#bucky barnes bookshop au

[jobean12-blog]

Claimed

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (Mob/Mafia AU)-Bookshop setting

Word Count: 3,513

Summary: Bucky has had his eyes on you for a long time and when he finally makes a move to claim you he's delighted at how easily you fall into his waiting arms.

Author's Note: Seb's new looks have just been so yummy, especially him in a bow tie. I LOVE! The look in the pic below is the end result of the story🫠It isn't really focused too much on his mob status but it's there and I couldn't resist a little bookshop AU in there too! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: flirting, tension, Bucky is pretty forward/dom and doesn't mince words- he goes for what he wants-light d-irty talk, fing-er-ing, o-ral (f rec), but he's sweet too :)

Your steps are slow and easy as you stroll through the aisle, perusing the titles and letting your fingers delicately slide across the bindings.

When you find one of interest you pull it from the shelf and before you read even one word you press the aged pages to your nose and inhale deeply.

The sound of a light chuckle pulls you from your aromatic reverie and you look up with a start, catching a man watching you with a lopsided smirk.

He nods a hello before disappearing down the next aisle. You stare at the space he just vacated and feel your skin heat.

Was he really that handsome or are you still recovering from the exquisite smell of the pages of the book? Only one way to find out.

With quiet movements you slip past the end of the fiction section and turn the corner, peeking around the next bookshelf. All you see is a young woman searching through the books.

Denying your disappointment you continue down the aisle but slow when you feel the weight of eyes at your back. Instead of turning around and looking too obvious you quickly glance over your shoulder and see the mystery man once again watching you.

He looks even more handsome than he did two minutes ago.

You almost walk into the woman who’s browsing and give her a startled apology before rushing off to hide in the rare book section.

Letting out a rush of breath you clutch a book to your chest and refocus on your surroundings.

“This is my favorite section.”

You spin on a gasp and blink.

“Excuse me?” you say quietly.

“This section,” he says again, “it’s my favorite. I love old books.”

“Oh,” you answer, backing away as he steps closer.

He stops advancing and looks at the shelf, studying the bindings until he finds one that interests him.

“Mine too,” you concede softly. “And they smell amazing.”

“As good as the books in the fiction section?” he asks, eyes dancing with amusement.

You let out a light huff of laughter, feeling warm embarrassment creep over your skin.

“Better,” you finally answer.

“I’d have to agree with you there,” he says before lifting the book he holds to his face and inhaling.

You can’t stop your small intake of air as you watch him savor the smell of the pages.

“So, do you come here often?” he asks, casting his gaze down to the words.

You let his question hang in the air as you take a moment to really look him over. His soft sweater does nothing to hide his broad shoulders and powerful build and his dark hair and beard frame a beautifully sculpted jaw.

Then he lifts his eyes, directing his steady gaze on you, and your breath catches in your throat.

“Um…I do. It’s my favorite book store. I can’t afford any of these books,” you say as you motion to the titles nearby, “but no one seems to mind that I come and spend the afternoon reading them.”

“I don’t see why anyone would,” he replies.

He places the book back on the shelf and slides his hands into his pants pockets, attempting another step closer.

This time you don’t move away and he smiles.

“I have quite the collection myself,” he informs you. “You should come see it.”

“Are you a collector?” you ask.

“Something like that doll.”

You school your features at the sound of the endearment falling from his perfect lips and smile.

He extends his hand.

“James Barnes. But you can call me Bucky.”

“Hi Bucky.”

You give him your name and he takes your hand in his, bringing it to his mouth and lightly brushing his lips across your knuckles before kissing them.

As you stare at him through your lashes his lips linger and he seems unwilling to let go of your hand.

“I mean it you know. You’re welcome to come see my collection…anytime.”

He slowly releases your hand with a wink then turns on his heel toward the doorway.

“But…,” you start, not even sure why you’re calling after him to ask your next question, “how will I find you?”

He turns to face you, his eyes set with determination, and says, “don’t worry doll face. We’ll be seeing each other again very soon.”

With those parting words he vanishes into the maze of books, leaving you caught between feeling frazzled and turned on.

After several days of warm sunshine it finally ends in a wash of chilly rain and wind. But you’re warm and cozy in the back of the bookshop, curled up on one of the old leather chairs by the window, reading by the soft light of an antique tiffany lamp.

You’re so engrossed in your book that it takes you several minutes to recognize the familiar feeling of his stare and when you look up you find Bucky leaning against a nearby bookshelf, his arms crossed, watching you.

He looks just as good as he did the last time you saw him and you realize you’re staring back.

“Hey,” you whisper, clearing your throat.

“You must really be enjoying that book,” he says, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“I am. Have you read it?”

“Not this one,” he says as he steps closer and reads the title.

His nearness draws all of your attention from the book and for the first time you take notice of the small patches of gray hair that line his beard.

“It’s worth a read,” you tell him when your eyes meet his again.

“I’ll definitely check it out doll. I’m currently reading the first edition of ‘The Canterbury Tales’ by Geo…”

“Geoffery Chaucer,” you finish in a rushed breath. “Oh my god. You have a first edition!?”

Your eyes go wide with shock as you silently contemplate how much money that must have cost him.

“But…but…”

“I told you doll face, the old and rare books are my favorite.”

“I haven’t read that one yet but it’s on my list.”

“Well you’re welcome to my copy when I’m done,” he says, smiling widely when your mouth opens in shock. “But I have to warn you that when it comes to such treasures I’m a slow reader. There are some things I like to take my time with.”

As the last sentence leaves his mouth he unabashedly lets his eyes sweep over you. When your head dips to your book under his obvious perusal he presses his fingers under your chin to lift your gaze.

“Can I get you a coffee?”

“A coffee?” you repeat, all rational thought leaving your brain at the feel of his touch.

“They just put a fresh pot on up front.”

“Oh, right. That would be great thank you, let me just get my wallet.”

“No doll. I’ll pay.”

“Well, I don’t mind at all…”

“And I do,” he says definitively. “I offered and I’ll pay.”

“Thanks,” you whisper.

When he returns with two steaming cups of coffee you sigh in contentment.

“Are you always this much of a gentleman to the women you meet in bookshops?”

You ask the question with a playful smile but when his expression doesn’t match yours you instantly regret opening your mouth, your smile wavering.

“Despite my offering, I’m having a very difficult time remembering to be a gentleman around you doll.”

“Well maybe I shouldn’t be accepting this coffee then.”

Even though your voice is little more than a whisper you make no move to give him back the drink and instead you lean in closer.

“Maybe you shouldn’t,” he murmurs.

Your breathing accelerates before you take a slow sip of the coffee.

“And maybe I like the coffee too much to give it back.”

“I just warned you that I’m having a difficult time being a gentleman. Are you provoking me doll?”

Your tongue darts out to trace the outline of your lips, the taste of coffee still lingering. “Is that what I’m doing?”

His eyes track the movement and he rubs the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip, looking pleased when you inhale sharply but don’t pull away.

“Let me be clear here doll, since it seems like you enjoy playing this little game with me. I want you underneath me in my bed. I want to be buried so deep inside you that you’ll feel me for days. And I want to mark you so every other man who walks this Earth knows you’re mine.”

Your eyes widen with every word he utters and you feel goosebumps crawl over your skin when he tilts his head and moves closer until his warm breath fans your cheek.

“I just want to be up-front with you. Enjoy the coffee.”

He forces himself away, removing his hand and stepping back. And once again leaves with nothing more that the sound of his retreating footsteps.

Life keeps you busy for the next two days but Bucky’s words are ever present, practically burned into your skin. So when you step back into the bookshop on Saturday evening you take solace in the familiar smells and sounds.

You wave hello to the barista and cashier, noticing their slight mischievous smiles as you pass by. You’re about to ask them what’s going on but then you see him and you know. Even among the shelves of beautiful books and warm lighting he stands out, his eyes boring into you.

The way he stands exudes a quiet confidence and a slow roll of heat eases it’s way through you when his unwavering stare moves over every inch of you.

Lifting your chin you hold his gaze and take your time getting your own eyeful. His button-down shirt is fitted just right with the top buttons open to reveal a gold chain and his long legs are clad in dark jeans.

He looks dangerous and sexy. And pissed.

You move toward him undeterred until you’re close enough to feel the heat radiating off him.

“Are you here to give me more warnings?” you ask.

He keeps his gaze locked on you and licks his lips.

“No. I think I was perfectly clear the first-time doll.”

“Is something bothering you, Bucky?”

“Where have you been?”

You would laugh at his nonresponse if your irritation weren’t growing hotter by the second.

“I’ve been busy. You know…work, errands…life.”

“I’ve missed you.”

You’re taken aback by his blunt and unexpected answer and can’t find the words to respond.

“I was afraid you didn’t want to see me again after what I said.”

You think back on his words for only the millionth time since he said them. An involuntary shiver runs down your spine at the memory.

“Did you get me a coffee today?”

His eyes light up in victory before he reaches behind him and hands you a cup, the drink prepared just how you like it.

For the next couple of hours the two of you browse the bookshop, spending the majority of your time in the rare section pouring over the titles in excitement and awe. You ask about his work and how he gathered his collection of rare books. He’s vague but polite with his answers, focusing most of his attention on you.

While you do most of the talking Bucky listens contentedly and intently, his constant regard slowly building and burning a hole through your enthused focus.

After a bit, it’s difficult to concentrate on anything else but him and you start to become more aware of how your body shifts closer to his, shoulders pressed together, heads close and your hand reaching out to graze his bicep.

