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cry baby | prologue

Summary: Meet The Avengers, the infamous friendship group. Known for causing trouble all around town, and being feared by all. Expect the youngest member of the group, she was different and she was protected.

Warning: Smoking. Alcohol. Crying.

Word Count: 1179

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The bar hummed with music, laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional roar of a motorcycle outside. In the corner booth, among the haze of cigarette smoke and the dim glow of neon lights, sat a group of friends, claimed as The Avengers. 

Bucky Barnes leaned back in the booth, his eyes constantly scanning the room with a gaze as piercing as the edge of his knife. His presence commanded respect anywhere he went, without raising his voice. He was an enigma wrapped in leather.

A smirk played at the corner of his lips as he observed the scene at the bar. Your presence was a stark contrast to the rough ambiance of the bar. Dressed in a delicate flowing dress, out of place amidst the leather and tattoos, you were the embodiment of vulnerability in a world that praised itself on toughness. Your gaze darted nervously around the room as you waited for your drink. 

Bucky’s grip tightened around the beer bottle he had been nursing as he watched the bartender lean close to you. His jaw clenched with a quiet intensity, some instinct urged him to intervene, to protect you from whatever the guy was trying to do. But, before he could make a move he noticed Steve, your older brother and his best friend, standing closer to you. It was obvious from Steve’s expression and assertive stance that he was telling the bartender to step back.

Turning back his attention to the booth, he caught Natasha’s knowing smirk and Sam’s amused glance. They also had been watching the scene at the bar and offered small nods of approval toward Steve as you both made your way to the booth with the drinks. You were a tight-knit group, and there was an unspoken understanding that you would always protect one another. Mostly, it was you that they were protecting.

Your emotions began to bubble to the surface, tears threatened to spill over. The reasons for them, you were unsure of. Was it the presence of the new bartender? Perhaps Steve’s protective demeanor had caused them. Or maybe it was simply the atmosphere of smoke and dust. Regardless, as you settled back into the booth, the sight of Bucky’s eye-rolling toward you only worsened the urge to cry.

“Spill the beans, crybaby,” Bucky’s voice cut through the chatter of your friends around you. “What’s the verdict today? Tears of joy or sadness?” his tone dripping with sarcasm as he leaned forward.

Your cheeks flushed, and you tilted your head up hoping gravity will stop the tears from spilling. “I, I don’t know,” you mumbled softly, your voice barely audible over the noise of the bar.

As the night wore on, the bar grew increasingly rowdy and you found yourself retreating into the safety of your thoughts. No matter how hard you tried to hide your teary eyes, you couldn’t escape Bucky’s watchful gaze. 

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As closing time drew near, there was a subtle shift that settled over the group, a silent acknowledgment that their night was coming to an end. With reluctant sighs, you began to gather your belongings. The rest of your friends picked up their packets of cigarettes and leather jackets, as you picked up your sketchbook and pencil. Preparing to leave the warmth of the bar for the cold embrace of the night, you begin to make your way to the exit. 

Bucky remained rooted in his spot in the booth, his gaze fixed on some unseen point around the bar. “Hey, Buck, you coming?” Steve called out, his voice tinged with concern as he glanced back at his friend. 

You could almost see the cogs working in his mind as he hesitated, clenching his jaw. “I think I’ll stay a bit longer,” he finally replied, his voice low. 

Wanda arched an eyebrow, confusion took over her features as Natasha spoke for you all, “Everything okay, Barnes?” she asked, her tone laced with curiosity. 

He offered you all a tight-lipped smile, a silent reassurance that didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah I’m fine,” he beamed at you all with an uncharacteristic glee. His gaze flickered over to you for a brief moment before returning to your friends. “I’ll catch up with you tomorrow,” 

With reluctant nods and murmured goodbyes, you and the rest of The Avengers made your way out of the bar, leaving Bucky alone. As the door swung shut behind you, Bucky let out a heavy sigh before making his way over to the bar.

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With a heavy sigh, Bucky climbed the stairs to your apartment door, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallways. An hour must have passed since you would have gotten home. As he reached the familiar door, he hesitated for a moment, his already grazed knuckles hovering over the wood before finally summoning the courage to knock. 

The door swung open, revealing your concerned expression as you took in the sight of him standing on her doorstep, a black eye already began to form. 

“Bucky? What happened?” you exclaimed, your voice filled the air with concern as you ushered him inside.

He offered you a weary smile, his gaze met yours with a mixture of gratitude and exhaustion. “You should have seen the other guy,” he replied, his smile turning into a playful smirk. 

You arched an eyebrow skeptically, as you gestured for him to take a seat at the kitchen table. “Let’s just get you patched up,” you sent him a reassuring smile as you moved around your kitchen to fetch the first aid kit. 

As you began cleaning and dressing his wounds, he couldn’t help but marvel at the tenderness of your touch. Your hands moved with practiced precision while you stood in between his tights. Despite his attempts to downplay his injuries, he winced slightly as the antiseptic stung, his jaw clenching. 

A wave of emotion washed over you, and tears began to well up in your eyes, a silent testament to the guilt you carried from causing him more pain and discomfort. 

Bucky’s heart clenched at the sight of your tears, forgetting about his own pain momentarily as he reached out to gently cup your cheeks, wiping away the evidence of her distress. A gesture as gentle as it was instinctual. “Hey, what’s wrong?”  he asked softly, his hand never leaving your cheek.

You swallowed hard, your gaze flickering away from his as you struggled to find the words you wanted to say, “I, I don’t like when you’re hurt,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. 

A pang of guilt twisted in his chest as he realized the hurt he was causing. Without hesitation, he pulled you into a gentle embrace, his arms wrapping around your waist. “I know, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice filled with regret as he felt your tears dampen his skin. “I’m sorry,” 

In the warmth of his embrace, you found comfort, and the weight of your worries subsided by the rhythm of his heartbeat. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, calming your emotions with every passing second.

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Ride or Die

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 1K

Summary: Your a law student who's been overlooked by her dad and wants to make a change to her life. It just so happened that there is this bar with a very good looking owner who seems to be impressed by your defense skills.

a/n : English is not my first language, so if there are any mistakes please tell me!

Chapter 1 / intro : ''Damn, I think I am in love''

The sound of raring engines filled the night air as Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers pulled into the lot of his bar. The Howling wolf. The neon sign flickers slightly, casting a blue glow over the polished chrome of his Harley. He swung of the bike; boots crunching against the gravel and took a deep breath. This place was his sanctuary, built with his own hands after leaving behind the chaos of his past. 

Alongside him stood Steve Rogers. His best friend and right-hand man when it comes to business. Tonight was a busy night. The bar was thriving, alive with chatter, the scent of whiskey, and the steady beat of classic rock playing from the jukebox. Together they went inside and took a seat at their usual table, waving over a waitress to order their regular drinks. 

At the bar you sat, along with your friends. Nursing a glass of whiskey while listening to your friends gossiping about who knows what. You looked around and caught the eye of a redhead. She winked at you, and you smiled back when you felt someone tug at you’re arm. The tug came from Eloise your best friend, you and her came to this bar for the first time with some friends from school.

‘’ Y/n I need to go to the toilet, you going to come to?’’ She asked while smiling. 

‘’Yeah, sure’’ you said while grabbing her hand and leading the way through the busy bar. 

You wove though the crowd, your friend in tow, heading for the restroom. The place was packed, a mix of locals, bikers and the occasional troublemakers. You had only been there for a few hours, but you already understood that this place was full of energy. 

Just as you passed a particularly rowdy group of men, a rough hand grabbed your ass. The touch was firm, possessive and entirely unwelcome. 

Before you even had time to think, you whirled around and grabbed the man’s wrist in a punishing grip, twisting it just enough to make him wince. 

‘’Try that again’ you said, your voice low and edged with anger, ‘’and I’ll break your damn arm’’

The man, a burly guy reeking of booze, sneered but didn’t dare pull away. His buddies laughed uneasily, sensing the shift in power.

Bucky and Steve saw everything from where they were sitting. Bucky’s grip on the glass he was holding was tight, blue eyes locked onto you like a hawk watching its prey. He had seen plenty of fights, but there was something about the way you handled yourself that made his chest tighten. You didn’t look to anyone else for help, you handled your own business without a flicker of doubt. 

‘’Let go’’ the man gritted out, his confidence faltering under your unwavering stare. 

You shoved his arm away and took a step closer, you expression unreadable ‘’that’s what I thought’’

With that you turned around and continued towards the restroom, Eloise following along and whispering ‘’Damn girl, remind me to never mess with you’’

Across the bar Bucky let out a slow breath, shaking his head slightly with a ghost of a smile on his face. He had seen plenty of people come and go through The Howling Wolf, but you? You were something else.

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Bucky leaned against the bar he was standing at, talking to Nat. He watched as you returned from the restroom. You moved with purpose, shoulder squared, eyes scanning the room as if you wear assessing any threats. He recognized that look. He’d seen it in the mirror too many times. 

Nat followed his gaze and smirked ‘’you’re interested’’. 

‘’Not in the way you think’’ Bucky mutters, setting his glass down. ‘’She handled herself well, that’s rare around here.’’ 

‘’She’s new in town, came in with a few friends’’ Nat pointed out. ‘’And she got a fire to her, I like it.’’ 

Bucky huffed a quiet laugh. ‘’Yeah. That makes two of us’’ 

You had just reached the bar where you were seated when Sam, who was making drinks behind the bar leaned in with a grin. ‘’So, do you make a habit of threatening to break a man’s arm or was that a one-time show?’’ 

You rolled your eyes while smiling at him ‘’Only when they deserve it’’ 

Sam whistled ‘’Damn. I think I’m in love’’

Nat smacked him on the back of his head with a towel, earning a laugh from Sam and you. Bucky just kept watching you, feeling something, he hasn’t felt in a long time and shouldn’t be feeling. Without a word he pushed himself of the bar and walked away without sparing you a glance. 

You and your friends stayed a little longer until you finally went to pay your tab, Nat was already smirking while you walked over and asked for your tab. 

‘’It’s already been covered sweets’’ she said casually while cleaning the bar top. 

You frowned. ‘’By who?”

She jerked her head towards the back of the club where Bucky was watching you and Nat talk, you locked eyes with him, and he threw you a wink before looking away. 

Your stomach twisted at the idea of him doing you a favor, you didn’t like owning people. Especially people like him - strong, silent and unreadable. 

Still, you weren’t about to argue in front of an audience, so you grabbed your jacket and left with your friends. 

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That night as you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the past threatened to creep in back in. 

Growing up it was only you and your dad. He thought you everything you knew. And gave you everything you needed. But growing up in a house where your dad was rarely around, always away on some business deal while you stayed at home studying and being bored out of your mind wasn’t what you wanted. 

You were studying to become a lawyer and had been dreaming of taking over your dad’s firm one day. Now that you were in your last year of your study, you had some more free time and wanted to make yourself useful. If only your dad would allow you to. 

Every time you had asked to help him or shadow him on a workday so that you could learn more about his firm and make the transition easier when you take over, he declined or pushed you away. Leading to you sitting at home bored out of your mind, but maybe you could change that….

Next chapter: Chapter 2: ''This is a bad idea''

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Country Line

Witness to Love Spin Off

Biker!Steve Rogers x Reader (Babygirl)

Tw: none for this chapter but future mentions of criminal behavior, biker gangs, violence, death not to reader or main characters, more to be added 

The strap of your heels bite into your skin as you trudge up the uneven gravel following your group of giggling girlfriends into the bar. It had to be this one, you prayed that you would be mistaken. You knew the winding back country roads too well to be. 

The fresh coat of paint did little to disguise the memories that flooded back to you instantly when seeing the neon pink flashing sign in the window. 

The side parking lot where you unabashedly made out for what felt like hours in the back of a tinted Dodge Challenger. 

The upstairs loft where you’d spend hours studying with textbooks sprawled across the floor. Giggles filling the air for what seemed like an eternity. 

The front door where you had walked through that fateful night. The boy standing there is a ribbed white tank top and torn jeans that made your knees weak at the sight. 

The bell above the door was almost enough to take you out of your twilight until the silence was deafening across the bar. Your friends pregamed too hard to notice the stares that turned towards the front door of the seedy dive bar tucked into the country lines. Bar was filled with men and leather drinking beers with pretty women draped at their sides. 

The click clack of your heels was the only sound you heard when your eyes met with the steel blue ones. He looked good, well he always looked good to you. The boy had grown up into a strapping man built like a stallion with a jawline that would make any women weak in the knees. 

If only you’d not walked away, maybe your life would be here. 

The sinking of acrylic nails dug into your bicep and the smell of similar purfume wafted into your nostrils. She was always protective of him, ironic since he was older and four times her size but you weren’t stupid enough to underestimate her. She gave him something you’d never be able to now….undying and unconditional love. 

“Get out.” Her tone anything but soft, not loud but just loud enough for you to hear over the blasting music echoing in the bar. 

You took a steadying breath, “Hey Rebel…” 

“You don’t get to call me that. You lost all of that when you left him.” 

You didn’t need the reminder of that fateful night. She probably didn’t know the whole story, why would she? Not everyone had to be brought into your twisted love affair that ended in tragedy Too soon after it started. 

The rising giggles stole both of your attention when Lucky asked the group of girls what they were celebrating. You inwardly cringed knowing what the next steps would be. Fuck. 

“We are here for a bridal shower!” Your one friend way too drunk to even stand straight laughed while pointing to you as the bride to be. You must be a glutton for punishment to even think that this would be a remotely good idea that didn’t end up in you getting your ass kicked by Rebel. You didn’t blame her either. 

You could take the beating, but what you couldn’t is the brief wave of sadness in those steel eyes before the hatred took its place. 

It was naive to think for one night this would all be okay but you needed one last look. One last look that solidified that you were making the worst mistake of your life. 

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cry baby | chapter twenty one

Summary: Steve and Bucky have words.

Warning: Fighting. Punches. Swearing.

Word Count: 1151

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Following Steve out of the apartment, Bucky slammed the door behind him. It echoed through the quiet hallway. Each step that Steve took was heavy with barely restrained fury. Bucky was trying to keep his own emotions in check, knowing that Steve’s anger was about to erupt any moment. 

As they reached the street, Steve abruptly turned to Bucky, his eyes blazed with rage. “What the hell were you thinking?” he demanded in a low voice.

Bucky’s frustration bubbled within as he clenched his fists. “It was harmless teasing, Steve.” 

“Harmless?” Steve snapped, his fists clenching at his sides as he stepped closer. “That didn’t seem harmless to me, Bucky. You were out of line, and you know it.” 

Taking a deep breath, Bucky met Steve’s glare head-on. “She started it,” he retorted, his tone sharp with anger. “Besides, she’s a Rogers. She can handle herself.” 

“That’s not the point,” Steve growled.” She’s my sister, Bucky. And, now she’s fucking Peter?” 

Bucky’s temper flared. “She’s an adult. She can make her own choices… Besides, Peter seems like a good kid.” 

“A good kid?” Steve raised his voice. His anger intensifies. “A good kid who’s sleeping with my sister? I don’t think so.” 

Bucky realized how far Steve’s mind had gone with the idea of you and Peter. “Steve, listen,” he started, but he was too late. Steve had already begun walking, his strides purposeful. 

“We’re going to Parker’s,” He announced, his voice boomed and his time left no room for argument. 

Hurrying his steps, Bucky tried to keep up. “Steve, man, calm down. You’re not thinking straight.” 

His jaw clenched, and his strides sped up. “I’m thinking perfectly straight, Buck. He will understand exactly what happens when he messes with my sister.” 

Grabbing Steve’s arm, Bucky forced him to stop. “Are we really doing this?” 

Steve shook off Bucky’s hand, carrying on down the street. “Yes, we are.” 

Bucky tried to keep his voice calm. “He’ll tell her, you know, the second we leave. Or, what are you going to do? Another Walker situation?” 

Steve froze. Betrayal and fury fuelled beneath him as he turned to Bucky. “What did you just say to me?”

Holding his ground, Bucky kept his voice steady. “You heard me. This isn’t the way to handle it, Punk. Going after the kid isn’t going to solve anything.” 

Steve directed his anger toward Bucky, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. “So what, Buck? I just let it go?”

“This isn’t about Peter is it?” Bucky said firmly. “Admit it, Steve. This is about you still not wanting me to date her.” 

Steve’s conflicting emotions caused his face to twist, his anger flaring. “This isn’t about you and her. This is about protecting her.” 

Taking a step closer, Bucky’s voice was low and fierce. “No, it’s about you not trusting me. You think I’m going to hurt her.” 

Steve’s eyes narrowed, taking a step right into Bucky’s face. The tension crackled between the friends. “Damn right, I don’t! Do you think I haven’t noticed the way you look at her? It’s been the same since we were kids. And every fucking time, I’ve had to step in and stop it.”

“Step in?” Bucky’s eyes widened in shock and anger. “You’ve beaten the shit out of me every time you thought I was crossing the line! Every god damn time, Steve!” 

“She’s my sister!” Steve’s eyes filled with righteous fury. “You were crossing the line! I won’t let anyone hurt her, especially not you.” 

“Especially not me?” Bucky’s temper had snapped. “I’ve done nothing but protect her, take care of her! You’re the one who’s too blind with overprotectiveness to see she’s not a kid anymore!” 

