#40s bucky moodboard

[ghostlyfleur]

♡ life with sargent james barnes

[jamjjamm]

Steve & Bucky

[haravath0t]

⸝⸝ ʚ ⛸ ! ⌗ °• ⎯ೃ༄

𝟺𝟶𝚜!𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜

𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓 - 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟺

"𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚠𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚠,

𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍

𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝."

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : ̗̀➛ the most handsome man in brooklyn is here to take you to the rink.

☕🤍🌿 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 ! 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 ! ☕🤍🌿

Neither of you could stop laughing, just like how no one could stop looking at you both in disbelief or in awe. The famously handsome Brooklyn man, James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, was holding someone. Not someone who everyone considered the “prettiest dame in town”, but you instead. Bucky didn’t give a damn about what they thought, frankly, for despite all the falls you’ve taken at his expense at the rink, all the desperate hand holding as you two glide on slippery ice, he was still very much seeing you as an angel that was sent from God himself.

He didn’t care whether your coat was slightly wet from falling on ice too much, or that your stockings were on the brink of being torn from hitting your knees, or that your once neatly styled hair began to become at its usual unkempt state. He just wished this moment was locked in his memory forever: having you in his arms, the two of you laying on the ice in the middle of the public skate rink after taking yet another fall for the umpteenth time.

“Oh my goodness!” You laugh. “I’m so sorry! I really thought I had it!”

How could he not smile from that genuine expression of glee? To him, your smile shines better than any damn tree topper on a christmas tree. Hell, it may light up all of Brooklyn if it were up to him.

“Oh don’t you worry now, doll. You know I’m going to catch ya every time.”

[pinkiebieberpie]

YESSS THE PEOPLE WANT FARMER BUCKY !!!!

OH MY MY MY ઇઉ

(singledad!farmer!bucky x f!reader)

i'm happy to give the people what they want <33 i'm not much of a writer and it's more of a longer blurb/a few scenerios put in one longer post, but if you want to you can check my fic masterlist // inspired by this moodboard, enjoy!! reblogs and feedback is appreciated <33 (and yes the title is taylor swift coded, if you know you know.) ++ @bstorn wanted to be tagged.

words: 1.5k

warnings: death (mentioned), age gap (reader is in her mid 20s, bucky is in his early 40s), mention of drinking, mention of hair pulling, smut, kissing, oral (f receiving), fingering, outside sex (fuck being quiet, they are sleeping), unprotected sex, cockwarming and creampie (but also not really??? but it is here???)

life is messy. y/n's was actually very messy that's why she decided to move, leave her old life behind and change everything. how did she end up in a small town in the middle of texas? nobody knows, but she was there alone.

the first month was the hardest, she found a new job in a bakery, made a friend - her coworker, jessie but there was not really much to do, calm town, everyone knew each other, basically no privacy. after that first month y/n met bucky, a single father of two, a farmer and big enthusiast of chocolate cookies they were selling at the bakery. was he flirty? maybe. was he friendly? 100%.

it all started innocent.

"hi, i'm bucky, you new in town?"

"how do you like it here?"

"if you need any help feel free to reach out."

and y/n in fact did reach out, cause she needed help when her apartmet flooded. it was out of the blue the next day when bucky came to the bakery, but he was more than happy to help. that day y/n and bucky get to know each other a little bit more. she found out he has two daughters, annie (4 years old) and bea (6 years old), he owns one of the biggest farms in town and it's in his family since... forever, really. she was sure he is married, he was wearing a wedding ring, but that was just a habit - his wife died two years ago in an accident. the conversation was smooth, it was clear that the chemistry was there, but nobody made a move.

"all should be fine now." was what bucky said when he finished fixing y/n's plumbing problem. was she starring at him a bit when he was fixing her sink? yes.

"thank you, really, i had no idea what to do and i don't know that many people here... so i kind of had to ask my friendly neighbourhood customer for help." she chuckled and licked her lip a little bit.

"oh, it's nothing, actually i have a favor to ask, myself... it's okay if you feel like this is too much, but i have to help my friend out of town on the weekend, he has some problems with his animals and i can't leave girls alone, could you babysit? i can pay!"

"what? babysit? i- i never did that, but if your daughters are even half as kind as you, i bet they are angels, so yeah, i can do that, i'm not working over the weekend, you don't have to worry. and you don't have to pay me, it's favor for a favor."

was it a bit weird and a bit fast? for some people maybe, but both of them really felt like they could've trust each other. and that's how y/n became a babysitter for annie and bea. the girls were little angels, that was true. it became a thing that y/n was coming over to play with them and watch them, when bucky was working or when he was busy with whatever he needed to do. girls adored her. she baked cookies with them, they played outside together, she loved reading books with annie and bea and they loved to listen to them.

one night bucky came home really late, the girls were sleeping and y/n fell asleep on the couch too. closing the door woke her up and looked at bucky all sleepy.

"huh? you are home? i better pack my thin-"

"are you crazy? it's 3am, you are staying here, i will drive you home in the morning." he said it with a tone that left no place for arguing. she was a bit turned on by his voice, but no way she would ever tell bucky that. they were friends. only friends, with a weird chemistry, but still friends... but are you really friends when it's 3am and you are sitting on a couch with a man so much older, talking about life, drinking and being really and i mean really comfortable with each other?

that night went peaceful and quietly, in the morning bucky made breakfast for all three of the girls and when his kids were ready all four of them left his farm. first bucky and y/n dropped annie and bea at their preschool and then they made their way to y/n's house.

"you know, they adore you." bucky said while he way driving. y/n felt her cheeks getting a bit more pinkish. and she had no idea why, it was a compliment from his daughters, kind of, not from him. but at this point she knew she was falling for this man and there was nothing she could do about it.

✧✧✧

a few months passed and everything was going great for both bucky and y/n. they were meeting almost every weekend and more than one time during the work week. one day bucky invided her to a picnic at his farm, but... it was only two of them. the girls visited their grandma, and the truth was bucky wanted to spend some time alone with his... friend? his who? that was maybe a little bit more complicated than he wanted it to be. farmer was thinking about her all the time and he was ready to make things official. he wasn't in a relationship since his wife passed and that was over two years ago! he deserved to be happy.

when bucky asked y/n to be his girlfriend she was speachless, cause of course she wanted it, she wanted it bad. she wanted him bad, to be honest. soon she found out bucky wasn't always that sweet and caring man everyone thought he was. he was a very typical girl dad, he was making breakfast for his kids every morning, doing their hair, but he was also that type of man to pull your hair very hard when you were alone. and y/n loved it. every second of it.

their relationship was perfect, y/n loved waking up next to him almost every morning, she moved in really quickly. it wasn't even strange for the girl, they accepted it, after all annie and bea loved having y/n around.

one night y/n and bucky put the girls to bed earlier, because they planned a dinner. bucky cooked and prepared everything and all y/n had to do was to just look pretty when everything was ready.

"god, angel, you look stunning." was what bucky said when he saw y/n in her short, black dress. they ate their dinner, had some red wine and since it was warm summer they left home to sit outside. the moon looked marvelous and y/n looked even more beautiful in it's light.

it didn't took much for bucky to start kissing her. first her lips, then her neck, her exposed cleavage. y/n started breathing faster and then he dropped on his knees and rolled her dress up. first he was kissing y/n's thighs, then his lips were on her already wet panties. her noises were getting louder, then bucky took off her underwear. his lips were soft at first, teasing her, but when she buckled up her hips to him that was a sign he had no idea he was waiting for. bucky's tounge was making her more and more wet and she was only getting louder. her hands ended up in his long hair, pulling them hard when he added fingers to his ministrations.

"c'mon sweetie, you are making really cute noises, but you can be louder than that... girls are sleeping inside you can be as loud as you can." he hummed, his lips still so close to your aching pussy. it was hard being quiet with this man, he was making y/n feel like she was floating with his fingers and tounge alone. after her first orgasm they moved to their bedroom. they ended up naked a second after the door closed behind them. lips and hands were everywhere. their bodies so close, lots of moans and gasps. it was a perfect mix between soft love making and rough fucking and it made y/n lost her mind. at some point bucky covered her mouth.

"shh... we are not outside anymore, girls are sleeping next door, you have to be quiet now, doll." he whispered into her ear as he bit it. he was moving inside her with a steady rythm. her hands were on his back, nails in his skin leaving marks, it wasn't long before y/n finished again. when bucky wanted to move she wrapped her legs around him.

"no, please, i want to feel you..." she purred in the croock of his neck. he hapilly obliged. and that's how they both fell asleep. bodies tangled together, their breaths steady and calm and the whole life ahead of them. maybe with more than just two kids in the future...

[saiyanprincessswanie]

The Ultimate Risk - Part 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 4500

Series Summary: Reader is a full-time college student at 30 years old who is starting over in life. When she loses her full-time job as a waitress, CEO James “Bucky” Barnes steps in with a proposition. Can he sell you on a way to help you by offering a Sugar Daddy relationship? In time who will get feelings first?

Series Warnings: Sugar Daddy au, Reader is 30 & Bucky is in his 40s, trust issues, angst, eventually falling in love, smut, oral (m & f).