Finally, the bookshop employees begin to let customers know they are going to close. You reluctantly put your current read back on the shelf and turn to Bucky.

“Guess it’s time to go,” you say quietly.

“I’ll drive you home doll.”

“No, no. That’s ok. I can take the train.”

“I insist,” he answers, stepping into your space and crowding you against the shelf.

“Ok,” you breathe out. “Thanks.”

His eyes drop to your lips and his hands hover at your waist, his fingertips just brushing the fabric of your shirt when the barista comes by and ushers you out.

With a release of breath you skirt past Bucky and grab your bag, heading for the exit.

Wordlessly, he holds the door of his car open for you, allowing you minimal space to edge by him into the passenger seat.

He breaks the silence with the same question floating around in your own head.

“Am I taking to you home or are you coming to my place to see my collection of books.”

“It’s late but…”

“But?”

“I would love to see them.”

“But you’re still thinking about what I said the other day, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.”

When you don’t say anything more or give him your address he drives in the opposite direction of your apartment. You contemplate your sanity the whole ride there but you’re too far gone to even want to tell him to turn around and bring you home.

His brownstone is gorgeous. Everything from the ornate edifice of the building to the classic tile in foyer exudes luxury and when you step inside the actual space you have to cover your mouth to stop any sound from escaping.

“I’m glad you like it doll,” he says from behind you, his chest brushing your back.

His lips meet the shell of your ear in a whisper. “I can give you a tour if you like or I can give you what you really want first.”

You turn to face him, his gravelly tone bringing several other things into focus. His cheeks are lightly flushed and his breathing has roughened. You sway closer and he runs his finger along your arm.

“The books…?” you question weakly.

“They’re not going anywhere,” he assures you as his fingertips trace your jaw.

“You don’t even have my phone number,” you continue. “We haven’t even been on a date yet!”

He starts to walk, pushing you slowly backward until you enter another room. Without taking his eyes off you he flicks a switch on the wall and the space is bathed in a soft glow, illuminating the ceiling high shelves of dark wood that line every wall. Every space is filled with books.

Your eyes wander for mere seconds before he grabs your chin and directs your gaze back to his.

“I think our bookshop encounters can be considered dates, don’t you?” he says softly.

Just before your back hits one of the shelves his large hand cradles your body, gently pressing you into the books. He leans closer, moving his hands to rest on either side of your head.

“Maybe…”

“Do you ever have an answer other than ‘maybe’?” he asks.

Your lips part to speak but he stops you with the brush of his mouth. “Don’t. Say. Maybe.”

Even though your last two meetings were charged with tension, this is the first time he’s really touching you and it sends shock waves through your entire body.

You breathe out a strangled ‘yes’ and arch into him, inviting more of his touch.

His mouth comes down on yours hard and hungry and the initial contact steals your breath. When you slide your hands over his chest and up to his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin, he groans and pushes you against the shelf.

You break contact with his mouth, gasping at the hardness pressing against your stomach.

“I’ve been like this since the moment I saw you,” he growls. “Do you know what that’s been like?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer as his mouth moves to your neck and sucks the sensitive spot underneath your ear, causing you to whimper his name.

Your head rolls to the side, begging for more and you let out a sound of frustration when he rocks his hips and keeps his mouth hovering along your skin.

“Is this what you want?” he murmurs with another grind of his hips.

Your fingers slide into his hair, raking through the soft strands as your breath catches on a gasp.

“Answer me, doll,” he demands.

“Yes. Yes Bucky. I want it.”

His hands leave your body and grip the edge of the shelf behind you. He dips his head, trailing kisses upward along your neck until he meets your earlobe, growling low.

“You’re going to spread these pretty legs for me doll and I’m going to bury my face between them.”

His tone warns you not to protest and with a strangled breath you do as you’re told, your head thumping back against the books when he slides his hand down your stomach.

“Eyes on me doll.”

You look down as he slips his hand inside your leggings, slowly peeling them, along with your panties down to your ankles.

He finds your swollen clit and circles it with teasing strokes, giving you one last hard look before his tongue flattens and he tastes you from top to bottom.

You’re already so close and when he pushes a finger inside you your eyes start to glaze over, your hips rocking rhythmically onto his hand and face.

When he pushes a second finger inside you it sends you over the edge, his tongue working you until your legs are shaking and you’re chanting his name.

“Fuck doll. You coming apart for me is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

You start to slump forward, your breathing still ragged and he runs a soft hand along your hip, holding you steady and biting gently into your skin with his fingers.

“I’m going to make you come over and over again,” he whispers as he stands and takes you in his arms, his lips caressing the shell of your ear. “With my fingers, my mouth, my cock.”

“Yes. Please,” you whimper.

He presses closer, his lips teasing along your jaw until your eyes meet. “But first we’re going to have a proper date.”

Your lips part with your objection and you’re ready to beg him for more but he presses a finger to your lips, smiling when you instantly quiet.

“If I get inside you now I’ll never be able to leave and I don’t have enough time tonight to worship you. I have business to deal with.”

 Your eyes drop to his mouth and your fingers climb up his chest.

“Ok,” you say, still breathless.

“You’re going to be my date for an auction event I have to attend tomorrow night…and then afterwards we’ll have the rest of the night. And the next morning…all day. You’ll be all mine.”

You nod, unable to find your voice again but squirm against him in desperation, your body still craving more.

“Sweet fucking hell, doll,” he hisses. “Don’t make me rush this.”

He grabs your waist so you stop moving, his eyes wandering over your face before he captures your lips in a kiss.

When he releases your mouth the set of his jaw is rigid and his fingers dig deeper into your skin.

“Tomorrow,” he murmurs. “Be ready by five.”

You stare at yourself in the mirror, smoothing your hands over your dress for the tenth time. Before leaving Bucky’s apartment you had exchanged numbers and several more kisses then he walked you to your door, wasting no time reminding you of his promises for tonight.

Your pulse quickens as his words threaten to consume you and you wonder how you’ll ever make it through the next few hours without throwing yourself at him. His touch was like nothing else you’d experienced. Not one of his movements were wasted and his objective was clear. He was going to absolutely ruin you. And you were ready.

The light knock on your door startles you but you check the clock and see he’s right on time.

“You’re punctual,” you say as you open the door.

He looks amazing and have to bite your lip to stop your satisfied moan.

“And you’re fucking stunning,” he says as his eyes rake over every inch of you.

He continues staring and steps inside.

“Do you plan on looking at me like that all night?” you ask.

“Like what?” he replies as he reaches out for you.

“Like you need to devour me.”

“It’s all I want,” he growls, sliding his hand along the curve of your back to bring you closer.

“Do we really need to go to this auction?” you purr against his lips.

His fingers splay against your back and he brushes his nose to yours. “I do doll face, but if you need my hand between your legs first, all you have to do is ask me.”

Before you can form the words for a weak protest, his hand dips between your bodies and starts to lift the hem of your dress.

“Say it doll. I want to hear you say the words."

“Please Bucky,” you gasp. “Give me your fingers. I need your fingers.”

 @randomfandompenguin @hiddles-rose @lizette50 @blackwidownat2814 @buckysdollforlife @littleseasiren @goldylions @kmc1989

[writingmyheartsout]

Church - a meet-cute with Bucky Barnes

While you all are waiting for Nobody's Soldier chapter 2, I thought about giving you the other story I'm working on.

It's mostly a meet-cute/bookshop au, so not much of a warning with this (well, maybe until the end) narrated between the present and the past. Set post-tfatws.

Title is a song from Chase Atlantic. Chapter name is a song from Lifehouse.

Thanks to @kandis-mom for the help with this one. This fic is only on Wattpad and soon on Ao3

CW : Bucky post mission and acting domestic, mention of bruises, reader is afab, reader is short, first meeting, fluff, wholesome, lots of love and embarrassment, reader doesn't know who he really is.

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Ch. 1 - You and Me

It was getting pretty late, but despite that you were unable to make it to the bed, wondering if your boyfriend was alright or when he would actually come back home. That same afternoon he had texted you just to tell you that, after being gone for almost two weeks.

So you ended up sitting on the new leather sofa you got a month ago, curled up under a light blanket and with the tv on but not really watching it.

Then, the sound of a key turning distracted you from your thoughts as you perked up and watched Bucky come through the front door. He entered with an armload of takeout bags and a tired expression on his face.

"Thought you'd be asleep by now, dollface." he said as soon as he saw you, the sight of you bringing a smile to his face.

At that, the slight frown that was on your face before eased as you smiled back.

"I couldn't, knowing you were coming back. Wanted to wait for you" you said softly, watching him move over the couch after placing the bags on the table and taking off his jacket. Your gaze followed every movement as he settled down next to you and noticed how his body relaxed immediately.

"You alright?" you asked then, a hint of worry in your voice.

He placed an arm around your shoulders and tugged you into his side as he sat down, pressing a kiss to your cheek while holding you close. He felt relieved to finally be home, to finally see you and he couldn't help the warmth that started spreading in his chest.

"Better, now that you're in my arms," he murmured, gazing at you with those clear blue eyes like you were the most precious thing in the world.

"But It's late. You have work in the morning. You didn't have to wait for me." he only answered, his other hand coming to cradle your cheek.

You smiled as soon as he pulled you close, his soft eyes, now tired and half-opened looked down at you with such love. You felt your cheeks flush a little under his gaze.

"Shush, I may have taken two days off after you told me you were back, so don't worry" you only replied, slowly leaning to place a soft kiss on his lips.

"But you better go wash off, you smell really bad, baby.."

Bucky chuckled as you scolded him, pressing another kiss to your lips and then leaning down to steal a quick kiss against your neck as well, just for good measure.

