckles leaning back onto his pillows, the hand youâve imagined many nights wrapped around your throat coming into view. He trails it down to the lining of your favorite grey joggers on him, âsomething tells me youâve seen just how good I can be sweetheart, not even going to think twice of clicking out." His gaze flickers off to the side, "Donât worry guys, sheâs not going anywhere.â
You laugh, âfor now," you lean back agains the wooden frame of your bed, "you going to show me a good time B?"
You shouldnât have been surprised, true to his word you hadnât thought of exiting once since he began. You were in trance, and you were wet, thighs clenched aching for some kind of friction, anything to aide with the heat coursing through you due to the sight before you.
You had never wanted your lips wrapped around a cock more than you did now.
âWhats wrong siren?â he coos breathlessly, âthat pretty pussy of yours aching for a touch?â You want to smack the grin off his plush lips, âtouch yourself baby, fuck yourself on your fingers for me.â
Your hand comes into his view fingers swaying, âwouldn't feel as good as yours,â you pout, âI wanna feel full.â
He throws his head back in a low groan, fist going over his cock a little quicker now, âlet me in siren,â he grunts fucking up into his fist, âIâll fill you up just like you need, all youâve got to do is let me in.â
You find the thought laughable because he was already in, you agreeing to this was that wall finally crumbling down.
He watches your hand fall onto your clothed chest, fingers dancing down your torso, "that's it baby, keep going," he breathes. Your teeth catch on your lower lip, fingers drawing closer to the tops of your silk bottoms. "Touch your pussy for me."
The walls crumbles to ash your teeth sink lower into your lip, your fingers dipping beneath the waistband till they're going over the curls covering your mound parting your slick folds. The hold your teeth have loosens, your lip dropping on a silent gasp, âthat's my girl,â he husks, eyes locked on you.
Your touch is feather light, a low whine bubbling in your chest as you test the waters. "Don't be shy, touch yourself, make yourself feel good." Listening to his words your eyes leave his darkened ones trailing down his exposed stomach to where his hand is wrapped around his hardened length low grunts spilling from his lips as he works himself over.Â
You dip your fingers a little further collecting slick as you drag back up to circle your clit, finding the spot that makes jolts of pleasure course through you. Pressing a little harder, working your finger a little quicker, your breath catches in your throat.
A breathy moan is sounding from your laptops speakers, in the form of your screen name, the sinful things you would do to hear that again.
"Feels so good B," you breathe, your body trembling as you work your fingers faster trying to match his pace.
âFuck siren, being so good for me, a good girl aren't you?â he groans as he watches you pleasure yourself, his hands gripping himself a little tighter, pumping a little harder to what he imagines is the swivel of your finger beneath your silky night shorts. Your eyes slip shut, head thunking against your wooden headboard as you let the sound of him consume you. Youâre close to the edge, the broken moans, and low grunts of your screen name have your head reeling, fingers circling faster. Itâs not enough, the need to feel him growing strong, your hand itching to wrap around his hardened length.Â
âTalk to me Siren, tell me what you need?" he grunts.Â
âI need youâ you moan, âwant you here with me, want you to fill me up, want to be so full of you.â you whine.Â
His mouth is dipped open in a low moan, eyes hooded over in lust, and you canât bring yourself to look away. âI know sweetheart, I know, but you're being so good for me Siren, you're such a good girl.â he murmurs.
Your fingers match the rhythm in which he pumps at his cock, "I'd be so good, such a good girl for you," you moan, biting back the 'only girl'.
"I know baby I know, now why don't you let me see just how good it can be, let go for me."
Youâre right on the edge, toes over the cliff and the thing to send you over is the growl of your name falling from his lips, his warmth coating his abdomen, spilling over his fist. Â The first wave hits, your orgasm washing over you as your toes curl, finger stilling over your clit, a low moan spills from your lips, âThat's it sweet girl, ride it out for me.â
You groan as you come down from the pleasure, a giggle slipping past your lips as you pull your fingers from your shorts. You slip lower into your sheets watching as Bucky shifts around on the screen cleaning himself up. He slips up his jogger composing himself before he begins his signoff. It goes like it does every night, with a promise to see them tomorrow. He signs off with a final wave, a swish sounding before his attention is focused solely on you, and you alone.
He gets comfortable against his headboard, "you feeling alright there Siren?"
You chuckle, "a little dissatisfied, but nothing my little vibe can't fix later tonight."
"A free show for a free show." he teases.
He's drawing another laugh from you, "I'll make sure to invite you to a private chat tomorrow, give you a free show and get my coin."
He chuckles the sound going throw you, "thank you for tonight by the way, I'm sure it wasn't ideal me throwing it on you like this - but I was running out of choices."
"Told you, you just needed to ask me nicely, I would have eventually said yes."
Your eyes track the way he runs his tongue over his lower lip, teeth catching, "thank you for giving me a chance."
"You keep it up and you'll be making due on your promises in no time B."
He grins, "I look forward to is Siren." The two of you bid one another a farewell, a promise on your lips to see him tomorrow before he's signing off, your screen going back to your website.
You go through some of the new notifications that popped in, setting up your new sets to upload before you're signing off for the night, laptop snapping shut as you push it off to the side. Slipping from your bed you grab your phone, night robe, and night ware intent on a warm shower before you call it a night. Making your way into you bathroom you set your things down on the counter picking up your phone to set some music.
Your search for music comes to a pause, a notification from cashapp vibrating across your screen. Brows furrowed you click the notification.
'Bucky Barnes' has sent you $500.
For a second you worry that someone has mistakenly sent you a large amount of money but as your gaze drifts further down the message that follows has your heart swooping in your chest.
"Thank you again for tonight Siren, hope you didn't think I was the only one making coin tonight, this is for you - buckmeup"
336 notes
¡
View notes