He shoved Bucky hard as his anger surged. “You think I’m blind? You think I don’t know what’s best for her? You’re fucking reckless, Bucky, you always have been!” Bucky quickly regained his footing after a slight stumble, his rage boiling. Stave advanced on Bucky, his fists tightened. “I won’t let her get hurt because of you. Not now, not ever.” 

Squaring his shoulders, Bucky refused to back down. “You think beating me up will change anything? Do you think it’ll make me suddenly stop caring about her? You’re wrong.” 

He swung at Bucky, his fury reaching its breaking point. A punch landed squarely on his jaw. Bucky’s fists came up in defense as he staggered but didn’t fall. “You want to do this, pal? Fine. But know this, I won’t stop fighting for her, no matter what you do.” 

Swinging again, Steve froze in surprise as Bucky caught his fist and pushed back. He slammed Steve into a nearby wall. “Can you imagine what it feels like to watch the only person you’ve ever loved fall for someone else?” Bucky’s voice scratched with a raw mix of anger and pain. 

Struggling against Bucky’s grip, Steve’s gaze met his. His eyes filled with defiance. “You’re not in love with her.” 

Bucky slammed Steve against the wall again, harder this time. His grip against Steve tightened. “Don’t fucking dare tell me how I feel,” he hissed. 

The two friends stood facing each other as the fight was inevitable, and both knew it had been a long time coming. 

In a sudden blur, Steve broke free from Bucky’s grip. He delivered a swift uppercut that connected to Bucky’s jaw. Bucky staggered back again, but he regained his footing. Charging again, Steve’s fists flew in a flurry of strikes. Bucky ducked and weaved. He landed a solid punch to Steve’s ribs, causing him to grunt in pain.

Steve’s punches were wild and angry giving Bucky the chance to counter a hard right hook. Steve barely flinched before throwing himself at Bucky. He tackled him to the ground. The force knocked the wind out of Bucky, and they both rolled across the pavement, grappling for control.

With gritted teeth, Bucky pushed Steve off him, sending him sprawling. Scrambling to his feet quickly Steve didn’t notice Bucky had been faster. Swinging a powerful punch which Steve barely managed to block. 

After more punches were thrown, Bucky shouted. “Enough!” His voice hoarse as he took a step forward, his eyes locking with Steve’s. “Twenty years, Steve. You’ve got to stop fighting me on this. I’ve loved her for twenty fucking years, and that’s not changing. If her not feeling the same way toward me doesn’t stop that, neither will a black eye from you.” 

His chest heaved as he met Bucky’s gaze again. The fight had drained out the both of them, Steve’s replaced with a mix of frustration and resignation. Standing there, his breathing heavy, he struggled to find words. He couldn’t deny the truth in Bucky’s eyes, a true testament to the years of unspoken desire. 

The street faded away for a moment, leaving the two of them locked in a silent battle of emotions.

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“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.”

- Edgar Allan Poe

[late-to-the-party-81]

Snort!

Steve deserves all the piss taking !

pretty when you cry - drabble

pairings: soft dark!biker!bucky x curvy!reader and biker!steve x soulmate

notes: idk how to tag this so let’s just enjoy it for what it is pls lol also sorry in advance bc im reverting to fluff and i know they’re supposed to be dark characters but i literally can’t help it. this isn’t really edited and i didn’t really even read it through so sorry if it doesn’t make sense lmao. just a drabble that got out of hand. this was prompted by an ask i received on my old blog talking about steve meeting his soulmate and how that would go and i couldn’t stop thinking about it so i wrote this little thing. enjoy!

words: 1.8k

The day he meets her though, I imagine he’d be totally caught off guard and not even really sure what happened. You’re in the office of the garage waiting for Bucky to finish changing the oil on your car and Steve is in there with you. Like he’s just being a total dick to a customer about something so stupid - as usual - but suddenly a girl comes up into the building. she’s there to pick up her brother (said customer he’s being rude to). she could see into the office from where she was parked outside and noticed the conversation seemed off so she got off of her car to see what was going on and he just completely changes his demeanor the second he locks eyes with her and is suddenly the sweetest, most charming, gentlemanly guy you’d ever seen. You caught on to what was happening right in front of you when you saw her breath catch in her throat when she looked at Steve. They were like magnetic and you just watched on quietly in amazement. Steve wasnt always so rough and rude to you, especially after him and Bucky had it out over the whole incident outside the bar all those months ago, but he’d never been so nice to literally anyone in front of you like ever. The girl tells her brother to go wait in the car for her while she finishes the transaction with Steve, which lasts way longer than it should and ends with them exchanging numbers on her way out. Bucky walks into the reception area from the garage where he was working on your car. When he glanced over to see you in the sitting area through the shared window- you having previously refused to wait in the garage for him despite his multiple requests for you to do so- and saw you looking perplexed with your mouth slight agape as you watched Steve talking to some girl, he got curious. When you saw him walk in as Steve walked the girl toward the door, holding it open for her on her way out, you looked at him and then toward steve and then back to him with a face that said “are you seeing what i’m seeing?” Steve watchs her drive away and waves her off from the window as he continues smiling. Bucky cleares his throat behind him and walks further toward you. “What was that?” Steve looks between you two before he responds, “I uh, I don’t know.” He says almost dumbfounded. “I do.” You respond softly, glancing at Bucky before looking down. Your amazement turning to something akin to bitterness but more solemn. That could have been you and Bucky. Should have been you and Bucky. A meet cute that you’d be able to share with friends and family about how you met your soulmate. A sweet, caring interaction. Not like what really happened. You felt your heart twisting in your chest as you briefly thought about what could have been. Bucky of course felt it, but you were sure it was written clear on your face anyway. “I’m assuming you’re finished on my car,” you began, suddenly standing from your seat, then heading to the door leading to the garage. “She seems sweet. Don’t fuck it up.” you said looking to Steve sharply before turning and not looking back at the two of them as you went. “She’s right, Steve. Don’t fuck it up,” Bucky said with a hint of regret in his voice as he left to follow you to your car. You had nearly forgotten about the interaction until two weeks later when you were practically kidnapped by Bucky after you refused to go with him to Sam’s birthday party. You showed up late because you took as long as possible to get ready, hoping Bucky would give up and let you stay home for the night. He didn’t. When you pulled up to the bar, you were met with the sight of Steve nearly beating the life out of some sleaze that frequented the bar.

You saw his girl with tears in her eyes, pressing herself to the wall and you didn’t even wait for Bucky to park to jump out and go to her. “Hey, what happened?”

“That guy, he.. he tried.. he tried to..” she couldn’t get the words out before she started crying again, and you pulled her into your arms and turned her away from the scene unfolding in front of you as Bucky , having parked the car, running after you, stopped to stop Steve from literally killing the guy who was no longer moving on the ground.

“It’s okay. You’re okay,” you reassured her, knowing full well what had happened without needing to be told explicitly.

You took the girl into the bar as Bucky and the rest of the guys took care of what was going on outside. You weren’t sure what they were doing exactly, but you didn’t think you wanted to know anyway. They all made their way inside eventually, Steve making a beeline for his girl and pulling her into him, holding her against his chest. “I’m so sorry, baby. Are you okay?” was all you heard him say as he lead her to the deserted booth at the back of the building. Bucky was beside you as soon as he finished talking with Sam, arms wrapping around you as you stayed seated on the backless barstool.

“Happy birthday, Sam.” You said with a smile. He thanked you before being pulled away, back to the pool table with some of the guys.

“Can I leave now?” You mumbled to Bucky, knowing full well he could hear you clear as day.

“Doll, we’ll stay one hour and then I’ll drive you back home, I promise.”

“Hm.” was all you responded with.

The hour passed by quicker than you thought it would once decks of cards were being thrown around the place. You were sat in Bucky’s lap while you played different card games with Nat, Kate, and Clint all sat around the table. Bucky helping you with the ones you didn’t know how to play very well. You had just won yet another round of blackjack when Steve came up to the table, taking a seat next to you and Bucky.

“Buck,” he muttered “I- I just wanted to say - I think I get it now. All of this,” he said as he gestured to you both, “And I’m sorry. To both of you, but you more, y/n. For everything I said and did, I- I don’t have any excuse, I was a jackass. If i could take it back, I would. And I really appreciate you looking out for my girl earlier. I saw that guys hands on her and it’s like I just blacked out but I - anyway I guess what I’m saying is that I’m thankful you two were there. And I’m sorry. I know I apologized before but I actually mean it this time.”

“Did you not mean it last time?” You asked with a raised brow, Buckys hand lightly squeezing your waist as he gripped you.

“I mean yeah, but it’s just, I’m more sincere this time.”

“Mhm.” You responded. “Well, thank you for the apologies. And for taking care of that guy. He’s been sleazing around here for a while now, so I can’t say he didn’t deserve it.”

Steve nodded his head in appreciation before cracking a small smile. “We’re heading out now, I’m taking her home. So I’ll see you guys tomorrow I’m sure.” He was greeted with a loud jumble of voices wishing the two of them a good night.

“It’s been about an hour, princess. You ready to go?” Bucky asked in your ear. You readjusted yourself on his lap, getting comfortable and leaning back into his chest before responding, “I’m on a roll, we can stay a little longer.” Bucky smirked as he wrapped his arms around you tighter before placing a kiss on the side of your face. You gave him a dirty look and he responded in laughter. “What, it’s good luck. I’m helping you, doll.”

The next day you’re working your shift at the diner, Bucky sitting at a small table nursing a coffee waiting for you to get off, when Steve walks in with his girl. He holds the door open as he ushers her in and gallantly pulls a chair at their table out for her, nearly bowing in front of her in the process as she sits. You can’t help but laugh out at the sight and at the same time you hear Bucky choking on his coffee before his booming laughter fills the air. The girl starts to blush immediately and you would feel bad, but you can’t bring yourself to care when you see the glare Steve is sending to both you and his best friend. You try to stifle your amusement, turning to see Bucky with a brilliant smile still laughing loudly. You preen and though you hate to admit to, the sound of his laugh and the sight of him being so carefree, in a good way, brings you a sense of happiness you haven’t felt in a while. “It’s like you’re a whole new man, Rogers.” He said beaming at his friend still glaring at him. “So chivalrous,” he laughed again, causing an unbidden laugh you tried to suppress to escape you as you finished wiping your last table and untied your apron. Your laugh then made Bucky laugh even more as he made his way over to you. you found yourself being pulled toward the front door, his hand having taken yours as you both continued to chortle. You stopped short and looked to the girl who at this point was obviously embarrassed beyond belief. “It’s not you, I swear. You’re the sweetest! It’s just, it’s so ironic to see him like this,” you laughed again. “Sorry, we’re sorry. We’re leaving now. Enjoy your food!” You bid quickly as Bucky continued to try and pull you outside. “Don’t apologize, doll, being laughed at is the least he deserves,” he said as he yanked you into his side. “Him, yeah. But she didn’t do anything.”

“No one was laughing at her,”

“No, but what if she thought we were? And either way she was still embarrassed. I felt bad.” He shook his head disapprovingly, chuckling softly.

“I don’t get the way you think. You’re too good for me.”

“Finally something we can agree on,”

“But you’re mine regardless, sweetheart.” He reminded you as he squeezed your waist tighter.

“How could I ever forget it.” You said annoyed, but leaning further into his touch anyway as he walked you to your car.

[huffelpuff210]

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From the Ashes

Whisk & Whimsy Part 4

Dividers by: @/bernardsbendystraws | Banner by me, made in canva, images from canva and Pinterest (credit to the original creators)

Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, copied, translated or put through an AI machine.

Tags/warnings: violence, injury, blood, fluff, miscommunication

Summary: You kindly offer to help pick up the pieces. Even if that means letting Bucky stay with you for a while.

Word count: who knows

A/N: Very sorry who saw this prematurely post last Sunday - but I hope you enjoyed reading through the notes 😭💀

I want to give this series the attention it deserves so I'm taking a two week break to get my brain back on track and then we will be back to weekly postings. Thank you for all the love on this series so far! X

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The reactions of the bikers were instantaneous.

They each sprinted to their bikes and hurriedly packed away things. Bucky's face was like a storm as he barked out orders; Sam to go straight to the hospital and give updates on Hoskins and Joaquin, Alexei and Natasha to find Piertro, Wanda and Yelena and for Punisher to go with Clint to hunt down Walker and find whoever did this. Steve was to go straight to the club and meet Bucky there.

"What about me?" You asked teetering behind Bucky, gasping as he half threw you onto the back of his bike without warning.

"It's not safe for you, Cupcake. 'M taking you home." Bucky left no room for argument as the engine roared to life and he peeled away from the off-road with White Wolves in tow. "Now, hang on!"

You curl into Bucky, the wind howling in your ears and whipping your hair wildly. You clutch at him tightly, your mind flitting to young Joaquin's smiling face, his polite yet playful demeanour towards yourself and his superiors, and dread settles in your stomach. You didn't know Hoskins well, but liked him well enough; he was friendly and helped ease Walker's apprehension of...well, everyone.

You hoped, wished, prayed that they would make it through.

When Briarridge came into view, all of the bikers wordlessly split off to complete their tasks. Bucky kept speed, barrelling through the quiet roads until he pulled up outside Whisk & Whimsy. You hadn't even realised you'd stopped, eyes squeezed shut. The smell of smoke was strong, settling like a fog over the rooftops.

"Come on doll, hop off." Bucky says stoically.

"Take me with you." You say firmly, not removing your hands from his waist. The fire and stabbings had nothing to do with your beef with Bucky, and you wanted to help the friendly bikers that had been nothing but nice to you. "Let me help."

Bucky's chest heaves, you can feel the push of his ribs against your hands, his frantic heartbeat. "Fuck doll - I can't be wastin' time like-"

"Then DRIVE!" You growl at him and he starts the ignition again with a sigh, turning back on himself and heading in the direction of the club.

What should take thirty minutes takes ten with Bucky's driving and when the bike skids to halt beside Steve, Steve gives you a curious glance.

"Hello again," He says before looking at Bucky with the unvoiced question; you brought her with you?

Bucky shrugs. "She wouldn't get off the damn bike."

The three of you look to the remnants of the club and you can see Bucky's shoulders visibly slump in defeat. The club is still being doused with water from the fire engines but there are no more flames, only smoke and ash. The building is black, everything inside from what you can see is smudged in hues of charcoal and graphite and your heart aches for Bucky and the White Wolves.

The neon sign exploded from the heat, and the glass has melted into the entry way. No more dubiously stained carpet. No more bar. No more more club. No more home.

"Fuck." Bucky sighs, dropping his hands to his thighs. "This ain't good."

"You're telling me, pal." Steve looks forlorn as he looks at the building, or what's left of it. "This was premeditated."

You're still clinging to Bucky and rise up slightly, feeling a little dazed. "I'm so sorry."

"What are we gonna do Buck?" Steve asks, folding his arms firmly. You're not even offended that the two men ignore your apology.

"We're gonna find who did this and make 'em pay." Bucky growls. "Insurance'll cover most of the damage and thankfully nothing important was kept in the club but-"

Bucky takes a deep, long breath and you can feel the anger - the rage - brimming underneath the surface of his skin.

"That's not the point. Whoever this was attacked our own." Bucky kicks a stone near his boot. "They waited until we were out of town. This was personal."

"You can stay at mine tonight. I'll take the sofa." Steve offers dutifully to Bucky who contemplates his offer before you chime in.

"Stay with me."

Both men's heads whip towards you and you feel a little out of your depth for a moment before shaking it off; the image of Bucky's uncomfortable cot in his office plaguing ypur mind.

"You're gonna need all the rest you can get." You say, fixing Bucky with what you hope is a stern but sympathetic look. "I have an air mattress and a spare room."

Bucky's rage dissipates for a moment to blink at you before looking over at Steve, who's smiling with surprise.

"Careful there, Cupcake." Bucky teases softly. "People might actually think you like me. Now, where's that useless sheriff?"

An hour later Bucky's slumped into your couch, tattooed hand over his face. Your heart aches for him, losing so much in such a short space of time was incomprehensible. Your belongings, your home, a friend. Maybe even two if Joaquin didn't pull through.

The loss of the club you could chalk up to karma for threatening your business and others but the rest? That was plain unfair. Kindness was a virtue you had yet to reign in and your brain, bless her heart, tried to rationalise Bucky being on your couch. You hated him, didn't you?

So why did you offer him your couch when he could've stayed at Steve's?

You try not to grumble to yourself as you bring two mugs over to the small couch. You curse yourself for cheaping out now that your legs are pressed against Bucky's and you can't sit at least an arm's length away from him.

"Hey," You say softly, holding out a mug of tea. "Here."

Bucky peeks out from under his hand and blinks tiredly at you before taking the mug from your hands, ringed fingers brushing yours. Tingles tan up the expanse of your arm as you pulled it back towards you, trying to suppress a shiver.

"Thanks, doll." He says gruffly, looking into the ripples on the tea surface.

The only sound you can hear in your heart in your ears, thudding hard and fast. You should say something... but what? What do you say to a man who's lost everything in less than a day?

"I'm..." you start speaking before you can stop it and you feel Bucky's eyes on you. You roll your shoulders anxiously, fighting to try and find the words, before settling lamely on a "sorry."

"For what?"

You expected a grunt and a nod not a conversation. You shrug helplessly.

"Uh, well, everything - I guess?" You stammer out, dropping your gaze to the mug in your hand. Wisps of steam rolled over the surface and you took a deep breath, prolonging the sigh for as long as you could.