He couldn't help but love all the little moments he was able to get with you. They were simple, sweet, and most importantly, felt very domestic. After all, you two had moved in together just two months ago and being able to come home to someone after even the roughest mission, sometimes covered in bruises and scrapes, was such a blessing in his mind.

"Oh, do I? You still kiss me though," he murmured and smiled against your skin

"That's because I missed you that much, you idiot.." you said playfully, teasing him back.

"But seriously, I can't check on you if you don't.." you added softly, closing your eyes for a moment longer as you enjoyed how his lips felt against your skin and his warmth.

Even when he was away for longer times sometimes, there were moments like this one that convinced you further that this was what you wanted and he was just the right man for you.

Bucky smiled when you bit back at him, moving his hand up from your cheek to run his fingers through your hair while moving back to look at you. He loved it when you were like this. It made him feel grounded, and very much less tired.

"Mm, you could check on me in the shower. Make it a little less lonely." He suggested in a slightly taunting tone, trying to coax you off to the bathroom with him.

You smiled at his obvious hint, one of your hands moving to cup his cheek as your gaze was fixed on him.

"You really missed me..that much?.." you then replied as you placed yet another kiss on his lips.

The way he was with you, the way he only let himself be vulnerable since the beginning, how different he was, made your heart grow and beat faster than you could possibly handle. And even if the decision to move in together came way too quickly than you expected, it ended up being probably the best decision you ever made in your life.

"Every minute of every day." He replied simply, a look of sincerity in his eyes. He meant what he said, he knew that you could tell as he leaned into your touch more, loving the warm and comforting nature of it.

Then he closed the small distance between you both and kissed you again, letting his lips linger against yours for a few beats. His arms slid down and tightened around your waist.

"Come with me? I could really use the backup." He murmured, his metal hand moving down further to grip your rear slightly, just to add a more playful note to his words.

"Well, if you asking it like that.." you murmured against his soft lips. You gasped when he squeezed at your ass to prove a point, feigning annoyance at the gesture but then added.

"Maybe I can even help you out..." a small smirk now pulling at your lips..." if you're good enough"

And the way he leaned into your touch, as he always did, hugged you or touched you anytime he could, was honestly still intoxicating even after such a long time together.

Bucky smiled at that, leaning down to kiss your cheek before he was off the couch, pulling you up with him and then to the bathroom. Once there he slowly started to undress, letting you help him as he tried to suppress the wince of pain everytime the fabric brushed against his fresh bruises.

Only then, discarding his dirty clothes anywhere, he switched the shower on, briefly feeling the warm water spray over his back as he turned to face you again. He tugged teasingly at the bottom of your shirt before pulling it off you completely and letting his hands run over your skin.

"I missed you. I missed all of this.." he murmured against your lips as he leaned closer.

"I don't think I tell you that enough.."

His touch so gentle and yet so hot against your skin as you let him undress you, sent a faint shiver down your spine. The next moment he pulled you closer, making you follow him under the warm water as you relished in his touch and sweet words while both your hands rested on his chest.

"Don't worry about that now, baby.." you started softly, one hand slowly slid up to his cheek.

"You coming back home every time, is enough for me"

Bucky let the water spray over both of you as his hold on you tightened slightly, loving the feeling of his skin against yours. His hands traced along your spine as he pressed you up against the wall of the large shower to kiss you again.

He had loved you from the first minute he saw you and he knew that he loved you with every single fiber of his being. Moments like this, they proved everything. He loved you, you loved him, and that's all that mattered.

"I love you," he breathed, voice low, before placing another fleeting kiss on your lips.

"I love you too.." you whispered back, looking at him softly as both your arms went around his neck.

Moments like this, where he was so gentle yet desperate reminded you why you loved him so much.

But those weren't the only things.

Actually, the first thing that made you fall for him was his eyes. It was the first night he walked into the bookstore you worked in.

Those same eyes that widened in honest surprise when you helped him with a book he couldn't find.

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It was almost closing time that night. It was cold outside as it always was around this time of the year and the only thing you wanted was to go home when you heard someone coming in.

Bucky had come into the bookstore on a whim, thinking that he could pick up a good book to distract himself for a bit.

He wasn't looking for anything specific, even if he had plenty of suggestions others had given him. He was simply browsing and getting distracted when he spotted you as you smiled at him.

You seemed kind enough, at least to him as he awkwardly approached you when he couldn't find the one book he sort of knew. He had been staring at your smile more than he intended to, completely missing the little table filled with books until he accidentally bumped into it.

"Jesus.." Bucky cursed when he knocked into the table in his distraction, glancing over to see that he had knocked over some books in the process.

At that, he crouched down to start picking them up but you were there much quicker than him, crouching down beside him as he immediately met your gaze. His own eyes widening a little at how pretty you actually looked upclose before he uttered an almost too quiet "I'm sorry.."

At his apology, another smile pulled at your lips as your eyes met his and you almost forgot how to breathe at the sight of his eyes.

Those were the most beautiful eyes you ever saw in your life you thought, trying to pull yourself together enough to be professional.

"Oh no it's fine.." you said then, looking down to pick up more books as you felt your cheeks warming up slightly.

"Really.." you added, ignoring the strange flutter in your stomach.." ..happens all the time"

Bucky's frown lessened somewhat when you spoke, your voice gentle and kind as he found himself unable to stop staring at you. He was still holding a random book loosely in his hands as he got distracted by how pretty you were in his eyes.

He glanced over your face the moment you looked down, taking in your features, the warm smile, your slightly flushed cheeks and your soft side profile. Yes, you were definitely the most beautiful person he had seen so far.

"Y-yeah.." He stammered out, immediately cursing himself for sounding like a nervous wreck already.

He glanced away from you and back down at the books, trying to gather himself for a moment, but the sight of your hands reaching in to help him pick up the books wasn't any better.

He took in a breath and tried to focus on the task instead of how pretty you were. It was tough to do so, so he just cleared his throat slightly and asked "..do you work here?"

"A-actually yes.." you replied then, picking up the last book and putting it on the small table as you stood up.

You didn't know why you even stammered your words out, you were actually really good with words, with the work you had and all. But those eyes, the way they were watching you were so different and you strangely found yourself liking it.

"Do you need help?"

Bucky followed your every move as he rose to his full height alongside you and once on his feet again, it became apparent he was a few inches taller than you. His clear eyes looked down and studied your face again, shifting from foot to foot as his hands clutched at the book to keep himself from reaching out in some way. The way you looked was doing things to him that he had never experienced before.

"I'm not sure, I'm looking for a novel, I think. Do...do you think you could help me?" he answered, trying to remember the actual name of the book Sam told him the other day.

"Well, I.. " you started as you took in his height, trying not to stare too much at him..."Yeah, I can-I can try actually" you added smiling, turning and avoiding his gaze altogether as you walked back to the counter.

That was your job after all. But those eyes, so bright and pure, they kept messing with your head, confusing you and leaving you almost speechless.

"What were...you looking for, exactly?"

Bucky tried to keep his gaze on your face as you spoke, but he kept getting drawn to the slope of your neck and the curve of your shoulder when you weren't looking.

He cleared his throat again and fidgeted with the cover of the book he still had in his hands, almost too nervous for his own good.

What was happening to him? Where had you been his whole life, and why was he feeling this way?

"Um... I think it was called The Picture of Dorian Grey?" he answered, taking a deep breath and looking away just for a second. Then he followed suit behind you, still unsure if he had the name right.

You lightly chuckled at his honest mistake, typing away at the computer to find where the book was. You completely missed how his gaze wandered from your face to your neck as you busied yourself.

"Actually.." you said then, meeting his eyes for a moment then back at the screen in front of you.

"It's called the portrait of Dorian Gray, probably that's probably why you couldn't find it"

Bucky silently berated himself, watching your fingers moving fast on the keyboard as you typed away on the computer, then up again at your face.

He wasn't typically one to get so embarrassed and clumsy, but there was something about you that just threw him off but in the best way possible.

"Ah, yeah, that's probably why.." He admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head as he came to stand closer to you.

You couldn't help the little smile at his last sentence, finding it cute how almost shy he sounded.

"I've seen worse..." you replied to him, your tone light and sincere as you looked up at him once again..."It's not the end of the world"

"I will help you get the book, alright?" you added with a polite smile, quickly making your way over to where the book was without waiting for an answer.

It was late and you still had lots of other things left to do but this person, this stranger was a nice change to your boring routine tonight.

Bucky couldn't help a small smile at your little reassurance. The soft sound of your voice was soothing to him in a way that he couldn't explain.

"Thanks.." he said quietly, meaning it as he followed along while you made your way deeper into the bookshop.

It was strange, but he felt like he was drawn to you, like he didn't want to leave. He was just as happy to spend the whole night helping you close down the store, just to get to talk to you a little more.

"I feel like I should be thanking you twice now.." he joked lightly then when you both stopped near a rather tall bookshelf.

"Thanking me twice?.." you curiously asked, as your attention was still fixed on finding the book in question.

"Why's that? I'm just doing my job..." you added, only to squeal when you finally found it.

"Ah ah ...there you are.." as you stretched higher to pick it up, obviously struggling due to you being on the shorter side.

"Why there isn't a ladder around when you need one.." you then grumbled quietly under your breath.

Bucky chuckled at your small squeal and then again at your complaint. You were too small for this, and it was absolutely adorable.

"Well, you've helped me twice," he answered, watching you struggle for a moment longer before stepping in.

"Here, let me," he said as he reached up and easily tugged the book from its spot on the top shelf and then handed it over.

