#bucky x gender neutral reader

[ru-xia]

Bucky: Are you an idiot!? Why the fuck would you go out there!? Do you want to be killed!?

Y/n: So what if I am an idiot!? You do the same thing!

Bucky: It’s different when I get out there!

Y/n: Oh really!? How is it different!?

Bucky: Because you're not allowed to get injured!

Y/n: And you are!?

Bucky: Yes!

Y/n: That's absolutely stupid!

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Sam: So how long does this normally last?

Steve completely done with the bullshit: They'll be back to normal after they've fucked it out of their systems.

[miss---lu]

Pampering Bucky

He was finally back from his mission. Tired and covered in blood he barely made it to the couch. He groaned as he sat on the couch. He felt bad getting some of the blood on the cushions, but that would be a problem for another day. Before he knew it he had fallen asleep.

Unfortunately he didn’t have a restful sleep. Tossing and turning, he finally awoke to someone sitting on the coach with him.

His voice came out as a groan, “Oh darling, did I wake you?”

You smiled softly as you shook your head no. “I woke up and needed a glass of water. When I came in I saw you on the couch. Come up to bed.”

“Darling I would love to, but as you can see I’m covered in grime. And too tired to shower.”

You grabbed his metal hand in yours and slowly he started to stand up. Moving him up the stairs you led him to the bathroom.

“Bucky, lean against the counter. I’ll help clean you up.”

Bucky leaned against the counter and let out a content sigh as you brought a warm wash clothe to his face. Cleaning away the dried blood and dirt he started to relax.

Your tender touch made him feel safe. It was very different from Hydra and how he used to be treated.

Next you moved to unbuttoning his shirt to get to his chest and arms. After cleaning his body you moved to cleaning his metal arm. Slowly getting the gunk out of the chinks of metal Bucky let out a tired groan.

You slowly brought his head down and pressed a kiss to his lips. You smiled as you pulled away.

“You’re all clean, now come to bed.”

[ace-of-gay]

ok so Stucky’s little struggles with sensory issues & recently their hair has been bothering them because the length is causing the hair to touch their neck & shoulders. so Stucky takes them to get their hair cut at a salon. this causes a tantrum because salons can be very overwhelming. Stucky of course isn’t mad at their little because they understand that it is just too much sensory stimulation for their little & it’s hard to process that especially in little space. afterwards, their little feels so much better with their haircut.

I just had to do this over the weekend. I have thick curly hair & especially with what I do, it was beginning to become too much. it was hard to manage, causing sensory issues, & giving me gender dysphoria. I actually cut it myself because I’m a broke college student 😂 it didn’t turn out too bad. it is definitely shorter than I intended but it’s just hair & it’ll grow back so it doesn’t bother me.

anyways I would love to see you write this

💖

Too long

Stucky x little neurodivergent reader

Word count: 1,506 words.

Warnings: Reader is sensory averse, mentions of barbershops, scissors, slight meltdown'ish behavior, sensory issues, hair combing/ brushing meaning physical contact, etc.

Age regression is a coping mechanism, if your not knowledgeable and uncomfortable of the topic either read up on it or ignore please <3

No gender, weight, ethnicity or hair type mentioned, reader is at least slightly able bodied in this

Gn reader

90% edited to the best of my ability

Dont like it dont read it especially when theres warnings

It’d been a year and a half of you letting your hair grow out, the goal was a year potentially two if it wasn’t too bad but your hair grows fast and the weight of it being different now from when you had it cut is definitely a feeling that can make you turn on goals.

You made the goal a week after the haircut having already forgotten the burden of it touching your neck and covering your ears.

Hats were now impossible unless you tied it up but than there’d be an uneven feeling against the top of your head and that was not a desired sensation you’d wish to put yourself through.

There weren’t any safe hairstyles that you were able to comfortably do without them tugging on sections or it feeling uneven no matter the help you got from either of your carers.

Steve at shield for a business related event meant you were left with Bucky for the day, he tried his best to implement brushing your hair as a routine part of your day but the tug and pull hurt so had you’d whimper and writher in your spot if someone was brushing it for you often leading to you getting upset and telling them they’re doing it wrong even though they were just as gentle as you were, you would take over and do your very best but no matter how easy it was to get the brush through your hair it still hurt and the bristles and teeth of brushes and combs hurt so bad and felt like rakes in you scalp, currently you were sitting on the counter top infront of the mirror as Bucky carefully brushed and combed your hair.

Your face turned down in a winced frown, tears threating to spill from your glossy eyes, "bubby please stop, hurts bad, i try now" you whimpered trying your very best to keep from taking your painful frustration out on him, he could hear you slipping, "alrighty little bee, I’m going to make a snack for us, ill be right back, just shout of you need me"

you hated brushing your hair so much that you would help Bucky with his so he wouldn't feel the pain you felt.

It was always such an intimate and gentle thing for him, on stressful days where he felt stuck in a mindset that wasn't comfortable he would ask if you’d like to help him do his hair, often leading to him sitting on the floor in front of you how you do with him, carefully working your way through his hair.

He refrained from telling you that the pain and discomfort was probably just a sensory issue possibly allodynia, he feared if you knew it would make you feel lonely and not understood in the struggle.

Gliding the brush through your hair it would get through but it was a struggle.

Once so far into the struggle and pain it became a ticking time bomb for lashing out, a grumble as you tug one last time with no success, you take the brush from your hair, a broken sob taking it in both hand "j-jus stop hurtin mee please hurts so bad i gon break you, i hate youu!" followed by you throwing the offending brush to the floor, getting down from the counter you open Steve and Bucky’s hair styling kit, taking out the scissors and grabbing a chunk of your hair.

Bucky heard the ruckus and knew what was coming, making his way to the bathroom as quickly as he could while keeping a calm composure, he wished with all his heart that he could help you how you do him.

rounding the corner into the bathroom to see you holding the scissors in one hand and some hair in the other, tears burning trails into your cheeks.

"Hey honey bee, lets not do that, sharp objects are dangerous, can you please hand me the scissors precious? "Your  trembly little hands slowly move to carefully hand Bucky the scissors that he sets aside out of reach, pulling you into a hug.

"I know it hurts baby, do you want to research some sensory friendly hairstyles and talk to Stevie about going to the barber tomorrow?  Does that sound okay?"

Reluctantly nodding into his chest he places a feather light kiss to the top of your head, you definitely weren't paying complete attention because normally you wouldn't even consider the barber shop but he carries on for the time being, picking you up taking you to relax in the living room, no more brushing for today.

Steve waking in you hurriedly set your sippy down to go greet him at the door, bouncing on your toes waiting for him to take off his jacket and set his keys down, with every bounce you could feel the ends hit the sides of your face, neck, and your ears, quickly shaking your head to get the feeling to stop and you halt your excited stim, "dada i get haircut tomorrow please?" Still having convinced yourself that its an at home haircut.

Bucky had already briefed him on the decisions of today and the hope for tomorrow over text, also letting him know that youre not exactlyaware it was for a barbershop haircut but alas it was necessary.

"I don’t see why not little bee, has bubby helped you decide what style you want?" Nodding you take his hand pulling him to the couch to show him the picture Bucky saved.

The next day came quickly with you excited for your sensory freedom from pain and discomfort, it finally dawned on you where youre getting the haircut because of your comfort stuffy being safely tucked away in your bag, your hand in both Bucky’s and Steve’s about to walk out of the house when you stopped, terror in your eyes, they dont let go but instead hold slightly tighter onto your hands for what came next, you dropped all of your weight to the floor, there was no way a stranger in a loud building was getting near you with a pair of scissors.

Managing to tear your hands from theirs you sprint off to your playroom hiding in the back of your closet with your comfort stuffie.

They knew this was coming, its no suprise youre terrified,  you only ever acted out when you were uncomfortable or scared so soothing you was the bis step "Baby i know you dont like salons, i promise daddy wouldn't take you to a bad place, its a sensory safe salon, no music, just us and two workers, does that sound okay?" Bucky soothed through the door It honestly did, it sounded much better than a normal barber shop.

you wearily walk into the hair salon for your appointment and like bucky had stated it was a very sensory safe environment which relieved some of the worry.

Being called over you sit in the chair as Bucky shows the hairdresser your choice Steve hands you your comfort stuffie "youre okay baby, i know its scary but we'll be just over there and we wont let anything bad happen to you" you nod and take a few breaths with him and than heads back over to the wait area.

"Quite the change, you’re gonna look amazing, the stylist cheers"

Going forth and doing your hair as decided the stylist makes sure to be as gentle as possible, knowing that your hair is an issue for you she makes the haircut go as quick and smoothly as possible, last in the process she picks up the comb and in that moment you clench your eyes shut taking deep breaths, holding tightly onto your stuffy, the comb easily glides through your hair a breath of relief. the change brought you much comfort, your hair no longer touching you face, neck or ears, brushing no longer feeling like a metal hose clamp to its tightest position and ripping your hair from your delicate scalp, now it felt like nothing, it was perfect.

The hair stylist unclips the cape cover and lets you head over to you daddies, a big grin upon your face, you shake your head rapidly, it felt like wind in the trees, ease and comfort, Bucky went to pay while you show Steve your new hair, "you look so good little love", bucky joins you both with a smile, "you did so good baby im so proud of you".

Stepping out into the slight breeze it felt so good and freeing.

The next while would feel amazing, being able to go about your days with fewer stressors, Bucky loves seeing you start your days with less discomfort and irritation from your hair being an issue, in all aspects its just hair, it doesn't depict who you are its grows back and it can be once again cut, and when that time comes youre certainnext time wont be so scary now that youve found a safe place.