A/N: @avengers-assemble-bingo for James Buchanan Barnes - 108th Birthday Bingo

Square: Sugar Daddy (card #4B 024)

A/N 2: Thanks to my beta readers @gremlin-girly & @lfnr-blog-blog-blog Thank you to @nekoannie-chan for reading this. Thank you to @late-to-the-party-81 for my amazing moodboard.

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The alarm went off way too early for your liking and you instantly hit the snooze button on your phone. You roll over with a grumble and fall back asleep instantly. Ten minutes later your alarm goes off again and you curse at the loud alarm. You grabbed your phone, turned off the alarm, and placed your phone on the bed. Your eyes finally open and you’re hissing at the sunlight that is streaming through the curtains.

You let out a groan knowing your long day has just begun. You stay in bed for another ten minutes before you climb out and shuffle to the bathroom to get ready for your day. 

After showering and getting changed into comfy clothes you grab your laptop. Logging onto the college’s website you start working on your homework for the classes you have today. You would have done it sooner but you worked a late shift again last night. 

You wish you could complain but you really needed the money to keep a roof over your head.The apartment was quaint; one bedroom and one bathroom. It had a small kitchen that was open to the living room. It may not be much but it was yours to rent.

A part of you wished you could win the lottery to help get you caught up on bills. That way your money wasn’t going mostly towards rent. You sigh, thinking how long it’s been since you had a vacation. What you needed was a miracle but those don’t happen for you.

An hour passed and you had completed your school work. The next two hours pass and you get two online classes done. By the time you knew it it was noon and you had two hours to get to work. 

You changed from your comfy clothes to work ones. You grabbed something to eat for lunch so you had food in your stomach. Placing the plate in the sink you go put your shoes on. Grabbing your purse, phone, and keys you head out the door, locking it behind you, and head to work.

At the sidewalk sits your 2010 Toyota Corolla. It’s not much to look at but it gets you from point a to b. Unfortunately, the check engine light is on and you have no idea how much longer your car will last. Maybe one day you will get a better car. 

It’s a fifteen-minute drive to work and you huff getting out of the car. Your boss likes you at work an hour before your shift so he can go over the special guests who will be attending tonight. It’s an upscale restaurant that you work for but one you would never visit due to funds.

The group of staff members stand in the back as your manager speaks.

“Tonight is Friday night and we have a list of “A” list customers coming in. I need you all on your “A” game tonight. Remember our goal is to keep the customers happy.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes with his last sentence. Your boss believed the customer came first and foremost. Which you believed in, because, depending on who they are some of these customers tip well.

He spoke a little more about business and an hour later he ended the meeting. You thank the heavens above that he was finished. Taking a breath you get ready for your shift. 

At first, it was the usual slow afternoon crowd. You enjoyed the slow time but were anxious for the real crowd to roll in. The crowd filters in around five in the afternoon and you were busy working tables. Taking orders and bringing food out was stressful at times but you smiled through it all. Thankfully nothing was dropped.

At seven in the evening, you were informed that James “Bucky” Barnes had requested to sit in your section with his friends. You couldn’t help the smile that graced your face. The man was the CEO of a company in the heart of New York. He was well-mannered, benevolent, charming, and easy on the eyes. To say he was your favorite was an understatement. 

Taking a deep breath in and out you head to a table in the back of the restaurant. Bucky likes his privacy, so this is where he would sit when he came here every week. 

Approaching the table you see Bucky and two other men. When Bucky’s eyes look up from the menu he offers his million-dollar smile. His blue eyes gaze into yours for a minute before he greets you.

Smiling at him first then the other two, you ask for their drinks for the night. They give you their alcoholic drink of choice and you are off to grab their drinks. After a few minutes you return to the table and give each man their drink. 

Bucky introduces you to his friends Steve and Sam. You shake their hands and smile at each one. 

Sam blurts out, “You were right Buck. She is beautiful.”

You look from Sam to Bucky and see Bucky blush. Was he talking about you to his friends? Why would he, you’re just a waitress. You were nothing special.

Bucky looks at Sam with a dirty look. “Shut up.”

Bucky glances back at you and apologizes for his friend's behavior. Changing the subject, he quickly orders his food followed by the two men. You smile at Bucky before you head to the back to put their order in. As you leave you hear the men mumbling to one another. Hopefully, whatever’s going on doesn’t involve you. The last thing you want to be is a butt of a joke to the one customer you enjoy. 

You continued to serve other customers in between grabbing Bucky’s table more drinks and eventually their food. The night seemed to be going well until your ex-fiance showed up with a couple of his friends. The greeter was leading them into your section as you cussed under your breath. The night just took a step in the wrong direction. You huffed a little before plastering a smile on your face and heading to your ex’s table.

“Good Evening gentleman my name is…”

John Walker interrupts you before you can say another word. “Yeah, darling, we know who you are. Why don’t you grab us some beers and be quick about it.”

“Sure thing,” you bite out.

You headed to the bar and grabbed the beer they liked. Taking your time you bring the beer to the table and place them on the table.

“Oh darling, why do you look so glum? Wait, don't answer that 'cause I don’t care.” John sneers. Making his friends laugh before you take his order.

As you turn to leave John grabs your arm. “Oh, don’t forget to keep the beers coming. Gotta work for that tip.”

At that moment Bucky turned his head to the right and saw John’s hand around your arm. Before he could get up to say anything, the man let you go and you quickly headed to the back/kitchen. You put in his order and then stepped into the hallway that led to the bathrooms to take a few breaths. You knew John was going to make your life hell and there was no doubt he would tip garbage. While you were trying to calm down Bucky stepped into the hallway with a sad smile.

“Hey, sweetheart, are you okay? It’s just I saw that man put his hand on you before you walked out of the dining area.”

Embarrassed, you covered your face briefly with your hands. “I can’t believe you saw that.”

Bucky gave you a small smile. “Hey, it’s okay. Do you know him or is he just a handsy customer that needs to be spoken to?”

You looked at Bucky and gave him an awkward smile. “He’s my ex-fiance, John Walker. He left me 6 months ago and ghosted me. He didn’t even give me a reason why he left. Gosh, I shouldn’t be sharing this with you, you're a regular customer here James.”

“Please call me Bucky. No need to be formal, sweetheart.”

“Bucky. Well, I should get back in there to do my job. Don’t need the manager mad at me for being back here.” You start to walk away and you look over your shoulder to see Bucky staring at you while smiling. 

You get back in the dining room area and see John flag you down. Again, you huff but head over to the table.

“Where the hell were you? I told you to keep the beer flowing. Now be an obedient waitress and go get us more!”

Everyone in the restaurant turned around to look at you and John. People were whispering amongst themselves as you headed to the bar to grab more drinks for the table. Tears started to form in your eyes at the embarrassment that John was causing. He was trying to cause a scene and so far he’s been successful at it. You took a deep breath and headed back to the table where you switched the empty cups for the new ones. Walking away before he could say a word you turned your attention to Bucky’s table. You see they are almost done eating and ask, “Do you gentlemen need any boxes to go?”

Bucky puts his fork down. “I’m good. Steve and Sam, do you need one?” Both men shake their heads saying ‘no thanks.’ Bucky flashes his smile at you. “How about another round for us when you get the chance? No rush, sweetheart.”

You smile back at Bucky and head to the bar area.

After you leave the dining area Bucky hears who he now knows is John talking about you. He doesn’t like the sound of the conversation or how vulgar it’s about you. His hand is making a fist on the table and both his friends can see the vein in his neck twitch from the anger that is building. Bucky doesn’t want to cause a scene but this man and his friends are being obnoxious at this point. The other diners listen in as John talks loudly about you. Bucky looks Steve and Sam in the eyes before he stands up to go to John’s table.

Bucky walks over to the men at the table and smirks. “Good evening, gentlemen. I just wanted to come over here and say the whole restaurant can hear your disgusting conversation about the nice waitress who is serving you. How about you drink your beer in peace and leave her alone.”

John stands up and is nose-to-nose with Bucky. “How about you mind your fucking business and go back to your table?”

“Or what…?” Bucky cocks his head to the side and stares him down.

John turns a shade of red and starts to poke Bucky in the chest. “Or else I take your sorry ass outside and shut you up.”

Bucky laughs out loud. “I honestly would love to see that.” 

You come back from the bar with drinks in hand and see the men causing a scene. You spot Bucky and the other men, who are now all standing, and place their drinks on an empty table. You walk quickly over to the men and try to separate them.

“John, Bucky, this is a restaurant. Whatever has been said just let it go or I’m going to ask that you leave.” Bucky takes a few steps back and keeps staring the man down. 

John’s blue eyes are cold as he looks at you. “Why don’t you shut up and leave the men to the conversation?”

“John, I'm asking nicely for you to stop or else I will have you removed from this establishment. No excuses, sit down or leave.”

John swiftly grabbed his beer and started to chuckle. “Women. They just don’t know how to listen.” Walker turns to you and spills his glass of beer over your head causing you to shriek.

That was all Bucky needed to see before he punched John in the face, causing him to fall backward. The two other men jumped out of their seats and before they could swing at Bucky, Steve and Sam punched each man. Patrons were screaming over the fight and other waiters and waitresses were trying to calm them down. Within seconds the manager rushed into the room and started shouting at all six men who were going at it. The manager made his way into the middle of the pack and he was yelling he was going to call the cops. That made the men separate real quick. 