"Don't want you to hurt yourself, doll." He teased with a light smile.

"Thanks... I.." you said or tried to when he helped you, handing the book over to you as soon as he got it.

But then his last sentence made words die in your throat as you found yourself speechless.

Doll? What? Was that an old-fashioned compliment perhaps? You thought as a slight frown crossed your face for a second.

But the way he said that, so naturally and gently, it seemed the most fascinating word you ever heard.

"I-I mean... thank you.." you tried, clearing your throat while your cheeks grew warmer.

Bucky smiled as he passed you the book, enjoying the faint colouring of your cheeks as you spoke, wondering if he was making you just as flustered and awkward as he was.

He honestly was just teasing with the nickname, but the way you reacted to it had him silently promising to call you that again as soon as he could.

"No, thank you.." he replied, taking half a step closer as he took in your flushed face. "..for saving me from my idiocy again."

"Ah, you're no idiot, really.." you started, giving him a small smile even if you felt your face literally going on fire.

"You're probably the nicest customer I had so far, today.." you added, as a soft chuckle escaped you.

And the most beautiful, you thought.

Then you couldn't help but notice how he moved closer and for whatever reason you didn't mind, finding yourself unwilling to move from where you were.

But when you were about to say more, the phone rang, breaking whatever tension was building there as you quickly walked over to the counter to answer.

He chuckled at that, not entirely convinced that he wasn't an idiot.

"Nice for someone who knocked over a whole stack of books.." he teased lightly, a smirk on his face as he followed you to the register when the phone started ringing.

Then he leaned with his arms against the counter, tilting his head to the side a bit as he watched you and then the phone.

"Guess you need to answer that..?" he lightly teased, finding himself unable to stop.

"I'm afraid I am.." you said quietly as you gave him another smile, still not being able to divert your attention from him.

Why can't you stop smiling at him? you thought, not really understanding what was going on in your mind as you cursed yourself.

And even when you picked up the receiver it was like you couldn't tear your gaze away.

Until the other person on the other side spoke. Fuck, why was this so awkward?

"Yeah, yeah everything's alright Miss Redmond.." you said then, answering to the person on the other end as you finally turned away from him for a moment.

"Yeah...I'm about to close..yes.." you answered, fumbling with random things on the desk in front of you as you tried to focus on the conversation.

"..no, it wasn't so bad honestly.." you stated with a light chuckle to then muttering a quiet oh

"No...no it's not a problem, I'll open tomorrow morning... Yeah bye..bye, goodnight.."

Then you sighed, turning back at him.

Bucky watched you the whole time. When you picked up the phone or how you replied to whatever they were asking you while you fiddled with whatever you could find in front of you. It was endearing in a way.

Still, he had a feeling about what the person on the other side was saying, and judging by your expressions, it was something you were not looking forward to.

Once you were done, he immediately knew he was right.

"You don't look too happy about it.. " he spoke then, frowning slightly and watching you as you sighed, taking in the clear annoyance and frustration on your face.

"Your boss, I'm guessing?" He asked lightly, his eyes never leaving you.

"Yeah..." you scoffed visibly annoyed, placing the book still in your hands on the counter as your gaze went, out of habit, on the screen at the side of you.

"She's not bad, she's just extremely demanding.." you started, looking at him again with a small smile, trying to act as if nothing happened.

"And I'm far too nice to say no to her, do you want that one too, by the way?" you added, only to gesture at the other book he was casually holding.

Bucky shrugged his shoulders at the description you gave him, not at all surprised to hear that your boss was so demanding. He also figured that you probably were far too polite for your own good.

"Sorry to hear that, that's unfortunate, but very typical," he said genuinely.

Then he chuckled at your last words, looking down at the other book still in his hands. God, he felt so hopeless.

"Is it obvious I'm that of a big of a reader?" he joked before nodding, "But sure, I'll get this one too and I... I'll also take any recommendations you might have" he tried, setting the book down on the counter and then looked at you again, a hint of a small smirk on his face.

You were somehow glad for his comment, for his understanding while checking out both books and adding a small third one, like you always did with every purchase.

"Not a bad thing, as I see it at least.." you said then, closing the bag nicely.

"But as for recommendations, I could always have you signed up for the membership card" you added half joking but still doing your job as your gaze went from him to the screen as you started closing all the tabs.

"Is that your pitch to get me to buy more books?" he teased, as the membership card offer made him genuinely chuckle.

"Do I get a discount or something?" he then genuinely asked, his eyes on you still as he occasionally focused on how your fingers moved around so quickly.

"Well.." you started, playfully retorting at his joke, or trying to, with a slight pitch in your voice.."..what did you think I'm doing here? That's kind of my job"

And the way his gaze never faltered, taking note of your every move, even if he thought you didn't notice combined with the light teasing made your heart flutter a little more.

Why did he keep looking at you that way? Why was he so damn nice? you asked yourself.

"But yeah, sort of..and new recommendations every month.." you added as you couldn't help how your eyes went to meet his for just a second.

"What can I say? You're very, very good at it, I have to admit.." he admitted softly. He could see how you were struggling to keep eye contact, and he had to wonder if he was the cause of it, once again.

The thought alone made him feel confused and happy somehow, considering he was still very much flustered beyond comprehension even if he was trying not to show it, much.

"But free books? I'm definitely interested then.." he teased again, now leaning against the counter a bit more to get closer to you.

"Alright...alright .." you chuckled at his tease, diverting your eyes from him and looking down, while you took one of the cards you had available.

"It's nothing fancy, we're a small bookshop after all" you stated a little bit more nervously than you intended to.

" But I guess I'd need your full name, are you still ok with that?" you then added, asking it out of courtesy and making sure he wasn't uncomfortable with that.

The sound of your voice was so pleasant to him that he almost missed what you were asking him as he watched you get the card you needed. Deep down he knew that agreeing in getting a membership was just another excuse for him to stay here longer.

"That's alright, I think small bookstores are much more quaint.." he confessed, somehow completely forgetting what he had to say and only remembering it when you looked up at him with a confused look.

"Yeah, yeah... it's fine. It's James Buchanan Barnes" he answered quickly, feeling like a complete fool and berating himself silently.

"It's.." you started, looking up again at him for a moment with a questioning look.

"You do have a middle name, is that a middle name?.." you asked, tilting your head to the side. At the same time, you couldn't help to think that the name sounded...familiar..in a way but you quickly dismissed the feeling.

"It's so rare these days.." you added, looking down again to write down a few last things more, to then give him said card.

Bucky chuckled at your surprise, nodding his head once to then answer your question.

"Yeah, Buchanan. Let's just say I'm a man of many names" he joked lightly. He didn't feel like giving too much away yet, but surely he was taken aback when you didn't say more about it.

Didn't you know who he really was? Well, that was a first he thought.

"Still, I think I like James better..." you said almost without thinking, not noticing how Bucky's cheeks tinged lightly pink or how his smile got somewhat wider.

Then he paused, that feeling of his whole world being rocked coming over again as you said his first name. For some reason, hearing that from you, made him feel weirdly happy.

After that moment you kept talking a bit more, well he mostly, noticing how a little tension had started to build up between the two of you. He even offered to walk you home after closing but you politely denied it, as you still felt a bit confused about what had happened.

But the morning after, when you showed up early to open, he came around again, just enough to bring you a cup of coffee. That single gesture left a smile on your face that lasted the whole time, lifting your mood and making the day go by faster.

Were you falling for him already?

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So hopefully i did it right. It's not the first story I write with this method and I really wanted to tell their story. Story is multichapter, with everytime telling a bit of the story, so more is coming soon.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Don’t Mess with My Girl

Fandom: Marvel (Mob Boss AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You come home from work and you make the mistake of telling Bucky that a guy has been harassing you at work.

Warning: harassment from a male coworker

A/N: the snippets of Bucky in the Thunderbolts trailer have ignited my love for him again omfg.

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Bucky's already home when you arrive from work. You let out an exhausted sigh as you place your things on the kitchen island and kiss Bucky's cheek, "Hi, lovey."

He hums and looks at your slumped figure, "What's wrong?" he asks with furrowed brows, concern written all over his face.

"Just a rough day at work," you reply, opening up the dishwasher to grab a cup and snort as you see Bucky's metal prosthetic resting inside.

You turn back to him, "Explain," you say pointing at his arm.

He gives a sheepish grin and shrugs, "Today was a bit messy, is all." You chuckle and roll your eyes. You grab a cup from the top rack of the dishwasher and grab Bucky's arm, laying it on the counter.

"What happened today?" you ask as you fill your cup with water from the fridge.

Bucky shakes his head, "Nope. I asked you a question first," he walks over to you and cups your face with his right hand, "What's made my girl all upset?"

You groan, "A new hire, Noah. He's very...persistent."

"Persistent how?"

You shrug, "He just keeps asking me out, getting a little too close-"

"Fire him," Bucky immediately says.

You groan, "But he's a good employee!"

"Doesn't matter if he keeps harassing you."

"I wouldn't say he's harassing me..."

Bucky cocks a brow and places his hand on his hip in a very intimidating manner, "Does he get aggressive when you reject him?"

"...yes."

"Is he constantly berating you and not taking no for an answer?"

"...yeah."

"Does he scare you?"

"A little bit."

"Baby, that's harassment," he says as he walks over to his metal arm, placing it onto the notch and locking it in. He looks down and flexes his arm, "I can take care of him for you, easily. The fellas and I can grab him and-"

You immediately wave your hands and shake your head, "No, no, no. No! Don't hurt him! I'll-I'll handle it. I'll talk to Joan and let her know what's been going on."