Thank you so much lovely for requesting such a wonderful idea, i really hope this does your idea justice <3

[our-destiny]

Day 8 of @creativepromptsforwriting's 30 Days Writing Challenge - Write about finding a new hobby

A/N: I am once again embracing my comfort zone with open arms and writing more Yandere Bucky. I find it's not as fun writing something unless it needs trigger warnings :] Also this isn't technically him 'finding' a new hobby but I think it counts

Content / Trigger Warnings: Stalking, stealing, mention of accidental killing - if I missed any please let me know

I am not responsible for the media you consume, read the warnings, minors DNI

30 Days Writing Challenge Masterlist

Word count: 347

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Bucky has a hobby. It might not be the most socially acceptable hobby but it made him happy and that's what mattered. Plus, it's not like you'd ever find out. You'd never catch his leering gaze from across the room, the way his eyes rove over your body, appreciating every curve and dip. Watching you gave him a sense of security; as long as he's got eyes on you and is only a few feet away nobody could ever hurt you. He won't let them. Having you in his field of vision, knowing that you are breathing and living gives him a sense of peace. Bucky doesn't know what he'd do if he lost you. If he loses you, he loses himself; you are a part of him, you are his entire heart, his every breath belongs to you, every therapy session is so he can be a better man for you, to someday maybe be worthy of your presence. Maybe. He doesn't mind admiring from a distance for now. The pile of your stolen underwear will keep him from doing anything too rash; something that might make you upset. The thought of being the cause of your distress panicked Bucky, made him break out into a sweat like when he'd wake up from a nightmare. Luckily, those had died down since he started watching you (stalking is an ugly word, Bucky doesn't like it, he's not stalking you he's keeping you safe), his dreams were mostly filled with you now, but occasionally it'd be about his time as the Winter Soldier. The worst was when it'd be both, he'd get nightmares about accidentally being too rough and killing you, the picture of your lifeless body in his arms would prompt him to visit you while you're sleeping, hearing your heart beat and your slow breaths would calm him right down. But he'd never hurt you. Never. He only wants to protect you and eventually actually talk to you and have a conversation. Until then you wouldn't find out about his hobby. He'd make sure of that.

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[fridayiaminlove]

Just need sleep, together if possible

Pairing: Bucky x reader (can be platonic or not) (descriptions of the reader: has a foot, a hand and is able to speak)

Summary: Bucky wants sleep and his body needs it. He doesn't want to be alone though.

Warnings: warmth, sleeping with someone on the same bed (non sexually), slight insecurity on Bucky's side

Word count: 350- 400 ish?

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You heard the click of the door opening and immediately knew who was there. Keeping your eyes shut and breathing even, you wait, wait for his next move.

You meant it when you told Bucky he can come to your room to sleep, to talk or just for silent company whenever he wants.

His brooding closed off personality is a great front but you know he doesn't like his cold, dark room, doesn't like sleeping on the floor or his bed and after the first time he slept in your room because of a nightmare, you told him he's always welcomed. Since then you always leave space on one side of the bed . No one likes being lonely

You also know if you woke up and told him to come in he'd just be embarassed and make some excuse to go back, so you remain there, still as possible.

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Bucky was overthinking this he knew that. He knew you were serious about him sleeping in your room, still ofcourse he felt like an invader.

But god he wanted to sleep, his floor is rock and his bed a marshmallow, his mind doesn't allow him to sleep on either of those.

You though, are very comfortable- your bed he means. It's warm, he likes it- he likes you, And right now he likes sleep.

He creeps inside, slowly closing the door behind him, trying not to wake your sleeping form, facing away from him. He lies down in the empty space beside you, you always seem to sleep in a corner.

'What now' his mind wonders staring at the ceiling uncomfortably still. 'God this is a bad idea'

He starts to get up. You turn. He stares. You don't.

Lifting your body slightly, you pull the sheets over him ultimately stopping him from going back. Bucky studies you, so close to his vibranium arm now.

Before lying back down you raise the sheets with your foot and throw them over his feet.

Safe.

He watches you lie back down and close your hand around his, pressing your forehead to his bicep "I am here okay, whenever" you whisper before moving back to your side.

Warmth. The sheets are warm.

Comfort. His shoulders drop

Relief. He's glad he came.

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A/n: just a short blurb I wrote at 2am. Constructive criticism is needed. Help. All mistakes are mine.

[wintersmetal]

🎸 ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱᴛᴀʀ | ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ

pairing: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x G/N!Reader

word count: 2.3K

summary: You’re a big fan of the Winter Soldier, a rockstar who just so happened to come to your local town. At the concert, though, flirty things begin to happen–and suddenly, you’ve gotten closer to the musician than any other fan

warnings/content: drinking [small mention a few times], flirting, long-haired bucky

note: hello, hello. this is my first time posting for the marvel fandom, so please be gentle if this doesn't seem entirely accurate. reblogs/likes and comments are greatly appreciated, and thank you for reading.

Bodies were pressed up against one another, surrounding the small elevated stage like moths to a lamp. Hands extended towards the stage, palms open and splayed to try and get a touch at the musicians. It was stuffy and cramped, and your drink did not seem to help cool you down. There you stood, though, too stubborn to move with the flood of people. You had pushed against what felt like a hoard of millions to get to this spot and you are not letting it go that easily.

You needed to see the infamous Winter Soldier up close and personal. 

You didn’t expect him to come to this small of an area. You lived in a quaint town with not a lot of action–the most exciting attractions were the mall stocked with stores that were typically too far, and the bar you were currently standing in. When he had released the tour dates and areas, your eyes had honed in on the familiar name of the bar, followed by a date and a time–all three had seemingly fallen right into place in your schedule. Coupled with the fact that this was a free show, you had come to the bar extremely early. 

Sure enough, other people had, too. You were determined to get front row,

though, and had even teamed up with a group of fellow fans in order to form an impenetrable wall and walk yourselves up to the front. That plan had worked in your favor. Now here you were, standing right where you wanted to be: front and center with a beer in your hand. 

The stage of the bar was lit with no musicians present. However, you knew their

arrival would be any moment now. You tried to peek around the curtains but couldn’t make anything out of the shadows behind the fabric. You took a heavy swig of your beer, trying to keep yourself from dehydrating in the middle of the concert. Though, it probably wasn’t the best thing for you to be drinking. 

Suddenly, the lights dimmed in the bar. The stage lights got brighter. You felt your heart racing in your chest. The beer felt colder. The room was tighter. Everyone began yelling and begging for the Winter Soldier to come out. You tried to drown out the high-pitched yells directly behind you by taking another sip of your beer, but the sound of you swallowing in your ears didn’t seem to cancel out the noise. You weren’t too annoyed by all the yelling, though. It’s common concert practice. You expected this bar to be pretty empty aside from the fans however, so the noise was a bit unfortunate. 

Your heart skipped a beat as you saw the Winter Soldier walk out onto the stage. He was sporting his longer hair pulled back into a small half-up half-down hairstyle, and his beard was perfectly trimmed to be husky but presentable. His left hand was resting on the curvature of his guitar, while his right hand was holding the neck of the instrument. His fingers were placed between the third and fourth fret, playing with the strings and making sure he was comfortable with his placement. He wore a black tee with his logo on the right corner, a bright red star with a silver outline, and black jeans that flare at the bottom. To finish off the ‘rocker’ aesthetic, he had chunky black boots that stomped against the wooden stage with force. 

He moved his left arm and ran his fingers along his chin, as if preparing himself for the concert. He looked rugged in the best way possible: a little darkness under his eyes from the light of the bar, strands of his hair resting right on the top of his shoulder, and his muscles flourishing under the fluorescent spotlight. He moved his hand away from his face and to the strings of the guitar, pulling a few and slapping them against his fingers.

Finally, he moved his hand up along the metal strings and down across all six of them while his right hand on the frets moved along, creating a pleasant chord that echoed through the bar. As the note reverberated through the speakers, the cheering only grew in volume, begging for the concert to start with this song or that song. You, on the other hand, kept your lips sealed and clung to your beer.

Time seemed to slow as the Winter Soldier looked down at the crowd. You were looking up at him, a smile tugging at your face. You couldn’t resist breaking out into an excited grin, something gleeful; you were a child in a candy shop looking at the newest sweets. Your toothy smile even reached the corners of your eyes, creating a small crease in the skin. 

Suddenly, you were staring into ocean-blue eyes from where you were standing. You felt the beer slowly start to slip from your grip as you stared at the Winter Soldier. Something twinkled in his eyes as he stared right back at you. You felt pride in your chest as he began to smile at your expression. You were the reason he was smiling. Nobody else in that bar mattered except for you two. 

It seems as though everyone else’s eyes were on you, too. You broke away from his stare and looked at the fan next to you, who simply stared at you in wonder that the entire scene had happened. 

“Nobody’s ever made him smile like that.” The woman said, sipping her own beer. She held out her beverage for a toast, to which you happily clinked your half-empty bottle against hers. “Congrats.”

“I highly doubt that,” you replied. “I’m sure he’s smiled plenty of times.”

“Not like that, honey.” The woman laughed to herself and turned her head toward the stage, cheering on the Winter Soldier like normal.

You stood there, listening to your own wonder in your head. You were the first time he’s smiled ‘like that’. ‘Like that’: that phrase repeated throughout your head. Surely it was the fan trying to get into your head, but the thought of you being the reason why he smiled the way he did was enough to set your heart ablaze. It made your hands feel fuzzy and your smile doubled in size. 

You proceeded to keep this grin throughout the whole concert, going against your own vow to stay silent during the music. You began to sing along to some of your favorite songs as you watched the Winter Soldier play, mesmerized by the way he worked his hands along the guitar. It was truly something different, seeing the musician play in-person and this up close: you got to see the sweat bead against his brow, hear his voice much clearer and crisper, and feel the way his eyes lingered over you each time he finished a song. 

His gaze made you shrink in on yourself just a bit, but it was the best feeling to wash over you in ages. It was like the warmth of the bar was merely a candle flame compared to the heat growing in your chest. On top of all of the gazes you two made at each other, he made a few obvious winks and flirtatious whispers in-between songs. The one that set you on fire was when he finished the second-to-last song: he pressed his lips against the microphone as he stopped his singing, almost like he was kissing it, and looking directly at you. To anyone else, this was just part of the rockstar act. To you and your imagination, though, it was a way of him saying he wanted to kiss you. You chose to believe your imagination, unable to swallow down the desire in your throat. 

Once the concert ended, you were the first to move away from the stage and out of the crowd. You decided that you needed to sit down and take a breather. It was swelteringly hot in the bar and you knew that if you looked at the Winter Soldier any longer, you would collapse from the heat in your chest and heart. 