“Pay your bills and leave this establishment!” The manager yelled at them. Your manager looked at you covered in beer and made a disgusted face. “And you are fired. I want you out of here now.”

“Wait, please I didn’t do anything.” You started to panic but your boss pointed toward the exit. 

“They were your customers and clearly you know them. Guilty by association in my book.” 

Your tears finally fell down your face as you were screwed with no job and the rent was due next week. “Please, sir, I’m begging you…”

John starts to mimic you as he tosses down bills on the table. “Please, sir, what? He doesn’t want you around anymore like I don’t. You’re a pathetic piece of trash who whines too much.”

Bucky was about to punch John again when Steve and Sam started to walk him back to their table to pay. As each table was paying their tabs you walked into the back to get your purse and leave. You walked through the hallway and glanced over to the men who were now leaving. 

Great.

You hurried along and headed to your car. John left with his friends and they laughed about what happened.

“Hey, sweetheart, wait up!” Bucky called after you. 

There would be no seeing him ever again after what just happened. You wiped at your tears as Bucky reached you. You looked up at him with teary eyes. “Sorry Bucky I really should be going.”

“I know but first I wanted to give you your tip in person.” He hands you two hundred dollars. “I know it’s not much but I want you to take my business card with you. I have a possible opening if you’re interested in it. We can talk tomorrow over lunch if you want. See if it’s right for you or not.”

You held his money and business card in your hand. With bills due in a week what would the harm be? You knew he was a kind-hearted and generous man. “Yeah, that sounds fine. Which number do I call on here?”

“Oh right.” Bucky chuckles. He takes the card from you and writes his cell number on the back of the card. “Here, now you can text me when you are ready tomorrow.” He hands you back the card.

“Thank you, Bucky for the money and card. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You turn back around and walk to your car. Getting in you turn it on and slowly drive away. In your rearview mirror, Bucky is standing there watching you drive out of sight.

He is hopeful that you will be interested in taking the job. He’s watched you for months and knows the kind, caring woman you are. Bucky walks to his expensive car, gets in, and drives home.

Fifteen minutes later when you arrive at your apartment you strip out of your clothes so you can shower. Under the warm water, you think back to how John was acting. This was his normal behavior so you were glad he left you when he did. The guy was a total jerk. As you continue to wash your mind shifts to Bucky. The man was charming and the best part was he stood up for you. No one has ever done that before. You wonder what kind of job offer he has for you as you step out of the shower and wrap yourself in a towel.

You dry yourself off and hang your towels up. You change into a pair of sleep shorts and a T-shirt before you collapse on your back on the bed. What kind of job would a CEO have open for you? You were now unemployed and a full-time college student. Would the job be able to be flexible so you could continue your studies? First things first, you need to talk with him about it before worrying.

The next morning after your shower and morning routine you texted Bucky.

You: Hey Bucky, I was wondering when was a good time to meet with you today?

Bucky: Hi sweetheart I’m so happy you texted me. My noon is wide open so let's meet for lunch. I’ll have a driver come by your place and pick you up. Just text me your address and everything will be covered. 

Thinking about being picked up made you a little nervous. What if the job interview didn’t go well? He would then know where you lived. On the other hand, you were still tired from not being able to sleep that much last night due to being fired. Of course, this could also be a test to see if you trusted him. You texted him your address and hoped to god he wasn’t some psycho.

Bucky: Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll see you soon.

Well, now that you got that over with, you take your time getting ready. Since this felt like an interview you dressed yourself in a black pencil skirt that was just above the knee with a small slit in the side. Next, you pulled on a cute light blue blouse and you finished off the look with a pair of black heels. It wasn’t an expensive outfit but it will hopefully do for this meet-up. Your hair and makeup were perfect; striking the balance between natural and formal for your interview with CEO Bucky Barnes. You gave yourself a glance in the mirror one more time before you grabbed your purse, phone, and keys and headed for the front door. 

You headed down the stairs and opened the front door. Sure enough, there was a black SUV parked at the curb waiting for you. A man got out of the driver's seat and walked around the vehicle to where you stood. He nodded to you and opened the back door. Taking a breath, you climbed into the back and waited as the driver climbed back inside. He pulled away from the curb and off you went to wherever Bucky had planned your lunch. It was a fifteen-minute drive from your place when the driver pulled in front of a fancy restaurant. There was no way you could afford to eat here but as you were pondering your choices, the man opened the door and helped you out. 

Great, now you had to head inside to this beautiful restaurant in your clothes that would not fit into this type of place. Clutching your purse you walk inside to the restaurant. Light classical music echoed around you as you made your way up to the hostess with a nervous smile on your face. She looked you up and down, sneering at you. 

“Can I help you?” She asked with faux-politeness, staring you down with cold eyes.

Feeling embarrassed to be there you took a step back. “Sorry, I must be at the wrong place.” You turn around to walk away and bump into Bucky.

He looks down at you and smiles. “There you are, sweetheart. I was wondering if you made it. I’m so glad you are here.” Bucky lightly wraps his arm around your back and makes his way to the hostess.

This time she is all smiles when Bucky stands before her. “Mr. Barnes, what an honor to see you today. Would you like your regular booth?” The woman looks at you, seeing his arm around your back and you can tell she is biting her tongue.

“Yes please, a table for two today,” Bucky states as the hostess leads the both of you to a booth in the far back. 

Bucky waits for you to take a seat and he soon follows. You are both handed a menu and you start to glance through it. Seeing the exorbitant prices on the menu made your stomach instantly twist and turn. Biting your bottom lip Bucky can see the wheels turning in your pretty head.

“Don’t worry about the prices. Today is my treat as I asked you to meet me here.” He gives you a warm smile and makes you feel more at ease. 

“Are you sure? I mean I don’t want you to feel like you have to pay or anything.”

“Sweetheart, I promise you have nothing to worry about today. Let’s just eat and talk.”

You nod your head. “Okay.”

Bucky’s blue eyes wander on your outfit for a moment and he smiles. “You look beautiful.”

“I don’t know about that. The hostess didn’t seem to like my outfit.” Your hands fidget as you look down at yourself. 

Bucky reaches across the table and puts his hand on yours. “Well, she’s wrong. I’m telling you that you’re beautiful and as long as you feel it too that should be enough.”

You give him a shy smile. “Thanks, Bucky.”

The waiter comes over to take your order and to pour some wine that Bucky requested. Taking a sip of it made your taste buds explode in your mouth as you have never had wine like that before. The taste had you moan lightly and quickly you realized how silly you were acting. But Bucky was just staring at you with a smirk on his face.

Your lunch arrived a few moments later and you both made small talk as you ate. He talked about his day at work and how he had a few charity events coming up. You talked about schoolwork and working towards your dream career.

After you both were done eating Bucky smiled before he cleared his throat. “You’re probably wondering why I asked you here and not at my place of work to talk about a job I’m offering.”

“Yes, I’m very curious. What is it, a secretary job? I’m not sure how many words I can type per minute but I’m good at typing up reports for college.”

“No, it’s not like that, please let me explain. In my job I don’t have time to go out and meet women. I’m a very busy man with my job. Right now, I’m looking for some companionship to keep me company at work events, charities, and sometimes my travels.” Bucky was the epitome of confidence and giving you a reassuring smile as he spoke. “Someone who will be my shining light during these exhausting times. Someone kind, smart, funny and beautiful. In return, I would take care of that person financially. They would want for nothing.” 

“So why not get an escort? I mean that’s what they’re there for. Why even have this conversation with me? I’m an unemployed college student. Why even come to me with this?” You didn’t know how to feel about this conversation you were having with Bucky. 

Bucky leaned forward and smiled. “First I don’t want an escort. Second, you meet all the qualities I’m looking for in a companionship or, in layman's terms, a sugar daddy relationship.” Bucky paused for any reaction before continuing. “We already know each other, which is a plus. I enjoy being around you. So why not?”

You stared at him, speechless. Not knowing what to make of this sugar-daddy relationship. What the hell is that? Is this the kind of job you want? What would people think?

“When you say you would take care of someone financially what does that mean?” Curiosity was getting the better of you.

“I would take care of your rent and all your monthly bills. That includes your tuition as well. I would give you a monthly allowance so should you need anything you have money to do it. I would also bring you clothes shopping to update your wardrobe. You will need dresses to attend events with me. You will want for nothing and all I’m asking in return is your companionship.”

You pondered what he just said. “All of that just for a sugar daddy relationship? What about sex?”

“Do you want sex to be involved?” Bucky asked, his eyes never strayed from yours.

“No, I mean is it required?” Now you thought you sounded like a fool but you needed to know if you were going to be a whore to him or not.

“I’m not seeking that but if down the road you want to we can talk about it then. I’m just looking for friendship and a companion. Nothing more.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “When do you need to know? Like, can I think about this?” 

Your nerves were getting the better of you. Because of John, your trust issues had blown through the roof. This sounded too good to be true.

Bucky smirks at you. “Take all the time you need. But in the meantime let me help you with your rent and bills that are due next week. No strings attached I promise.”

You were going to be short on money next week so you nodded your head in agreement. “Okay, thank you Bucky. Give me a couple of days and I will reach out to you through text.”