"Good and if that doesn't stop him then, I'll pay him a visit," you give him a playful shove and he chuckles, "What? No one messes with my girl and gets away with it!"

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As soon as you got into the bookshop the next day, you immediately tell Joan of Noah's behavior. When he comes in, Joan pulled him aside to talk to him. You thought that everything would be good after that...but you were wrong.

When you were in the back, putting books away, Noah corners you, "Did you really have to tell Joan our business?"

You can't help but scoff at his audacity, "Well you wouldn't stop asking me out after I said no and reminding you that I have a boyfriend."

It's Noah's turn to scoff, "Oh yeah, your boyfriend," he says with air quotes, "You say you have one but you don't have him as your lockscreen and you haven't showed any pictures of him."

"He's a private person, but that's not the point! I told you 'no'! You should've stopped after that."

Noah rolls his eyes, "Oh just because someone says 'no', doesn't mean they mean it! Means they want you to try harder."

"Actually, it just means 'no' and you fuck off," a deep voice cuts in-between the confrontation between you and Noah.

Both of you turn to see Bucky standing there with a hard glare on his face.

You gulp, "Bucky, what're you doing here?"

He holds up your lunch bag, "You forgot your lunch at home," he holds it out and you rush over to him, grabbing the bag and remaining at his side.

Noah looks at Bucky with wide eyes and then at you. His face loses color as he realizes, "W-Wait, you-you're dating the White Wolf of Brooklyn?"

Bucky smirks at his nickname, "Yeah, she is. And my girl told me you wouldn't leave her alone. Sounds like even with your job on the line, you still don't seem to get the hint." He slips off his blazer, handing it off to Steve. He then starts rolling up the sleeve of his metal arm, the dim lighting of the book shop reflecting off its metal plates.

"I can definitely figure out a way to get the message through to you."

Noah stutters out a response, "N-No. Th-That's not necessary, s-sir. I-I won't bother, Y/N again, I promise."

Bucky hums, "If I see or hear you harassing my girl or anyone else, I'll make sure your body will never be found again. Scum like you don't deserve second chances, but I'm feeling a little gracious today."

Noah nods, "Thank you. I-I won't behave like that ever again."

"Good. Now apologize to Y/N," he nods to you.

Noah gulps and stutters out an apology. You simply reply with a nod and Noah scurries away.

You let out a deep breath that you didn't know you were holding. You look at Bucky, "Thanks."

He shrugs, "Anyone gives you a problem, they have to go through me," he mumbles pecking your lips.

"Y/N, do you know why Noah suddenly qui-ah," Joan turns the corner to see you and Bucky. The older woman puts her hands on her hips and gives Bucky a scolding look, "Barnes, what did you do?"

Bucky shrugs, "Just gave him a warning, ma'am. He shouldn't have been treatin' my girl like that!"

"Very true, but you know I don't condone violence in my shop."

He holds his hands up, "No violence happened, ma'am. Just a little threatenin'." Joan looks to you for confirmation and you nod.

She sighs, "Very well. Guess I need to look for another employee again."

An idea came to mind, "Actually, I know someone!"

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"Seriously, Y/N, I owe you one for this!" the young brunette exclaims as he follows you with a box of books in his arms.

You chuckle, "It's no problem, Peter. Besides, we both get something out of this. You're doing a much safer job like your Aunt May and Tony wanted and you get to keep an eye on me for Bucky. It's a win-win situation."

The bell above the shop's door rings and Peter immediately places the box of books down, "I got it!" he rushes to the front, "Hi, welcome to-oh! Y/N!" Peter's voice echoes through the store.

You shelf a book and head to the front, "Yeah?" you break out into a smile as you see Bucky there.

"Hey!" you approach him, giving a little wave to Steve, who stands behind him. Steve waves back, but says nothing else. You wrap your arms around Bucky and peck his lips, "What's up?"

"Had a meeting at Wanda's shop, brought some pastries for you, Joan, and the kid," he hands over the maroon pastry box with Wanda's logo on it.

"Yay! Here, Peter," you hand it off to the young man and he jaw drops, "Oh, sweet! Thanks, Mr. Barnes!" and he heads into the back to share the pastries with Joan.

Bucky places his hands on your waist, "How's he doin'?"

You chuckle, "Fine. He's very enthusiastic and a hard worker. Plus, he doesn't hit on me because he's in love with MJ."

Bucky's brows shoot up in surprise, "Jones' kid? Pft. Good luck, Parker."

You giggle and then back away, "Alright, big mob boss, I need to get back to work."

"Fine. But seriously though, you feel better? Safer?"

You nod, "I do. Thank you," you kiss his cheek and he softens, "Like I said, no one messes with my girl," he gives you a wink and wave as he exits the book shop.

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

Our Lost Girl, Our Babydoll - Part 2

Marvel AU

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Reader x Alpha Bucky Barnes

Theme: A/B/O

Summary: A bookshop and a spilled coffee leads you to Clint. He leads you to Natasha, and you lead them both to your best friend Darcy. They try to introduce you to Bucky and Steve but you're full of excuses and Irish goodbyes. Until Bucky catches your scent on Natasha and he's sliding in your DM's and offering to help pack up Darcy's apartment. Steve wants to give their bookworm the world and your Irish goodbyes won't slip passed him, because his eyes never leave you. But what's giving you the lost look in your eyes?

Chapter Summary: Why is the reader late? And what is girl talk?

Bucky and Steve scrambled, knocking into each other as they tried to get to the door first. The noise alerted the others to the scuffling.

“It’s the coffees you idiots.” Natasha called from the now open door. "You would have smelt if it was her."

Clint sniggered as he went to help Nat, passing out the coffees as he returned.

“You know I thought it was just Clint that went to clown school.” Sassed Sam.

“Hahahahaha.” Bucky replied dryly.

“Oh leave them, it’s sweet how excited they are.” Came Maria’s reply.

“See.” Steve said looking at Bucky knowingly.

“She said sweet, not cute.” Bucky grumbled, as he perched on Darcy’s couch, pulling a danish from the bag that had been placed on the coffee table. Sam went to deliver another quip but Steve shook his head, noticing Bucky’s sulking.

“Don’t worry Yasha, she’ll be here soon.” Nat added, glancing at her phone. Darcy glanced over to look and then showed Nat something on her phone.

“To be fair it’s not like her to be late. Is she OK?” Maria asked.

Before there was chance to answer Steve and Bucky jumped to their feet, startling the others and started to dust themselves free of crumbs. Steve searched his pockets for a mint, wanting to avoid coffee breath and Bucky ran his fingers through his hair. Darcy decided to take the opportunity to tease them.

“You ok their fellas or did my best friend just walk up the street?”

There was laughter around the room as Nat stood, grabbing your Strawberry Frappe, a danish and a napkin.

“Wait, where are you going?” Asked Steve.

“Girl talk. Stay.” Replied Natasha, exchanging a quick glance with Maria, who nodded quickly.

“We aren’t dogs.” Grumbled Bucky.

“No, you’re over excited alphas.” She replied, pulling Darcy through the door and closing it quickly.

Bucky huffed and threw himself onto the sofa dramatically. The group tried to stifle their laughter. Clint struggled the most and let out a chuckle.

“Yeah, I know, I know, I’m over excited blah blah blah.” Complained Bucky.

“That’s not why I’m laughing actually, Nat was worse than you. She changed outfits four times, brought three different bouquets of flowers and ordered six different blankets. Y/N had to tell her to and I quote ‘calm the fuck down, you look like you’re about to hump her’. To be fair Darcy looked hot. I struggled and I just had my beta urges to contend with.”

“Yeah but at least you got a date, all we’ve got is avoidance.” Grumbled Bucky, “Steve stop staring at the door, she’s not gonna magic through it.”

Steve was now the one to huff.

“What exactly is ‘girl talk’ anyway?” He asked, as they all turned to look at Maria.

As you neared Darcy’s building you got a whiff of Steve, closely followed by what you now knew to be Bucky. You saw the main door to the apartment open and panicked for a second, worried it was them. Realising their scents were still a bit of a distance away you sniffed and got a whiff of your best friend and soon to be mate, spotting them both soon after.

You quickly brushed the tears from your face and took a deep breath. Time for the ‘I’m fine’ face.

“Heyyyyy, it’s moving day! I’m so sorry I’m late, my appointment ran over, I’m here now and I have everything” you kept your voice light, tapping your bag. Darcy barrelled into you, hugging you tightly.

“Why were you at the doctors?”

“What, errrr I wasn’t, it was an eyebrow appointment.”

Darcy pushed your hair away to look at your eyebrows and shook her head disappointingly.

“When did we start lying to each other?”

“Fuck” you muttered, “how’d you know?”

“First, we went three days ago to get them done together, remember, AND Natasha tracked your phone.”

“For fuck sake Romanoff!!!” You snapped as you shot a look at her, as she hovered a few steps behind Darcy.

“I have a danish and your awful pink drink.” Nat replied, holding them out.

You side stepped Darcy and grabbed your drink and danish from Nat’s hands, letting out a huff as you sat on the building steps.

Darcy quietly followed and sat beside you, brushing your hair away from your face again, this time spotting the tear marks on your cheeks. Nat sat a few steps back, observing you both.

“I’m worried.”

“Don’t be. It was a checkup.”

“On a Saturday?”

“Specialist clinic, runs twice a month, this was the only slot, I’ve been waiting three months. I’m sorry I was late, they were running behind and then I couldn’t get an Uber and then there’s an accident a few blocks down, I walked the rest, I’m sorry.” You went to stand but Darcy grabbed at you.