You looked over and saw him greeting his fans, signing autographs and taking photos with them. You smiled to yourself. Something about him going from this tough rockstar to a softie made your heart burn.  You turned toward the bartender and asked for another beer. You paid for your tab and took the beer in your hand, the cold condensation of the bottle cooling you off. 

You kept your gaze off the crowd of fans and instead began chatting up the bartender who returned the conversation with ease. It was nice to talk to someone who wasn’t a fan and wouldn’t feed into your desires. Said desires began to dissipate as you came to your senses and sipped on your cold beer. 

“Is this seat taken?” A voice cut through the long conversation you and the bartender were having. You looked over and felt your heart race. 

The Winter Soldier was standing next to the empty chair beside you, one hand leaning against the back of the barstool. The other was running through his hair, wiping the sweat off his brow. 

“No, not at all.” You looked back to the bartender who winked at you. “Um, hi.”

“Hi.” The Winter Soldier ordered a drink and turned the stool to face you. “No need to be so shy.”

You felt a blush spread across your cheeks. “I’m not trying to be.”

“Names’s James, but most of my friends call me Bucky.” He offered his hand. “You are?”

You stated your name with a small hesitance in your voice. You couldn’t believe this was happening. 

“What a nice name.” Bucky smiled at you. He turned his attention to the bartender who gladly offered him his drink.

You sat there a bit awkwardly as he took a sip of his drink. You didn’t know what to say or do in the presence of your biggest celebrity crush. He was eyeing you up again, this time through the corners of his eyes. Accompanying this look was a smug smirk, something that made your heart flutter. 

“It was a really good set, Bucky.” You felt a bit weird calling him by his name, but he seemed to glow as you did. 

“You think so?” He put his drink down on top of the countertop and fully faced you. “That means a lot, coming from you.”

You began to glow under his praise. “Um–”

“There you go, getting all shy.” He laughed. “It’s cute.”

You felt your face fully burn bright red. You didn’t know what to do, so you just laughed at his comment and took a heavy swig of your beer. “Thank you?”

“Why is it a question?” He leaned closer to you, and you noticed the height difference between the two of you. 

“I’m just–” You looked away from him and cleared your throat. “I’m really nervous.”

“Is it because you’re a fan?” Bucky took a sip of his drink. “Because, in all honesty, I shouldn’t be talking to you like this.”

You perked up a bit at that. “Why’s that?”

“Because what if you fall in love with me?” He smirked. “Plus, all the paparazzi and flashing lights. You know, the usual.”

“The usual is me falling in love with you?” You choked out.

“No, sweetheart.” He put his hand on top of yours and squeezed it gently. “You’re adorable.”

You swallowed. “Ah.”

He laughed yet again, this time with his whole chest. It was comforting and warm, a side of him you got to see that maybe nobody else gets to. You felt special.

“Say, why don’t I give you my number?”

“Huh?” You looked at him in surprise. “I really don’t know–”

“Do you not want to?” His tone got a bit more serious, and he looked at you with soft but determined eyes. “Just say the word and I’ll leave you be.”

“Why me?” You asked. “That’s all I want to know.”

“I thought you were incredibly pretty. On top of that, I want to get to know you as Bucky and not my stage name. You know me as the ‘Winter Soldier’, but something in you wants to know Bucky, right?”

He read your mind. You nodded your head and smiled at him. “Yeah, I’d like to know Bucky.”

“Good.�� He put his hand out as a silent question for your phone.

You pulled your phone out of your back pocket and handed it to him unlocked. He tapped around a few times before finally typing in his number. He handed your phone back to you.

“Make sure you text me, okay?” Bucky smiled at you and polished off his drink. “I’ll be waiting.” He sounded eager.

You couldn’t help but grin like you did during the concert. You tried to hide it with the bottle of your beer but couldn’t stop it from poking out behind the bottle. You nodded your head, giddy and excited like a kid in a candy store. 

“Of course, Bucky.”

“I love the way you say my name,” Bucky replied, standing up from the barstool. “I could listen to you say it all day.” 

With that last statement, he left the bar through the back door. You watched him leave, waving to him as he waved to you. You sat on your stool for a few more seconds before getting up, placing your half-empty bottle on top of the countertop. You pulled out your phone and typed in ‘James’ at first, but no contact popped up. You then tried ‘Bucky,’ and there he was.

You shot him a small text saying ‘Hello’ with your name in it. As you went to put your phone back into your pocket, you felt it vibrate against your palm. 

‘Glad you decided to get to know me. ;)’

[and-knowing-is-half-the-battle]

Spare Me All Your Sympathy

FATWS!Bucky x gn!reader

Warnings: verbal abuse, flashbacks, angst, a lil fluff at the end. No use of Y/N.

Summary: Bucky struggles with whether to break off an abusive relationship. 

Length: 1k

Song: Sympathy by Too Close to Touch

I do not give permission to repost this work. 

Gif credit to @thewintersoldier​ (how many people did you kill to get that handle??)

He growled and threw his phone with force across the room, where it stuck into the drywall like a blade. Like the blades he felt like he was swallowing right now. He took a moment to compose himself, running his flesh hand down his face before assessing the damage. He stepped over to tug the phone out of the wall, the screen splintering even in his ginger grip. 

A numb feeling of defeat settled in his chest as he made a mental note to replace it in the morning, his clock currently showing 3:12am. May as well try to get some rest. He strode to the bedroom and stripped down his boxers before standing before the sink, his hands propped on the sink as he stared into the mirror. 

“Why is it always about you?” Her eyes were hard as she stared him down. “I can’t even have one night.”

He averted his eyes, guilt rising like bile in his throat. She was right. He always needed so much. Too much. It was unfair to expect of anyone. 

“Call me when you grow up,” she spat before storming out, leaving him in the silence of being alone. You knew this already, he told himself. You knew you were going to end up alone. 

He willed himself to move, splashing water on his face and feeling it drip down his chin to the chain of the dog tags ever hanging around his neck. He grabbed a towel and held it to his face, trying to ground himself. 

“If I hear ‘Steve’ one more time, I’m going to lose it,” 

He cringed at her tone, opening his mouth to respond - 

“And don’t you dare say ‘sorry’ again. I swear you only know two words. God, it’s pathetic. It’s a wonder you had a friend at all. You’re lucky I’m so patient.” 

He put the towel down, reaching for his toothbrush and flinching when he rubbed the spot in his cheek that he habitually bit down on. 

“You said to be there at 7!” He yelled, losing his temper again. 

“I said 6:30 and you fucking know it,” she screamed back. “It was humiliating waiting for you. I can’t believe you would be so inconsiderate.” 

“I’m inconsiderate?! I have to constantly think about what you want. But nothing is enough! Why the fuck do I bother?”

“Why the fuck DO you bother?” Her jaw set as her tone changed to ice. “You’ll never get it right with that fried fucking brain of yours.” 

He flipped off the light and lowered himself to the floor on his makeshift bed. He had the urge to see if she had replied to his message before remembering his broken phone, scoffing out loud. He found a decent position and closed his eyes, willing his jaw to relax. 

Her hand moved down his stomach to the waistband of his sweats, when he suddenly jolted and broke off the kiss. 

“What is it baby?” She crooned. He lightly grabbed her wrist, shaking his head, unable to find his words. She sighed, withdrawing her hand. 

“What happened?” 

He shook his head again, screwing his eyes shut to stop the tears that threatened to escape. When he didn’t answer for several moments, she turned away from him in the dark, laying on her pillow. “I wish you would just talk to me. It’s so frustrating. Goodnight, I guess.” 

He tossed his blanket off, the air suddenly too close. He laid flat on his back, his metal arm slung over his eyes. Just a little rest. That’s all he needed. 

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The light stung his tired eyes, despite his sunglasses, as he made his way down the sidewalk. He gripped his coffee in one hand, the small plastic bag with his new phone in the other. He found himself anxious to turn it on, unsure if he could handle seeing what she said next. She had broken it off again last night, of course making sure to take a few more shots at him in the process. He was wrestling with whether to try to repair things or delete her number and forget the whole thing. Maybe dating was a lost cause. Maybe he didn’t want to heal a heart that was just going to break. 

As he turned the corner, distracted by his thoughts, he bumped into something and lost his grip on his coffee. 

Your eyes were wide with surprise as you looked up at him before you spluttered out an apology. 

“Oh my goodness. I am so sorry! And your coffee!!” It had tumbled to the ground, slowly running across the sidewalk in dark streaks. You immediately bent to retrieve the cup and lid, making note of the logo before depositing it in the nearby public trash can. “I’ll buy you a new one. What a klutz!”

It took him a moment to realize he hadn’t moved or responded at all and you were trying to gauge his reaction. 

“Oh, it’s fine. My fault, really,” he finally said flatly.

“No, really. It would make me feel so much better to replace it. You’d be doing me a favor. Are you busy now? Bullseye is just a bit that way, right?” 

It was cute how flustered you were. He couldn’t help but smile a bit at how fast you were talking. There was something so open and ... warm about you. 

“You want to go all the way to Bullseye?” He sounded more agitated than he meant to.

“Well, it wouldn’t really be a replacement if we went to Spotlight,” you said, sticking your tongue out in mock disgust. He laughed despite himself and your resulting smile nearly knocked the wind out of him. 

Maybe it wasn’t a lost cause after all.  

[justagirlinafandomworld]

The Reason, The Answer

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Gender Neutral Reader

Song Prompt from Unclaimed Love Songs: From This Moment On by Shania Twain & Bryan White

Word Count: 155

A/N: Giving credit to this post as I think it largely inspired what's here.

He was cracked earth; the years lost to Hydra depleting his soil of everything good.

Then suddenly on his own, left to harsh winds of reality, any decisions made were purely born of survival, necessity, until Steve helped to plant him in the stable and nurturing earth of Wakanda.

There was peace for a little while.

Then the vast freedom of a world outside his time, outside of battle crashed over him like a tsunami, drowning him in infinite ways.