It still didn't help.

"I really had fun today until... you know, it wasn't." You clear your throat. God, why was this so hard? Why is your heart beating so fast? Is it because you're trying to comfort the man you're supposed to hate?

"I can't... I can't imagine being in your shoes. With everything that's happened today and - yeah - I'm sorry." You rush the end out quickly and, noticing Bucky hasn't spoken for a while, look over at him with a weary but sympathetic smile.

Bucky's only looking at you. He nods and says nothing for a few moments, just looking. You want to look away but something stops you. Your chest is tight with anxiety, you're only comfort is the warmth of the mug permeating your palms as Bucky looks - no, gazes - at you like he's a million miles away. His blue eyes are locked onto yours, and the more you focus, the more you see.

His eyes aren't just blue; they're periwinkle with with flecks of a misted green close to the iris. Where you'd thought, or better yet assumed, they were cold and cruel you now see that they're soft and worrisome. At the corners of his eyes where thick, dark unkempt eyebrow taper, you can see the faint crinkles of smile lines. It wasn't a surprise to you that he was attractive, you noticed that the first day you'd met him. But in the midst of a tragedy and him not even a foot away from your face, on your sofa no less, you've only just made the realisation that perhaps you've made one too many assumptions about the biker before you and had ignored the fact that he wasn't just attractive; he was soul-destroyingly beautiful.

"I could... put on a movie? You ask after clearing your throat, hoping the silence would be a little less awkward and help you to ignore your new-found revelation.

"Yeah, sure." Bucky murmurs, tearing his gaze away from you to look at an interesting piece of wall and sip his tea.

You turn on the TV and boot up Netflix, flicking to the movie section and eyeing up the genres.

"Guess you'd want an action movie huh?" You joke, hoping to get a rise from him to ease the strange feeling hanging in the room. It works - he bites.

"What's with the assumption?" He raises an eyebrow at you, smirking slightly. "Maybe I'd kill to watch - what was that one? Go back... Maybe I'd like to watch 13 Going on 30."

You snort. "I apologise profusely for thinking the only two movies you'd like were Mad Max and Mad Max Fury Road."

"You forgot Furiosa too." His eyes twinkle and he hides a smirk behind his mug as he takes a sip and despite the day you'd had, you find yourself smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.

"Bucky Barnes, biker leader and film connoisseur." You chuckle. "Quite the title."

"I wear it with pride." He grins. "But I'll settle with something I don't have to think too hard about."

You manage to find a light-hearted action-comedy to stick on but Bucky only makes it through the first forty minutes before his head slumps against your shoulder. You startle and go to move him when you see how soundly he's sleeping, not a peep escaping his pink lips, long lashes curled against his skin. He looked like a cherub; round-faced, innocent and angelic. Such a contrast to the man that he is. However, you don't move him, letting the leader of the White Wolves rest his weary head on your shoulder for a restful while.

You don't remember seeing the end of the movie or feeling your eyes grow heavy. All you remember is that by daybreak, when the orange sun peeks it's way into your living room and the birds begin their morning sonatas, you wake up on Bucky's chest with a blanket draped across you both... and willfully close your eyes and go back to sleep.

The incessant beeping of a fire alarm jolts you from your slumber. Panic clutches at you as you think your home, your café, your dream, is on fire. You're on the sofa - alone - and fight your way out of the blanket cursing Bucky for leaving you, falling to the floor with a thump. The floor creaks unsteadily and you curse. You should have gotten that hole fixed.

You can see the grey smoke descending and the smell of burning....

Bacon?

"Doll, are you okay?" It's Bucky's voice. You rub at your eyes and clamber to your feet, ready to run.

What you see, instead of a burly man fighting his way through fire to rescue you, is Bucky waving smoke away from the detector. He curses loudly and looks behind him to the stove where more plumes of smoke rise whilst you make sleepy sense of the situation.

"I tried making breakfast." Bucky says, slightly panicked, giving you a sheepish smile. "But I think I ruined it."

You really, really want to frown but instead a laugh sputters free from your throat, your heart taking its time to settle to a calm pace. Bucky's face lights up and he chuckles softly giving you the sweetest puppy-dog eyes he can muster. Had he always looked at you like that? Lips perfectly pouted, eyes gently pleading for your sympathy? Surely not.

"Perhaps I should've left the cooking to you."

You find yourself smiling - still not frowning - when your eyes meet his. "Perhaps you should've. What havoc have you wreaked on my kitchen?"

Thankfully, the only damage Bucky had wrought was on the bacon; utterly singed to black curls in the frying pan. You shoo him away as you scrape the remains into the trash and start afresh with a pot of boiling water and a now bacon-ash free frying pan.

Four small, colourful sllicone bowls get a swipe of olive oil on a ball of kitchen roll before being filled with one egg each. Bucky watches on, fascinated with your fluid movements around the stove. The fresh bacon sizzles softly in the pan and you place the egg bowls into the boiling pot before clanking the lid on top. Bread gets thrown into the toaster - four slices - and you shoot Bucky a smug smile as you flick the kettle on.

"I take it you like your bacon crispy?" You tease and Bucky chuckles sheepishly.

"I do like it to have some crunch." He says, reaching up to the cupboard you point to and pulling out two mugs. You try not to let your eyes linger as his shirt lifts as he reaches for the mugs and focus yourself on pulling out the instant coffee, sugar and butter from the fridge.

The toast pops and the sound of cold butter scraping along the crisped surface fills the space between you and Bucky while he adds coffee and hot water to your mugs. As you pull the bacon to lay it across the toast you instruct him on how many teaspoons of sugar and how many dashes of milk you take. The next step is removing your eggs from the pot, slowly, carefully and using a spoon to carve into the curvature of the silicone; removing a perfectly cooked, runny poached egg. Once two of the eggs are placed on one plate, you hand it to Bucky before repeating the same onto your plate. You slice open your egg yolk with a knife and let it run over your toast before pushing a piece onto your fork but before you take a bite you glance to Bucky and find he's braving his breakfast with his hands and a dream.

"This is delicious." He says around a big mouthful, a stray golden tear of egg yolk escaping the corner of his mouth. "Thanks, doll."

"Don't mention it, fire hazard." You chuckle and inwardly stall. Talk about insensitive on your part. "I'm not just a pretty face."

"Mm." Bucky nods, licking away the yolk from his chin, unperturbed by your terrible nickname."You're not."

As quickly as heat begins to bloom in your stomach, you squash it back down. Just because you fell asleep on him - technically twice, but who's counting? - and made him breakfast didn't mean things were different now somehow. You let him stay and made breakfast because you're a good person.

And because you're hoping Bucky will appreciate your kindness and not extort you. Right?

Right.

"I hate to ask this but I'm going to have to call a meeting today," Bucky says, thumbing away yolk residue and cleaning his thumb with a kiss. "Could we use the café as a meeting point?"

You make a sound of uncertainty and ponder his question. On the one hand, you'd miss a day of business and have your café filled with upset and frustrated bikers. On the other, there's the whole not being extorted thing and you can catch up on inventory, stock and prepare anything else.

"Alright." You half-sigh. "I'll get some admin done and give you guys lunch."

"Doll, you don't-" You hold up a hand and his mouth snaps shut.

"I insist. If Joaquin and Hoskins are awake, I'll get Sam to take theirs to them." Your eyes meet his and you smile. "But you're doing the dishes."

Seeing the White Wolves look so upset made your heart break, though you weren't surprised to find that once they'd all arrived, most of your floor space had disappeared too.

Sam had arrived first, tired and worn after spending the night sick with worry at the hospital. Both you and Bucky had cornered him the moment he stepped foot over the threshold.

"Are they okay?" Both you and Bucky say in unison. Sam looks between you both and shakes his head.

"Joaquin is stable and under supervision." He says and then looks to his boots. "Hoskins is in ICU."

"What about Walker? Maximoff?" Bucky asks.

"Piertro got the girls to safety thanks to Joaquin, Hoskins and Walker. Walker was trying to fend off two attackers." Sam gives Bucky a concerned look. "However, Walker is AWOL. He's not with his family or in the usual spots around town."

Bucky grumbled and shook his head shooting you a "you shouldn't hear this" look, prompting you to announce you were going to make a start on lunch. By the time everyone else had arrived, lunch was ready and waiting and Bucky took the opportunity to update them on whatever he and Sam had spoken about while they ate and you busied yourself in the store room. Eventually, you stepped back out to your serving counter to do basic inventory (and sneakily listen for updates) while they discussed next steps.

"Steve, call the Destroyers and Panthers. See if they've heard anything." Bucky scratches at his stubble thoughtfully. "Meanwhile, I want someone around Torres and Hoskins twenty-four-seven. If they were cowardly enough to attack the younger members when we were out of town I wouldn't put it past them to try and get into the hospital."

Everyone nods in acknowledgement.

"Punisher and Clint, you both find Walker, if you can. I have questions that need answering. Alexei, you stick with Steve. Anything happens I want updates."

Yelena pipes up. "What about me and Wanda? We have school and work to go to."

"Take sick days." Bucky huffs impatiently. "You're always playing hookie Lena, that shouldn't be too hard to do."

Some of the bikers chuckle and Alexei pats Lena's shoulder and she looks sheepish. There's a few more questions about Hoskins and Joaquin, their injuries and about their families before Sam asks the million dollar question.

"Where are we gonna congregate now that the club is gone?" Sam glances over to you and then back to Bucky but before Bucky can come up with an answer, you're already speaking.

"Come here. I may have customers some days but you can come through the storeroom out back." You point through the open door behind you. "It leads up to my apartment."

A few of the bikers and do a double take and glance at Bucky as if to make sure they're hearing you correctly. You're not even sure if you're hearing you correctly.

"You heard the lady." Bucky shrugs, crossing his arms, leaving no room for negotiation. The surge of pride that swelled in your chest at the acknowledgement and respect made a little voice in your mind nag - but you chose to ignore it. "Come through the storeroom. As for the club, Nat, I need you to call the insurance company and get that sorted out."

When the Wolves disband, more focused when they entered, Bucky sighs heavily sagging against the counter. You slide him a mug of fresh coffee with a sympathetic smile and he looks up at you, looking ready to melt into the floor.

"You okay?"

Bucky's eyes are tired - even though he'd had a full eight hours the trauma, stress and general discomfort of sleeping on the sofa had done a number on him.

"I just... hate the waiting." He says quietly after clearing his throat, sipping the coffee. "I don't know what to do with myself."

"There's a hole under the sofa that needs fixing, if you want something to do." You joke but Bucky's eyes light up with purpose.

"I could fix it."

"A-are you sure?" You stammer awkwardly. "You don't have to, I was kidding."

"Least I could do, Cupcake." Bucky purrs back with a smirk. "I'll get some supplies. You said the air mattress is up in that spare room too?"

You nod, feeling a little dumbfounded. You'd given up your apartment without a second thought but at least Bucky was making himself useful. "In my office. Sheets and spare comforter are in the closet."

Bucky nods back, stealing your notepad and making a short list of some items in a scrawl you almost can't decipher. He tears out the page and tucks your pen behind his ear, winking at you as he heads towards the entrance of the café.

"I'll be back soon. The boys won't need to meet until maybe tomorrow unless anything happens so feel free to re-open."

Soon, as it turns out, was almost two hours later. Bucky had borrowed Alexei's truck - a beautiful, beat up red flat bed - and had returned toolbox in hand and a plank of thin plywood over his shoulder.

You're busy serving customers but everyone stops to watch him saunter behind the counter and disappear up the stairs, whistling a made-up tune.

"Was that-" The customer your currently serving points to the back of house where Bucky had been moments prior.

"I'm just getting some work done." You say quickly, handing her her coffee. "He came highly recommended."

Throughout the day you can hear various bangs and clashes from upstairs and, finally, after closing you make your way upstairs to your apartment, fearful of the mess that may await you.

You're pleasantly surprised to find the place is as you left it. The hole under your sofa has been expertly repaired, the plank of of plywood serving as a mis-matched replacement. Bucky rounds the corner from your bathroom cleaning a wrench with a rag and huffs in surprise when he sees you before breaking into a grin.

"You done for the day, Cupcake?"

You realise you've been staring and blink owlishly at him. "I - uh - yeah."

He points behind him to the bathroom, tossing the rag over his shoulder. Your pen is still tucked behind his ear, keeping hair from his face. Maybe you should let him borrow a hair tie.

You kick the thought to the curb as soon as it enters your head. You're not roommates. You're not friends. You're helping out... an extorter?

"You had a leaky faucet that was driving me nuts." He says nonchalantly. "And the water pressure in the shower's fixed too."

"I - well, thank you." You knew the bothersome faucet well, as well as the finicky water pressure. Bucky had just saved you at least a few hundred dollars instead of calling out a plumber. "You didn't have to."

"Eh, well," Bucky shrugs, giving you a boyish grin that made his eyes sparkle. "We'll call it even after I get us dinner."

"Dinner?" Your stomach growls on command. After re-opening you didn't get the chance to eat real food. "Please don't tell me you're going to cook again?"

Bucky chuckles and leans against the wall, making it harder for you to concentrate for some strange reason.

"Ha Ha, real funny doll. No, there's a great pizza place in town that delivers." He raises and eyebrow at you. "If you're okay with pizza?"

"Who isn't okay with pizza?" You challenge playfully and Bucky's grin widens.

"Good. I'll put an order in and shower." He heaves himself away from the wall. "I'll let you choose the movie again, but this time make sure it's good."

Bucky disappears into the bathroom and when you hear the water running, you're surprised to find your heart is fluttering wildly in your chest and you're smiling again.

Despite it not being a good sign in the slightest, you have to admit that Bucky's handiness has saved you money and his company isn't an entirely abhorrent experience. Plus, you're now getting free food.

Begrudgingly, you give Bucky a point his own tally; making you even.

You - One.

Bucky - One.

After enjoying a delicious pizza and a terrible movie you actually managed to watch this time, you'd both headed to your separate rooms to retire for the night relatively early. You were glad Bucky had chosen not to tease you about the sofa-sleep-cuddle situation; you'd think you'd combust if you spoke about it out loud but it played on your mind the entire night.

The following day, Tuesday, was an errand day. Which meant mostly shopping. You were prepping an itinerary on the sofa, comparing it to your stock list you took the morning before when Bucky emerged from the spare room. Despite being on an air mattress this time, Bucky looked even worse than the day before.

He wasn't just tired, he was zombified. No amount of caffeine could fix that.

"You sleep okay?" You ask, voice laced with concern. The last thing you needed was him to be grouchy.

Bucky shakes his head, brown hair falling in front of his face, before yawning loudly. "Just restless."

You hum disbelievingly but your mind flits to the cot in the club, to the sofa you're sat on and then finally to the air mattress. None of these were entirely comfortable.

"Sleep in my bed tonight." You offer with a soft smile. He definitely needed the sleep and a small comfort in this trying time.

Bucky seems to do a double take, tripping over his words. "Are you - you want - you're okay with that?"

You snort a laugh, confused but still trying to be a gracious host. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Bucky blinks and beams at you. "It - nothing."

You shake you're head with a smile. He really must be tired - his brain clearly isn't functioning properly. "Oh! I'm also going shopping today so if you want anything just text me."

"Alright. Thanks doll." Bucky smiles before padding to the bathroom. "I'll see you later?"

"Yep. I should be home around three."

The stores were busier than you'd anticipated and instead of being home at three like you'd wished, you were home around four-thirty.

You had, in fairness, taken a bit of a detour stopping at a department store to pick clothes up for Bucky.

Bucky had been wearing the same clothes for two days now and you had come to the sinking realisation that all of his clothes must have been at the club and he didn't think to buy himself anymore when he went out Monday. Besides, the last thing you needed was Bucky walking around naked while you washed his clothes.

No lights were on when you entered the apartment which was odd. No TV, no sound, merely the drip of the kitchen sink.

"Bucky?" You call, wandering into the living room and flicking a light on. Most of your groceries had been packed away downstairs in the bigger fridges but you'd brought the new clothes and the more immediate-use groceries upstairs in carrier bags. You dumped all but the clothes-bag next to the kitchen counter and wandered to the rooms.

"Hey, I'm back."

You wonder if Bucky is napping or if he'd gone out since the shower wasn't running, but there's no light from anyone of the rooms.

With a hapless shrug, you open the door to your bedroom, flooding it with the warm light of your living room, only to be greeted with Bucky smirking over at you, lying on his his side looking so very damn seductive it should be a crime.

"Making me wait all day for this," he purrs. "You're cruel, Cupcake."

You stagger back with a shriek and cover your face, dropping the bag of clothes at your feet. You can feel the burn of a blush scald your palms. Bucky was in your bed. Naked. His bare, beautiful ass on your bedsheets.

"Ohmygod!" You breathe, but his image has already been burned into your retinas.

"I haven't even done anything yet, Cupcake." Bucky teases smugly and you can see him move to flex his abs between your fingers. "Why don't you come over here an-"

"You pervert!" You shrill, kicking the bag over to him. "Why would I- you- urgh!"

"Pervert? I-" Bucky's cheeks burn bright when he opens the bag to find new pyjamas, jeans, shirts, boxers and socks neatly folded inside it. "Oh."

"Oh?" You squeak, glaring at him. "OH?!"

Bucky looks up at you with wide eyes, looking incredibly sheepish. "This morning you said I could sleep in here tonight."

Your eyes bulge at him. "And I would take the air mattress?"