“What’s going on?”

“Darcy this is your day, you don’t need to hear my bullshit.”

“Yes, I do, you always hear my crap and I wanna hear yours. What is it? Is it your suppressants? Shit, is it suppressants sickness?”

You sighed.

“A little, my body it’s, well it’s not exactly happy about being on them so long and”

“And?”

“And…… I want a baby."

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The best laid plans

AN: It’s so fluffy!!!! This is my first fill for this year’s ‘Into an alternate Juni-verse” and when I got Surgeon AU on my card I knew I had to revisit this pairing from last year's event…You don’t need to read it to understand this fic, but it will give you more context.

A big thanks to @metalbvcky for spitballing and cheerleading

Beta’d by the wonderful @drabbles-mc

Likes are loved, reblogs are golden

Mood board by me and dividers by @firefly-graphics

Bingo Fills - 

@stuckybingo G3: Migraines

@steverogersbingo D2: Monica Rambeau

Build a Bucky Bingo by @buckybarnesevents: Feb: Forehead kisses

Into an Alternate Juni-verse by @buckybarnesevents : AU: Surgeon

@caplanbuckybarnes Weekly Writing Challenge Week 1; “Holding you like this is where I’m happiest.”

Master list | Alternate Juni-verse Master list | Stucky Bingo Master List | SRB Master list | BaBB Master List

Summary: With Steve’s hectic work schedule, their relationship was never going to be plain-sailing, but they have an uninterrupted 48 hours coming up. Surely nothing will go wrong?

Relationship: Small Doctor Steve Rogers x Bookstore Owner Bucky Barnes

Word count: 3.8k

CW: Modern AU, Fluff, Insinuation of spicy time, Bucky and Nat friendship, Teasing, descriptions of migraine, caring Bucky, Hurt/Comfort, suggestive and happy ending, implied bottom Bucky.

Steve was well aware of how his life was currently a study in contrasts. On the one hand there was the hustle and bustle and bright lights of the hospital and on the other, the cosy warmth of the bookshop where Bucky worked and Steve spent a lot of his off hours. There was the inherent stress involved in working in the ER, with the requirement he always be ‘switched on’, but then there was the gentle pace that life with Bucky forced him into.

Bucky.

He couldn’t believe how much his life had changed since those two chance encounters nine months ago, one in a bar and the other right here in the ER.

Steve hadn’t been looking for anything, heart still raw from a break-up that had seen him upsticks and relocate from Los Angeles to New York, but something about Bucky had gotten under his guard. After their unexpected reunion in the hospital following a very memorable one-night stand, Steve had known there was no way he could go on without the young bookstore owner in his life.

They were taking it one step at a time though. Steve’s job was obviously full-on, especially so as he’d decided to continue working towards becoming a surgeon, something he’d done most of the work for out in California. Between his ER shifts, and the work for his qualification, both practical and theoretical, they sometimes went days without seeing each other and Steve didn’t want to force Bucky into something he wasn’t able to cope with - there was a reason why a large number of people in the medical field struggled to maintain relationships.

Therefore he maintained his apartment, and Bucky still had his own over his shop. Admittedly that warm, lived-in space, as small and covered in white cat fur as it was, felt more like home to Steve than his larger, pristine loft that still looked like something out of a brochure. Also, Bucky’s place was a lot closer to the hospital than his. It made sense, really, to spend most of his time there. He kept thinking about ‘taking the next step’, but something was stopping him.

Steve let out a sigh. He hadn’t seen Bucky in a full 48 hours now, and there was still another six to go until he could leave.

Today was an observation day, where Steve would be watching his mentor while she performed a heart by-pass and she would ask him questions as she did so. He was excited for it, but even that couldn’t dull the ache within him which he knew would only be soothed by a Bucky-hug ™.

He watched Doctor Rambeau - Monica - scrub up, dexterously turning off the tap with her elbow, and then waited for her to move out of the space so he could do the same. He might not be performing the operation, but he still had to follow all the protocols. He knew what an honour this was, having her as his mentor. She was one of the best in her field, and under her tutelage he knew he would be able to make a difference to so many people. With his own history of health issues, he knew what it was like to have his life saved and was ready to pay it forwards. 

“You ready, Doctor Rogers?” He turned to see one perfectly shaped eyebrow rise at him from behind an eye-shield.

“Absolutely. Lead on, Doctor Rambeau.” He knew his smile was hidden behind his mask, but hopefully she would hear it in his voice and see it in the crinkles around his eyes. He suspected not much got past her. The junior doctors were always making remarks about how Doctor Rambeau could see things that other mere mortals couldn’t.

“Soooo,” Nat drawled out and Bucky got ready for another round of being teased. “You’re seeing him tonight?”

“Yes,” replied Bucky. “He’s coming over after his observation shift and then he’s off for the next two days. Don’t expect to see much of me outside of work hours.” He waggled his eyebrows at his best friend and grinned as she rolled her eyes in return.

“Don’t I know it. If it wasn’t for his shifts I doubt I’d see you at all.” Despite her words, Bucky could hear the joking affection in her voice. However, what was the point in being best friends if you didn’t wind each other up at every available opportunity?

“You’re one to talk? How are you and Doctor Wilson going? I know he knows his way around….” Bucky’s dig at Sam’s field of specialisation was cut off by Nat placing her finger over his lips.

“Shush, you. We’re going just fine. Keeping it casual. He’s busy. I’m busy. Who wants to put labels on things?”

Bucky’s lips twitched. “Whatever you say, Natty-Nat-Nat. I believe you, thousands wouldn’t.”

She stuck her tongue out at him and then grabbed another armful of books to reshelve. “So apart from fucking, what have you got planned?”

Bucky shrugged. “Not a lot. Depends on how wiped out he is. Dinner tonight - I’m making lasagne - and a film. Probably far too much wine. Tomorrow? Maybe the Brooklyn Museum, and lunch. I know he wants me to test him on some theory, so I need to limber up my tongue so I can say complicated words I don’t understand.”

“Please don’t tell me how you’re going to limber it up,” Nat said with a snort, and Bucky squashed down the urge to throw a book at her. He knew from his own painful experience what it felt like to have a hardback, or several, bounce off his face. The only upside of that situation had been that he’d seen Steve again and gotten his number, even if it had been mortifying at the time.

“Things are still going well, then?” Nat questioned more softly.

“Absolutely.” Bucky let out a sigh as he thought about his diminutive blond boyfriend. Even before their eyes had met across the bar he’d been intrigued. There had been something in Steve’s movements, the way his fingers had held - near caressed - his beer bottle, that had filled Bucky with want.

That feeling hadn’t waned over the past months, and while he inevitably got frustrated when Steve’s shifts kept them apart, he also had an inkling that the periods of separation were also what had kept them in the ‘honeymoon’ phase so long. It heightened the anticipation, and when they did get to spend time together? Well it was a good thing that Bucky had no neighbours and Steve’s apartment had thick walls.

Bucky had always had voracious… appetites… but had been more than pleasantly surprised when Steve proved that he could, most of the time at least, keep up with him. He also hadn’t thought that such an outwardly respectable doctor could be so kinky, but….

“Earth to Barnes!” Nat snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Stop thinking about Steve’s dick on work time.” 

He pouted at her. “Spoilsport. And anyway, it wasn’t his dick I was thinking about, it was his fing–”

Nat threw her hands up over her ears. “LA-LA-LA,” she shouted before walking back towards the front desk and the customers who had just walked through the door. Bucky giggled and continued to restack books while indulging in his daydreams.

Steve slowly pushed the surgical gown down his arms with a sigh and winced at the bright lights in the scrub room. He hadn’t even been doing any of the heavy lifting during that op, but he still felt absolutely wrung out. However, it had been the most wonderful experience, getting to see Monica performing the by-pass so assuredly and asking her questions as she did so. He was also proud of the fact that he’d been able to answer her questions too, although those had been more inquisitorial than plain curious like his. But it was the end of his shift now - more or less on time too, for a change - and he couldn’t wait to get to Bucky’s apartment and relax in the arms of his boyfriend for two whole days.

He washed up and said good-bye to Monica and the rest of the surgical team and headed towards the staff room and the locker containing his street clothes, keys, and wallet - he hadn’t spent this much time in scrubs since medical school. As he made his way along the white walled corridors, the sounds of a hospital at work swirled around him - the beeping of machines, pained cries of the young and old, the urgent, hushed conversations of other medical professionals, the weeping of family members and loved ones. He liked to think that he was partially immune to these noises - they were the soundtrack to his daily life after all, but for some reason, they felt rawer than usual, scraping across his bones like nails down a chalkboard, and Steve couldn’t hold back an involuntary shudder. The fluorescent lights in the ceiling appeared to be taunting him too, their beams piercing his eyeballs and the almost inaudible humming making his teeth itch.

“Bucky,” he muttered to himself. “I just need to get home to Bucky, then I’ll feel better.”

When Steve finally made his way outside the sky was dark, but the streets were lit up with street lamps and car headlights. Each shaft of light felt like a needle sliding into his brain via his temples and he took a deep breath in through his nose to stave off a wave of dizziness. 

There was a light drizzle in the air, making it blessedly cool, and despite the damp Steve decided to walk to Bucky’s apartment instead of schlepping it on the much dryer, but ultimately more cramped and warm, subway. It took him longer than anticipated though, his shoes feeling like lead weights upon his feet, getting heavier and heavier with every step.