The waiter came over with the bill and sure enough, Bucky paid for the entire meal. You just watched him as he stood and held a hand out for you. After getting out of the booth Bucky once again walked with his hand on your back until you reached outside. The same SUV from earlier pulled into the curb in front of you. Bucky opened the door for you and kissed your cheek gently.

“Whatever you decide I will be fine with. Now, go focus on your school work and I’ll head back to the office.”

“Okay, Bucky. Thank you for lunch. I had a great time.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” 

You climbed back into the SUV and gave Bucky a small wave as it peeled away from the curb, leaving him smiling after you. Again, you drove in silence and after the short drive, you finally reached your apartment. Once inside you changed into leggings and a T-shirt and flopped onto your bed.

You knew for sure you liked Bucky and thought he was handsome. You also knew what kind of man he was; kind, caring, protective, and smart just to name a few. This was going to be a big decision to make and you’re gonna need all the time to make it.

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[intrepidacious]

masterlist – b. barnes

KEY: ♡ personal favourite | ✧ new additions

please note that my blog is rated 18+, minors dni or you will be blocked <3

✩ series

time after time [ongoing] ♡ ✧ ↳ time loops ; post tfatws ; angst with a happy ending | 60k+

After what starts out as a fairly normal mission, you find yourself stuck in a time loop. Which would already be bad enough in itself if it didn’t also mean having to watch Bucky die over and over again.

✩ one shots

insomnia ↳ fluff ; sharing a bed | 1.5k

It’s 5am, and for some reason, you just can’t fall asleep.

first date, last night ♡ ↳ 40s!bucky ; neighbors ; mutual pining | 5.5k

You were supposed to go on a date tonight, but Bucky just had to interfere. It doesn't make any sense, either. It's not like there's anything going on between the two of you.

baby, it's bad out there ↳ set during hawkeye | 9.8k

Your best friend Kate has always been good at attracting trouble and this time, it’s starting to become your problem, too. Then again, what’s Christmas in New York City without meet-cutes and gunfire?

not even a little ↳ modern au ; roommates | 5.7k

The problem of living with Bucky is that he makes it impossible not to fall in love with him. Even though you could list several hundred reasons why it's a bad idea. And you have.

heal me, baby ↳ nurse!reader ; hurt/comfort | 2.6k

Your friendship starts with you cleaning up his wounds and Bucky paying to get the blood stains out of your couch. Something else starts, too.

set me free ♡ ↳ 40s! bucky ; little mermaid retelling | 6.4k

Once upon a time, a soldier fell from a train. Thankfully, this time, he is found by gentle hands, and a beautiful voice keeps him safe from the cold.

↳ sequel headcanon: being understood

blind roads ↳ bonnie and clyde au ; implied smut ; fluff and angst | 4.4k

"I'm James Bucky Barnes. This is my charming fiancée. We rob banks." (or, the Bonnie and Clyde AU literally no one asked for.)

↳ bonus drabble: no plan b

every dream gone ↳ pure unadulterated angst ; canon-compliant | 3.2k

After the events of Winter Soldier, Bucky slowly realizes just how much he lost after his fall.

↳ bonus drabble: homecoming

almost believing ↳ friends to lovers ; fake dating for a mission | 5.4k

You and Bucky aren't exactly on speaking terms at the moment. That doesn't mean you're getting out of having to pretend to be married for a mission.

a million summers ↳ college au ; childhood friends to lovers | 3k

Something shifts between you and Bucky when he comes back home from college.

about that night (the bugs and the dirt) ↳ witch!reader ; gothic vibes | 1.2k

You never talk about that night, and Bucky never asks. Even though he can’t help but suspect something is wrong.

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[late-to-the-party-81]

The best laid plans...

AN: This silly little fic was written for @buckybarnesbingo Square C5: A picture of Bucky waiting against a wall, holding a gun. I hope you enjoy the sass and crack. Thanks to @drabbles-mc for cheerleading and beta-ing

Dividers by @firefly-graphics. Moodboard by me, with robot image by Rafael Amarante 

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Summary: Bucky and Nat had a date night planned, but you know what’s said about best laid plans?

Relationships: Established Bucky x Nat, Established Sam x Steve, Cap Quartet friendship.

Word Count: 2.4k

CW: Crack, Sass, Snark, Flirting, Innuendo, Swearing, Robots being smashed, a bad-guy getting his come-uppance, Sam and Steve are like a pair of horny teenagers, Bucky is done, Nat is always right.

Bucky came to a halt a few feet from the bunker entrance, his back pressed to the smooth, grey concrete with his assault rifle held in his right hand. Snowflakes swirled around him.  

This was not how he’d intended spending his Friday, but here he was. The bad-guys never had any respect for his plans, the bastards. Or rather his and Nat’s plans. Not that they’d had anything major organised, just a quiet night in, the pair of them, the cat’s, a box set, some wine and some blini’s. Maybe a little ‘something-something’ later on, if he played his cards right.

But, here he was, in the freezing cold - and god-knows he hated the cold for many legitimate reasons - waiting for the signal from Nat, before the pair of them stormed in to save Sam and Steve from whatever-the-fuck mess the pair of them had managed to get themselves in to. If Bucky recalled the briefing notes he’d skimmed over on the way here, it was robots of some sort. Which was better than aliens, and a one hundred percent improvement on wizards. That Strange guy gave him the willies, despite Tony’s assurance that his cough friend was on their side. He still wasn’t sold on Howard’s son’s judgement, despite the years that had passed since the ‘Siberia Incident’.

Robots, though - he could handle those. To steal a line from Bruce, with robots he could “smash”, and not feel bad. Not that he felt bad when he punched aliens. Or wizards. But robots were like Nazi’s. Not sentient in Bucky’s humble opinion.

He did briefly wonder how Steve and Sam had managed to get themselves captured, but that knowledge would wait for later. They’d probably got distracted from the mission because they were making out or something equally as stupid. They could at least keep the PDAs to a minimum in the field, like he and Nat did. Although he did get it - Steve could let himself be seen now, in a way he hadn’t been able to back in the day.  And Bucky wasn’t blind, Sam was an attractive man, even if he did act like a cocky dickhead about it ninety nine percent of the time.

“Stupid Steve and stupid Sam.” He hadn’t even realised he’d muttered under his breath until a slightly tinny voice sounded in his ear.

“Be nice, Yasha. They are our friends after all. Even if they did ruin our date night.”

Bucky’s lips twitched upwards at Nat’s admonishment. “Can you blame me, malyshka? I was looking forward to a night-in with my best girls. All cuddled up together, all cosy. Maybe a bit of kissing, a bit of…”

“Okay, cool it lover-boy. I don’t think Al and Liho would be appreciative of your kisses.”

Bucky’s smile broadened and he let a bit of ‘40’s’ into his voice. “Is that your way of saying that you would be?”

“I plead the fifth.” He could hear the smile in Nat’s voice. “Now, get ready. I’ve almost reached the East Entrance. We need to breach together.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, glad that Nat wouldn’t be able to see.

“Not my first time out, Natalia. Just because Steve likes to go in without a plan and Sam seems to have adopted his technique, doesn’t mean I’ve lost my sense of strategy. I’m ready on your mark. As always.”

“The way it should be. But James, don’t roll your eyes at me. You know how it annoys me when you’re passive aggressive. Now…breach!”

Bucky pushed away from the wall and kicked in the door. He rolled through the opening, coming to a halt on his knees, gun raised. 

There wasn’t anyone or anything there.

“No bogies here, Nat. You?”

“Nothing. It’s suspiciously quiet.”

Bucky rose to his feet and slung his rifle over his shoulder.

“I’ll work myself toward the centre and meet you there. First to find our disaster gays buys pizza.”

He heard Nat laugh over the comms, clear and unaffected. “You always make it so easy for me, kotenok.”

“Only because you’re easy for me.” Bucky couldn’t help but tease her. He could imagine the faint pink blush dusting her cheekbones about now. She was probably doing that cute nose wrinkle too.

“Bucky!” Nat hissed, but her tone didn’t hold any real censure.

“Okay, okay. I’m all business now. I promise. See you soon.”

Bucky pulled one of his knives from its sheath, gave it a cursory flip to check the balance, and then made his way toward the next door. If there was anything behind it, it would know Bucky was there - he hadn’t exactly been quiet when he’d come through the first door. He placed himself on the hinge side of the door, noting that this one opened towards him, and with a steadying breath, he pulled it open.

Immediately, laser blasts peppered the space Bucky would have been standing in if he’d opened the door like a normal person. He observed the rhythm of the shots for a few seconds, then rounded the door, his knife flying forward from his hand. There was a satisfying thunk, followed by a crash as the robot landed on the floor. Bucky walked towards the pile of metal, taking in its form as he pulled his knife from its ocular sensor. Why mad scientists had to mimic human biology by putting the CPU in the most obvious place constantly baffled him, but at least it made it easy.

He didn’t have long to ponder though. He heard a whirring noise and looked up to see four more robots bearing down on him. Sheathing his knife, Bucky unslung his rifle, holding it in his right hand. With his left he picked up the late robot to use as a shield. He felt the impact of the laser blasts, and peaked around the metal shell to aim his weapon. He squeezed the trigger, letting off three bullets at a time, and kept moving forward. One of the robots wouldn’t go down, so as Bucky approached it, he decided to use the one he was holding as a bludgeon. There was the screech of metal on metal, and the fizzing of wires as they broke, still sparking, then there was a pile of twisted steel on the floor. He opened his comms.