You rolled into his life like rumbling storm clouds, threatening lightning, and aloof winds to inspire a wildfire.

He gathered up his wasted self, intent on avoiding the destruction you promised, only to learn the only lightning you elicited was in your electric touch.

Your winds were gentle, refreshing, surprisingly uplifting.

And the wildfire you sparked inflamed his heart, his very soul, so that there was nothing he wouldn’t give of himself to keep you.

[zander-idgaf]

Bucky, where is my pencil?

Genre: crack, fluff

Summary: Bucky wanted to get your attention so he took your 'magic pencil' and now you are regretting the decision of giving him what wants. But in the end you get revenge.

If you want to be tagged just comment.

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You had left your Ipad and stylus on your desk in your room to go to the bathroom. As you do your business there is quite shuffling in your bedroom. So quite that you figured it was you imagining things.

You come out of the bathroom to see that your Ipad was turned off. You thought it just went o sleep. But when you push the on button it stayed dark. Now this made you uneasy, so you start looking for your stylus. It was gone.

Bucky pov

He sat in his closet clutching the weird pen thing that you draw on the tablet to his chest. He knew how much you loved to draw on your free time, but the both of you haven't send time with each other in awhile. He missed his friend and if he had to steal your beloved art wand...... He would.

He heard you stomp in the curse only to whip around and leave. He peeked into the hallway to see if he was clear. He sprinted for the training rooms.

Loki's pov

The browned haired man streaked by with a stick in his hand. He looked scared enough that Loki got up from the kitchen table and looked down the hall. When he turned around the soldier was gone down the hall.

Yn pov:

The damn moron didn't realize your 'wand' didn't work unless it was synced to a device. You watch him try to write on the white board in the training room. He didn't realize you were behind him. He grunts and scowls at the tool.

"She has the tech like Tony." He pauses and then looks at the white board. "He grabs a marker and starts writing.

Play pool with me!

He puts the marker up and turns to see you. "You could have asked."

"I have for the past week!"

"Well, you should really speak up when you do."

The man knew when he asked any of the Avengers to hang out with him, he gets shy and starts to mumble.

Side note:

Did he wake up with out his arm? Maybe. Did u hide it. No one knows. Let's just say he didn't sleep for two days looking for it.

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If you want to be tagged for the next fic I do comment. Same goes for requests. Also very sorry this is so short I did this while at work on break.

[annalisespider1]

Here's a link to my bucky x gender-neutral reader story on Google docs I hope you all enjoy it. I usually only write fluff so this is my first time I’m branching out to write smut.

[shamrockqueen]

Sleeping Beauty

(Gender Neutral version)

Pairing : Bucky X reader

Warnings : Somnophilia, Fucking a sleeping beauty, Smut

Word count : 1102

AO3 page link

Female version link

Since the person who inspired this fic identifies as non binary I decided to make two versions of it. That way their tribute would be better suited to them, and another version can be suited to myself as the writer.

He didn’t expect to wake up this late at night. Particularly hot by having his eyes assaulted by the little cuts of moonlight that streamed into the bedroom, to glint off the dark metal of his arm. He had to push himself out of bed to get up, and close the drapes just to escape it.

He turned back to the bed, and as his eyes readjusted to the darker room he saw your sleeping figure curled over on your side. He drew the comforter away to slip back underneath, only to have the sight of your sweet soft body catch his eye.

You had on one of his black t-shirts, and nothing else. You had a knack for sleeping naked and soon took a liking to wearing only a piece of his clothing to bed. A beautiful sight to see, and for a moment he just stood by and watched you softly sleep.

The moment passes and now he’s leaning in to press his large warm hand to your hip as he slides back into bed. He’s positioned at your back as if to act as the big spoon, arguably the best position to cuddle back into you.

But, instead of draping his hand over your waist he brought his fingers up towards his lips to properly wet his fingers, before they traveled down over the back of your ass to gravitate between your thighs. One digit circles the ring of your well trained fuck hole before pushing in with only a little resistance.

His soft sexy sleeping little slut opens up so well for him. He whispered as much, but only to himself with “I could just shove my cock right in. Couldn’t I, doll?”

You didn’t answer, and he didn’t expect one from you as he played with your limp body.

For now, he’s gentle. He only stirs his digits around enough to cause small moans to escape your partially parted lips. He has to make sure he won't wake his sleeping beauty, as well as to ensure he can slip in right away by stretching you on his fingers.

He turned further on his side as he took his hand away from your slick flower, causing you to let out a small semi-audible whine. He pressed his lips to the back of your ear to shush this brief inconvenience away, before pulling his cock from where it had tented his boxers.

He slips his flesh hand under the crook of your thigh as his metal one presses into the mattress to push under your waist so he can hold onto you better.

It helps keep you steady as he prods at your entrance with the tip of his stiffened cock. The saliva he’d slickened you with would have to do as he pressed harder at the ring until he breached it.

He presses himself all the way to the hilt and stills himself there for a moment. When he’s able to move without the fear of startling you, he begins gently pulling himself from you before gliding back in.

He gives only a few good hard thrusts, and you already feel like magic on his cock.

While in slumber your body still reacts to him perfectly as he continues his slow pace. Just a low slick drag of his cock along your inner walls, and pressing ever so gently on the sweetest spot within you.

Once he's taken a little he has to have more. He can't keep himself from wanting to bounce you against his thighs, and his muscles shiver as he holds himself off from just slamming his cock up into you.

The movement is enough to shake a little sleep out of your body and you start to mumble and whine at this stirring feeling deep inside you.

Your body is only turning slightly, but he takes it the whole way while cradling and petting your head. One hand weaves it’s fingers into your hair as the metal arm rolls you onto your belly.

He's behind you now, as your flat against the bed with your head in the pillow. He didn’t mean to jostle you too much, so with his cock still hard pressed of you he leans in near your ear to coo you back to sleep.

"Shhhhhhh. I know, I know it feels good. But I'm not done just yet, Doll. Go back to sleep for me, okay? I'll be gentle."

His metal fingers press into the side of your hips, as his other hand slides over your side and down your back to draw warmth from your skin.

He lets himself get a little faster, but still trying not to be too rough on you as you still wavered halfway in and out of sleep.

Your once heavy breathing turns into dainty, little whines that we're almost inaudible.

“It’s taking so much outta me to not just slam my cock into you, Baby.” His whispered growls could still just barely reach you in your twilight state. But, he wanted to take care of you, be gentle with you.

He could feel your tighten around him as you slowly came undone in his arms. Later you'll have recollection of this hot bright burst from between your legs and up your spine, only to have thought it was part of your dreams.

His muscles ached from the strain of having to hold back from just fucking the life out of your already limp body. The struggle of it was what made him cum as hard as he did. It made his balls strain, and his hips shook hard against the back of your thighs.

It's like his cock is stuttering as he digs his teeth into his lower lip. He tightens his grip on your hip, letting the metal of his fingers dig into your skin.

He can feel you shake a little around him, but soon your body goes back to being lip and warm in his hands. When the mind numbing glow wears away he lets himself slip out, and a stream of sticky white seed follows after him.

He presses a kiss to your cheek, feeling that your skin is hot under his lips. Yet, your breathing is even, with the light rumble of a soft snore.

Tomorrow morning you'll find the sticky mess he left between your legs, the remnants of last night's dreams will seem more and more real.

The gate of your walk will be off kilter as you get up and walk to the bathroom, and you’ll feel the warm remainder of his spendings spill out.

God wouldnt it be so hot if you shoved your cock in me in the middle of the night? You're pleasuring yourself with my body while I'm asleep and I just wake up ever so sleepy but your cock is just so warm and filling. You use your body weight to pin me to the bed and fill my pussy even deeper while whispering in my ear. "Shhhhhhh. I know, I know it feels good. But I'm not done just yet, love. Go back to sleep for me, okay? I'll be gentle."

Imagine waking up in the morning with a huge load deep inside you. Ugh. Craving that so bad rn.

[fixforthesoul]

OPEN LETTER TO FANFICTION WRITERS ON ACCESSIBILITY; PLEASE READ.

first of all, thank you for spending your time, seldom acknowledged and definitely deserving of a compensation you are not receiving, to entertain us. i’m speaking on behalf of more than just blind readers, but everyone. you’re sick as hell.

i’ve summoned you to provide some information you may not already know. i know a lot of you like fonts. especially those who cross post their work on wattpad. i admire any and all acts of aestheticism to a degree, and can understand the desire to use them. (blind folk, sorry y’all. momma’s making a point.) 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔣𝔣 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰, it’s cute. 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 is a little cuter to me, if i had to choose. or maybe 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈?

now, sighted folk: if you’re on mobile, i implore you to participate in a little exercise for me. select this text and scroll through all the copy/paste/define/‘search the web’ options until you get to the speak portion. if you need to change a setting for your phone to do so, would you mind? i’d really appreciate it.

please make your phone read aloud part of my post, and be sure to include any bits with those super cute fonts. 𝕚’𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒, 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖. 𝕚 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕝𝕪, 𝕚 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕠𝕤 𝕚 𝕔𝕒𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖.

whether you participated and discovered it for yourself or you thought this was a crock of shit you’d rather not sniff, i’ll tell you! screen readers cannot dictate words using those fonts. at least, on a majority of devices. not mine, or any of my mutuals elsewhere.

you do not have to change your behavior on my behalf, but please be aware that fonts limit access to your work.

blind readers do exist, i exist, and i am bound by the same feelings of dogged longing that make other sad horny bitches read angsty, smutty, father-wounded nonsense.

thanks for making it this far. i really hope my sincerity is being conveyed, reading makes me so happy and i’m not the only person on this app who relies on accessibility settings more often than not. do with this information what you will, and have the day you deserve!

[howlingscarlet]

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥

ㅤ♡ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Bucky Barnes x reader

ㅤ♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Bucky gets a little carried away during a scene.