Silence falls as you both stare at each other; realisation of what you had meant turning Bucky's face into a tomato. You don't like how the air thick and stuffy, nor do you like how your eyes are desperate to look down at his bare torso or study the tattoos on his left arm.

Would it be so bad? He's been a perfect guest, he's attractive and those abs - no.

No.

No no no no no.

After a few more moments of staring, and worrying another organ that wasn't your brain was about to make a terrible decision, you turn on your heel and walk briskly from the room, slamming it shut behind you.

"Goodnight Bucky." You squeak out and you can hear the creaking of springs from your mattress as Bucky shifts and your face heats up even more as images of what could have been appear in your mind's eye.

No!

"Doll, wait-" You can hear Bucky scrambling, feet hopping around your bedroom floor as you sprint to the sofa. "Hey!"

Bucky emerges from your room clad in a new pair of boxers following after you. The boxers are tight in all of the wrong places and you look to the cieling hoping some higher power will smite you on the spot.

"I didn't know!" Bucky's face burns red with a thousand suns. "I thought we'd -"

"Don't finish that sentence." You shriek desperately. He can't put it into words. Not now. Not ever.

"I- I thought...." Bucky stammers and swallows thickly. Then he looks at his feet with a small shrug.

"Uh, is this a good time?"

Both you and Bucky's heads whip around to see Steve standing in your doorway. He's smiling and rosy-cheeked, obviously trying to contain his laughter.

"How the hell did you get in?" You snap and Steve, still smiling, shrugs.

"Door was open." Before you can argue with him, Steve gestures between you and Bucky. "Chris and Curtis think they may have found something. Am I interrupting?"

You clamp your mouth shut and glower at Steve, embarassment overpowering you as you storm to the bathroom. "No, you're not! Take him! I'm having a shower."

You slam the door and turn on the shower, your heart hammering so hard you're sure it thuds against the door. You can still hear Bucky and Steve over the water.

"Don't you dare tell Sam about this." Bucky growls.

"Oh, I am so telling Sam about this." Steve laughs back and you can hear hushed muttering and Bucky padding back to your room. After a few minutes, you hear Steve laughing again and you bury your face in your. However, when you glance to the mirror, you can see that you're smiling despite the embarassment.

The whole thing was pretty funny if you thought about it hard enough.

Although, you'd almost let yourself be tempted by Bucky and that was dangerous, in the grand scheme of things, Bucky was ultimately more embarassed than you, so that was a point in your favour.

You - Two

Bucky - One.

Moments later the front door closes as Steve and Bucky disappear into the night.

The door slams open hours later, startling you from a light slumber. You'd been watching trashy TV, unable to settle once Bucky had left. The longer the hours dragged the more worried you became and the more frustrated.

Frustrated that Bucky made you worry about him.

You jump to your feet seeing a figure half slumping in your doorway and in the dim flicker of the TV, periwinkle blue eyes with flecks of misted green meet yours and you rush over to Bucky.

You smack on the light switch and Bucky winces at the sudden blinding light. His left eye is red and swollen, ready to bruise to a plum over the next few days. There's a cut to his right cheek, his lip is split and bloody and there's blood seeping between his fingers that are clutching his right bicep.

"What the fuck happened to you?" You yell

"Good evening to you too, doll." Bucky groans, shuffling his feet inside your apartment. Your face glowers up at him from his armpit as you wrap your arm around his waist and take his left arm in the other to hurriedly guide him to your sofa.

He collapses onto it with an "oomph" and much to his surprise, and yours, you begin to focus your attention to his injuries. It's like a switch has flipped - you're concern for the injured trumping your alleged hatred. Your mind races with what you can see. Swollen eye. Cuts. Stab wound.

"Keep pressure on your arm. I'll be back." You order, flying past your door and locking it before heading to your bathroom sink and ripping out its contents like a wild animal. You wade through plasters to find a long-lost surture kit and a tiny first aid bag before sprinting back to Bucky.

Bucky's breathing is laboured, teeth gritted in pain as you settle on the floor beside him, pillow under your knees for a small comfort while you try to remember your first aid training.

Blood supply. You needed to slow the blood flow.

You don't even ask permission as you begin to remove Bucky's belt. Bucky's eyebrows shoot up into his hair.

"Woah, if I knew getting stabbed would have you this feral, I would've-"

"Shut up." You hiss at him angrily as the belt slithers free from the loops. You wrap the belt tightly around his shoulder, just above the entry wound, and pull it tight. Despite Bucky's curse of pain, the wound pulses under the strain and the skin surrounding slowly goes white as blood slowly stops flowing as fast.

You're quick but clumsy, ripping open a sterile antiseptic wipe and cleaning around the wound so you could see it without blood getting in the way.

"Have you ever done this before?" Bucky asks as you toss the wipe in favour of a new one.

"Nope." You reply, eyes not leaving the wound. Bucky growls as you drag the wipe over the wound finally, and can see what damage has been done. "Talk to me about tonight. What happened?"

Bucky braces as you wipe at some congealed blood gently, inspecting further, but begins to rattle off the events of the night. He and Steve had managed to find a lead that led to a bar on the outskirts of town but when they had got there it was empty. However, upon leaving they'd been ambushed in a brawl.

"Came outta nowhere." Bucky huffed. "Luckily, Alexei and Sam had disobeyed orders to follow us so they were outnumbered. But not before I got this souvenir."

You glance up and see he's looking down at you, trying for a smile with his bloddy split lip. "But you shoulda seen the other guy."

"You're lucky it's only a few centimeters deep and not serious." You huff with a frown, releasing the skin in favour of a third wipe. "I'm glad Alexei and Sam were there too. I like that you all look out for one another."

"They're family. Family takes care of eachother." Bucky grunts before hissing as you drag an antiseptic wipe over the cut again.

"By extorting people and not getting a real job?" You snap, raising a challenging eyebrow at Bucky, who only grins back, infuriating you further as you work on his arm.

"I guess you could say that." Bucky half shrugs. "I could see why an outsider like you would think that."

"An outsider?" You press, anger brewing as you inspect the now-clean cut. Bucky winces when you pry it open slightly, double-checking for any debris that may have lodged itself in his flesh. "Oh please elaborate."

"Everyone in Briarridge pays the fee - if you haven't noticed, the police around here don't do much." Bucky huffs hair from his face. "We are the law. This place used to be decrepit. A festering pit for illegal activity. We had to do something. I had to do something."

"So you're a hero?" You scoff, opening the suture kit. "Some hero. If the people of Briarridge are so thankful, why did one of them stab you in the arm?"

"I said everyone pays, not that everyone is happy about it." Bucky sighs, bracing as you push the threaded needle through his arm. "We still have enemies."

"That narrows the list of suspects." You grit out, all of your focus on haphazardly stitching the wound together. Bucky's bicep twitches, his jaw sets from the pain but he refuses to make a sound. When you're done, you tie and snip the thread, sitting back to wipe away the sweat on your brow with the back of your hand.

"At least they didn't get my tattoo arm." Bucky jokes.

You glare at Bucky's playful expression and you're sure that when you sigh through your nose, smoke billows out. Irritating. Smug. Asshole.

Yet, the corner of your lips still curl upwards.

"Asshole." You mutter, getting to your feet. "Stay there I'm not done with you."

"I think I like you being my nurse, doll." Bucky calls to you as you pad to the bathroom. "You're a lot gentler than Steve is. That punk damn near gave me sepsis last time he fixed me up."

You chuckle to yourself as you grab the petroleum jelly and a large bandage from the bathroom cupboard stepping over your earlier mess, imagining Steve's giant, grubby pastry-crumbed hands trying to fix Bucky up. You wash your hands quickly and try to hide the blush that graces your cheeks at Bucky's compliment before you step back into the living room.

You sit back down next to him, crossing one leg underneath you and popping the lid of the jelly. Taking a dollop onto your fingers, you drag it over the fresh stitches you placed.

"What are you doing?" Bucky whispers, watching your fingers cover the wound in the cool jelly.

"This will keep dust out," you tell him, wiping your fingers onto your pyjama bottoms. "Help it heal over instead of clotting. Hopefully, you won't have much of a scar but you should still see a real nurse."

There's a loud pop as you open the bandage packet and begin to unravel it.

"How did you know to do that?"

"I've worked in more than one kitchen," you glance up at him with a sarcastic smile. "First aid is important."

Bucky nods and swallows, moving his arm outwards slightly when you tap it, allowing you to wrap the bandage around his thick bicep with ease. Even if you were adding a bow a little smugly.

"Thank you." Bucky says after a few moments, staring at his arm, then at you, eyes brimming with sincerity. "For everything."

The suddeness and sincerity of Bucky's words have you doing a double take and you roll an awkward shrug. "It's no problem."

"You're something else, you know that?" Bucky murmurs, leaning closer. "You're tougher than you look."

To your inner most horror, you start to lean in too, mesmerised by those blue eyes that are full of playful sincerity and plump lips that are just begging to be kissed.

"You're an asshole." You murmur back, but there's no venom behind it.

"I don't doubt it." Bucky chuckles lowly. "But you like it - if you didn't, you wouldn't have offered to let me stay."

You didn't like the accusation - the call out - and open your mouth to protest but Bucky continues.

"And," His breath is warm against your lips as he crowds you, his tattooed hand cradling your face; not to stop you from pulling away, but holding you suspended in place. "If you didn't like me just a little, you wouldn't have picked my bike to ride on. Picked me to cling to for a day."

All the air in your lungs has dissipated. You don't pull away, you're speechless, voiceless; lost in a moment. But Bucky has tethered you, he is a lifeline, and with a gentle caress of his thumb you breathe again.

"Well, Cupcake?" Bucky presses, eyes boring into yours. "Cat got that whip-smart tongue of yours?"

You blink and try to think of an ample excuse, a quip, anything but Bucky. But there's nothing and you knew there would be. Since moving to this town and meeting him, he'd consumed your thoughts, your dreams, every waking moment. You had tried to scheme, to plot, to ploy and yet all you had done was deny the inevitable. You'd tried to fight it. But goddammit, he was infuriatingly sexy and he knew it.

Knowing when you'd been beat was a lesson that most people learned lying down, and you were no exception. When Bucky had no answer, an answer in and of itself, he'd pressed his lips against yours.

His hand moved into your hair; a warm comfort against your scalp, urging you further towards him. He was gentle, unlike how you'd imagined (or pretended you didn't) over the last few weeks, his lips his lips slowly moving against yours like he was preparing you for ruin, despite the fact you were melting like butter in a hot pan to his touch.

You'd argue that he caught you off guard. You hadn't expected an attack of passion at all. An unplanned attack that, even if you gave yourself a point for fixing him up, you remained even.

You - Two.

Bucky - Two.

Chapter 4 - END

A/N: ohoho it seems the enemies have become lovers 😏

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take my FUCKING MONEY BETTY

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

I want to give a hug to Steve, like he really deserves it, BUT ROBIN BETTER GO AN FUCK EM UP

and I can already sense craig dying because bitch u aint comin in between.

I'm on Fire//biker!older!Eddie x fem!Reader//90's au

Part 12: For Whom the Phone Rings

WARNINGS PLS READ: 18+ONLY, MATURE THEMES, violence, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), creampie, jealousy, threat of violence, homophobic slurs, threat of sexual violation (does not actually happen), threat to someone's family, foul language, derogatory slurs in general, mention of a gun, financial struggle, bribes, mention of blood, ANGST, biker MC, mention of violent past, hurt and comfort. WC: 8.2k

Summary: You and Eddie take another leap in your relationship and get cozy together, while Steve rolls into high gear with the MC, biting off a bit more than he can chew. Robin takes matters into her own hands to protect Oliver, and past relationships come back to haunt. Playlist

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A/N: I rarely go into these chapters knowing what will happen, and this story in particular definitely has a mind of its own now. That being said, you won't ever read about the act of sexual violation in these or any of the main characters getting killed or detrimentally hurt, because I just can't stomach writing about it. This part is definitely angsty, but I hope you enjoy ❤️

pls NO MINORS beyond this point

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For Whom the Phone Rings

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You decided that making it through the rest of the dinner with John would be too painful knowing that Eddie was in love with you and he was out there on his motorcycle waiting like some Cool Rider dream out of Grease 2. Knowing that you were also in love with him and all of the endorphins that went along with that feeling made your body tingle. You didn’t want to let go of his hand; you wanted to just walk right out with him. Yet, the business side of you didn’t want to lose John as a contact, or Richard Gere for that matter. No need to burn unnecessary bridges.

You went back to the table and gave John a reluctant, sad smile, and told him the phone call was an emergency and you had to run. He got to his feet and insisted on driving you, but you assured him that your boyfriend was coming to pick you up. You realized in that moment that’d you’d never referred to Eddie as your boyfriend out loud before, and it felt really fucking good.

Eddie was straddling his motorcycle and smoking a cigarette when he caught sight of you coming out the front door, and you both grinned like idiots at each other.

“That was quick,” he swung his leg off, taking hold of your hand so he could yank you toward him faster, cause he couldn’t wait to get his lips on you again. He pulled his leather jacket out of one of the saddlebags and opened it up for you to put on. “It’s cold out on the road, baby.”

And so you let the heavy jacket with all of it’s zippers and buckles envelope you, smelling his cologne and a hint of nicotine in the leather. You of course hadn’t brought the helmet he bought for you, so you wore his again, buckling it under your chin as he revved the bike, throwing one of the body guards a dirty look for keeping his eyes on you for too long.

The only problem was your dress. Eddie anticipated the slit that went all the way up to your hip when you mounted behind him and the material fell back, exposing your entire leg. He instantly swung his arm back to block the view of your limb from the other dudes present, palming your knee. “Scoot in as tight as you can, baby,” he said to you above the growl of the engine, his wrist working at the throttle. During the ride home, his hand kept returning to the same spot, and you rubbed his chest with your hands, pinning your cheek to his shoulder, liking the way the ends of his hair flew back and tickled your nose.

Back at the garage, neither one of you could keep your hands off of each other after Eddie parked the bike. He actually tossed the helmet skidding to the pavement when you handed it to him because he didn’t want to miss a moment of being able to cup your ass and pull your mouth to his.

“God, I love you,” Eddie breathed, parting ways only to get the key out and unlock the door, and then you both stumbled in, laughing as you playfully bit his arm. You shrugged out of his jacket and he threw that over his head to the bottom of the stairs, just as your fingers hooked into his back belt loops and you stomped up the old wood stairs behind him.

This was one of those moments you knew you would cherish for the rest of your life. Even as it was happening, your body was registering it as one of your favorite memories. This new love with Eddie, this intense urgency to get somewhere to worship each other in peace.

He tugged you inside his apartment, pushed you back against the door, and held your hands above your head, kissing you as he braced you there. Tongues were quicker to touch than lips, and then his forehead pressed to yours; adrenaline surging.

Eddie’s hands released yours and slid down to feel you, pulling your breast free from the front of your dress so that his thumb could graze your nipple. His other hand found your bare leg beneath the slit of the dress and dipped down between your legs.

“Shit, baby,” he hissed, fingering your arousal as his cock flexed in his jeans.

“See what you do to me?” You slid your hands around the back of his neck, fingers into his hair, and picked your chin up to find his mouth again.

His knuckle dragged along your damp underwear, and you had your hand down his jeans now, palming him through his boxers. Your pussy throbbed as you got a hold of the bare skin of his length, tip leaking for you.

“Get me out of this dress,” you begged against his mouth, knowing that you couldn’t reach the zipper in the back by yourself.

“I hate this fucking dress,” Eddie added, blocking you against the door, slipping your underwear aside, dipping his finger into your pie, making your breath catch. “I hate that he bought it for you.”

You pushed away from him only to try and pull the dress up over your head, but the material was too stiff, and you were only able to wiggle the lower part of your ass out.

“Stop right there, baby,” Eddie mumbled. He came up behind you to pull your thong aside and press his cock up along the warm wet silk of your slit. “Fuckkk,” he groaned, cupping the front of your throat and pulling you back.

You shivered as his tip got close to entering you; the need pulsed at your core, and you whimpered as his tongue found your ear, flicking around the outside. With his cock stiff and lifted enough to ride between your legs without assistance, both of his hands pushed the front of your dress down, cupping your breasts, pinching and twisting the nipples, making you drop your head back with a gasp. You were only wearing the dress around your mid-section now, knees weak, sighs hot and heavy.

“Are you my girl?” He grumbled it, and then blew air on your neck where his saliva was, making you shiver.

“Mhmmm,” you responded. His pelvis was bouncing off your ass as he worked his length along your dripping slit.

“Tell me,” he demanded. “Tell me who you belong to.”

You reached a hand up to grab his head, ass pressing back against his thrusts, pussy clenching. “You, baby, only you,” It was urgent; the hole between your legs begging to be fed and filled by this man, and this man only.

Eddie reached down to finger your core with his big hand, cock kicking up at the mess he found there soaking through. “I love you so fucking much. You’re killing me.”

He ducked back to try and find the zipper, but it stuck at the top. In a moment of passionate fury, he took hold of the material with both hands and ripped the back open with a grunt. The threads spit open at a jagged angle, exposing the soft skin of your back, and then he just kept pulling, yanking the material away. “Fuck this dress,” he hissed as it met the ground in pieces.