“Everything okay, sweetheart? I’ve had a few tin cans to deal with over here.”

“Doing fine, baby. Hang on…” Nat went silent for a moment, but Bucky knew it was just because she was concentrating. He heard the high-pitch whine of her Widow’s Bite deploying, followed by a hollow clang sound and then she was back. “How many have you taken out?”

Bucky looked around him.

“Five.”

“Ha! Six. I’m winning.”

“Malyshka, our competition isn’t about numbers, remember?” Bucky drawled, letting a small amount of condescension into his voice.

“Yours might not be, but mine is.” God, he loved this woman. She challenged him everyday and he couldn’t get enough.

“Always gotta be the winner, huh?”

“No ‘gotta’ about it. Just ‘am’, kitten.” He could see her smirk in his head. She was probably coyly twisting a lock of hair around her finger as she spoke as well. “Now, I gotta get into that next room.”

The comm line went quiet again and Bucky smiled to himself as he thought about all the ways he was gonna worship her when they got home. After he’d torn a strip off Steve and Sam for being idiots. However, he had to find them first.

He wasn’t surprised to discover more robots as he entered the next area of the bunker. They weren’t too difficult to deal with, especially considering how frustrated Bucky was feeling. A couple of laser shots grazed his jacket, the burning leather smell filling his nose unpleasantly. A replacement jacket was definitely coming out of Steve’s pocket.

Six more robots lay in a sparking, dented mess on the floor, but he just walked around them, moving forward. It was only a minute until he came upon a bulkhead door, the mechanism for opening it on his side. Bucky could also see that the door was dented, hit from the inside in what he assumed was an attempt to open it from the other side by someone exceedingly strong. It would take a lot to deform it like that.

“If you’re not behind this door, Steve”, Bucky muttered under his breath, “I’m gonna kill you.” He reshouldered his rifle and grabbed hold of the bulkhead wheel. It was tightly closed and the metal groaned under Bucky’s hands as he turned it. “Fuck Sam and fuck Steve, idiotic, stupid idiots.” He didn't know exactly what he was going to find when he got in there, but he wasn’t too worried. They might have some scrapes and bruises, at the worst be unconscious, but they were tough and no two-bit robot maker was going to get the best of them. Not for long anyway. 

The catch on the door fully opened and Bucky pulled it ajar. He slipped through but came to a dead halt at what he saw. This was definitely not what he expected to find. In fact, he was so taken aback that he didn’t notice the door swinging shut behind him, until he heard the clunk.

Sam and Steve leapt apart. Steve’s short blond hair was sticking up all over the place, evidence of Sam’s fingers having been threaded through it. Both their lips were kiss swollen, and their chests were heaving. Steve pulled the shield across his lap. Sam just used his hands to cover his crotch.

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose and screwed his eyes shut. “Really, guys? You get stuck in the lair of a mad robot inventor, so you just end up making out like teenagers?” Steve flushed, his ears going bright pink, but Sam just gave Bucky a grin.

“What can I say, man. Stevie boy can’t keep his hands off me, even when we���re in mortal danger.”

Steve shot Sam a glare. “It wasn’t like that. We tried to get out, but the doors were too thick, and glass didn’t want to break either.” Steve waved over to the far wall, which was half glass, and appeared to have some kind of observation room on the other side. There was a door in that wall too, as equally as dented as the one Bucky had come through, giving credence to Steve’s story that they’d at least attempted to get out before getting bored and starting to get handsy with each other. “We knew you’d come when we didn’t check in, so we were just waiting. But you’re here now.”

“Unfortunately, though,” Sam drawled, “Because you let that door shut behind you, we’re now all stuck.”

“As long as you two don’t start sucking face again.” Bucky made a gagging noise.

“No chance of that, Bucko. Don’t you know that cyborgs kill the mood,” Sam fired back.

Bucky raised an eyebrow and cocked his hip. “Nat doesn’t seem to think so.” He held up his left hand and wiggled his fingers, the vibranium plates clinking and servos whirring. “In fact she…”

“...Would most likely kill you for having this conversation.” Steve cut him off. “And speaking of Nat…”

Steve pointed into the observation room, where the door into it had burst open and a man in a white lab coat and goggles was staggering through it, a very angry Russian redhead sat atop his shoulders. Nat rained blows down onto the man's face before doing her patented twisty thing where she spun herself down and hurled the guy across the room by his neck. He crashed into a table which had various electronics and tools across it, and didn’t get up. Nat, of course, landed on her feet and tossed her hair back. At that moment, Bucky didn’t think he could love her more.

Nat walked over to the control panel, a swagger in her steps. She peered down at it for a few moments and then pressed a button. The door to the side of the glass opened with a creak and Nat sauntered over and pushed it further open.

“I win, kotenok.” 

Bucky reached in a few long strides and, in an uncharacteristic display of public affection, wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her close.

“How do you figure that, sweetheart? I was obviously here first, and we haven’t done the final count of robots dispatched.” He smiled down at her and brushed a stray lock of hair back from her face.

“But I took out him,” she jerked her head in the direction of the felled robot creator, “and you got yourself trapped in with Dumb and Dumber over there. I think that means I can rightly claim the win.”

Somewhere behind them, Sam shouted out “Hey!” but both Bucky and Nat ignored him.

“You think, do you? I’m not sure I agree.” Bucky’s lips twisted up into an amused smile and Nat reached up and bopped her finger against the tip of his nose.

“Of course you don’t agree. You’re always wrong, Yasha. Now, let’s get home and you and I can try and salvage the rest of date night. You owe me a pizza.” She slipped effortlessly from his hold and spun away. Bucky looked over his shoulder at Steve and Sam and shrugged his shoulders, as if to say ‘what are you gonna do?’ and followed in her wake, picking up their unconscious captive and throwing him over his shoulder on the way.

They got outside and as they neared the two jets Bucky looked over at Nat, silent communication passing between them. She jogged towards the jet they’d arrived in for their rescue mission and Bucky peeled off toward the one that Sam and Steve had used. He jogged up the ramp ahead of his friends, and as he reached the top he pressed the ramp close button and dumped the robot maker on the floor.

“Um, Buck… What are you doing?” Steve called out to him through the narrowing gap. Bucky grinned back. “It’s only a two hour flight back to the compound. Surely you can wrap your legs around your boyfriend for that long.” He shot a wink at their outraged faces as the ramp closed and then whistled to himself as he made his way to the cockpit. 

Childish? Yes. Worth it? Absolutely.

Bucky sat down in the pilot’s seat, put the headphones on and switched to his and Nat’s private comms channel as he started the jet up.

“So, malyshka, what do you want on your pizza?”

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[steves-man]

James “Bucky” Barnes here.

I’m a soldier—always on the front lines, always ready to fight for my country without hesitation. It’s not just duty; it’s who I am.

But don’t let the good looks fool you—I’m more than a pretty face. I’ve got grit, loyalty, and the kind of unshakable brotherhood that only war can forge. A golden boy, they say—charming, confident, and damn good in a fight.

Brooklyn born and bred. I grew up tough, quick on my feet, and fiercely protective of the people I love—especially my guy, Steve Rogers.

My friends:

My family:

My Steve(boyfriend): @thelittleguyfrombrooklyn

//moodboard made by @f4d3d-st4rs

//inspired by 40’s Bucky

[book-dragon-13]

Fun Moodboards

Cowboy Hal

Fantasy Nick

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Greek God Nick

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[clawdee]

Hi hi! Remnants?

OH OH OH OH

OK. So when I made my new fanfic blog after getting my account back, it was for the 2 ideas I had, CYFMH - my Din fic, and then Androniki - my Bucky fic. Fucking neither are up yet LMAO (and I haven't even started on Androniki outside of brainstorming)

BC the idea for Remnants took over me.

It is my first Joel fic, and it is written with a Reader coded OC. Meaning, I don't really describe Alexis' looks in any way - besides that she's a little thick (she's in her 40s and had a child - and I wanted her that way), and use various women with different skin tones and hair types in the moodboards. But she has a full name, a family, a history, etc.

But I just had this idea of Joel and Alexis hooking up pre-outbreak, and then finding each other 20 years later post-outbreak. THEN I saw photos of SUPER young Pedro on pinterest, and my mind just 💡💡💡💡💡 'haha what if lexi had a son that looked just like Joel?? Haha wouldn't it be funny if Tommy knew them first? He'd be such a shit about it' uh, and then it snowballed! Remnants was essentially supposed to be 2-3 parts at first, and it grew to 7 (with a fun halloween smut thrown in) and I even thought about what would happen if TLOU2 happened in this universe 🫣🫣

As for the name - my mind was just trying to think of something from the past - something coming back, and the word 'Remnants' jumped out at me. Remnant literally means something left over; a remainder/A surviving trace = Henry.

TY for taking the time to send this in and let me babble 🫶🫶🫶

[buckybarnesandmarvel]

40′s Bucky || Don't do anything stupid until I get back.

[buckysouvenir]

　　　　　　　40s bucky barnes and bookstore owner lover.