ㅤ♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: smut, penetrative sex (readers anatomy not explicitly stated), rough sex, dom/sub dynamics (dom!bucky and sub!reader), safe word/signal used, un-negotiated choking, angst (hurt/comfort), slight sub drop and slight dom drop, Bucky carries reader (super solider strength), doll/sweetheart used for reader, aftercare

ㅤ♡ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,598

a/n: this is my first marvel fic I’ve ever finished :) I’ve been writing for another fandom on another account for almost a year now and was so focused on my wips for that one that I put all my marvel stuff on the back burner but a week ago I was suddenly struck with the motivation to finish this one! I hope you enjoy <3

Bucky needed to have control. You knew this, and welcomed it. After decades of being stripped of his agency and made to be a mindless follower he looked for that sense of authority over his own actions.

He never forced you to do anything you didn’t want to do. He made it clear that you were still calling the shots at the end of the day. He enjoyed the feeling of power that your pliancy provided, but it was your trust that mattered the most to him. He wanted to know that you trusted him to not really hurt you. That you didn’t see him as the monster everyone else saw.

You were more than willing to let him have that control, especially with how much consideration Bucky put into making you comfortable. It was a new dynamic to you, having never been one to explore the world of domination before. So you took it slow. Establishing boundaries, discussing scenes thoroughly, and establishing a safe word system for the both of you.

You found the stop light system worked best. Red to stop, yellow to slow down or check in, and green to go. There was even a system if you couldn’t speak. Three taps to stop, two to slow down, and one to go. And if for whatever reason you weren’t able to do either of those, Bucky was allowed to use your safe word to ensure your safety.

There were rules. Strict ones you and him were expected to abide by.

Despite all these safety precautions you never once had to use them, Bucky was always careful.

But sometimes, people make mistakes.

His burly body hovered above yours as his hips pounded into you at a steady pace. His hands roamed over your body, squeezing harshly at your soft flesh. Your legs were spread wide to accommodate his large body, thighs trembling as he brought you closer and closer to the precipice. Your hands clutched at the sheets and sweat dripped down your bare chest, your eyes pressed shut as the pleasure overwhelmed you. You could feel it in every nerve of your body. Every small noise and softly spoken curse that left your mouth only served as more encouragement to him.

Bucky never talked much during sex. The more he got lost in the pleasure, the less he was likely to speak. But he wasn’t silent. You could hear every groan and moan resonating through his chest and occasionally hear his whispered praises.

So good for me.

So proud of you.

But something about tonight felt different. He had just come home from a rough mission. You could feel the anger steaming out of him as soon as he stepped through the door of your shared apartment. He needed a release, which you were more than happy to give him. Even when he warned you that he had no intentions of being gentle tonight you still obliged excitedly. Having not seen him for a few weeks you wanted nothing more than to just be his for a while.

He was not overstating himself when he said he would not be gentle tonight. Everything about him was rough. His touch, the strokes of his hips, his mouth on your skin. He took you like a depraved animal, and you welcomed it.

As he repeatedly hit that soft spot inside of you that made your nerves spark with electricity you felt his metal hand creeping up your stomach. The coldness of it contrasted against your hot skin making you shiver. Soon, it found its way around your neck and squeezed.

This was not normal. While Bucky had put his hand around your throat before, it was never the metal one and he certainly had never squeezed it so hard. He never choked you.

You found it hard to breathe, your eyes filling with tears. Your eyes popped open as you looked at Bucky panicked, hoping your gaze would get his attention. But his eyes were closed in lust. You couldn’t speak so you tapped his arm three times.

Stop.

He opened his eyes to see your scared expression and immediately stopped, pulling away from you completely and crawling to the other end of the bed from you.

You sat up, coughing as the air finally returned to your lungs. Bucky could only stare at you, chest heaving as eyes wide as he realized what he’d done.

He hurt you.

He hurt you.

He could have killed you.

When you finally looked at your boyfriend you saw how terrified he looked and how tears had begun to settle at his waterline.

“Bucky—“ you started to say.

“I’m sorry,” his voice cracked. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Come here, please,” you reached your arms out to him but he only recoiled more. It felt like a stab to your heart, like he was rejecting you. For a moment you wondered if you should have safeworded. Did you disappoint him? Was he mad at you?

“I’m sorry,” he just kept repeating as the tears finally sprung free. You crawled over to him and he flinched as you did. You didn’t touch him, you weren’t sure if he was ready for that yet. But you really wanted him to touch you. Bucky however couldn’t take his eyes off your neck. Red marks were already starting to form and he felt the bile rise up in his throat at the sight of them.

“Bucky please,” you sniffled as your tears started to fall. “I’m sorry I stopped I—“

His head snapped up to look at you, brows furrowed in confusion before it hit him. You didn’t need space right now, you needed him.

He shushed you, pulling you into his arms as he gently held you in his arms and let you cry. “You did so good,” he tried to reassure you. “I’m sorry I went too far. You did nothing wrong, doll. You were so good, I’m so proud of you,” he kissed the top of your head. It settled you a little.

“Why didn’t you ask?” You questioned as you hugged your arms tightly around him.

“I don’t know,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry, I should have asked. I’ll never do that again. I promise.”

“Are you mad I made you stop?”

“No, no baby no,” he shook his head fervently. “I’m mad at myself for hurting you. Are you mad at me?”

“No,” you replied quickly. “I just wasn’t expecting it.”

Bucky placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. It made him sick to know that he did something you didn’t want. He could feel his heart start to splinter. Your trust was the most important thing in the world to him. He already thought he didn’t deserve you and now he was sure of it.

You recognized that look in his face, the look that said I’m a monster.

“I love you Bucky,” you said softly, kissing him tenderly. “You made a mistake but I forgive, because I love you.”

Bucky swallowed down the lump of emotion in his throat, nodding slowly.

“Can we take a bath?” You suggested.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “That sounds good.”

He carefully lifted you from the bed using his unnatural strength, carrying you to the bathroom with your head resting on his shoulder. Setting you on the closed toilet you started the bath, letting it fill and warm up. He kneeled down in front of you, hands gently resting on your thighs. You could see the far off look in his eyes, lost in his own self destructive thoughts.

“Hey,” you cooed gently, pushing his hair behind his ears. “Where’d you go? Stay with me.”

He nodded, kissing at your knee before putting his hand in the rub to test the temperature and adjusting it to be perfect for the both of you. You both sat there in silence as you waited for the tub to fill, his head in your lap as you stroked his hair tenderly. Once it was filled he helped you in, giving you his arms to balance on your shaky legs. He slid in after you, sitting between your legs and leaning back into you. You kissed him behind his ear, grinning when he shivered at your touch.

“I still enjoyed it,” you rubbed up and down his arms. “Before I safeworded it was good. You made me feel so good.”

“Did I scare you?” He whispered, afraid of the answer.

“A little,” you answered honestly. “But you stopped when I told you to.”

He nodded, bringing your hand up to his mouth and kissing at your knuckles. “It won’t happen again, I promise.” He paused for a moment before continuing, “I think we should take a break from the harder stuff. Just for a little bit.”

You picked up your head at that, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he turned his head slightly to try and look at you although it was difficult in the position you were in. “I want you to be safe. If I can’t trust myself to keep you safe then…I think we should just stick to the basics. Just you and me.”

“Okay,” you kissed his cheek and he leaned back into you, soaking in your love and affection.

“I love you,” you whispered in his ear.

He smiled for the first time that night, “I love you too sweetheart.”

After your bath and your discussion you and Bucky both felt better about the situation and that night you fell asleep in each other's arms, only with the gentlest touches and whispered affections.

Thank you for reading! ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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[innocent-artery]

Two Doors Down

2.5k words

Summary: Your vibrator dies mid-session, so your roommate offers to help you out.

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x reader

For the sake of avoiding spoilers, extensive warnings will not be given. This story includes sexually explicit material, reader discretion advised.

While listening, I recommend listening to enemies to lovers, a spotify playlist by me!

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"God fucking damn it!"

Your frustrated curse echoed off the walls of your bedroom, followed by a dull thump of your vibrator falling on the mattress. You sat up begrudgingly and flopped over the bed, reaching for the charger and plugging in the toy.

You huffed, sitting on the bed for a few moments before tugging your shorts back on and standing, leaving your bedroom to go explore the great unknown: your apartment.

The sound of the television was more audible when your door opened, the white and blue lights from the TV tinting the entire living room and kitchen area in a cold glow. While your eyes needed a second to adjust to the change from the dim, warm light of your room, Bucky, your roommate, was staring blankly at the television, listening to the newscaster droning on while sifting through a bowl of cereal with a spoon.

You didn't greet him, despite the tiny alarm in your head telling you it was bad manners. You stomped past him, headed for the fridge to find leftover pasta. Once a bowl was heated up, you stomped around over to the couch, flopping down beside him.

Bucky raised a brow. "You doin' alright?" He asked through a mouthful of cereal.

"Yeah."

"Then stop stabbing your pasta."

You looked down to see your fork digging into the bottom of the bowl, spearing through the noodles with more aggression than was necessary.

"I'm fine."

"Wanna tell me?"

Your mind raced just at the thought of his suggestion. "No. Nothing's wrong."

"Ah." He turned back to the television, one leg crossing over the other. "Thought it might have somethin' to do with your vibrator dying on you."

You nearly choked, head whipping around to watch him incredulously. "How-"

"TV ain't on that loud." He snorted.

You buried your face in your palms, cheeks warm. Bucky only laughed at your mortification.

"Hey, it's all good." Bucky waved a hand in dismissal, you caught it as you lifted your head. Your gaze somehow got stuck on it, specifically, his fingers. The thought of them on you made the heat in between your legs flare up again. You could practically feel them tilting your chin up, tugging your hips closer, prodding into your cunt...

Bucky seemed to notice your sudden interest, looking between your eyes to his hand and back with curiosity. He let out a soft 'ah', a grin of delight splitting his face. When you finally clocked in on his understanding, silent but knowing, you looked down in what was definitely the least subtle way possible.

"Maybe I'm old-fashioned, but I can't remember a time when hands didn't get the job done."

That didn't help your embarrassment, and for some reason you continued the conversation. "Well, I can't get the right angle..."

Bucky exhaled, passing his tongue over his teeth. "Tell me to shut up if I've got the wrong idea. But I have hands." You peeked out from your hands. He wiggled his metal fingers slowly as if to prove the obvious. "I think you've noticed."