Finally, he reached the bookstore, the interior shrouded in darkness, but with lights shining from the windows above. Steve walked, half staggered, down the alley at the side and let himself in through the door that would lead him up the stairs and to Bucky. He was glad that Bucky had given him a key a few months back, otherwise he would have had to wait in the rain while Bucky came downstairs to let him in. That had happened enough times at the beginning that Steve was now very much over that part of their relationship. Having keys felt good. What didn’t feel good though were his sodden socks, or his throbbing eyeballs.

He trudged up the stairs, each step harder than the last, until he reached the top and all but fell through the interior door. Bucky must have heard him because Steve’s name was called out joyfully, a sound that normally made his heart leap in his chest, but in this moment, all he could do was let out a pained whimper as Bucky’s voice cut through his brain like a chainsaw.

He heard Bucky’s footsteps get closer and he squinted against the brightness of the room.

“Hey, Stevie!”

Bucky pulled him into a rough hug, squishing Steve’s face against the ubiquitous black t-shirt he always seemed to wear on days he was working. The smell of Bucky’s cologne, normally one of his favourite scents, assailed his nose, combining with the smell of garlic that permeated the apartment and Steve felt his stomach roll.

“Buck… please,” he slurred as he uncharacteristically pushed himself away from his boyfriend’s embrace. Everything around him just felt like too much and he felt himself tip backwards against the wall.

“Oh, Steve. You don’t look too hot.” Bucky’s voice was full of concern, and Steve was sure that if he could manage to focus properly, he’d be able to see Bucky’s dark brows pulled together in a frown. 

“Jeez, thanks,” he managed to push out with a small upturn to his lips. “Just what I wanted to hear after not seeing you for two days.” He closed his eyes, intending to do so for just a moment, and felt the ringing pain in his head lessen minutely.

Bucky’s body brushed against him as his holdall was taken from him by gentle hands and his coat was slipped from his shoulders.

“Is it a migraine?” Bucky had modulated his voice to a whisper and Steve decided that he hadn’t ever been so glad for anything in his life.

Eyes still closed, he nodded and let out a noise of confirmation from his lips. “Mmm-hmm.”

“Okay. Let’s get you to bed then. I’m prescribing Advil, earplugs, an eye-mask and an early night.”

Steve snorted and instantly regretted it. “I thought I was the doctor here?” he quipped, his voice low and gravelly.

“You are,” Bucky replied, his lips brushing Steve’s temple. “But I’m the boyfriend, so what I say, goes.”

“Is that so?” Steve queried, a note of amusement in his voice.

“Very much so,” Bucky confirmed. “Now you keep your eyes closed if you want, I’ll guide you.”

Steve rolled his eyes, but still kept his lids closed. He had a feeling it was the only reason he wasn’t throwing up right now.

“Such a mother hen,” he chastised without any real bite and allowed Bucky to steer him, arms looped together, through the small apartment. A soft bump against his ankle let him know that Alpine was now part of the proceedings.

“It’s why you love me. Right, you just sit down here…” Steve felt his shoulders clasped by Bucky’s hands and he sat down, completely trusting that he wouldn’t fall on his ass. “Can you manage to get undressed while I go find the pills?”

Steve cracked one eye open. “Sure. I love you, you know that?” Bucky shot him a soft smile, pressed another kiss to his forehead and then went through to the small bathroom, rattling around inside the cupboards.

Steve kicked off his shoes, glad he had on loafers that came off easily, and struggled out of his shirt. It felt like an octopus trying to envelope and suffocate him. He flopped down onto the mattress and squeezed his eyes shut again, feeling the bile begin to rise in his throat. Not only did this suck, big time, but he also felt so guilty, a feeling he vocalised when he felt the bed dip on Bucky’s return.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I know that this wasn’t what we had planned. What were you making for dinner?” He felt Bucky’s hands on the waistband of his slacks, deftly pulling them from his body in the most un-lust-filled, and therefore strangest, way possible.

“Lasagne, but it will keep until tomorrow. And you don’t need to apologise. These things happen and you have been working really hard. I’m actually surprised you didn’t have one of these sooner.”

Steve shuffled under the coverlet, letting out a sigh at the coolness of the sheets against his skin. Bucky pressed two tablets into his hand, and he propped himself upon his other elbow so he could pop them in his mouth, swallowing them down with a drink from the glass of water Bucky proffered him.

“I’ll make it up to you, Buck. I promise.”

“I know you will, you lug. But for now here’s the eye mask.” Soft satin was placed over his head, settling over his eyes and helping to black out the last of the light making it through his eyelids. “And here are the ear plugs.” Bucky dropped them into Steve’s palm and curled his fingers shut over them. “Now don’t worry about me,” he placated. “I have a whole garlic bread and a salad to make my way through, plus a date at Stars Hollow with Lorelai. I’ll be fine. We’ll pick this up tomorrow if you’re feeling better, and if you’re not I’ll just pump you full of drugs until you are.”

Steve smiled into the darkness. “You know that’s not how that works?”

Bucky placed his finger over Steve’s lips. “Ssh, sexy Doctor Boyfriend has spoken. Sleep now.” He moved his finger and replaced it with his lips, kissing Steve softly.

“Sir, yes Sir,” Steve replied, bringing his hand up in salute.

“Punk. Sleep well. I’ll come cuddle you later.”

“I will, jerk. And thank you.”

He heard Bucky mumble under his breath and then pad across the room before he pushed the earplugs into his ears, cocooning himself in silence to go along with the darkness, and snuggled down into the sheets to pass out.

Bucky closed the bedroom door with a soft ‘click’ and padded back through to the living room, trying to quell the disappointment. It wasn’t Steve’s fault. It wasn’t anybody’s fault. Migraines happened, and he hadn’t been lying when he’d said it was a surprise that Steve hadn’t had one already - he really had been pushing himself to the limit. But, Bucky supposed, that was one of the things that made him love Steve. His tenaciousness, bordering on stubbornness, was endearing, and was probably one of the main reasons they were still together. He wasn’t going to lie - those early days had been tough, but Steve had found every spare moment he could and made it available to Bucky, whether that was hanging out at the bookshop during the day in the middle of a split shift, or rolling into the apartment just to curl up beside him in bed for the eight hours between the end of a late shift and the start of an early one. There were the surprise DoorDash deliveries when a shift had run over and dinner plans had had to be cancelled and Steve knew Bucky wouldn’t have anything in. There were the long nights of loving and the frantic, heated quickies and everything in between. And he couldn’t be prouder of what Steve was achieving right now. Once he’d passed his surgeon’s qualification things should get better for them - less double shifts, although probably more that would run over. Swings and roundabouts he supposed.

Crossing to the small kitchenette, Bucky pulled out the lasagne, watching the cheese and white sauce bubble on the top as he placed it on a trivet to cool. He was glad he’d cooked something that wouldn’t spoil from not being eaten right now. He then picked up the bowl of salad, and the garlic bread that had been keeping warm in the toaster oven, and meandered over to the couch. As he ate and watched the residents of Star Hollow navigate complex family relationships, Bucky realised that even though he was in this room and Steve was asleep in the bedroom, he didn’t feel alone. He could feel Steve’s presence in his home and it just felt so right.

A couple of hours later he snuck quietly into the bedroom, the only sound the soft snores emanating from Steve’s mouth. He brushed his teeth in the bathroom, careful to only turn the light on after he’d entered and turn it off before he exited, and then tip-toed over to the bed with only the light from the street outside to illuminate his way.  He slipped in behind Steve and gently tugged him into a hug. Steve mumbled in his sleep, but didn’t wake.

Bucky reached up to lightly stroke over the top of Steve’s head and pressed a kiss to his bony shoulder blade.

“I love you, Stevie,” he whispered. “Holding you like this is where I’m happiest.”

Maybe tomorrow would be the day he took a leap of faith and asked Steve to move in with him?

When Steve woke he felt entirely disorientated. It took him a moment to remember what had happened the night before, and when he pulled out the earplugs and lifted the eye-mask he was happy to note that the stabbing pain in his head had reduced to a dull throb. He blinked a few times to get the sleep from his eyes and then focused on the clock next to the bed. 

12:37pm

He’d been asleep for almost eighteen hours!

The bed beside him was cold, indicating that even his slug-abed boyfriend had gotten bored with sleeping at some point and decided to get up. He had vague recollections of being pulled against Bucky’s front in the night, but that was it. He frowned to himself - he’d gone far too long without consciously touching him, something that he needed to rectify immediately.

He pushed himself upright, and took a long drink from the water glass next to the clock. He still remembered the first time he’d woken up in this bed, in the middle of the night and getting ready to make a hasty exit after an alcohol fueled hook-up. Now he didn’t think there was anywhere he’d rather be than right here. 

From the end of the bed, Alpine lifted her head and narrowly opened her eyes, obviously not happy to be disturbed from her slumber. Steve reached out and scratched her under her chin in apology.

When he stood, it was on slightly wobbly legs, and he took a moment to grab a pair of sweats from Bucky’s drawer, taking care to pull the drawstring tight and roll the waistband over. Steve then walked quietly through to the living room, stopping to lean on the back of the sofa as he watched an oblivious Bucky, also only in sweats, singing along to the radio, a spatula in hand acting like a microphone, as he made a grilled cheese sandwich. It was the cutest thing Steve thought he’d ever seen and it just made him want Bucky more.

Steve padded closer, and when he reached out to touch Bucky’s shoulder, Bucky jumped with a shriek.

“Jeez, Steve. You scared me.”

Steve grinned at him and looped his arms around Bucky’s waist, drawing him closer and nuzzling at his neck.

“I’m sorry, baby. Maybe I can make it up to you?”