[pinkiebieberpie]

Camera roll: Your dating Bucky Barnes during the 40's

I LOVE 40s BUCKY 🥺🥺🥺 i need more 40s!bucky content in my life.

pov: your camera roll if you were dating bucky barnes during the 40s

[saiyanprincessswanie]

The Ultimate Risk - Part 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 5020

Series Summary: Reader is a full-time college student at 30 years old who is starting over in life. When she loses her full-time job as a waitress, CEO James “Bucky” Barnes steps in with a proposition. Can he sell you on a way to help you by offering a Sugar Daddy relationship? In time who will get feelings first?

Series Warnings: Sugar Daddy au, Reader is 30 & Bucky is in his 40s, trust issues, angst, eventually falling in love, smut, oral (m & f).

A/N: @avengers-assemble-bingo for James Buchanan Barnes - 108th Birthday Bingo

Square: Sugar Daddy (card #4B 024)

A/N 2: Thanks to my beta readers @gremlin-girly & @lfnr-blog-blog-blog Thank you to @nekoannie-chan for reading this. Thank you to @late-to-the-party-81 for my amazing moodboard.

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For three days now you have been contemplating Bucky’s offer. You had researched what a sugar daddy relationship was and it explained to you further what you were getting into. You could be a companion to him, attend his work functions and, in return, he would take care of you financially. There were no strings attached, or so he said, to this deal. You looked at your pro vs con list for the millionth time. 

Pro: well-mannered, benevolent, charming, intelligent, protective, caring and handsome. Rent and bills paid. Student loans paid off. Get to work full-time on college classes. Financially stable. Less stress.

Cons: could or should you trust him? What if wants his money back if you break off your sugar daddy relationship? Short-tempered. Can/will resort to violence. Look at what happened with John. What if he wants more than companionship? 

Okay, so your pros were definitely longer than the cons. Plus, you knew Bucky from all the times you waited on him in the restaurant. But was that enough? You were still wary about your decision. He seemed like all the attributes that you listed in the pro section just from your interactions with him over the last 6 months at Cecily’s restaurant, he seemed genuine. However, you'd thought the same about John.  But Bucky seemed entirely different. The things you'd listed in your pros list had been observational and not always directed at you.

UGH

It all came down to trust. John had ruined that for you when he up and left you without a reason. Maybe it was because you were finally putting yourself first and John wanted to be the center of attention. You sigh again.

“Fuck John.” 

This wasn’t about your ex, it was about you getting what you want out of life and starting over. You look at your phone and decide to text Bucky - mind made up.

You: “Hey Bucky I think I made up my mind. When can we talk?”

Bucky: “Hey sweetheart I was planning on leaving soon. We can meet at a coffee shop not far from your place. I heard they’re good.”

You knew the place he was talking about. You liked to go there sometimes in the mornings because the coffee was great but their muffins were even better. It was a five-minute walk and was nice outside.

You: “That sounds great. I will meet you there in a little while.”

Bucky: I can’t wait. See you soon.

You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face. Someone is looking forward to your company and that just made your day better. You got off your bed and headed to your small closet, looking inside for an outfit your eyes fell on a pretty light green sundress with white flowers on it. You pulled it out of the closet and quickly changed into it. Giving yourself a once over in the mirror you notice how nice the dress looked on you. You put on light makeup and styled your hair. You slip on your white sandals to finish the outfit. Then you grab your phone, keys, and purse as you leave your apartment.

The sun was shining brightly as you walked down the sidewalk. Your stomach was in knots as you got closer to the coffee shop. How would he react to your answer and could you handle what came next? You thought you were going to beat Bucky to the shop when you rounded the corner and saw his Cadillac Escalade at the curb. Walking up to the door of the coffee shop you were greeted by Bucky who came outside and held the door open for you. He was still in a suit, but no tie, and the top two buttons on his shirt were undone.

“Hi sweetheart, so glad that you made it. I just got here a couple of minutes ago. I got us a table in the corner so we could have some privacy.”

“Hi, Bucky, nice to see you too.” 

You start to fidget with your hands and look down at your feet for a second. Then, taking a breath you look up into his blue eyes and smile at him. You were trying to ground yourself; anxiety taking hold in your bones. It wasn't working. However, the moment he took your hand and smiled at you there was a sense of relief that washed over you. Like everything was going to be okay. 

Bucky leads the way to the table and releases your hand so he can pull your chair out for you to sit in. Once you sit, Bucky takes a seat across from you and smiles. A waitress comes over to bring two cups of coffee with a side of milk and sugar. As she walks away, you make your coffee as you like it.

“Do you need any sugar or milk? I can share.”

He shakes his head no. “I’m fine sweetheart. I like my coffee black no sugar or milk for me.”

You take a sip of your coffee and hum in appreciation. The coffee was always good here. Putting the cup down you looked at Bucky who was smirking at you. It was like he already knew the answer you were going to give him.

“So, I bet you want to know my answer to your sugar daddy offer.” You give him a shy smile as you fidget with your cup.

“Whatever it is sweetheart, I will respect your decision. I won’t be mad if that’s what you’re worried about.” Bucky eyed your fidgeting hands and, sensing your nervousness, reached across the table to lightly but soothingly rub the back of your hand.

Taking a deep breath you decide to give him your answer. “I’ve decided I would like to try out this arrangement. 

Bucky breaks into an involuntary smile, quickly scuppered when you narrow your eyes slightly and continue.

"But if - and only IF - you agree to put it in writing."

"That's fair." Bucky nods solemnly. "I planned on doing exactly that but if I can ask... why don't you also tell me what you're worried about? Communication is an important aspect to all of my contracts and I expect you to be able to tell me if there's anything you're unhappy with."

“I’m worried about the violent side you had with John. Is that something I have to worry about with you? I wouldn’t be able to stay with you if you could potentially harm me. Plus I have trust issues thanks to John as well so I’m a little anxious about fully trusting you. I’m also worried about being pressured into a sexual relationship. I’m not sure I’m ready for that.” 

His eyebrows rose at your concerns as he tried to take it in. Bucky knew you had anxiety and trust issues so he would have to learn how to show you he wasn’t a bad guy.

“I will do everything in my power to show you that you can trust me. I will earn that from you eventually and hopefully, you will see I’m genuine. As for the money, if for whatever reason we don’t work out I don’t want anything back from you. It will be in the contract stating so.” 

Bucky’s blue eyes maintain eye contact with you the entire time he speaks. Bucky looks at you with reassuring eyes as his hand gives you a comforting squeeze and he offers a genuine smile. 

“As for my behavior with John I promise you that was a rare occasion. I’m not a violent man and my mother raised me to never hurt a woman. I assure you, I have standards. Lastly, we touched base on this before. We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. Right now I’m looking for friendship and companionship only. I hope this sets your mind at ease.”

You grin back at him. This was exactly what you needed to hear. “Thank you, Bucky for going over my concerns. I feel comfortable knowing this will all be highlighted in a contract. Trust for me must be earned and if you ever break it I will not be able to trust you again.”

Bucky grinned at you. “I don’t plan on breaking your trust. I will do whatever I can to build it between us instead. Are there any other concerns or questions you have?”

“No, I think we covered it all. Thank you, Bucky for hearing my concerns and not judging me.” You took another drink of your coffee. 

“Any time sweetheart. So, do you have any plans for tomorrow? ‘Cause I was thinking we could go shopping for some formal dresses and clothes? My treat.” Bucky watches as your face lights up in excitement. He hopes to always bring that response out of you.

“Oh my gosh really? That sounds wonderful. I’m free tomorrow.” 

You couldn’t contain your excitement and Bucky could only smile back at you. He knew he made the right choice in choosing you to be by his side. This was the start of something special, he could feel it.

The two of you continued to talk about the agreement. He went over what was expected at events like being well-mannered and considerate. Which he already knew you would be. Bucky would keep you by his side at all events, outings, and travels until you felt comfortable enough to be on your own. 

You asked questions about his lifestyle and he had answers for you. According to Bucky, he was a self-made billionaire who could happily retire tomorrow if he wanted to. It just depended on some personal things that he didn’t go into. But he did talk about lavish vacations and restaurants that he liked. He assured you that he would spoil you with them soon enough. 

Bucky in return asked about your life. You skirted quickly over what happened with John and a wedding that never happened; that left you in financial ruin and with a whole lot of trust issues. You decided that you wanted to go back to college to get a degree in your dream job. How you wanted to eventually pay your bills without struggling or stressing out. By the time you were done talking, it was already dinner time.

“Wow, I’m so sorry I talked so much. I guess when I’m warmed up to someone it’s easier to talk about myself. So, I bet you have somewhere to be.” You bit your lower lip to stop yourself from fidgeting again.

“Sweetheart, I have nowhere to be and I’m enjoying your company.” Bucky winked at you as he smirked.

“Well, if you aren’t busy and are free you could come to my place to order food. It’s not the fanciest place but to me it’s cozy.” 

What were you thinking no billionaire would want to come to your dump of an apartment? What a dumb idea…

“Sure, that sounds like fun sweetheart. Let me drive us over to your apartment and we can go from there. Whatever you want to eat I’m good with.”

Bucky got up and tossed some money on the table. He gestured for you to go first but when you reached the door he held it open for you again. Even when you got to his Escalade Bucky opened the door and once you were inside he shut it. You could get used to that. John never did anything like this with you.