All of the thoughts you'd wrestled with moments ago came flooding in again. Sparks of excitement shot down your belly, and you swore your heartrate doubled.

You attempted to keep an even voice, but nonchalance definitely escaped you for the timebeing. "So... what's your point?"

You were terrified you might have misread the situation. That this excitement would die down and you'd be left wanting him. You needed him to tell you.

"My point is," Bucky uncrossed his legs, turning to face you and leaning forward. "That I'm offering to do what your vibrator can't."

You were shivering with excitement, voice shaking as you sighed,

"Please."

Bucky stood slowly, pushing off of the couch with his hands. His gaze was fixated on you, bordering on ravenous as he eyed you up and down. He relished the way your eyes followed his, and as a result, when he finally towered over you, he was met with a sight that made his cock throb.

You could feel your head turning cloudy, anticipation bubbling in your stomach as you peered up at Bucky. A single, metal hand came up to your chin, stroking slowly over the bone. Your eyes fluttered, leaning into his touch.

"Poor thing." Bucky tutted, shaking your head side to side a bit. "So pitiful. Can't even get off right, needs a toy to get the job done."

You whimpered when he used his grip on your jaw to make you nod yes.

"Shh, you're okay. 'M right here, gonna take good care of you. Yeah?"

"Yeah," you replied weakly.

"Good." Bucky let go of your face, opting to sit on the couch instead, legs spread wide. He patted one of his thighs, gesturing with the other. "C'mon, take a seat."

You crawled over him, hands resting on his shoulders tentatively. Bucky traced a finger up the column of your throat, sending a shiver down your spine. The pressure on the underside of your jaw brought your gaze upwards.

"Gonna need you to keep your eyes on me, dove, think y'can do that?"

You nodded slowly, itching to move but frozen in place by his attention.

"Good." Bucky's hand was a whisper around your throat, quickly finding its home again on your jaw. His thumb swiped over your bottom lip, to which your mouth fell open oh so slightly.

His lips quirked in amusement. His thumb pressed down, earning your jaw lowering further. Two fingers slipped past your lips to settle on your tongue and you happily took them, one hand coming to hold his wrist in place while you suckled.

His free hand began rising up your hips, and you straightened your posture at the feeling, almost tickling. They descended just after his thumb grazed your lower chest. You gasped around his fingers, and his subtle raise of brow made your cheeks heat.

You squeezed his wrist, and it moved from your mouth to your waist. Hands reaching for the back of his neck, you tugged him forward into a sloppy kiss.

Bucky wasn't sure where the line was before. He understood that he had struck a purely sexual deal offer, so kissing for some might be too intimate an exchange under those circumstances, but Christ did he love the feel of your mouth on his. The clash of teeth and spit, your soft moans swallowed up into his own mouth sounding like heaven. Even more so when he sucked on your tongue, pride coursing through his veins when you squeaked.

And oh, you just couldn't help it, when you started rocking your hips back and forth. It was his fault really, teasing you so much.

"So fuckin' needy, angel, just can't wait, huh?" Bucky groaned, head falling back for a minute before jerking back up. "Need to get you taken care of, isn't that right?"

You nodded pathetically, brain long turned to mush. Your senses, every atom in your body was on fire and so, so sensitive, but your head was empty.

And Bucky knew it.

Which is why he lifted you up, strong hands supporting you under the thighs, which wrapped around his torso to keep you up. Bucky groaned, the feel of your legs around his waist sending blood rushing to his cock.

It was a messy trip to your room, to say the least. Bucky had to stop multiple times in the hallway to press you up against the wall and stick his tongue in your throat, rutting into you and breathing heavy into your mouth. His groans were pure sin and you wanted to pull as many of them from him as you could.

Bucky set you down gently, but as you laid, he remained, towering over you with hungry eyes and bated breath.

"Look at you," Bucky grazed his metal fingers over your cheek. "So fuckin' needy, hm? So desperate, you just hop on the first dick you see."

His words didn't even register, not when his leg was pressed right between your legs, so you nodded along dumbly.

He chuckled, almost a bark of a laugh. "Lucky I'm here to take care of you, hm?"

"Yeah," you sighed, your feeble grip on his shirt attempting to tug him closer. "Please, Bucky, need you to take care of me, please..."

"Alright, alright, I've gotcha." Bucky leaned in, pressing wet kisses to your neck whilst his fingers slipped under your shirt, grazing feather-light over your nipples. You could feel him smirk when you arched into his touch.

"Can we take this off, baby?" His voice was soft, and you nodded, pulling your hands up so he could bare your chest.

Bucky gave a groan at the sight, his mouth traveling downward to press licks and kisses over your chest. He pressed his palm over your ribs, indicating you to lie back. Bucky followed, propped up on his arm. His other hand walked up the inside of your thigh, making you shudder into him.

"Buck, please," you breathed, eyes rolling back.

"Nuh uh, none of that." Bucky's hand was quick to reach up and grasp your jaw, this time with more force. "Eyes on me."

He nodded your head for you. He maintained a more intense stare as he moved, slowly and deliberately, down between your thighs. He watched you as he kissed up and down your thighs, pressed his thumb into the junction between your cunt and your leg, pressed a firm kiss to the area just above your clit. Your hips jerked up, following his touch.

"I know, I know. Bein' so patient, so proud of you." Bucky purred, tugging your bottoms down in one go. "And would you look at that, no underwear. God, you're soaked."

Bucky actually moaned at the sight, like the idea of going down on you was pleasurable for him. And Lord, was it.

He started with, for lack of better word, toying with you, thumbs pulling your lips apart to watch your slick web from them. Even though he wasn't watching your face anymore, your eyes were glued to him. His fascinated expression, his strong arms holding your legs apart, his toned back rippling under every movement- somewhere along the line he had lost the shirt; you couldn't remember when but Christ was it better he did.

You nearly levitated off the bed when a finger came to collect your slick onto your clit, followed by lips attaching to the nerves and tonguing over it lasciviously.

Your hesitancy to make noise had gone out the window the minute his mouth was on you, jaw falling open to let out your sounds of bliss. The only thing keeping your head from falling back was the sight in front of you; Bucky was pure sex incarnate. His head swayed back and forth, groans and muffled praises vibrating against your skin, hair tickling your thighs.

"Taste so damn good angel, so fuckin' wet." Bucky tugged you impossibly closer- you swore you saw his hips moving into the sheets. "Should let your vibrator die more often."

Your breath had all but escaped you, coming out ragged and whiny. Your hands reached for his hair, tugging at the roots softly- harder when he groaned louder, sending both of you into a frenzy.

"Fuck, Bucky, right there, fuckfuckfuck-" your noises, if even possible, got louder when the man under you found just the right spot to prod his finger. It slipped in so easily, the wetness helping you welcome him in.

It didn't take Bucky long to figure out where that spot was inside of you, pulling moan after gasp after cry of his name once he bullied his fingers into it just right. He repeated the motion until there was a sheen of sweat on your forehead, grasping onto his hair, his arm, whatever of him you could find as if he was your lifeline.

"Oh, just like that, so close Buck..." You kicked your hips up into his face, rolling them for any kind of friction you could get- friction he was elated to give you.

You nearly sobbed when he pulled his face away from you, fingers leaving your pussy feeling unbearably empty.

"I know, honey, I know. Gonna give you something even better, hm? Gonna give you my cock, fill y'up real nice."

You almost drooled at the sight of Bucky sat up, nothing but sweats being hastily pulled down until the bulge fell heavily over the band. He kicked his bottoms away to some forgotten corner, stroking himself languidly a few times, kicking his head back.

You whined a bit at the lack of attention, thighs pressing together. That seemed to have alerted Bucky, as he tilted his head back down to face you. "Sorry, sunshine. Won't keep you waitin' any longer, yeah?"

Bucky lined himself up with you, teasing your sopping entrance with the tip. However, when your legs hooked around his waist, just like before, all notions of control were lost on him as he sheathed himself inside of you. A guttural groan, more sensual and more animalistic than before, ripped through him and sent sparks shooting into you. He stretched you deliciously, the friction electrifying.

"Don't fuckin' clench, holy shit- not gonna last long," Bucky huffed, rocking slowly into you. He was leaned over your body, almost folding you in half so that he could mutter filthy praises into your ear, tonguing at the shell of it lightly.

If he wasn't gonna last, what could be said of you? Your orgasm was approaching fast, if your throbbing cunt and frantic moans were any indication.

"There we go, y'gonna cum? Fuckin' cum for me, honey, make a mess on my cock, go on."

White-hot pleasure drowned you as you scratched faint pink lines down Bucky's chest. This time your eyes screwed shut, but Bucky chose instead to help you ride out your high, pistoning into you until he let himself go, filling you up in a way that left you feeling warm and full and very, very satisfied.

Only the sound of yours and Bucky's panting could be heard in the room, the air suddenly thick and musky with the smell of sex.

After a moment, he pulls out, murmuring 'shit' to himself a few times. "Gonna get you cleaned up, 'kay?" Bucky pressed a kiss to your temple, picking his boxers up on the way to his ensuite bathroom and coming back with a rag a minute later.

"Feeling alright?" Bucky asks. "Didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, you were great." You huffed, a stupid hazy grin tugging your lips. "Bit thirsty, that's about it."

"Noted," he mused. "I meant it, by the way."

You cocked your head. "Meant what?"

"You should let your vibrator die more often. I'm just two doors down, and I reckon I know a few more tricks than that piece of junk you've got." He gestures to the vibrator, which had fallen onto the floor at some point.

You definitely made sure to keep that in mind.

~

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Well, that shit hurted.

Would love to see a part 2 and maybe happy ending?!?

Thanks so much for sharing your talent! This was great.

Say Something

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You’re in love with your best friend, with the guy you worked so hard to have a friendship with only to find out he’s been dating someone.

Word count: 1,289

Warnings: Angst, language word, unrequited love, two idiots.

Your whole world revolved around one man and one man only, Bucky Barnes. There was nothing in this world you wouldn’t do for him. If he needed you then you would always drop whatever you were doing and go straight to him, no matter how big or small his problem was.