He ripped your underwear off with a single yank, the sensation of breaking material hot against your hip, and you yelped at the surprise, but then he had you on the bed, pulling his shirt up over his head to expose the wash of tattoos, and pushing his jeans and boxers down. The length of his cock bounced up, showing the thick vein underneath, the upper shaft still glistening with your juices.

He crawled on the mattress after you and you urged him closer, sealing his mouth to yours, brushing his hair out of his face. “I need it so bad right now baby, please,” you mewed, a desperate whine in the back of your throat. You felt the head of his cock knocking at the swollen folds above your entrance, and you spread your legs wide; dripping and begging.

“I need it too, baby,” he breathed, pressing his forehead to yours. “So fucking bad.”

You looked down to watch him hold his huge cock at the base so he could run the tip along your slit; preparing it for duty. “Tell me if it’s...too much?” He whispered it just before he kissed you again. You were sure it would just melt right in.

But then he buried the tip and your body stiffened, a tiny squeak escaping your throat. Eddie’s hand clamped onto your hip as his lips parted and his eyebrows cinched together. “Fuck, you’re so tight baby,” and he rose up a bit to look down at the way he disappeared inside of you, working the tip back and forth, taking his time. “This is all mine, yeah? No one else.”

“No one else, baby,” you gasped grabbing his neck, meeting his eyes. He searched your face, flexing his hips to sink in another inch. He had one hand braced on the bed while the other cupped your jaw, and then his thumb sank into your mouth and you sucked it.

Eddie glanced down again at your beautiful body open for him, and decided he couldn’t wait another second to own you, and buried himself the rest of the way in, cursing, feeling like he might cum right then and there. You cried out, exposing your throat for him to paint with his tongue.

He sat back on his knees briefly to thrust in hard a few times, base deep, needing to know he was deeper than anyone had ever been inside you before. Needing to look at what he did to you; the way you unraveled for him.

But then his eyes snapped to yours, needing something else.

You could see the ask in his soft dark orbs as he braced his hands at your hips, locking his length inside of you for a few breaths as the gravity of emotions vibrated in the air.

“I love you,” you told him. And then the dam broke and you said it over and over and over, and he dropped his body close, bucking his hips, his own affirmations of love flowing with each breath. You clung to his shoulders and wrapped your legs as he stretched you out, digging heels in, needing him to be as close as two humans could possibly be.

The intensity of the experience mounted a quick release and soon Eddie’s face was right above you, taking your chin to turn your face. “Look at me,” he said. “Don’t look away, okay?”

His pace quickened, forehead tightening, and a warmth started to spill through your body like liquid sunlight until all you could do was search his eyes and babble, “fucfuckfuckIloveyou...fuck.”

Eddie slowed for a moment. “I’m gonna cum so hard inside you, baby. Do you want that?”

“Yes baby please,” you whined. “Fuck, please, all of it.”

And then he was down close to you again, slamming into you with purpose, one hand on your throat, headboard banging the wall. Your eyes locked and then you were cumming, hard, seeing white, velvet tugs rippling at your core.

Eddie felt your walls clench like a heart beat around his cock and watched your eyelids flutter, sending his release into action, the bark of an exhale in his chest.

You were riding the wave of your orgasm when you felt him tremble, his hips stuttering, pupils blown. The feel of his warm seed pumping extended the ripple affect, and you both clung to each other with aching breaths as Eddie dropped his head to find your mouth.

You palmed his cheek as he finished, eye clamping shut for the first time to take in all that had just happened. He brushed his lips on your palm, your eyelids, your cheeks, all while buried inside you; nurturing a desire in his belly to curl up and live there forever.

His jeans and boots on, denim pooled at his ankles, too ripe with eagerness earlier to even consider the seconds it would take to remove them. It was a while before he pulled out of you, and the tender way he brushed his lips across your face and neck had your ears ringing, skin buzzing. It wasn’t fair that you would automatically think the worst in a situation such as this, but you were afraid of how much you loved this man. Already considering the rejection or the thing that would inevitably go wrong, and how bad it would break you. How you might never recover from this one.

He officially had your heart and he could do whatever he wanted with it. There was no longer a decision to be made or pros and cons to consider: you were completely, utterly gone.

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“I hope you rot in hell you greedy cunt!” Steve said as he slammed the phone down on the receiver with a clang.

Robin rushed into the kitchen from the living room, eyes wide, hoping that Steve’s outburst hadn’t woken Oliver from his nap. They both froze for a few seconds, ears perked to listen for the sound of his tiny footfalls or a door opening.

“I hope that wasn’t your mother,” Robin chided, throwing the dishtowel in her hand over the side of the sink.

“Think bigger cunt,” he said in a much lower voice, throwing on his leather Coffin Kings cut. “They’re staying at that seedy motel over on Chestnut.”

Robin bristled, knowing it has been Tina, Oliver’s biological mom. She crossed her arms. “Do we need to get a lawyer?”

“With what money, Rob?” He braced his hands on the back of one of the dining table chairs, facing her, rolling his neck.

Robin was taking on more shifts at the hotel and Steve at his two jobs, but it felt like they could never dig out of the hole they were in lately.

Steve took a deep breath and straightened, rolling his shoulders. “Don’t worry, okay? I got some things lined up. We’ll have enough to make that pickled whore and her dog-faced pimp go away for a bit. Hopefully they overdose and fucking die---”

“Steve.”

“What? I hope they die. I’m not afraid to say it.” He snatched his sunglasses off the table and slid them over his eyes. “I won’t be back till late. I got a thing with the Kings, and then I’m at the Hammer tonight.”

He said it all over his shoulder as he was crossing the distance to the door and opening it.

“Wait,” Robin called after him. “What thing with the Kings?” He’d promised her numerous times that he wasn’t doing anything illegal or detrimental to his health for Oliver’s sake, but the Coffin Kings weren’t ones to just meet up for a casual cheese and wine picnic in the park.

He stepped outside into the early afternoon sunlight and shut the door behind him. “It’s nothing,” he told her through the open window. “Kiss my boy for me when he wakes up.”

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Earlier that morning, around 4am, you were tucked close to Eddie as he spooned you, the fingers of one hand intertwined with yours, his warm breath on the back of your neck. His cum sticky between your legs. You were out of the habit of sharing a bed with someone, and so your sleep was a bit restless, but every time you snapped awake and remembered where you were---a warmth came over you, and you nuzzled against him, kissing his hand.

Eddie, on the other hand, was sleeping like a bear. Knowing you were safe in his arms was like a sedative for him. He stirred briefly a few times only to squeeze your hand or kiss your shoulder, but for the most part, you listened as his heavy breathing turned into a rattling snore in the back of his throat, and it made you smile.

You jumped when the phone rang loud and shrill, and Eddie’s head popped off the pillow with a grunt, his eyes closed.

“Whoever it is, they are dead fucking meat,” he mumbled out of the side of his mouth after dropping his cheek back to the pillow.

You moved as if you were about to get out of his way so he could reach the phone that was on your side of the bed, but Eddie’s arm held fast, locking you in place. “Let the machine get it, baby,” he whispered, tongue clicking in his dry mouth, already halfway back to dreamland.

It was so cute to think about how he ran out and bought an answering machine because you asked him to. You knew he hated them, and it was something he’d done just for you, so that he would never miss a message if you called.

It rang three times before you heard beep and the machine click on, and then there came a woman’s voice you didn’t recognize:

“Um, hey Eddie baby, long time no talk…”

Behind you, Eddie stiffened. Your eyes blew wide open.

“...I can’t believe you finally stepped into the modern age and got an answering machine. Maybe people do change, I know I have,” there was a shuffling and the sound of ice clinking in a glass. “I’ve really been missing you lately and thinking about that time we went to Sturgis and we missed Steppenwolf because we were too busy fucking in the back of the…”

Eddie started to crawl over you, ready to yank the phone cord out of the wall, but you put your hand up to stop him, and he paused there, one hand braced on either side of you, hair hanging down. “This is nothing, baby, she’s--” he whispered, but then the message continued.

“...and then on the way home ate burgers in the park. Fuck, those were good times. I know you never sleep, so I figured you’d hear this message and pick up, but maybe you don’t want to talk to me anymore? I can’t say I’d blame you. Anyway, I’m coming to town this weekend for a wedding and I’d love to see you if you want to see me. I’m staying at Chrissy’s moms house, I think you still have the number.”

Eddie fell back on the bed, gnawing on his bottom lip, one hand on your thigh, waiting for the nightmare to end so that he could explain to you that it was all ancient history. He hadn’t been with Melanie in almost 5 years, and he hadn’t from heard her for at least 2, and he didn’t want to hear from her, not ever again. If he had to guess, he’d bet that she’d dumped another one of her boyfriends and was looking for comfort; the likes of which he had none to give. God, why was this happening to him? Why now of all the times in the fucking world for her to call?

He wanted to pick that answering machine up and break it in half with his bare hands.

Meanwhile, you were trying to push down the discomfort rising in your throat. This was clearly someone from Eddie’s past, someone he hadn’t spoken to in a while, but you couldn’t help the jealousy that tightened your flesh over your bones and made your tongue push against the back of your teeth.

“Anyway, maybe if you’re up for it, we can get a drink at the Hideout for old time’s sake? Well, now I feel stupid talking to this thing. Call me, okay? Same number as before. Oh, and this is Melanie by the way, remember me? The one you were supposed to grow old with?” Melanie took a moment to giggle to herself before she finished. “Okay, miss you lots. Bye bye.”

The phone clicked on her end and the message beeped again to announced that it was finally over. You and Eddie lay in the loud silence for a few seconds, and then Eddie swallowed hard.

“Let me explain? I haven’t talked to her in---”

But you cut him off, rolling over on your other side to face him, nudging his arm to open up so you could slide into his armpit and put your head on his chest, your leg stretching over his, hand palming his bicep, thumb grazing his nipple.

“We can talk about it later,” you hushed.

He pulled you close, kissing the top of your head, “she means nothing to me, baby,” he reiterated, and then it wasn’t long before you heard the purr of his snores again. His arm went lax and slipped down to the bed with a flop.

But you, you were wide awake. Blinking ever so often with the rhythm of the red light on the machine cast on the ceiling, announcing that there was a new message.

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In the dark corner of an abandoned warehouse in the industrial district, Steve’s fist cracked into the jaw of a guy tied to a chair with duct tape over his mouth. This was not the first punch, and his knuckles were raw. The guy in the chair was a snitch who’d tried to run, but Steve and a few of the others caught up with him. He had a shaved head covered in tattoos, his eye was now swollen, and nose broken, so he was struggling to breathe through the snot and the blood.

Steve stepped back, kicking his chin up, signaling to two of the Hell’s Belles that were there. “Take his cut,” he told them.

One of the two women slipped a knife of of the sheath at her hip and twirled it in the air before slicing the leather of his cut off at the arm hole so that they wouldn’t have to untie his hands. They cut and yanked on both sides until the material opened up and The guy screamed inside the duct tape, drool dripping down his chin from a tiny gap in the tape.

Steve’s tattooed hand was seeping watery blood from one knuckle as he pinched a cigarette between thumb and forefinger and took a drag. “You know, Jerry Dog wants your head. He told me to bring it to him in a bag with a pretty bow on it.”

The guy had stopped trying to battle the restraints, but he glared at Steve with hard, dark eyes, shouting something that only came out as muffled noise. Two of the Coffin Kings were standing at Steve’s back, legs braced wide, hands resting on the hilts of weapons at their sides. Steve turned on his heel, following the Hell’s Belle with the torn leather vest out of the damp building and into the sunlight. She had shoulder length, orange hair with one side completely shaved, and she went by the name Ratchet.

Ratchet made sure to put the cut in the saddle bag on the back of her bike and tighten the buckle closed before she turned around to address Steve again. “I thought you and War Machine were taking a step back from the life? That’s the rumor, anyway.”

War Machine was Eddie’s nickname, and had been ever since they were young and he was always getting into fights with kids who tried to pick on him or others. Steve had been known as Taz around the MC, in honor of the Tasmanian Devil, because if he was in a mood, he’d fight anyone--even if the odds were stacked against him. The gold tooth he had was to replace one of his incisors due to the original one getting knocked out when he was 21 by a guy with metal rings on. Steve’d spit the tooth out at the time and started laughing, blood dripping down his chin like a mad man. He never though things through like Eddie did. Back in their school days, Wayne would come around the corner to the principals office with that tired look on his face as he removed his hat, and there’d be Steve and Eddie; bloody noses and swollen lips. They were both never far from each other, and neither one let the other go into battle alone.

But Eddie hadn’t gone by War Machine in years; he’d grown to hate it, actually. The things he’d done in the name of the MC as War Machine were some of the things he hated most about himself.

“I got a son now, ya know,” Steve sucked hard on his smoke, cheeks caving in, and then he exhaled to the side. “And Eddie’s just, a good guy I guess. Just cause you grown up in the life doesn’t mean you’re made for it.”

Tiger Lily—the other female biker with Ratchet--and the two Kings with Steve were also wandering around, having a smoke break and taking a piss, while they let the guy inside sweat, wondering if these were his final moments.

Ratchet tucked the long side of her hair behind her ear, her nickname tattooed in cursive on the side of her throat. “How’s Robin?”

Steve hadn’t seen Ratch in a while, but it was standard procedure for her to ask after his best friend. The two had a thing many years ago, but Ratch was a dog at the time and went sniffing too many other butts for Robin’s liking. Fucking things up with Buckley was still one of her biggest regrets.

“We’ve got our share of the shit pie,” Steve assured. “But we’re making it work. I couldn’t do it without her.” He tapped his heel on the toe of his boot and flicked his cigarette. “I’ve got a gig lined up with some rich bitch. Easy bag, some lame body guard gig. It should get our heads out of water, at least.”

“Who’s it for?” Ratchet squinted, exhaling smoke out her nose, down the piercing in the middle of her bottom lip.

“I don’t really know,” Steve shrugged. “She seems to have a lot of money to throw around, that’s all I give a fuck about.”

“Careful, bro,” Ratchet held the two fingers up holding her cigarette, chipped black polish on her fingernails. “There’s a wealthy cougar in town who likes to hire MC’s as body guards and she’s been pitting different clubs against each other. Three of Lucifer’s Own got the piss beat out of them the other weekend trying to defend her fortress. Put Donnie in intensive care.”

Steve’s mind flicked to the night Eddie was stabbed, and the way Eddie wouldn’t tell him who did it because he knew Steve would go off the rails.

“Like I said,” Steve rolled his neck, crushing the end of this cig into the mud with the toe of his boot. “I don’t care what the drama is, long as she pays.”

Ratchet respected this, offering a twitch of her brow.

“Let’s get this over with,” Steve motioned to the rest as he opened the aluminum door to head back into the building. “I got shit to do.”

The guy in the chair was struggling to breathe through some miracle opening in his inflamed and bleeding nostrils. His broad chest heaved, nearly popping open the buttons on his black and blue flannel, gasping for air, cheeks puffing out, his bald head slick with sweat.

Steve took position in front of him again. The whole cutting his head off thing was a bluff. Jerry Dog had never requested such a thing. The other two Kings, Rooster and Emmett, would toss him in the back of the utility van and dump him down at the train yard and wait for further instructions.

The guy in the chair barked something at Steve through the tape, eyes narrowing, but it only came out as a strangled mumble.

“You trying to say something to me, Inky?” Steve cocked his head, referring to the man’s nickname.

Steve reached across to rip the tape off in one quick swipe, taking some of Inky’s mustache with it. The guy wheezed, bending his head to take a few deep inhales through his mouth, coughing a few times at the greedy pulls of air his body was taking.

“I got good news, man,” Steve’s tone was sarcastic as he rested his hands on his hips. “You get to keep your head. For now.”

Inky spit. He’d clearly intended the projected saliva to land on Steve, but it hit the ground next to his boot instead. Steve looked down at the spit, and then back up at Inky. “To think I thought you’d be grateful?”

“Fuck you, Taz,” Inky sneered at Steve, his voice full of vitriol. “I never did like you. Jerry Dog is gonna let me walk, and then you know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna come to your house and fuck the gay right outta that dyke roommate of yours, and I’m gonna make your kid watch.”

If Steve ever had a voice of reason that spoke to him in his head, it wasn’t about to change the impact those words had on him. There would be no more talking, no more negotiation, and no one in that room would dare to try and stop him, even if they wanted to, as he started pummeling his fist over and over into Inky’s face. At one point, Inky lost consciousness, jaw broken and slack, and the chair fell sideways, landing his head to the cement with a thunk. Steve followed, dropping on top of him, seeing red, unable to stop his fist from working, smashing, breaking.

When the other four were finally able to pull Steve off, it was too late for Inky.

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“Who is this Melanie bitch?” Katie came to visit you that night during your shift at the Velvet Hammer because you felt like you needed a pep talk. You’d just come up next to the bar where she was having her whiskey sour, and the ask was loud enough for Shanna, the longtime bartender and manager to hear.

Shanna had on a platinum blonde wig shaped in a 1920’s bob cut, a row of 6 tiny hoops curving up one ear, and a long, red upside down cross dangling from the other. She squinted at Katie while she squeezed fresh orange juice to make a screwdriver, and then her eyes shifted to you. “Melanie. You mean Melanie Drake? Your old man’s ex?”

You knew Eddie had a past, and you were glad for the most part. He was in his early thirties, for godsake, and if he hadn’t at least tried to commit to someone before you, it could easily be seen as a red flag. And it didn’t matter how much in love you knew you both were, or how devoted he clearly was to you—there was something unsettling about the girlfriend before you coming to town. Not just any girlfriend or one night stand, but someone he’d clearly had deep feelings for. Not only was she coming to town, but she explicitly wanted to see your boyfriend.