Bucky got on the driver's side and drove the short distance to your apartment. Once parked, you both got out and you led him to your apartment building. Heading up the stairs you finally reach your door. Taking a breath you open your door and walk in followed by Bucky.

“It’s not much but I call it home.” 

Bucky looked around your apartment and grinned. “I like it. This is a cute little place.” Looking at the paintings on the wall he had to admit they were beautiful.

“Did you paint these yourself?” He asked.

Kicking off your sandals you looked at him studying one of the colorful abstract ones.  “Yeah, that’s all me. I used to paint all the time but once I moved here I didn’t have the space for it. It’s one of my favorite hobbies.”

“Remarkable. You are truly gifted. Have you ever thought about selling any of them? With this talent I’m sure you would have buyers, myself included.” He stood with his hands on his hips and head cocked to the side looking at each painting on the walls.

You chuckle a little as you watch him. “I’ve thought about it but again I don’t have the time, money, or space.”

Bucky turned around to look at you. “Consider it done. I will find you space to paint and with me, you’ll have money to invest in this. Plus, besides college, you will have free time to express yourself on canvas. What do you say?”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Finally, you could have free time to do what you love. “I say let’s do it.” You start to giggle again and this time Bucky picks you up and spins you in a circle.

Bucky places you back on your feet and at that moment his stomach growls. “So how about dinner?”

“Is pizza okay? I know a great brick oven pizza place that delivers.”

“Sounds good to me, doll.” Bucky takes his jacket off and places it on the back of a chair. Rolling his sleeves up to his elbows he reveals tattoos on both his arms. 

You swore your panties got wet from just the sight. No, you can’t feel this way about him. You were his friend and companion. Clearing your throat you grab your phone and place an order for a pepperoni pizza. When you hang up you call over to Bucky who is still staring at your paintings. 

“Hey if it’s okay with you I’m going to change.” 

“That’s fine, doll.”

You went to your room and changed into shorts and a T-shirt. As you come out you find Bucky taking a picture of one of your paintings. 

“Whatcha doing Bucky?” You watch as he turns around with a grin on his face. 

“I wanted to text this to an art dealer I know. He’s my best friend - Steve - who was with me a few nights ago at your restaurant. I wanted to see what he thought of your work.”

You were surprised at the interest he had in your work. Things like this just don’t happen to you. A sugar daddy does spoil his girl though. 

"How did you start painting?" "What inspired you?" Bucky asked and that brought a smile to your face.

“I’ve been painting almost all my life. I didn’t take it seriously until I was a preteen. Then my parents enrolled me in art classes outside of school where I could hone my painting.”

You continued to take for another twenty minutes before you both heard a knock, knock! “Pizza is here.”

Bucky goes to answer it and it’s the delivery guy. Bucky pays him and gives him a nice tip before closing the door. He places the box on your counter as you grab plates. You each grab what you want and head to the couch to watch TV. With the TV on as background noise, you both continue to talk again. 

You both talk for hours about anything and everything. Before you know it it’s eleven at night. You both are laughing on the couch over a story he told you. 

Bucky looks at his watch and frowns. “I’m sorry I’ve kept you up late. I’ve had a wonderful time.”

You give a small yawn and nod. “I’ve had a great time with you tonight. We should do this again.”

Bucky stands and stretches. “We will definitely do this again. For now, I should let you sleep ‘cause tomorrow we are going shopping.”

You squeal a little in your excitement and stand up to hug him. “I can’t wait, Bucky. Thank you for today.” 

Bucky was shocked that you hugged him but he smiled anyway. Walking to the chair he takes his jacket and grabs his keys out of the pocket. “You sleep well for me tonight.”

He kisses the crown of your head then turns around and leaves. You both wave at each other before you close and lock your door.

If this is how a sugar daddy relationship works you could get used to it. Putting up the leftover pizza in the refrigerator you head to your room and climb into bed. Tomorrow is a new day and you can’t wait to see where he takes you.

The alarm on your phone went off at nine in the morning. You finally had a good night's rest thanks to Bucky stopping by last night. It was nice to spend time with someone and talk so much. You let out a groan as you stretched in bed. Getting up, you headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day starting with a hot shower. When you were done in the shower and finally dressed for the day you texted Bucky.

You: I’m ready whenever you are. 

Bucky: I’m on my way sweetheart.

Twenty minutes later there was knocking at your door. You opened the door to see Bucky standing there with a smile on his face. He was dressed in a red henley shirt, jeans, and boots. Thank goodness he was casually dressed since you were in a lilac shirt, capris, and sneakers.

“You look gorgeous,” Bucky commented.

You smile back at him. “You look handsome as well. I just need to grab my purse and we can leave.” 

You place your phone into your purse and place it on your shoulder. Then you grab the keys and head out the door locking it behind you. You walked in front of Bucky as you made your way down the stairs and outside. It was a beautiful sunny spring day outside as you walked to his Escalade and got inside. Bucky got in and pulled away from the curb.

“So where are we off to first Bucky?” You asked excitedly.

Bucky chuckled at your excitement. “I have a few places in mind. Don’t worry about anything ‘cause today is going to be all about you.” 

You both talked about the type of places you were going. Some were places that focused on dresses for every occasion. While others were everyday clothes. Not that he didn’t like what you wore. He knew you might want to update some of your clothes and shoes. You on the other hand were more worried about where all this new clothing was going to fit since your closet was so small. You told yourself to relax and that you would figure everything out. Bucky pulled up to the first store. Dresses lined the windows and you stared in shock at how beautiful some of them were.

Bucky watched you as you stared at the shop. You had the cutest expression on your face. “Are you ready to go inside, sweetheart?”

“Absolutely, yes!” You squealed out. 

Bucky got out of the Escalade and made his way to your side where he opened the door for you. He offered you his hand as you hopped out. Holding hands felt natural to you as he led you into the store. As you entered you couldn’t believe your eyes; there were dresses EVERYWHERE. A saleswoman appeared out of nowhere and greeted Bucky.

“Ah, Mr. Barnes, we were expecting you. How may I help you?” She asked as she looked between the two of you. 

Bucky introduced you to the saleswoman. “We need some dresses for her. We’re looking for both casual and formal wear. I want to be able to show her off at events in the most stunning dresses you have.” 

“Of course Mr.Barnes. We will have her try only the best dresses on.” She looked at you now and offered a smile. “If you want to follow me, we will get you started.”

The saleswoman and you started walking towards the evening dresses. There were so many colors and designs; pinks and purples, ballgowns and halternecks. The saleswoman asked what your size was and she started grabbing dresses. She brought them to a changing room for you and you walked into the spacious room. Grabbing the first gown it was black with a slit up the side and was off the shoulder. Slipping your clothes off you pull the dress on and call the saleswoman for help to zip you up. Once zipped up you took a breath and stepped out of the dressing room. Walking out to where the mirrors were and Bucky sat, you bit your lip bashfully. 

Bucky's mouth parted when his eyes fixed on you, taking in every inch of your beauty he could. The dress was stunning on you and his hands twitched; desperate to touch you as he watched you do a slow turn in front of the mirror, capturing all angles of yourself. Then when you looked at Bucky he could sense your nervousness so he got up from the chair to walk over to you. He was a foot away from you when he gave you a big smile.

“You look absolutely beautiful, sweetheart. I love this dress on you. The style suits you.” He complimented. 

You offered a shy smile back. “Thank you, Bucky. I do like this one very much. But the price is high for it. I don’t think it would be fair to ask you to get this for me.”

Bucky gently grabbed your hands and kissed the back of each one. “The cost means nothing to me. What matters is if you like it.”

You look up into his blue eyes. “I do. I really do love it.”

“Then it is yours. Now, go model some more dresses for me.” He offered a reassuring smile and watched as you headed back to the dressing room.

The rest of the afternoon was pretty much the same. You would try on a new style and color then show Bucky how you looked in them. He was very supportive and vocal about how stunning you looked to him. By the time you were done, you had seven evening gowns for events and five new casual dresses. Where you would put them you had no idea but Bucky was very happy to pay for them all. From that shop, you bought some casual clothes that were nicer to wear if you had any place to be during the day. Then, you went shoe shopping to match all of your brand-new dresses. When Bucky insisted on you getting some Louis Vuitton shoes and a couple of handbags, you thought you were going to cry. You always wanted a pair of each; and here you were picking them out. Once shopping was over, Bucky had told you that you were heading to his place.

“I have the contract ready for you to sign at my place. I hope you don’t mind doll.” 

You beamed back at him. “Not at all. I wonder what kind of fancy place you have.”

Bucky chuckled at your response. Hopefully, he wasn’t overstepping at this point as he continued to drive until he got to a luxury high-rise building. Your mouth dropped open in surprise at him pulling into the parking garage. Bucky pulled in and drove until he was in his own parking space. You both got out and he took your hand, leading the way to the elevators. You were silent as you took it all in once in the elevator. Bucky hit a button to the top level and he lightly squeezed your hand in reassurance. Once you were on the top floor you approached a single door in front of you. Bucky unlocked the door and led you inside. 

The place was huge and screamed luxury penthouse. The kitchen was the size of your entire apartment. The entire floor was open-concept and had paintings on the walls. You passed by a wall with pictures and immediately recognized the two men from the restaurant, Sam and Steve, next to Bucky.