Natasha called you a ‘people pleaser’, since you found it rather difficult to say no to people and situations. You said yes to people often because you were afraid of letting them down, sometimes even putting yourself in their shoes and imagining the disappointment if the roles were reversed and it was you who needed something.

The one person you always aimed to please was Bucky. Falling in love with the sergeant was obviously never planned, these things rarely are and as cliché as it sounds; it just happened.

At first glance when Bucky first arrived at the compound under Steve’s guidance, Bucky was closed off to everyone besides Steve. The meeting between the two of you didn’t quite go to plan either as phe was dismissive of your attempts at a friendship from the get-go. There were times when he would grunt whenever you would walk into the same room, excluding you from conversations. The screams of horror that ripped through the walls of the compound was what nightmares were made from. The heavy bags under his eyes the morning after made you feel sympathetic towards him and you just wanted to help him in any way that you could. Any way that he would allow you. You never gave up on him, and Bucky must have realised that because one day, his walls crumbled and he confided in you. He told you his deepest, darkest secrets that he didn’t even tell Steve about. You were sworn to secrecy, and the two of you grew closer and closer from that day on.

The closer you grew to Bucky, the more you realised this was more than just friendship to you. This was love.

You never told him about these feelings. You feared the second he heard them, he would shut you out of his life in an instance and you’d back to square one. So you kept them to yourself, allowed yourself to lay awake at night and daydream about the kind of future you would want with him, the kind of future that would never happen. It was like a nightmare on loop, the feelings you felt for him were about to combust and you just had to confide in somebody.

That somebody was Natasha. She was the best one to ask since she had a lot of experience in the dating field.

“I just- I just don’t know, Nat. We’re best friends now and wouldn’t it be weird?” You bit your lip as your fingers played with the tassels on her cream knitted blanket she had splayed over her bed.

Nat was finishing up her makeup before she spun on her heels and turned to you with an eye roll.

Okay, so maybe she wasn’t the best person to confide in after all.

“Why would it be weird? You’re already dating with the amount of time the two of you are spending together.. and why would it be weird? You know all there is about each other. It's a solid foundation.” She takes a breath and straightens out her dress. “I’m really sorry, Y/N but I have a date and I don’t want to be late. Just talk to him, he will listen I’m sure.” She apologises again as she picks up her matching purse and sweater off the chair and makes a hasty dash out the door, leaving you to contemplate your decision alone.

***

The walk down the hall to Bucky’s room felt like it would be the last time you’d walk these trails for some reason. The guilt, the anxiety just sat in the pit of your stomach, churning and making you feel extremely nauseous that you weren’t even sure you could do this.

But you took Nat’s advice, Bucky just had to know how you felt about him. It was his reaction you were more worried about.

You knocked on his door and wiped your sweaty palms on the back of your sweater. Bucky’s feet padding across the carpet resonated through the door, causing your heart rate to soar dangerously high. Bucky swung the door open; clad in black jeans, black socks, damp hair and his dog tags dangling over his chiseled chest. His cologne knocked any greeting out of your head, he smelled so good and it took all of your willpower not to lean in and take a deep sniff.

“Hey doll! Just the person I wanted to see, come on in!” He stands to the side and you walk in, shirts after shirts are scattered all over his bed.

“Bucky, I have to talk to you about something.” You start, but realise he isn’t actually paying attention to you but his shirts on the bed.

He smiles, picking up a shirt and holding it up against himself. “What do you think?” He asks, invisible question marks written all over his face.

“Uh it looks good? What’s the occasion?”

Pink dusts his cheeks as he throws down the shirt and picks up another, and another.

“I have a date with Jenny.” His smile reaches his eyes while your heart breaks. “It’s our third date so things are going well.”

Wait, what?

“Your- your third date?” You chuckle nervously, desperately hiding the crack in your voice. “How did I miss this?”

Bucky shrugs slightly and decides to go with the maroon shirt.

“We’ve just kept it a secret until now. You’re the first person I’ve told actually and could really use your help with flirting since I’m not good in that department.”

Oh wow. An invisible force just punched you in the gut and the air is tight.

“I’m- I’m not exactly the best person to ask.” You bite your lip, blinking quickly so no tears dare shed. “Maybe ask Nat.” You say quickly, heading towards the door. This is a lot to process and you’re not sure what to do with yourself.

You bid Bucky good luck and good night. He really didn’t seem to take notice of your state of distress and if he did, he didn’t say anything. You head back to your room and lock the door, collapsing on your bed and allowing your pillow to capture your fallen tears.

***

Bucky sighed and sat on the edge of his bed. The maroon shirt hung loosely in his hand as he rested his elbows on his thighs. What the fuck was he doing? He was in love with you, he has been since he met you. It was his mind they made him believe you were too good for him, he didn’t deserve you since he was sure he would break your heart over and over again.

But your body language crumbled right under his eyes. He saw how you were trying so hard not to cry and all he wanted to do was hold you and told you not to cry. He had no idea what you thought about him, what you really thought about him and thought the only way he could get over you was to date somebody else completely opposite. He wasn’t lying when he said things were going well. He was worried things were going too well and now he’s scared shitless he’s lost the most important person in his life.

There was nobody else like you.

And Bucky wanted you.

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A Day in the Life...

Fandom: Marvel (Actor AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader

Summary: You're hired to be famous actor, Bucky Barnes' social media manager. This is probably the best and worst job you've ever gotten because Bucky gives you free reign of his social media but also...you may or may not be crushing on Bucky aka your boss. Based off my imagine here.

A/N: this is 3,180 words because i refused to break it up into parts. anyway, ENJOY!

You press record and begin to narrate, "A Day in the Life of a Social Media Manager for a Super Big and Popular Actor *Working Title*"

You face the camera to you and continue to speak, "Bucky had some morning meetings but I wasn't allowed to film. So now here he is doing his daily workout."

You pan the camera to him and he says, "Hi," with a shy smile.

You snort, stopping the recording, "What?"

"This is..." he gestures to you and your work phone, "awkward."

"Then don't make it awkward! And hey, you said I had free reign! I asked your followers what they'd like to see and they say they want a glimpse of your daily life."

His brows furrow, "Didn't you just say this is a day in the life of a social media manager?"

You shrug, "The poll was tied to seeing your daily life and my daily life working for you. So I just decided to put the two together. Anyway, the title is a work in progress. We'll see how this does and go from there. Anyway, just ignore me. I'm not even here."

Bucky gets back to his work out. He has an outdoor and indoor set up. Because the weather was nice, he decided to do his workout outside...shirtless.

He goes to the lifting station, picking up some weights. You begin to narrate again, but this time in a Steve Irwin impression, "Right. Now watch as the esteemed actor gets ready to work out his arms in preparation for an awesome movie that I'm not allowed to mention."

Bucky lets out a chuckle, dropping the weights and looking back at you, "You filming a nature documentary now?" he rests his hands on his hips and smirks at you in a way that makes you want to melt.

You give a playful yet dramatic sigh, dropping your filming arm down, "Are you this difficult with your directors, Barnes?"

He shakes his head, "Nah. None of my directors have been as dorky as you."

You stick your tongue out at him, "Fine. I'll leave you to your workout."

"No, hey, I was joking! Don't leave me!"

You shake your head, "It's fine, Bucky. I'll leave you to it. I'll chalk up some other videos we could do. Also, the getty images from last night's premiere are up. Did you want to look through them before I post?"

He shakes his head, "I trust your judgement." he turns around, his bare back facing you. You stay and watch as he do a few arm curls and immediately rush back into his home.

"Get it together, Y/N," you mumble to yourself, leaving your boss to his workout.

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During Bucky's fitting for New York's Fashion Week, you were allowed to take some behind the scenes pictures. You have a few candid ones of Bucky standing in front of a mirror, his stylist fixing his collar, and him looking at the different shoe options.

Then you included some goofy ones where he copies a pose of a mannequin, a selfie of you two showing of your shoe choices (his being very fancy and yours being your regular sneakers), and then a selfie of him wearing a pair of sunglasses without a lens.

You posted all of them after fashion week was over and his Instagram followers were LOVING it.

bbarnesfan: STAHP. he's so adorable.

xbucky-muncher: he went from serious to dork. get you a man who can do both.

notyouraveragebuckyfan: ok but him and his social media manager are so cute together???

bbarnesfan replies: they're literally bucky's employee. don't be weird.

notyouraveragebuckyfan replies: i'm just saying! they seem like they have great chemistry! have you seen the tiktoks and reels of them together?

"How come you put the candids and the selfies all in one post?" Bucky asks as he looks through the latest post you made.

You're scrolling through the analytics of the last tiktok you two made, one where he guesses if one of his characters said a specific line or it's made up.

You take note of the demographics, the comments, etc. to be mindful of for the next posts you make.

Without looking up from your laptop, you answer, "It shows people the different sides of you. How you take things seriously but you can also have fun with it."

He hums, "Lots of people think we look cute together." He says this in hopes of getting some sort of reaction from you.

You continue to work, not looking back at them, "Don't pay attention to those comments. The internet will make up all kinds of stuff."

Bucky's shoulders sag a bit as he replies, "Yeah. You're right."

You'd been working for him for almost a year now. He doesn't see you every day like he did when you first were hired on. Now you only come over twice a week to go over analytics with his team and to shoot some content. Most of the time, you work from your place and Bucky's been feeling more lonely ever since.

Your presence brightened his day and you provided a breath of fresh air on his busier days. He genuinely enjoyed your company and liked making content with you. He liked learning more about you, having meals together, and just being with you. He thought that maybe there was something there between you, but then he'd be reminded that you're his employee and he's your boss. It can't work out.

But there were some glimpsed of hope. You'd look at Bucky a certain way or make a comment that seemed a little more flirty. It had to mean something, right? But whenever Bucky tried to push a little more, you'd pull away and he hated it. It was so complicated.

He wanted you as more than an employee but his team clocked him on his feelings and told him not to fuck it up because you've helped Bucky's image immensely.

He can't fuck this up, not matter how much his heart yearns for more.