“Yeah,” you moved your jaw and absently straightened the little black pocket apron around your waist. “She left a really flirty message early this morning on his machine while we were in bed together.”

“Nooooo,” Katie blanched, making a yuck face. “What did you do? What did you say? What did HE say?”

Shanna passed the screwdriver and two pints of beer over to Jackie who loaded them on her tray. The dancer in the back was giving a wild show to the tune of Unsung by Helmet, sliding down the pole slowly, both legs spread wide, dropping to the floor in the splits with a head bang.

Shanna was clearly invested in the story now too, waiting with baited breath for you to answer Katie’s questions. “We just...went back to sleep. I told him we could talk about it in the morning. But then we woke up late and he had to rush out.”

Shanna and Katie exchanged a look.

“He loves me, we are good, I trust him,” you moved the four tequila shots and limes to your tray as Shanna passed them to you, and you couldn’t tell if you were trying to convince yourself or them.

“Of course he loves you, but is he planning to meet up with her, though?” Katie asked, taking the two tiny red straws out of her drink. “Cause, I don’t like that idea. Feels wrong. Sends her an encouraging message.”

You didn’t have a chance to answer before Shanna spoke up. “Melanie won’t show her face in here if she knows what’s good for her,” she paused only to rim a margarita glass with salt. You and Katie both directed your attention to hear the rest. “Years ago, she was hired on as one of the dancers for a couple months. Found out she was stealing from the other girls and giving blowjobs to customers in the bathroom.”

You blinked a few times, not liking the fact that she’d also had a job there. Katie lifted her glass to her lips but paused there, giving you a side eye.

Shanna raised an eyebro, smoky eye makeup rimming eyes that were so brown they were almost black. “And that was when she was still supposedly with your old man. I’m not even sure if he ever found out about it. Probably would’ve killed someone if he had.”

The news of Eddie being blatantly disrespected and cheated on like that didn’t sit well with you, either, and you realized that you knew nothing about this woman, how long they’d been together, and why it ended. You had to run your tray of drinks over to a table, and Katie ordered another whiskey sour while she waited.

You checked on other tables, and then on your way back to Katie at the bar, you saw Steve come in. He was an hour late, but he’d already called to let Shanna know, and one look at him told you why he was late.

While normally Steve had a charming, cheerful disposition, tonight his jaw was set at a hard angle, his eyes cold and weary. He was favoring his right hand, holding hit against his stomach. It was wrapped up, but poorly, as if he’d done it himself in a rush, red/orange seeping through at the knuckles. Normally, Steve would saunter over to see what the girls were gossiping about at the bar, and be eager to give his two cents. But, that night, he found his stool, and prepared to do nothing above the bare minimum required for his job. He lit a cigarette and checked ID’s, but made no move to add any banter to his interactions.

And no one bothered him or asked any questions because they were all realizing, perhaps for the first time, how scary he was once all of the casual, jovial exterior was removed.

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The rain was drizzling that night as Robin sat in her car facing the seedy motel on Chestnut, planning her words. She dropped off Oliver with Wayne for the night, and when they got there, Wayne already had cartoons on and some pigs-in-a-blanket in the oven; his face lighting up in a way they all thought the cancer had long ago removed.

Behind the wheel, facing room 11, here were two manila envelopes in her lap: one was full of cash and the other contained official government paperwork. She had a private savings account she’d been trickling money into for years. Even then, it only had about six grand in it. She pawned some of the gold jewelry her grandmother passed down to her, and a few other keepsakes she’d been saving to pass down to Oliver, and the final product was the best offer Tina would ever get from them. They were usually able to buy her off for a year or so with a grand or two, so ten grand should make her eyes sparkle long enough to sign away her rights to Ollie.

Steve and Katie had no idea what she was up to. Steve would’ve tried to stop her. He would’ve showed up and caused a scene, and his temper would get the best of him. Robin was calm. The only endgame that mattered to her was keeping Oliver safe and in her arms, and she didn’t care how broke she was or how low she had to grovel to make that happen.

She could see them through the window between the break in the curtains. Tina with her curly black hair, long and wild, wearing a tight, red spandex dress, and then her fiance Louis, shirtless, wiry muscles littered with prison ink. They appeared to be in the middle of an argument, but that was nothing new; they both thrived on chaos.

Robin also had a gun.

She strapped her bag across her body and reached in to palm the cool steel of Steve’s protection piece he usually kept in a safe in the closet. There was always the chance that Tina and Louis would try to jump her and take the money without following through on the paperwork, but she wasn’t going to let that happen; her plan was solid.

This bullshit would end tonight.

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It was so early in the morning when Steve’s bike rumbled around the corner to Astrid’s house that it was still dark. He dismounted right next to the dilapidated picket fence with the chipped white paint, and looked up to see that she was already on the porch in her nightgown, arms wrapped in a shawl, waiting for him. He hadn’t called to tell her he was on his way, in fact, it had been a last second decision as he idled at a stop light on his way home after work.

Steve needed comfort, and for some reason, Astrid always knew how to give it without him needing to ask.

“How’s your hand?” She asked across the lawn, even though he’d taken the bandage off and, from that distance, in the dark, there’s no way she could’ve known it was swollen and fleshly with raw patches.

He didn’t answer, he just came through the gate and made his way at a tired pace toward her, clomping up each step in his heavy boots, wallet chain jangling.

“Let me see,” she said, holding out her hand, palm up, for him to oblige. She hissed at the damage, and when she tapped his middle finger, he winced. “Honey, we need to get this cleaned and bandaged properly. It might even need a splint. Come inside. I put a beer in the freezer.” She always moved a beer from the refrigerator to the freezer when she had a hunch he was on his way so that it would be extra cold for him. She also had leftovers heating in the oven because it was typical of him to forget to eat.

Once inside the house, while he followed her through the candlelit living room to the kitchen, Steve caught her elbow and spun her around. Astrid’s eyes sought his, trying to anticipate his needs, but then what she found there was exhaustion, both emotional and physical, and a palpable sense of dread. Of fear that life would always take and never give. That time would continue to accomplish nothing but to wear us down and break our hearts.

He bowed his head, and then he dropped to his knees, arms wrapping around her legs, cheek pressing into her thigh, a sob hitching in his chest. He loved the fullness of her stomach and hips, the way his fingers sank in. She used both hands to comfort him, one stroking his cheek that was already damp, while the other combed through his thick head of hair, gently tucking strands behind his ear, tracing down the back of his neck.

She lowered to her shins and met him on the hardwood floor, scooping his head against her bosom while his shoulders jerked and the tears rolled. She was the only person Steve let himself cry in front of. Maybe only once or twice it had happened around Robin, and he always left the room to pull himself together. His father had drilled it hard into his head that crying was a weakness and it made you less of a man. It turned you into a sissy boy or a faggot, as if that were the worst thing, and set you up to be bullied and teased for days to follow. Better to yell, better to hit things, and make other people afraid so that they could be just as sad as you.

Wordlessly, they held each other there for a long while, as Steve choked on sobs and Astrid kissed the top of his head over and over, content to stay like that for hours if that was what he needed. After a bit, there were tears streaming down her cheeks as well.

"You're safe with me," she hushed.

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Eddie extended you an open offer to stay with him whenever you wanted, he even casually mentioned that he planned to have another spare key made so that you could come in and make yourself at home even if he wasn’t there.

Giving someone a key to your place was no small step in a relationship, and your heart swelled at the sincerity of the gesture.

But, you decided to go back to your place after your shift at the Hammer. You were tired, needed a shower, and some time to yourself. Plus, your cat Charlie had a lot of questions about where you were the night before.

Just as you were getting home, Katie was headed back out, her pajama bottoms still on. Apparently, she’d received a call from Robin that spooked her a bit, and made her want to go and check on her girlfriend, even though she had to be up early for work. She was in such a hurry, you didn’t have time to ask any questions, but you hoped that Robin was okay.

After washing your face and getting into something more comfortable, you were just about to sit on the couch to let television numb your brain for a bit when the doorbell rang.

Eddie’s head was bowed when you opened the door, one knee cocked out to the side, thumb hooked in his belt loop while the other fingers fanned out on his thigh.

“It’s a little late to be visited by a Bible salesman, isn’t it?” You teased.

Eddie met your eyes and leaned forward to brace his forearm on the door jam, white tee straining against his muscles just under the cut of his Coffin Kings leather. Not for the first time, you noticed the War Machine insignia on the front and realized you kept forgetting to ask him about it.

“I waited up,” he mumbled. “I hoped you’d come over tonight.”

“Work was exhausting, and I needed to feed my cat,” you explained. “But I’m glad to see you. Come in?”

Eddie couldn’t get what had happened that morning out of his mind, and the last thing he wanted to do was give Melanie any more of his precious air, but he also didn’t want you to think he had any residual feelings for her.

The living room was dark, but for a soft light from the kitchen and glow of the TV, when you tilted your chin up to meet his lips with yours. You didn’t stay there to kiss him, though---you didn’t linger with hungry sighs like you were prone to do—you just spun on your heel to head back around the couch.

Eddie let the screen door shut behind him as he grabbed your waist with both hands. “Hey now, don’t run away from me,” he came up behind so that your body was flush with his. His mouth came down to graze your ear, “tell me you fucking missed me.”

“Of course I missed you,” you tried to shrug away from him, albeit playfully, but he was too strong; you were completely locked in place. “I always miss you.”

He released you only so you could turn to face him again, reaching up to cup your hands behind his neck, fingers dipping into the downy hair behind his ears. The kiss that came next was the kind that sent emergency bells off in your loins; tongues twirling each other, tight groans on the exhale.

You pulled back to meet his eyes before you were completely incapacitated again. “Please tell me you’re not planning on meeting up with your ex this weekend?”

“Hell no,” he responded quickly, a tightness in his brow as if it were ludicrous for you to even ask. “Believe me baby, if I never see her face again, it will be too soon.”

“What are we even doing?” You asked, throwing your hands out to the side as you stepped back to rest your hip on the back of the couch. “I mean, look at us. We’ve barely known each other for two months and everything that possibly could go wrong has. It’s just one stressful situation after the next. I’m exhausted, Eddie, and I’m sure you are too.”

Eddie brought his chin back and crossed one arm over to hold his bicep. “Are you breaking up with me? Is that what this is?”

“No,” you coughed a laugh. Surely he didn’t think he could get rid of you that easily. “Believe me, I couldn’t stop being in love with you at this point even if I wanted to.”

A smile twitched on Eddie’s lips, and he came close, straddling your hips between his legs, taking your face in both of his hands. He kissed the tip of your nose, the look in his eye was tender but serious. “She never had my heart like you do. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, ever. I’d kill or die for you, baby.”

Clothes started to come off right there at the couch, but then you remembered that Katie might not stay at Robin’s and could be home any moment, and so you moved the party to your bedroom with Eddie’s belt undone and your shirt bunched up around your neck.

Eddie was on his knees with his head between your legs in a flash, flicking his tongue right where you needed it, making you fist his hair and bite your lip as you watched.

After the first orgasm, you were on your side while Eddie held your leg up and sunk his cock in over and over, hips clapping at your wetness. You turned your head to take his mouth while he stretched you out again and again, making you whimper, and your wrist flexed at your swollen nub, another release mounting.

“Oh godohgodohgod,” you whined. Eddie’s cock slipped out briefly, and when he thrust it back in, you began to see stars.

You looked up at him as your body rocked from the impact, “no one has ever been so deep, baby,” you promised, and the admission brought Eddie to the edge, twisting you to piston his hips faster.

He barked a groan of pleasure as he emptied himself inside of you, holding one of your legs up by the crook of his arm, and your walls clenched around him, producing a mingling of cum on his shaft.

Still inside of you, Eddie grabbed your chin so that your blown pupils could meet his. “I’ve never loved anyone like I love you,” he said, sealing the words in your mouth with a kiss, hoping to bury them deep in your heart.

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Hundreds of miles away, a phone next to a full ashtray and a tumbler of whiskey was ringing.

Before the second ring, a guy with a military insignia tattooed on his forearm picked up.

“Yo,” the voice on the other end greeted. “This Craig?”

“Yeah, dumbass, who else would it be?” Craig answered gruffly.

The other guy cleared his throat. “It’s Gopher. Hey, listen, that chick you’ve been trying to track down? I had my guy look her up at the database over at the station. She ain’t in no Oregon, man. She’s in some podunk town in fucking Indiana.”

Craig sat down on the bed next to the gun he was cleaning, eyes hooded, blonde hair in a buzz cut. “You sure it’s the right girl? My girl?”

“No doubt about it man. She just had her license renewed.”

Craig pulled a notepad and pen out of the top drawer. “You got an address for me?”

“She’s got a roommate. Katie Clayton I think her name was.”

“Fuck, of course,” Craig worked his jaw, excitement edging in his veins. All this time he’d been nosing around in the pacific northwest while you were only a state away, right under his nose.

He should've known you’d never want to be too far away from him. A love like the two of you shared never died.

Thank you for reading! xoxoxoxo

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[elixirfromthestars]

key: angst ☽ | fluff ☼ | 18+ ♡ | 500+ notes ✧ | 1/2k+ notes ୨୧ | 3/4k+ notes ✩

─ ⊹ ⊱ Series ⊰ ⊹ ─

The Biker's Tulip ☼ ୨୧

biker!bucky x florist!reader

A small town. A biker and a florist, each one carrying the burdens of their past, and yet despite that, finding solace in one another along the way...

─ ⊹ ⊱ Collections ⊰ ⊹ ─

In the Name of Love & Law ☼ ☽ ✧

detective!bucky x lawyer!reader

This collection follows the love story between Detective Bucky Barnes and you, one of the most notorious prosecutors in New York, working alongside the detectives of the Brooklyn homicide precinct. In the midst of navigating the chaos of your jobs, you also have to navigate the growing feelings between you and Bucky that seem to be going nowhere no matter how hard you try to ignore them...

─ ⊹ ⊱ Two Parts ⊰ ⊹ ─

A Night Of Frights and Delights ☼ ୨୧

athlete!bucky x artist!reader - college au

It's Friday the 13th and the college kids in town decided to host a weekend camping trip on the outskirts of town. Your best friend convinced you to go much to your reluctance. What could go wrong when the one guy you can't stand is also there?

Part II ♡ ☼ ✧

You and Bucky have danced around the lines you've placed ever since that weekend camping trip. Months later, when Tony Stark hosts an extravagant party, he finally makes a move to cross them.

─ ⊹ ⊱ Oneshots ⊰ ⊹ ─

One Call Away ☼

agent!bucky x journalist!reader

You’re a journalist in the late 1950s working for a gossip magazine. You write an article about the actor Steve Rogers, and his agent Bucky Barnes is not happy about it. He confronts you and offers you a deal.

In Five Years ☽

bucky x enhanced!reader

Bucky was having a hard time expressing his feelings about finally being free from the Winter Soldier program. To help him out, you suggested writing a letter to his future self and burying it in a time capsule to visit this moment again in the future. The plan was to open the time capsule five years from now. That was until Thanos showed up.

My Dearest ☼ ✧ ☽

duke!bucky x lady!reader

On the night of Lady Maximoff’s ball you find yourself in the gardens, troubled by your emotions. As if by fate, the rain pours down reuniting you with the one who is the very object of your troubles.

Written in the Stars ☼

bucky x avenger!reader - established relationship

Your boyfriend, Bucky, takes you on a date full of surprises under the stars.

Boulevard Confessions ☼ ୨୧

40s!bucky x nurse!reader

Being a third wheel to Peggy and Steve wasn't your ideal Thursday night fun. However, when they tell you Bucky is tagging along you eagerly decide to join them. That is until a third party makes its presence known.

Sink Your Teeth In Me ♡ ☼ ୨୧

bucky x neighbor!reader

You and Bucky are supposed to attend Sam's party on Halloween. However, when you show up to his place looking like temptation itself—he gets other ideas on how to spend the night with you.

Crossroads ☽ ✧

bucky x neurosurgeon!reader

On a rainy night on your way home, fate decides to cross your path with someone who used to hold the dearest place in your heart.

Dancing Embers ☼

40s!bucky x nurse!reader

A cozy cabin, the love of your life, and the warmth of a fire. What more could you ask for on a cold winter night?

By The Warmth Of The Oven ☼ ✩

bucky x avenger!reader

You are baking cookies for the Avengers holiday party when a certain super solider comes into the kitchen tipsy for the first time...

In His Embrace ☼

agent!bucky x journalist!reader

As a new day begins and the snow cascades beyond your windows, you know there's no place you'd rather be than in his arms.

A Snow Day With You ☼

athlete!bucky x artist!reader - college au

The end of the semester has you stressing beyond belief, so Bucky decides to cheer you up by spending a snowy afternoon sledding.

─ ⊹ ⊱ Drabbles ⊰ ⊹ ─

Together ☼ ✧

bucky x wife!reader

It’s been a month since you had a baby with your husband, Bucky. On the first day he went back to work, however, you can’t get her to stop crying—that is until Bucky comes home.

Lucky Day ☼ ✧

bucky x reader - college au

Bucky, your childhood best friend, takes you to a baseball game to thank you for helping him with his chemistry class. However, between bets and kiss cams, luck seems to be the real game being played.

