#anyway. wonderful way to start my monday morning lmfao good fucking morning

[ruvviks]

idk what freak needs to hear this but calling someone you don't know a twink is not really the way to go.

[babyboibucky]

The Match

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You come across your boss’ Tinder profile.

Word Count: 1,446

Warnings: HMMMM sexual tension 😏

A/N: I wrote this in a whirl and tried to format it through the app last night and it SUCKS so I’m posting this just now. Anyway, there will definitely be a smutty part two to this lmfao ya know it

Edit: PART 2 IS UP!!!

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

Saturday night and you’re on your bed, wine-drunk and all as you mindlessly swiped through Tinder. You start to frown when none of the guys impressed you enough to swipe right. Their bios were all the same, revolving around their egos only to end up with the good ol’ “DTF” line.

Bored and disappointed, you almost exited the app until a very, very familiar face appeared on your screen.

“Holy shitballs, it’s our boss.” You sat up immediately, bringing your phone to your face for a close inspection.

Indeed, it was your boss James Barnes but he was using “Bucky” as his profile name. You wondered whether it was his real account or a poser one. But then you remembered his closest colleagues calling him that.

You snorted as you checked out his profile. He didn’t have a bio but had a couple of photos uploaded. And oh wow, is that a shirtless mirror photo?

You rarely worked closely with your boss but goddamn, sometimes you wished you did because he was a hot piece of ass.

“Should I swipe right...” you mumbled to yourself.

Would it be unprofessional to do so? But then again, you never really interacted with him that much. Just a couple of polite nods and greetings whenever you passed by him at the office. You weren’t even directly reporting to him.

That being said, you were quite sure that he wouldn’t swipe right on you given that you’re his employee. Of course he wouldn’t want to be the unprofessional one so being tipsy and all, you decided to take one for the team.

“Tss, what the hell.” You huffed out and swiped right.

Not even a second later, the “It’s a match!” message popped up on the screen almost immediately. You choked on your wine and dropped your phone, eyes wide and heart racing because you just matched with your fucking boss.

“Shit!” You hissed, diving onto the floor the pick your phone up.

If the message popped out as soon as you swiped right on him, then that means...

“He swiped right on me first, what the fuck!”

-

Monday came quickly and you’ve never been this restless before. You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that you matched with your boss on Tinder. Neither of you messaged the other over the weekend but now that you were headed to work, you honestly didn’t know what to expect.

You debated whether to call in sick or maybe, pretend that you died? Pack your bags and perhaps fly to a different country and start anew? You were overacting but matching with your boss on a dating app known for hook-ups should be a valid reason to justify your thoughts.

Maybe James didn’t recognize you that’s why he swiped right. That was possible since you and him didn’t really work together. It’d be better if he swiped right by accident, his phone probably slipped from his hands. He probably doesn’t even know he matched with you, yeah, you decided to settle on that conclusion.

Taking a deep breath in, you fixed your hair before stepping out of your car. Mondays were meant for meetings so he probably wouldn’t be around the office anyway. You rushed over to the elevator and let out a sigh of relief when you didn’t have to share it with anyone.

That was until someone managed to slip a foot in between the doors, catching up to you before the elevators slammed shut.

“Oh.”

Well, well, well if it isn’t James “Bucky” Barnes. Out of all the people you had to share an elevator with, it just had to be him! And judging by how his eyes widened at the sight of you, the Tinder incident wasn’t simply an accident.

“Good morning.” He greeted, clearing his throat as he stood beside you.

James’ scent wafted in the air as soon as the doors slid close and he smelled divine. He smelled like a man, a man man and it almost made your eyes roll. You greeted him back with a soft voice, fighting so hard not to look at him because as always, he looked pretty damn good.

He was restless beside you, adjusting his suit and then his tie. You could see him through your peripheral vision, he kept on fixing his hair as well. Did he get a haircut? It was shorter than before, not that you were paying way too much attention to him.

Meanwhile, you too were fidgeting with your shoulder bag, picking at the leather and praying for this torture to be over before you could even lose control and slam your lips against his.

“How was your weekend?” James asked, glancing at you.

This was probably the longest conversation you had with your boss. You weren’t even sure which was more awkward, striking a conversation after the match or simply remaining quiet for the entire ride up.

“Um, it was good. Yours?” You asked, stammering a little as you stole a quick glance at him.

James nodded, “Good too. Interesting actually.”

Fuck! He knows, he so knows about the match.

You would have preferred complete silence over the elevator music echoing in the air while the both of you were obviously feeling the tension. Was the elevator really this slow?! And when did it get this hot?!

You started fanning yourself when you started to sweat from the awkwardness of it all. Bucky too could obviously feel it, the tension and the elephant in the room waiting to be acknowledged. He loosened his tie all of a sudden, popping the top buttons of his dress shirt which quickly reminded you of the shirtless pic in his profile.

You could feel the heat creep up to your neck and ears. With how bright the lights were in the elevator, it’d be easy for James to notice how red you turned.

“Kinda hot today, don’t you think?” He asked.

You let out a mirthless chuckle, “Yeah, really hot. I think the maintenance should have the air conditioning unit checked.” You breathed out, clearing your throat again as you wiped the sweat forming on your forehead.