“These two are my best friends. We’ve known each other for many years. Especially Steve, I've known him since childhood.” Bucky explained as you took the pictures in. 

“That must be nice having friends you’ve known for that long. I had friends before but…” you trail and clear your throat. "Anyway, it's just me right now."

“Well, you have me now so that’s gotta count. Right?” Bucky smirked at you. 

You giggle a little. “You’re right. I’m so happy that I have your friendship. So you said you had a contract ready for me? Can I see it?”

“Of course.” Bucky led you through his place until you reached his office. You followed him inside and he motioned you to sit in front of his desk. Bucky took a seat in his chair behind the desk. He looked like a man of power sitting there. Grabbing a file on his desk he pushed it forward towards you. 

“This is the contract that I had drawn up for you about our sugar daddy relationship. Everything that you asked for is in it. Plus, everything I told you about is also included. The allowance I plan to give you and the part where I will pay all your debts and monthly bills. Please take your time reading it.”

You took the file from Bucky and started to read it. Everything, he just said, was in it. The money, the bills being paid, and even a section about whether both decided on a relationship down the road. Then there was a section that mentioned new housing. How odd. You skim below that and read that he would be getting you a new car since yours wasn’t in good shape.”

“You do want to spoil me. A new car? A new place to live? Are these necessary?”

Bucky chuckled at your questions. “I want only the best for you. Your apartment, while quaint, has no space for all the new clothes, shoes, and purses I bought you. If you’ll allow me I found you a space of your own. It’s owned by my friend Steve. It’s big enough that you can paint in one of the rooms so we won’t have to rent a studio unless you want it. I will leave that up to you.”

You couldn’t believe what he was saying this was way beyond anything you could ever imagine. “I’m truly speechless. I-I never expected this much from you.”

“Like I said before sweetheart, I’m just looking for companionship and friendship. You deserve the world and so much more. If I can spoil you along the way that makes me happy to do so. Now, if everything looks fine why don’t we sign it together.” 

You nodded your head in agreement and took the pen Bucky was holding out for you. You signed your name on the bottom of the contract and pushed the document towards him. Bucky grabbed the contract and signed his name at the bottom. Bucky figures he can send a copy of the contract tomorrow to his attorney and friend Sam.

Bucky gets up from his chair and walks to where you are sitting. “Now that’s out of the way, why don’t we get you home? We can discuss your new living arrangements tomorrow and get you a new car then.” 

“That sounds like a plan to me. I really can’t wait but Bucky, who is going to help me move?”

“I’m hiring a moving company for you so you don’t have to worry about anything. Let’s keep your new things here until you move. Then when you have a closet big enough we can move it all in.”

“Wow. You've got this figured out already, huh?” You got out of your chair and followed Bucky out of the office. 

He led you back out of his penthouse and back to the elevator. Once you reached the Escalade you got back in and Bucky drove you home. While driving you back in silence Bucky reached for your hand and held it while he drove. It was sweet; these little gestures that he made like holding your hand or a kiss on your hands or forehead. You have to admit they made your stomach knot up at times in the best way. But you had to remind yourself this was just a friendship, an agreement between two friends. 

Bucky pulled up to your apartment and walked you to the door. Getting your keys, you go to open the door but before Bucky could kiss your forehead you move in kissing his cheek. 

“Thank you for the day of shopping, Bucky. I appreciate being spoiled by you. I can’t wait to wear everything that you bought me at some point.”

“Speaking of wearing your dresses, I have a charity function in a few days. I hope it’s not too late for you to join me.” His hand caressed your cheek gently. 

“That’s plenty of time for me to know. I can get my schoolwork done before then so I don’t have to worry about falling behind. Thank goodness I only have three weeks until finals. Then I’m all of yours for the summer.”

Bucky had to admit he liked the thought of that. Being able to take you on trips and not worrying about college. 

“Alright, well I will see you tomorrow then. Sleep well, sweetheart. Text me in the morning.”

“I will. Good night Bucky.”

“Goodnight, doll.”

You walked into your apartment and closed the door. You sigh thinking of his cute nicknames for you and the way he’s spoiling you. Never have you been spoiled like this before. Glancing around your apartment you smiled. Guess it’s time to move on to a better place.

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✩ upcoming wips

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i haven't been posting a lot lately because i'm a slow writer and life has been kicking my butt but i've wanted to let you take a peek at what i've been cooking up in the background!!

what little attention i have at the moment has been going into time after time but there's a lot of ideas constantly swirling around in my head and i've wanted a place to put some of them. shockingly, these aren't even all of my wips. yeah, i know.

this is just a snapshot of the most prominent fic ideas i've been working on at the moment which means that plots and especially titles might still get changed. also i'm not committing to any sort of schedule with these so keep that in mind :')

please feel free to ask questions about any and all of these and i'll do my best to answer <3

✩ one shots

a smile that cold - ransom drysdale x f!reader - au inspired by daphne du maurier's rebecca - (well, mostly by its musical adaptation, which is great) - i'm going full gothic/seasonally spooky vibes in this one - tropes: widower remarries, mystery, dark-ish (well, there's murder), perhaps a hint of spice - status: mostly done, but still missing a chunk in the middle

to home afar - bucky barnes x freader - the guernsey literary and potato peel pie society au - (oh yes we're going there) - i love this book and this au so much but i just haven't had the time to focus on it - tropes: 40s!bucky, dad!bucky, writer!reader, one (1) broken engagement, fitzsimmons appearance, hints of epistolary storytelling, pen pals to friends to lovers - status: about halfway done, still missing some connective tissue

all that's been (and all that won't) - bucky barnes x f!reader - buffy the vampire slayer au - tropes: slayer!reader, vampire hunter!bucky, friends to lovers, inspired by me rereading all the vampire knight manga so if you know those you'll see the twist coming, canon-typical violence - status: conception phase, some scenes written

stay here forever - 40s!bucky barnes x f!reader - a continuation of first date, last night - this was a plan ever since i posted that story and yet - tropes: friends to lovers, mutual pining resolved, tfa!bucky, kinda angsty, will probably get another part … - status: mostly written, missing connective tissue

just for spite - bucky barnes x witch!reader - originally inspired by a moodboard by @treatbuckywkisses - this has been sitting in my drafts for an embarrassingly long time - might end up being a collection of loosely connected one shots - tropes: post tfatws!bucky, practical magic vibes, there's a cat, slow burn? maybe? - status: first part done, some more scenes written

death becomes him - steve rogers x grim reaper!reader - inspired by a mix of meet joe black, elisabeth (the musical, not the movie), the fairy tale godfather death, and the show dead like me - this is such a weird idea and i need to write it so bad - tropes: canon-compliant-ish, slow burn, artist!steve, will probably include time jumps, dark-ish for obvious reasons - status: random scenes written

tomorrow - steve rogers x reader - inspired by the river song storyline in doctor who - (yes you read that right) - i love using my most random au ideas for steve, i think this works so well and i'm so excited about it - tropes: opposing timelines, kind of slow burn kind of established relationship, goes through steve's entire mcu timeline - status: scenes written, writing time shenanigans is tiring if that's all you do though :')

ghost light - lighthouse keeper!steve rogers x reader - (yeah) - this one is so random but i cannot stop thinking about it - tropes: retired!steve, maybe a little angsty but it's fine really, either writer!reader or barista!reader - status: vibes and like two paragraphs

mirror's image - endings, beginnings!frank x reader - fic based on "why'd you only call me when you're high" by the arctic monkeys - tropes: fwb, drug consumption, angst and spice, idk if this will have a happy ending or not - status: about one third done

✩ series / AUs

dear heart, it's me - anthology based on the amazing devil's album "the horror and the wild" - listen for vibes 😌 - will probably posted for a milestone celebration - pairings include: stucky, bucky barnes x reader, natasha romanoff x reader, wanda maximoff x reader, jefferson x reader, steve harrington x reader (more tbd) - status: one fic stuck in revision, three more started, real excited for one additional one atm

nothing else will do - continuation/expansion of my rewritten drabble - think medieval-ish fantasy vibes, once upon a time with some princess bride thrown in there - pairings include: outlaw/pirate!steve rogers x reader, knight!bucky barnes x reader - status: lots of daydreaming and some random scenes put onto paper

occupy my brain - continuing these two drabbles - ransom drysdale x reader - there will be at least two more chapters but i am aiming to keep this one short and sweet - status: it’s more or less planned out, if only someone would finish writing it down that’d be great

come fly with me - introducing my pilot!bucky au!! - i’m not sure where it came from either but i’m having fun and it grew out of my control fast - series of connected one shots within the same universe - (i also have plans for sam and steve with this one!!) - status: not a priority rn, but i have a couple of ideas floating around my brain

read you like a book - library au!! - you’ve already been introduced to this universe’s bucky and steve and i love them dearly - status: again, not a priority at the moment but they’re coming

something bout you - beloved - ngl returning to this one is probably gonna hurt but i still want it to exist - college au steve rogers x reader - this is my childhood friends fake dating au that i made up for ren - status: hopefully i will return to this one day after tat is done

i feel awkward tagging people in this but do feel free to reblog this and do tell me about your favourites lmao okay have a nice weekend 🫶🏼

[bvccy]

𝟒𝟎𝐬 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