Tranquility ☼

bucky x avenger!reader - established relationship

On your day off from saving the world, you decide to have a date in the park with your boyfriend Bucky.

─ ⊹ ⊱ Blurbs/Moodboards ⊰ ⊹ ─

No matter when or where, Bucky will always be there at your call. ☼ ✧

Escape Room Date Moodboard ☼

Fancy Dinner Date Moodboard ☼

Planetarium Date Moodboard ☼

Aquarium Date Moodboard ☼

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⌞‼⌝ All images/gifs used are not mine, and come from google unless specifically stated otherwise.​

⌞‼⌝ Heart divider by @/enchanthings

[buckyshoneybunny]

Their Babydoll

WinterWidow + Shy!Stark!Curvy!reader 

Summary- Bucky and Natasha take a liking to the shy designer. 

W.C.- 2212 

Warnings- Smut, fluff, cursing, unprotected sex, oral (fem, reader), cum eating, let me know if I missed anything. 

A/N- I hope you guys like! Sorry if the smut sucks, I was tired lol. I know these fics are usually Bucky x Reader x Steve but I would want Nat more. Anyway I already have an idea for a new series and it includes Biker Bucky! Not proof read, all mistakes are mine. Hope you enjoy it my lovelies!  

Masterlist 

“Please Uncle Tony!” You beg for the hundredth time.  

“No,” he says, not even looking up from the device he was tweaking.  

“But-” 

“No,” he interrupts you.  

You stick your bottom lip out and give your best puppy eyes. It would always work when you were younger. Now though? 

“No”  

You groan and cross your arms. You smile to yourself. “You know, Aunt Pepper has been wondering what happened to her-” 

“Okay! Okay,” he sighs and pushes the protective glasses further up his nose as he looks at you. “There’s no need to bring Pepper into this.” 

You giggle and lean your hip against the table he’s working at. “You always were afraid of Aunt Pepper.” 

“I’m not afraid of her,” he huffs. “I just happen to have a healthy amount of respect for her.”  

“You’re afraid of her, Tony,” Bruce pipes up from across the lab.  

You giggle as Tony sends you and Bruce a glare.  

“Why do you even want to use the holographic interfaces?” Tony asks. 

“Because it would make designing floor plans so much easier! Using your tech would help me with the critical parts of my job.”  

“But you don’t even know how to use them.” 

“You could teach me.” 

“But I don’t hav-” He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Fine,” he huffs.  

You squeal and hug him. “Thank you, Uncle Tony!”  

He pats your arm, “Yeah yeah.” 

Most people didn’t know Tony had a sister; hell no one knew he actually had any siblings until you showed up with your stuff one rainy day. 

Freshly 19 and ready to make a name for yourself in the world of Interior Design, you’d moved to New York thinking this was the best place to do so. 

Your mother, Tony’s younger sister only by a few years, called to express her worry of you moving there and being alone.  

So, Tony being the ever so giving person he is, and a few not-so-subtle threats from your mother, told you that you could stay at the Avengers Tower. You were furious, ranting about how you wanted to make it on your own and didn’t need any help. But when he mentioned you’d get to meet and spend time with the Avengers, you quickly got over it. 

You were so excited to meet the Avengers, you’d always had a major crush on Bucky. You even wrote a paper about him for your history class in the 6th grade. His sparkling steel blue eyes taking you captive. You wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through his shoulder length brown hair, hoping it’s as soft as it looks. And you can’t forget those full, pink lips that could make a gal melt like butter on hot asphalt.  

But he was taken, by your second favorite Avenger, Natasha Romanoff. You definitely had a girl crush on her. She was so strong and skilled, every womans idol. She was the reason you tried and failed at learning how to fight. So what if you were thicker than the other girls? Yeah okay, you had thick thighs, a pudgy, soft stomach and flabby arms, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t learn some moves like the other girls. To be fair though, that instructor was a womanizer. 

He said, and I quote, that you’d ‘never make it anywhere in life looking like that’. Boy did you prove him wrong. You were one of the best Interior Designers in New York, you had a special touch that other designers didn’t have. And you loved your job, you loved bringing peoples dreams to life and seeing the joy on their face.  

You enjoyed it, but it wasn’t always easy. The meticulous planning, writing up contracts, getting a crew for certain aspects in and out on time could be grueling at times, but seeing the looks on your client’s faces when they’d see the finished product was always worth it.  

You had been worried when you first got to the Tower, worried the other Avengers wouldn’t like you. It was all for nothing though because they absolutely loved you, you were a part of their dysfunctional family now and they had no plans of letting you go. Everyone had really taken a liking to you, especially Bucky and Natasha. 

When you introduced yourself to them with your cheeks flushed, hands nervously fidgeting behind your back, and your shy little voice, it made Natasha want to wrap her arms around you and protect you from the world.  

But, on the other hand, seeing your long thick thighs on display, juicy ass just barely covered by the shorts you wore, and your tank top that hugged your curves just right made her’s and Bucky’s mouths water. That body paired with your shy, innocent demeanor made them want to swallow you whole. 

They had been happy just the two of them, rekindling their love once they both were free. They never thought about having someone else in their relationship, never wanted anyone else, until you.  

One knowing look and desire fill conversation later they knew they had to have you. They just had to be careful so they wouldn’t scare you away, and make sure Tony didn’t find out and do something crazy. He was very protective of you. 

So, the next couple of years were spent with heated looks, lingering touches, and subtle hints thrown at you that you never seem to catch. They were tired of this game of chase, frustrated and on a level of horny so high that they couldn’t fuck down no matter how hard they tried. Bucky was this close to fucking up against the closest wall, Natasha not far behind. But they’d soon get what they longed for.  

You studied your reflection in the mirror again. The thin strapped, black dress that stopped mid-thigh, and had a slit going up your left thigh, hugged your body perfectly. You wouldn’t normally wear something so revealing but Wanda said this dress was perfect.  

She’d said you’d definitely be getting fucked tonight. She may or may not have read Bucky and Natasha’s minds and knew this dress would make them lose it.  

Tonight was Sam’s birthday party, although his birthday wasn’t for two more days, he’d be in Louisiana visiting his sister so Steve wanted to throw him a party before he left.  

Making sure your curls were perfect, you sprayed on some perfume and put some black heels on and headed down to the floor the party was being held at. 

Natasha and Bucky were sat at the bar area, formulating a plan on how to make you theirs. Natasha wore an off the shoulder, floor length, blood red dress that fit her just right, with matching lipstick and heels.  

Bucky had a tailor-made, black suit that showed his defined muscles. His face clean-shaven, displaying his sharp jaw and his hair tied back in that low, sexy bun he’s always sporting.  

Natasha was the first to see you, choking on her drink as she takes you in, causing Bucky to follow her line of sight. His cock rock hard instantly. She bit her lip and one shared glance; they knew tonight was the night and they had just the plan to do it. 

You lock eyes with Natasha and she beckons you over.  

“Look at you, firefly,” she grins and you blush.  

Bucky whistles and looks you up and down. “You’d give poor old Steve a heart attack in that dress, doll. You look amazing.”  

“You think so?” You shyly ask. 

“Definitely,” Natasha adds.  

You begrudgingly do a shot with them after the persisted you do at least one to help loosen you up, even though they knew you didn’t like alcohol. They didn’t leave your side the rest of the night, not that you minded, you loved being the center of their attention. They were waiting for the perfect moment to sneak you away, that moment came after the cake and presents, everyone having gone back to drinking and dancing.  

Natasha loops her arm with yours. “So, firefly,” she smirks. “Me and Bucky were thinking of changing up our room, think you could help us?” There a devious sparkle in her eyes that you miss. 

Your eyes light up. “Yes!” You smile.  

They lead you away from the party and up to their room. Once inside Bucky locks the door. You look around as Natasha comes up behind you and puts her hands on your waist. She runs her nose up the side of your neck, taking in the scent of your perfume. You freeze. 

“Nat?” You ask on a shaky whisper.  

“Yes, firefly?” She nibbles on your ear, causing you to shudder. 

Bucky stands in front of you and cups your face, tilting your head to make you look at him. His lips inches from yours. Your follow-up question gets stuck in your throat. 

“Do you know,” Bucky starts, leaning forward to nudge his nose with yours. 

“How long we’ve been waiting for you?” Natasha finishes, kissing your shoulder. 

“What?” You ask through the already forming fog in your brain. 

“We want you, firefly. Will you let us have you?” She slides her hands up to just under your boobs, waiting for your consent. You whimper and nod. 

“Words doll,” Bucky says. 

“Yes,” you whisper breathlessly.  

Bucky smashes his lips to yours as Natasha cups your boobs, squeezing them. You moan and grab Bucky’s forearms.  

He steps back and takes his suit jacket off, instructing Nat to take your dress off. She slowly unzips the dress and pushes the straps off your shoulders. It gets bunched around your middle, you blush, insecurities sneaking up on you. She just pushes it the rest of the way down. 

Your hands itch to cover yourself but stop when Bucky lets out a deep groan. He whispers a fuck and reaches down to squeeze his throbbing cock. You let out a whine. 

“Get on the bed and spread those gorgeous thighs, doll,” he rasps. His eyes black with lust. Your bra and panties come off and you get on the bed, laying on your back and shyly spreading your thighs.  

Natasha moans. “Look at her Buck.” He hums and pushes the straps of her dress off her shoulder, revealing she had nothing on underneath. He groans and kisses her; she unbuttons his shirt. You whine, more slick coming out and coating your folds. They break apart and grin. 

While Bucky finishes taking his clothes off, Natasha comes beside you and starts to play with your breasts, pinching and tugging your nipples causing you to moan. Bucky, now naked, kneels between your legs, taking in the sight of your soaked pussy.  

“Already so wet and we’ve hardly touched you babydoll,” he taunts. You whine, the feeling of his hot breath causing you to shudder. 

“Don’t tease her Buck,” Natasha says as she takes one of your nipples into her mouth.  

She nips lightly at the bud as Bucky presses his tongue to your clit, you let out a high-pitched moan and grip his hair. As she teases your nipples, Bucky eats you out like a starved man, mumbling out how good you taste in between slurps and gasps of breath. 

Bucky can’t handle it anymore and stands up before you can cum. “I gotta be in you, doll, fuck.” He gets in between your legs and lines his leaking tip up with your entrance.  

He slowly slides in and your eyes roll back. He gives you a second once he bottoms out, letting you adjust. Natasha rubs your clit as he starts to move. 

“How does she feel?” She asks 

“S’fucking good, so tight, shit” He groans and pounds into you. 

Natasha oscillates between making out with you and sucking you breasts and leaving hickies. She keeps rubbing your clit. You grip the sheets, panting and moaning. Bucky angles his thrusts just right and you scream as he hits that spot inside of you that causes you to see stars. 

“I-I’m go-....gonna...” You can’t even finish your sentence. 

He speeds up his thrusts, “Cum, doll, soak my cock.” 

Your eyes roll back and your back arches as you squirt, soaking his balls, thighs, and the bed. His hips stutter as he cums unexpectedly, he rides out both of your highs, his cock not softening at all.  

Natasha motions for him to pull, when he does, she immediately gets between your legs and eats you out, moaning at the taste of your slick and Bucky’s cum. He groans and starts to fuck her. 

This goes on for hours, both of them pull orgasms out of you. By the end of it, you lay cuddle between them, exhausted. They say that they want you to be a part of their relationship, you agree, feeling like you’re dreaming. The two people you’ve had the biggest crush on actually wanted you to be with them, you couldn’t have been happier. 

When Tony finds out he whacks both Natasha and Bucky in the back of the head with a rolled-up newspaper. He also now carries a spray bottle with him for when y’all get a little too handsy.  

All in all you’re living your dream and you couldn’t be happier.

[notsopersonalcharlie]

Honey Belle

Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader fluff - Part of the Biker!Bucky Series

One part lead-up to the future and one part how Bucky and belle met.

Warnings: Mentions of sex and alcohol, discussion of a past relationship that bordered on abusive (non-binary reference), more car talk because i love mini coopers.

Note: My apologizes because i lost all my progress on this when i was about halfway through. Also I just have brainrot about them now sorry in advance.

"No no no no, please baby you can make it its just a litt-" The engine shuddered and then gave out. You groaned, banging your head against the steering wheel as you pulled off to the side of the quiet street. It was getting stifling in the car very quickly. The heat wave was precisely why you needed to take Baby Blue in. Your phone showed another mile and a half on the map you saved. This shop was in some dead end town, but it was the only one that had agreed to service the vintage coop.

"Couldn't have saved me the walk?" you asked to the car as you grabbed your bag and hauled it over your shoulder. You scrawled a note to leave on the windshield and began down the straight road. The trees on either side provided some shade, but there was no sidewalk, so as you continued you could peek back at your car and to check on any oncoming traffic.

The first signs of life you saw came ten minutes into your walk. You hadn't gotten far. It was sweltering and you had to leave straight from work, so your shoes were the least comfortable thing to walk in as you sweat.

Two motorcycles were headed your way, and to your surprise they both stopped. One was wearing a light brown leather jacket, and he pulled off his helmet immediately. He had blond hair and a kind looking smile, but you were also alone in a mysterious location with no signal.

"Hey, you alright?" You stared at them, and took a step back when he took a step toward you.

"Uh-"

"You had an appointment at the Howling Commando? Twenty minutes ago? Blue vintage Austin Mini Cooper?" The other guy had popped up his visor, but hadn't taken off the helmet yet. His blue eyes were sharp, watching you. You took another two steps back.

"Buck, lose the helmet," the blond guy admonished, "We work there, you said when you called that you were worried about the heat and the engine, so when you no-showed we thought you might have gotten stuck. I'm Steve. We talked on the phone the first time I think, and then you talked to Yelena to get the details." The other guy pulled off his helmet and you thought your heart might stop. Sure the blond, Steve, was handsome in a clean cut preppy kind of way, but this guy looked like he walked out of one of the fantasy books your read as a kid. Dark eyebrows slanted over his bright blue eyes, his scruff adding to the rugged look he was sporting. He waved, a shy smile slicing away the fear you had held entirely. It changed his face, you wanted to make it happen again.

"Bucky. We'll get you all fixed up."

-/-/-/-/-

"Belle, ya home?" You looked up from your laptop. You hadn't been able to pull yourself away from the document you were building for the new hires.

"Yeah- I- oh shit. I forgot to start dinner." You turned to find Bucky stepping through the doorway from the kitchen. His grease stained tshirt was tossed over his shoulder already, leaving all his tattoos on display. One in particular always caught your attention, the sketch of a mini cooper right over his heart.

"How many time do I gotta tell you?" He asked, dropping the shirt in the hallway before coming over to you. You stood, tilting your chin to look up at him as he wrapped one arm around your back and cradled the back of your neck with the other.

"You don't have to worry about that stuff, honey. I'll take care of dinner. Finish up your work, it'll be done in no time."

"I need a break, baby, seriously. I'll help." His eyes narrowed.

"You sure?" You nodded, turning back to hit save and taking his outstretched hand to go back into the kitchen. You chopped veggies while he marinated chicken and he told you about his day at the shop. It was a familiar routine by now, three years into your relationship, but you couldn't help but feel the guilt in your stomach again. He spent all day on his feet.

"Hey, lose the face." You looked up at him.

"What?"

"I can feel your thoughts from over here." He set down the spices, rinsing his hands and patting them dry before coming over to you and wrapping you up in his arms. He was anything but weak, and carefully lifted you onto the unoccupied part of the counter and stood between your legs, looking you dead in the eye. You blinked slowly, trying not to fall into the trap of his icy-blue silence. It was impossible.

"I just feel bad is all, you spend all day on your feet and working and then you come home and make dinner. It feels, not fair." Bucky tilted his head to the side, eyebrows up. It was a conversation you had all the time, and you knew how he felt about it. He did serious very well, even if you knew there was a smile lurking just behind it.

"You know that's not how I feel. I love taking care of you. You work so hard every day trying to change the world for the better. I go dick around with my friends all day playing with cars." You snorted.

"I'm serious! My number one and most important job is taking care of my girl. I will make you dinner every night for the rest of our lives together, if that's what it takes to prove it."

"You don't have to do-"

"Nope, you're banished from the kitchen. Go feed Alpine. Get lost." You laughed, taking his face into your hands before he could lift you back off the counter. His lips were warm and soft, and his hands wrapped tighter around your middle as you tilted your head to deepen the kiss before pulling away. You rested your forehead against his, breathing in the smell of motor oil and coffee.

"I love you, James Barnes." He gave you that sweet smile, the one that transformed him into an entirely different man.

"I love you, honey belle. Now get the fuck outta my kitchen."

-/-/-/-/-

You woke up and stretched, yawning as your rubbed your eyes and sat up. And then you became aware again that you were not in your own room and you were laying in an empty bed. You glanced around, noting the distinct lack of a tall tattooed biker who had left hickeys on your chest and had all but fucked you to sleep the night before.

In his place lay a small gray cat, it sat up when you did and surveyed you before jumping gracefully off the bed and leaving out the open door. You stood up, glancing at yourself in the mirror. You were wearing a shirt that said the Howling Commandos Garage and Bar on the front. It was well worn and soft, with little frays on the bottom and the collar. Your hair was a mess and you smoothed it out before following the cat into the rest of the apartment. Your clothes which had been strewn across the living room were neatly folded in a pile on the back of the couch, and there was a note scrawled on top.