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"Hello, hello!" you greet Bucky, handing him his coffee as he lets you into his home. You've been working for him for over a year. It's one out of the two days you come over to do work with him.

His stylist, Michael, was nice enough to bring some clothes over for a TikTok video that you had which was "My Social Media Manager Picks Out My Next Event Outfit".

The next event that Bucky needs to make an appearance in is his friend, Nat's, movie premiere. The dress code is very formal so it's no surprise to see various kinds of formal wear.

What does surprise you is that you see a rack of clothes that you know wouldn't be for Bucky.

"Um...what's this?"

He grins widely at you, "Clothes for you to choose from."

Your brows shoot up in surprise, "Excuse me?"

"You said you've always wanted to go to one right? You're coming with me."

"As your social media manager?"

"You're not working the event. You're going as my plus one."

"Uuuuhhh..."

"You don't have to, but I was hoping to bring you as, ya know, a thank you for all the amazing work you've done for me this past year."

You can't help but snort, "Bucky, c'mon, did all of your usuals reject you or something?"

"You're the only person I've asked right now. Come on, Y/N, please?"

You want to. You really, really want to. But these past few months, you and Bucky have been toeing the line between a work relationship and something more. You're not sure if going as his plus one to the premiere is a good idea, especially since even more people have been commenting on your chemistry.

But Bucky's looking at you with those gorgeous blue eyes and he's pouting and he looks so cute, so how could you say no?

"I'll think about it," you reply and it seems to appease Bucky because he smiles again and says, "Okay. But I really do hope you'll go. It'll be fun, plus you've met Nat. She thinks you're cool."

You scoff, "There's no way Natasha Romanoff, the hottest and most popular actress right now, thinks I'm cool."

He shrugs, "Everyone thinks you're cool. It's hard to not like you, Y/N, trust me," he gives you a wink and it makes your cheeks warm up, "Anyway, so let's see what we got."

You wordlessly nod, going over to set up your work phone to begin filming.

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You think you did really well with picking out Bucky's outfit. It was a royal blue velvet jacket with a black bow tie, and black slacks. Even Michael was impressed with your choice.

Even though you weren't working tonight, you still took some pictures and clips just in case. You took a video of the reveal of your look tonight and can't help but feel bubbly inside when Bucky wouldn't stop looking at you.

To distract yourself, you decided to take candids of Bucky getting his hair done after you were finished getting ready. He kept making funny faces at you, making you laugh.

After you both were ready, you took some mirror selfies, obviously, and sent them to Bucky afterwards.

You're in the car on the way to the premiere when you get a bunch of texts and notifications from people:

Wanda: I KNOW YOU SAID YOU WERE GOING TO THE PREMIERE BUT YOU DIDN'T SAY AS BUCKY'S DATE!

Pietro: good luck tonight! use protection! ;D

Carol: since when are you dating bucky barnes???

You unlock your phone but see a notification that Bucky tagged you in a post you didn't know he was going to make.

It was the mirror selfies you two took, with the caption: got the most gorgeous date on my arm tonight.

You immediately turn to Bucky, eyes narrowing, "James Buchanan Barnes."

"...I don't like how you just used my government name like that."

"Why would you post those selfies of us?!"

He shrugs, "Because we look great."

"And the caption?"

"It's true. You're gorgeous."

You groan and pinch the bridge of your nose, "Your publicist and manager are gonna kill me."

"No, they won't."

"They hired me to make sure your online presence is good and won't jeopardize your career."

"Nothing's gonna happen, Y/N."

"People already assume we're together because of how well we work together. It was fine to let them speculate because but that post will make things even worse."

"How?"

"People will think I'm a gold digger? That I got this job because we're sleeping together? I don't know! The internet makes up all kinds of fucked up reasons and I won't be able to get work ever again!"

"But is it so bad that people think we're together?"

"For you, it won't be bad. For me, it could be. So, please, Bucky, delete those photos before even more people see it."

Bucky's jaw clenches and mumbles out, "Fine. I'm sorry," he takes out his phone and you watch as he deletes the photos off his instagram. Tonight was supposed to be fun, but you're sure you just ruined it.

____________________

The entire night was awkward. Bucky did his best to still include you in conversations he had with friends and colleagues, but you felt the tension between you two. You did your best to enjoy it as much as you can. You saw Nat for a brief moment where you hugged her and congratulate her. She said she wanted to chat later but you didn't really expect much. This is her premiere and she has other priorities.

She proved you wrong, however, during the after party where she pulled you to an area for more privacy.

"Hey, how are you?"

"Um, good. A little overwhelmed, but, uh, tonight's been...fun."

She tilts her head and narrows her eyes at you, just like her character did in the movie, and you can't help but let the truth spill, "I freaked out on Bucky on the way here. He posted pictures of us that insinuate we're together and I don't want it to result in me getting fired and potentially never getting a job like this ever again."

"Yeah, I saw that before he deleted it. You guys looked cute. Also, are you two not dating?"

"What? No! He's literally my boss!"

She shrugs, "Could've fooled me. Anyway, there's something clearly going on between you two, right?"

"I, uh, I don't know what to say. Do I have feelings for him? Yes. But will I act on them? No. Again, he's my boss, I'm his employee. I really like this job too, so I can't risk anything."

"I feel like there's a 'but' coming."

"...but he's so amazingly funny, smart, hot, understanding, compassionate, and I just love spending time with him. It's so fucked, Nat.

She nods in understanding, "I know, hon. I'm gonna say the most cliche thing ever, but listen to your heart. I'm sure you'll find another job just as fun as this one, but to be with someone you click so well with? That doesn't come often."

"Hey, you okay?" Bucky comes up from behind, placing a hand on your hip and looking at you with concern.

Nat flashes him a smile, "Just wanted to catch up with them, but I've hogged up your date long enough, Barnes." she turns back to you, "Think about what I said, okay? Enjoy the rest of your night and thanks for coming," she hugs you and heads back out to the party.

Bucky nods to her and stands in front of you, "Did you want to stay longer or are you ready to go?"

"I think I'm ready to go for the night."

"Alright." you follow him out to the front where you wait for the driver to pick you guys up. He stands beside you with his hands in his pockets, wearing that gorgeous outfit you chose.

"I'm sorry again about the pictures."

"Thank you, I'm sorry I attacked you like that."

He shakes his head, "Don't be. I get why you did. But, um, we're good?"

You nod, "Yeah, Bucky, we're good."

"Good," he gives you a shy smile and then points at the upcoming car, "Our ride's here." As soon as the SUV pulls up, he opens the door for you and lets you go in first. He follows and the drive home is in silence.

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You're working in your little alcove at Bucky's when he approaches you, "Hey, I need to talk to you about something."

You turn in your chair and look up at him, "This doesn't sound good."

"It's good and bad."

"Um, okay?" you clasp your hands together in your lap in anxiousness.

"So...I'm hiring a different social media manager."

Your heart drops, "Wh-What? But-But I thought I was doing well. Your team said I was doing a good job. What happened?"

"You are, but lemme also add that there's another job already waiting for you."

"Bucky, I'm so confused right now. Are you firing me? Or contracting me to someone else?"

"I'm firing you because I can't date an employee."

You straighten up at his statement, "Excuse me?"

Bucky steps closer to you, reaching out and grabbing your hand, "It's just...shit, Y/N, you gotta know how I feel about you right?"

You bite your lip in nervousness, "Maybe."

He lets out a long sigh and run a hand through his cropped hair, "Listen, I like you. A lot. That's the real reason I wanted you to come with me to the premiere. I love spending time with you and I've been so much happier since you've started working for me. To be honest, I didn't know how much longer I could keep myself from wanting to be with you. So to still make sure your professionalism was in tact, I reached out to Nat to see if she was in need of an amazing social media manager and, luckily, she was."

"I'm gonna work for Nat? Nat wants me to work for her?"

Bucky nods, "She does. So you'll be working for her which means I'm not longer your boss. Which means...will you go on a date with me?"

Fuck it. Fuck it all. You held in your feelings for Bucky for so long and now you've been given a loophole to be with him.

"I like you too, Bucky. So much, I didn't say anything, obviously, because I wanted to remain professional, but fuck did you make it hard to not fall for you."

Bucky snickers with a smirk, "I can say the same thing about you." His thumb caresses the back of your hand and it feels so right.

"Have you actually hired someone to take over for me?"

"Not officially, but I have some applicants already. Why? Do you know someone?"

You nod, "I do. She just graduated college with a degree in communications with a concentration in social media. I can have her send in an application, but I one hundred percent vouch for her. She's done great work."

"Alright. I trust you, but I don't think I can find anyone who works as well as you do."

"I fucking hope not. Or else you might leave me for them!"

"Never," Bucky replies confidently with a softness in his voice and adoration in his eyes.

"So...about that date..."

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"Come with me to work for a popular actor!" Kamala narrates her latest TikTok.

"So Bucky is working on a new movie with Natasha Romanoff so for promo we're filming a bunch of different content!" Nat and Bucky wave at the camera.

"After filming all of that, they're off to a photoshoot. Here are some of the potential outfits they can wear." the camera pans to several racks of clothing.

"There's a lunch break and here's my lunch versus Bucky's lunch," Kamala's plate is pasta while Bucky's roast chicken, "The boss needs to bulk up for another role so he needs a lot of protein."

"And that's all that I can show you for today. Until next time, bye!"

You scroll to the comments and they're immediately flooded with"

you're not y/n???

wait, did y/n quit?! did bucky fire them?! no!

what happened to y/n?!

and so on.

You snort and show Bucky, who was cuddling you from behind, "I told you people would notice."

He peers over your shoulder to look at your phone, "Kamala actually had an idea for that."

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"A Day in the Life of an Actor's Social Media Manager. Part...whatever. So we're doing more promo stuff for Bucky and Nat's new movie. But this time I'm also working with Nat's social media manager, Y/N! We're doing a What's in the Box Challenge and here's a clip of Bucky freaking out."

"IT'S MOVING! WHY IS IT MOVING?!"

"Also look at Bucky and Y/N. They're so cute together. And yes, guys, they're totally dating now which is why Y/N no longer works for Bucky. ANYWAY..."