For a couple of seconds there was nothing but the collective sounds of you and your boss clearing your throats. The tension was so thick you can literally touch it if you tried. You wanted to address the unspoken issue but how the hell were you going to do that? Jump on his bones? It would seem like a good idea to do so except that he was your boss and that would result to you losing your job.

You wanted to ask James though, whether he was aware that you were his employee when he swiped right. Actually, you just wanted to bring up the topic just to get it over with. Acknowledge the match and then pretend it didn’t happen to save you both from the embarrassment. Yeah, you could do that.

Unable to hold back anymore, you broke the silence to ask James a question.

“Did you swipe right on accident?”

“So are you down to fuck?”

You and James asked at the same time, his straightforward question making you weak in the knees because what the hell...

James bit his lip, shaking his head in response. “I didn’t.”

“Oh.” You blinked, unable to stop yourself from staring at James’ mouth when he ran his tongue over his lower lip before taking it in between his teeth as he looked you over with glazed eyes.

Damn that tongue, though. And damn those blue eyes too.

“Are you...?” He repeated again, reminding you of his question.

Your boss, whom you rarely interacted with in the office, just asked you whether you were down to fuck. Truthfully, you were only on Tinder because of boredom and it wasn’t your goal to actually hook-up with someone. But now that your hot boss swiped right on you and seemed to be really interested in you...

“I...uhh...” you stammered, not really knowing how to tell him that yes, you would very much like to be fucked by him.

The elevator dinged, interrupting the tension between you and James. The doors slid open and James quickly straightened up before walking ahead.

But not without turning around to look at you expectantly, waiting for a response.

Due to the pressure and the elevator doors beginning to close, you blurted out the first thing that you could muster.

“Yes, sir!”

You blushed at your response but it seemed to have stirred something in James because his eyes darkened as he smirked at you.

“Good. Then I’ll see you in my office in fifteen.”

-

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[batmanmonstarr]

Honestly, I feel like writing but I don’t know what to write about.

This month has been fucking trash and I really felt myself about to explode a good 90% of the time. Even with my medication, the pain of losing Arlinn has been overtaking at times. I’ll just get angry. Like, I know not everyone will/does care that she’s gone. That was made clear today. But to have the respect for me, as her mother, and allow to me feel sad and be upset, would be fucking nice.

I know a great deal of people don’t see animals as children. These are my kids, my babies. They’re everything to me. Though my mother didn’t see Arlinn as a granddaughter, and clearly doesn’t give a fuck that she’s gone, she could AT LEAST realize that when I’m asking to be left alone it doesn’t mean to MOCK ME LIKE A CHILD. How do you even communicate with someone like that?

“You can’t change anything overnight. You just need to find a better job so you can move out”

Right, I know. I just want to be left alone for now.

*in a childish mocking tone* “i just want to be left alone”

See? I’m sitting here communicating with you and then you mock me like a fucking child. That’s some shit.

I don’t understand people like that. Were we not just communicating? What’s with the sudden change? I really wish I could switch brains with my parents for just an hour so I can know why they think the way they do. Then maybe they can see why I act the way I do - but they’d experience it without my medication. So that’s wonderful lmfao.

Also had a serious talk with dad today about Kona. She has an appointment on Monday so we can finally find out what is in her abdomen. If it’s removable or not. If it’s cancer or not. Fuck I hope we can just do surgery and in one swoop she’ll be okay, but it’s never the case. Well, not never but it’s very fucking rare. Especially in this family. 

We talked about the worst case scenario. If eventually she can’t keep any food down and ends up slowly starving. He said he’d rather have her die at home, naturally. There’s nothing natural about not being able to feed yourself. (was that fucked up? it sounds fucked up. I didn’t mean for it to sound fucked up) I mean, from an illness. Like not being able to keep the food down. (jfc i hope that made sense) it’s 12:48am right now and I’m nowhere near tired. Curtis is sick and asleep and my three pups are in the bed as well.

Anyway, off topic, sorry.

I did mention at home euthanasia. Which I think we would definitely prefer. I also want to take her to Lasting Paws - which is where our exotic vet sent Arlinn to be cremated. That took wonderful care of her, as well as sent us the most beautiful prints. (it had her face in it as well - we cried so much in the parking lot after picking her up) (I still need to send them a thank you card) I know they would take care of Kona. Maybe I should start looking into it, just in case? What if the surgery goes bad? I know dad would want them to do CPR if need be. Try to save her. 

It sucks to see him sad, but he can’t be selfish with her if we end up being cheated from her like we were with Cindy.

I’m sorry for rambling. I just don’t know what else to do and the typing is helping me from being anxious. 

I did - kinda - apply for a job. Riley works at this pet place and I sent my resume in to the head honcho to see if there’s a possibility for me to get hired. They pay by experience, which I have PLENTY, and obviously want to learn more, so I’m hoping for $16/hr. *fingers crossed*

I guess I’ll write that thank you note now. Maybe print out a photo of Arlinn in the morning and mail it out. I need to go to the post office anyway and mail out a parcel for my Etsy.

Oh yeah, I started an Etsy. So if you read this far here’s my link: etsy.com/shop/aestheticallysoso

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