Had to head off to fix up your baby. Coffee in the pot. Stay if you'd like. Bucky

Bucky looked wistfully down the block at his apartment building.

"What is your deal today, Barnes?" Sam asked. He was newer, and Steve had brought him in to tend bar, but also help with the books at the garage. Bucky grumbled that they didn't need new people, and Steve returned with patience that just because Bucky didn't want to make new friends, didn't mean they didn't need new staff.

"He's got a crush," Steve laughed from the other side of a pickup.

"I'll have you know I sealed that deal," Bucky shot back. There was a thunk sound and then Steve appeared over the hood, rubbing the top of his head.

"What the hell are you doing there then?" Bucky shrugged.

"She was still asleep. I left her coffee and a note." Sam snorted.

"See her never."

"Her car is literally right in front of me."

"She's gonna take it somewhere else," Sam shot back. Bucky's eyes narrowed, dropping the wrench he had on hand. He was starting towards Sam when a new voice echoed through the garage.

"I would really appreciate it if you fixed my car, not got blood on it." You strolled in the front of the garage and Bucky considered falling to his knees and begging for you to stay with him forever. You were wearing your jeans and sandals from the night before, but on top you had on his Howling Commandos shirt with the original design and logo. You were holding one of the mugs from his kitchen and had an easy smile on your face.

"I thought I'd come check on the progress on my baby. Maybe learn a thing or two." Steve smirked at Bucky and turned back to his work. Sam had suddenly made himself scarce into the office.

"Sure thing, but can't let you learn too much, you might notice some things going wrong just so you can stop by to see me." You nudged Bucky with your elbow, taking a sip of coffee as you followed him back to your car.

"I don't know, I think I could have other reasons to stop by and see you."

-/-/-/-/-

You woke up to sunlight coming in through the open curtains. Bucky was sound asleep on his stomach, face pressed into his pillow and his arm thrown over you. After a moment of relishing the cuteness of him keeping you close while he was asleep, you slipped out of his grasp and headed for the kitchen.

It was mostly clean, and you started a pot of coffee for the morning before tidying up just a little bit more. Bucky had slipped in after you fell asleep. He was working the bar when you left full of a burger and with kisses pepper to your nose promising he'd be home soon. The rest of the staff had ribbed him endlessly while saying goodnight to you.

You grumbled to yourself about having to wake Bucky's whining ass up to take you to work when you noticed something on the counter. Your car keys. Trying not to get your hopes up, you peeked out the front windows and let out a squeal when you saw your car sitting in the driveway, a comically small bow on the hood.

"Wha-Who's there?" Bucky ran out in just his boxers, fists up prepared to fight an intruder apparently, but instead got a chestful of you.

"She's done?" It took him a moment to register what who you were and what you were referring to.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah, belle, she's done." You threw your arms around Bucky's shoulders, squeezing him tight.

"Thank you thank you thank you! She'll run for another three years? No problems?" Bucky held you tight, sleep already returning as he nuzzled against your neck.

"Even better. She should be alright for at least another five to ten." You pressed kisses to his face and then his hands, and kissed him goodbye for the day. Your outfit for the morning was already hanging in the bathroom and it made your morning to not have to pack extra clothes for the bike. Instead you put your coffee in a to go mug, your lunchbox in your purse, and headed for the door. The car started up with a hum and you patted the dash, turning on your favorite radio station and rolling down the windows on your way to work.

-/-/-/-/-

You sighed on your way into your apartment. Bucky said he was headed over after you left, and now you had to clean up and start on dinner. Work had been exhausting, and you had found yourself fixing other peoples' work first thing in the morning, which put you back on your own deadlines.

Still, you tossed your bag onto the black hole chair of random items in the bedroom and changed out of your work clothes into something comfy for movie night. You had bought all the ingredients for homemade pizzas over the weekend when you were ambitious about when you were going to get out of work.

"Five minutes on the couch," you muttered to yourself, "then back to work." Five minutes quickly turned into doom scrolling until Bucky knocked on your front door.

"Shit." You jumped off the couch and started pulling things out of the fridge frantically to make it look like you had already started the process. The knocking grew frantic after a minute and you rushed to the door. Bucky's eyes were wide, but he relaxed when he saw you were fine.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you." His soft smile melted your nerves a fraction, and he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.

"You had a long day, I understand." He followed you into the kitchen, and you frowned at the array you had pulled out. Sure you had the pizza dough and sauce but also a jar of pickles, some miso, and a block of tofu.

"What were you planning on making?" Bucky asked, examining the contents of a mystery tupperware.

"Uh..." You considered coming up with a lie about cleaning your fridge, panic welling back up that he would be upset you had gotten sidetracked away from making dinner.

"I... I'm sorry, I panicked when I heard you because I hadn't started making dinner and I knew you would be hungry so I just started pulling things out of the fridge and I..." you could feel yourself beginning to ramble into a spiral.

"Woah! Woah, belle, calm down. It's okay!" Bucky came around the counter, hands on your shoulders to ground you.

"It is really okay, belle, I know you had a long day. You don't have to make me dinner. I mean it. You work long hours and clean up other people's messes all day." You could feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes and looked down at the logo of some motorcycle brand on Bucky's shirt.

"You just work all day at the shop and I know that can be exhausting, so I just wanted to make you food so you'll be..." you trailed off. So he would be what? Had never gotten pissed at you because dinner wasn't on the table or that you didn't get him his drink before yours. He had never thrown his empty can in your direction when you didn't get a new one for him before it was empty. Bucky called your name, pushing your chin up to meet his eyes. They were big and blue and full of concern that grew when he saw the tears in yours.

"Honey, where is this coming from? We could have ordered takeout for all I cared?"

You swallowed and took a deep breath.

"My ex, they were blue collar. Worked in construction. They didn't... they thought I should do all the housework and make dinner since I sat at a desk all day. They would get... angry when I didn't or said I was too tired or it wasn't ready when they got home or I ran out of their favorite drink and... I just want you to be happy." Bucky's frown had deepened and the concern in his blue eyes had turned to anger.

"Where are they now? Who would ever do that to you?" His head turned to see if he could spot any memory of them in the apartment. To your surprise it made you laugh to see him be so protective over something that wasn't there.

"Long gone. I moved states away to leave them. It's why I've been working so much, honestly. When I switched positions I had to do it for a cut, since at the headquarters I was making more. I don't regret it for a second though." You were looking at him now, sincere. If you never moved you wouldn't have been looking for an apartment when your car overheated and you had to go to the Howling Commando. You would have never met Bucky or found an apartment a few blocks away from the bar and him.

"I'm glad you made it here too," he said finally. He wrapped his arms around you, big arms keeping you safe and his chin on your head grounding you to him.

"I know you spend every day working super hard with people you don't really like. I know you love what you do, but I would never hold any of that against you. I spend every day working with my best friends for as long as or short as I'd like. If you never cook me dinner again, I would still be happy as long as we get to sit down and eat together." He paused, and you could feel his heart beat a little faster, a shift in his posture. For the first time:

"And I love you." Your heart leapt, the tears that you had been wiping against his tshirt flowed again.

"I love you too, Bucky."

-/-/-/-/-

You texted Bucky on your way out of work, and blessedly got into your own car with air-conditioning and seatbelts. Not that you didn't trust Bucky or that you didn't like to ride with him, but it was nice to have a seat to sit in.

You began the journey home, it feeling a little longer than it had for the last few weeks when you clung to Bucky's middle with your eyes closed. You were most of the way home when a telltale rumble of motorcycles started up behind you on the long empty road. It reminded you of the first time you rode with Bucky, down this very same road when your car broke down and he took you back to the shop with him while Steve waited with the car. He had said, after securing his extra helmet to your head, that it would be only time you ever rode without the proper shoes or pants on. You had responded cheekily, since he was hot and it didn't seem like it could hurt the speed at which your car got fixed, that he was suggesting that there would be another time. He had followed that with a quick, "I have your phone number. I find another time."

The bikes were getting closer, four of them, and to your surprise Bucky wasn't with them. Steve and Sam rode on either side of you, offering salutes. You couldn't identify who the two behind were but you could tell one of them was Yelena or Natasha. It was not a regular procession, though when they did see your distinctive car when out riding, they always did stop by for a wave. Instead of leading you home, Sam and Steve guided your car to the parking lot at the Howling Commando. The fairy lights were up for the summer and a few of the regulars were already outside enjoying the weather.

"I was going to go home first you know," you whined at Steve, tossing your blazer into the passenger seat before getting out of the car.

"I think this is more important," he said, turning you away from the bar and toward the shop. The garage doors were open, but inside was obstructed by the shadows from the sunset. When you stepped in you froze. The cars and equipment had all been cleared out and a beautiful flower arrangement was across the floor, Bucky was standing a few feet away, looking nervous as the first time he came to pick you up for dinner. He spotted you and swallowed, standing up straighter as you walked towards him.

"Bucky..." You didn't have the words to say as you joined him in the array of flowers.

"Belle. I love you, I have loved you since the minute I saw you on the side of the road. From the second you wrapped your arms around me on my bike for the first time. The first night we spent together and every night since then I have known that I would spend the rest of my life with you. I promise I will make dinner every night if that's what it takes." You grinned at the little inside joke, tears pouring down your cheeks as he got down on one knee.

"Make me the happiest idiot in the world and marry me?"

"Of course I will. I love you."

[ailoda]

updated: 09.03.25

ᯓ★ series

Undisclosed (❤❅✘): desperate to outrun a secret that could cost you your life, you seek refuge in a small mountain town. Its deep forests and small cabins make it the perfect place to hide, but the travel website hadn’t mentioned anything about the quiet, burly lumberjack that wouldn’t leave your thoughts. No one had warned Bucky about you either. - lumberjack!au (@pellucid-constellations)

Just One Kiss (❤❅): Bucky Barnes has been chasing after you since he was ten years old, but you’re determined not to give in. How long can you hold out when all he’s asking for is just one kiss? (@sarahwroteathing)

For the Love of the Game (❤❅✘): Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it. (@pellucid-constellations)

Twin Flames (❤❅): Grumpy x Sunshine Series - avengers!reader (@anonymityisfunwriter)

↪︎ Two Sides of the Same Coin (❤❅): TFATWS Version.

Guiding Light (❤❅✘): it was supposed to be a simple mission. Get the intel and go home. Until everything goes wrong and you’re taken captive by Hydra. While you struggle to stay alive and hold your sanity, Bucky begins to lose himself to a darkness and gives into the soldier because he doesn’t know how to breathe without you. Not until he brings you home. If he even can. (@wkemeup)

Decades Apart (❤❅✘): what if Bucky decided to return to 1949 with Steve? Back to his old life, back to the world he knew. Back to the love of his life that he couldn't - wouldn't - forget, even though they were decades apart. (@catharsisfalls)

Ashes to Embers (❤❅✘): when an unfortunate event forces you to confront the crush you’ve had on your neighbour since you moved in, you learn that Bucky knows you better than you know yourself. As the two of you grow closer, how does he deal with his past without pushing you away? - firefighter!au (@redwing4life)

By Any Other Name (❤❅✘): when Agent Barnes is assigned undercover within Hydra, he finds himself drawn to the woman who doesn’t seem to belong in this world of violence, the wife to the head of Hydra… you. - detective/fbi!au (@wkemeup)

My Own Soul’s Warning (❤❅✘): this is a series of one-shots that revolve around you, a cosmic entity who falls in love with Bucky Barnes and sacrifices everything.(@aquaticmercy)

Southpaw (❤❅✘): tied up in the criminal world your godfather has built, you have no reason to leave, until you find one in the man they call Southpaw. - boxer!au (@gogolucky13)

Delicate Edges (❤❅✘): your family’s beloved flower shop was not the only thing you inherited when your parents passed. Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, you bear the cost of your father’s desperate bargain. It’s only in moments when the charming Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. The border is crumbling. You’re trapped in the middle. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe. (@wkemeup)(warning: sexual harassment)

Honey, There Is No Right Way (❤❅✘): when you agree to be the feared mobster Bucky Barnes’ sugar baby, you expect to get enough money to pay your bills. what you don’t expect is to fall head over heels for him. (@bonky-n-steeb)

Yours To Wield (❤❅✘): with the enemy threatening to obliterate your family, you’re left with no choice but to take the hit just so he would spare your loved ones. Belonging to a mafia family requires sacrifices to be made at every step, and in order to save your family you make the ultimate one - you offer yourself up to the enemy. Bucky Barnes isn’t a man one negotiates with, he owns this city and whatever he says is considered law. But when you come to him with an irresistible offer, he bends his own rules for you. What starts out as an agreement becomes so much more, and the two of you find love where it wasn’t supposed to be. But rare are the love stories which don’t include some sort of war. (@sinner-as-saint)

Brotherhood & Bullets (❤❅✘): the 107th motorcycle club had always and would always be the protectors of their small, charming hometown — such a responsibility required strong shoulders to uphold the weight of it all. Your venture to their town would harbour twists and turns for you to navigate, all while you became the angel on the President’s shoulder; the tips of your angelic wings tinged red by your own demons. (@vesearlee) (links to AO3)

Call Me Baby (❤✘): returning to Brooklyn for the summer after a year of travelling from city to city, you hadn’t expected to find your best friend, Peggy Carter, hopelessly in love with a biker, and when she decided to introduce you to the rest of his club, you hadn’t expected to fall for one either — that was until you met one with pretty eyes and a habit of calling you baby. (@cherryrogers)

Starting Over (❤❅): when Bucky throws you out of the house for a betrayal and won't listen to your side of the story, you know the only way out is through - it's time to start over. Maybe this was never going to be your happy ending. - mob!au (@sashaisready)

Promise Me (❤❅): Y/N kept being reincarnated into the world for seemingly endless of lifetimes with the lasting, vivid memories of her past lover during the 40's, Sargent James B. Barnes. While she thought this was a 'punishment' for her sins, she was also unknowingly oblivious to the fact that James was still alive somewhere, almost forever frozen in the time. (@winterarmyy) (warning: graphic violence. deaths. mention of suicide)

Bad Romance (❤❅✘): in Brooklyn, everyone knows the unwritten rule: you don’t cross James Barnes. When you return after nearly half a decade, things are anything but the same. After the murder of your Uncle, you begin to learn that no one is who they say they are, and that you may have accidentally given your heart to a mobster; The White Wolf of Brooklyn. More dangerous than that, he’s given you his. (@samthemarvelfan)

Tempestuous (❤❅✘): with his kingdom flourishing in peace, and no threats from enemies; recently crowned King - James Buchanan Barnes sets out at sea. With his finest ship, the best crew ever recruited, and a deep desire to see whether the edge of the world truly exists; the King sets sail. Hoping to find the marvels of the ocean, to find beauty and magic even; however he ends up finding a fiery soul – one he cannot get enough of. But then again, no love story is ever perfect, is it? (@sinner-as-saint)

Promises (❤❅): when your parents are murdered in cold blood, you turn to the most feared man on the east coast for answers. (@preciousbarnes) (warning: graphic depictions of murder)

Missing Piece (❤❅): when Bucky first arrived to the compound, Steve was his only friend and the only person he trusted himself around. That is until Steve introduces him to you, his best friend. Bucky was fascinated by how often you and Steve would hug each other. It had been a very long time since anyone had touched him in such a loving way and it didn’t take long before Bucky found himself craving your touch, but whenever you’d get too close he would flinch as if someone had hit him. His trauma still too fresh a wound for him to be comfortable with someone touching him. Then one day, he finally fights his instincts and let you touch him. He hadn’t realized how truly touch starved he was until he feels the warmth of your skin against his. Something clicks for the both of you in that moment, you had found your missing piece. As long as you were with each other, you were home. You both tried to fool yourselves into thinking you were just friends, really close friends. Friends that needed to be together almost every minute of every day and who needed to hold each other to be able to sleep at night. (@likeahorribledream)

Beneath The Milky Twilight (❤❅✘): being Mr. Barnes’ personal assistant has been tough, balancing a full time job while taking care of your younger brothers has you running yourself thin. Then, things take a sharp turn after a dinner with your boss when you disclose your financial situation. (@bucksangel)

The Witness (❤❅✘): owner of a bar full of criminals, maybe you shouldn’t be surprised when you’re the sole witness to a hydra hit. In comes Detective Barnes, the quick-witted, flirtatious cop who somehow became a regular at your misfit bar. When he takes it upon himself to ensure your safety off the books, you learn to rely on someone else for a change and find you don’t mind it at all. Not when it’s him. (@wkemeup) (warning: torture and descriptions of violence)

Heart of Steel (❤❅✘): Sir James is known throughout the lands as the most fearsome and honorable warrior. Ballads have been written about him. Men fear him. He is the most trusted knight of the King Henry. So why has he given up the glories of war and pledged his loyalty to Princess Y/N? (@invisibleanonymousmonsters)

new! In The Name of Love & Law (❤❅✧): this collection follows the love story between Detective Bucky Barnes and you, one of the most notorious prosecutors in New York, working alongside the detectives of the Brooklyn homicide precinct. In the midst of navigating the chaos of your jobs, you also have to navigate the growing feelings between you and Bucky that seem to be going nowhere no matter how hard you try to ignore them... (@elixirfromthestars)

new! Like a Phoenix (❤❅): an attack on your palace thrusts your only hope for survival into the hands of a mercenary who is forced to protect you, all due to a vow he made many years before. Though, those are circumstances neither of you have chosen. (@marvelstoriesepic)