Bucky let out an amused chuckle. “So you owe me twice, that’s what I’m hearing. You feeling better then?”

Steve fastened his mouth to Bucky’s throat and gave it a suck, creating a dark pink patch on Bucky’s already flushed skin. “Absolutely. Although I can think of something else that will make me feel even better.”

“I bet you can,” replied Bucky with another giggle. “Do I have enough time to eat my grilled cheese, or…” he trailed off as Steve pushed his hand under Bucky’s waistband. “Oh! L-let me just turn this off…” Steve smiled into Bucky’s skin as he leant across to turn the stove dial and move his pan onto a cold ring. “Okay - you were saying?”

God, how Steve loved this man. The hand he had down Bucky’s sweats and shorts moved - encompassed -  and Steve watched as Bucky’s eyelids fluttered, his dark lashes fanning his cheeks, and how his mouth dropped open into an “O” shape. First he was going to do what he hadn’t been able to last night and then he was definitely going to ask Bucky if they could move in together.

Tag list: @christywrites, @alexakeyloveloki, @doasyoudesireandlive, @galactusdevourerofworlds, @crayongirl-linz, @km-ffluv, @wheezy-stucky, @kmc1989

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), X-Men - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies), Thor (Movies), Captain America (Movies) Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Loki Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Loki (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Emma Frost, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Clint Barton, Peter Parker, Harley Keener, Michelle Jones (Marvel) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Bookstore, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Bucky Barnes doesn't have a metal arm, Bucky Barnes Being a Little Shit, Background Relationships, Minor Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, Minor Emma Frost/Tony Stark, Minor Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Minor Bruce Banner/Thor, Minor Peter Parker/Harley Keener/Michelle Jones, Friendship, Friendship/Love, Friends to Lovers, Pride, Gay Pride, Found Family, Banter, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Fluff, Bucky has scars from the war, Good Loki (Marvel), Kissing, Sass and Snark, Snark Language: English Collections: Bucky Barnes Bingo 2024 Published: 2024-09-11 Words: 13,371 Chapters: 4/4

Summary: Bucky Barnes has owned his little secondhand bookshop since not long after he returned from Afghanistan once he'd healed. He has his circle of friends - his family. Then one day, someone new comes into his bookshop, a new customer who is also the brother of one of his friends, who will leave this grumpy bookseller's world sufficiently rocked and infinitely better.

Notes:

Written for the @buckybarnesbingo

Chapter 1: Square C2: AU Book store Chapter 2: Square: Free Square Chapter 3: Square C1: Hugs Chapter 4: Square U3: All’s well that ends well

Ignoble: Of humble origin or social status. (Concise Oxford English Dictionary, 11th Edition)

Each chapter is titled with two classic book titles. They don't give away anything about the plot as they're more references to each moment in the lives of the two main characters, Bucky and Loki as they establish their friendship and slide into a relationship.

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

It's spooky szn bitches 🖤✨ but first here's my list of everything I read in September!

As always, please give these gorgeous writers all the love they deserve by reblogging their work. The majority of these stories contain 18+ content, please check all warnings, you are responsible for your own media consumption.

Happy reading ✨

Eddie Munson ✨

Much ado about books by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader (Bookshop AU)

Runaways by @mypoisonedvine

eddie munson x reader

Diving deep / sinking beneath / further under by @sexyprise

Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

Be mine by @flordeamatista

dilf!bucky barnes x reader

Better than before by @angrythingstarlight

Roommate!Bucky x Reader

Starry starry night by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader

Crybaby by @syntheticavenger

Dad’s Best Friend CEO Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Ari Levinson ✨

To have and to fuck by @sweeterthanthis

Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Curtis Everett ✨

Bruised and broken by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Curtis x F!Reader

Branded by @stargazingfangirl18

Curtis Everett x Fem!Reader

Thor Odinson ✨

Don't go down to the woods tonight by @targaryenvampireslayer

Demon!Thor Odinson x female reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Marked by @syntheticavenger

Dark! Alpha Steve Rogers x Female Reader

All is fair by @sunflowersoldat

Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader

Love like a scar by @targaryenvampireslayer

Dark!WS Steve Rogers x female reader

His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Joel Miller ✨

A sweeter place by @flordeamatista

neighbor!joel miller x reader

When we let go by @jobean12-blog

Joel Miller x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Layin' down the law by @lunarbuck

Lee Bodecker x f!reader

Aim, set, fire by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Lee x F!Reader

Andy Barber ✨

The devil's masquerade by @jobean12-blog

Andy Barber x reader (Mafia/Vampire/Soft!Darkish AU)

Sam Wilson ✨

Touch me by @galatially

Sam Wilson x black!reader

Multiple characters ✨

The dinner guest by @labella420

Nomad!Steve Rogers x F!Reader x Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

The fuckboy committee by @kinanabinks

Fuckboy!Stucky x Reader

[puppypeter]

I know that the whole idol/super fan dynamic is like, a core component of what makes RoyJamie so delicious, but I CANNOT escape the hilarity potential of famous!Jamie/chronically offline!Roy.

Like, in this au, Roy wouldn't be a footballer (which is also intriguing to me because that's such a key facet of his character, so I'd be interested to hear from you what other careers Roy might have!!) and it is essential that he is also chronically offline, like near hermit levels of sheltered from pop-culture.

Roy would then obviously meet Jamie for some contrived fanfic reason (my running idea is that they meet maybe in a late season two/season three timeline when Jamie is doing his self-motivated 4am training. Jamie motivated for Zava reasons and Roy motivated to avoid crowds/the heat). Roy would have his wattpad 'im not like other girls' moment when Jamie approaches him, obviously assuming Roy will recognise him, which Roy does not.

Of course this leads to Jamie fixating on this grumpy old twat whose buttons Jamie can soo easily press and who seems to have no fucking clue who he is. Roy will become like, Jamie's yoga mums, especially because at this point in time Jamie would still be pretty infamous what with everything going on with his career, so I think having someone who doesn't have a preexisting idea of who he is would be extremely refreshing for Jamie.

This of course leads to a slow burn strangers to lovers situation with the obvious angst potential of a civilian/celebrity fic (paparazzi, privacy, 'oh our worlds are so different, how could this ever work', etc).

ALTERNATIVELY, Roy could actually know who Jamie Tartt is, but for whatever reason he finds him annoying and when they meet he just pretends not to know who he is just to knock him down a peg. This version of the au has the fun potential of the whole 'i know who you are' reveal, but I'm undecided on which direction it should go.

Anyways, thanks for letting me word dump in your inbox, I LOVE your blog and your RoyJamie posts!! 💕💕

i love people word dumping about royjamie in my inbox ❤💙

I also love the famous/non famous. There's not many AUs in this fandom as being a footballer is such a core part of who they are it is difficult to imagine otherwise but coming from other fandoms I have so many ideas (take capitan america/stucky having many AUs and many capitan america/modern bucky barnes too)

I love the idea of Roy not knowing who Jamie is at all. I do have a think for the non-famous person having the most random normal jobs ever like

working the till at the grocey store (I wrote a post once about them meeting at 6am when roy starts work and jamie is stopping for water cause I'd seen a Tesco guy that looked like roy from far away lol) (funnily i often picture step dad simon in this job and that's how him and georgie met and they've actually known each other since jamie was a baby but it took him many years to ask her out)

grocery delivery guy (quiet, peaceful, listens to audiobooks while driving)

park ranger (again can meet at 5am, kudos if jamie sneaks into richmond park and roy fucking hates him for it until he gives up and lets him do it)

classics like baker, coffee shop, bookshop, mechanic etc

I do love the grumpy roy thinking jamie is a pretentious early morning running twat whose colourful atrocious shoes are blinding him. Like he doesn't know Jamie has a legit reason to do all that aka his career.

And of course the angst that would come from stepping into Jamie's world. I did see a post not long ago about a Jamie that is more bashful around dating (and also more protective of his privacy as he was in canon with Keeley). But also would be cute him bringing his fit older boyfriend to the charity gala.

Or what if he knew him from Lust Conquers All that he watched with the yoga mums and had no idea he was a footballer? Then he thinks Jamie is a very superficial guy, a cheater who only cares about his looks etc before Jamie annoys him day after day and he slowly falls for him.

Ok what if he and the yoga mums worked together somehow? He is the maintenance guy or the grumpy receptionist at the yoga gym / massage place or the grumpy delivery guy at the diner who covers the night shift at the counter so he can prep stuff and restock etc and jamie is there at 5am every morning for eggs and a chat and like the first 5 times it's just Jamie yapping on and on with a lot of sighs from Roy. Maybe it's the post-return to Richmond Jamie who is still very lonely, away from his family, no agent, no keeley, no team friends yet (remember how he kept going to keeley to talk and she took him to dr sharon? that didn't happen and he just decided roy would do.. and tbf he does tip well at least ahah)

I have sooooo manyyyyy thoughts!!!😊😊😊😊

[ashes0909]

"That's a BINGO!" ~ My @bingowinteriron Masterpost

I had an amazing time participating in @bingowinteriron - I'm so glad it got my creativity flowing and inspired an entire Bingo Line! Thank you to the entire mod team for facilitating such a fun event.

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B4: Omega In Heat

Tags: Alpha Bucky Barnes; Omega Tony Stark; Mechanic Tony Stark; Friends to Lovers; Nesting; Mutual Pining; Smut; Alternate Universe - No Powers

Rated: Explicit

Topped Gear

Summary:

Tonight though, James’ nostrils flared and his eyes widened. “Tony, you’re in preheat.” Gripping his hand around the wrench, the metal dug into Tony's palm hard. That was the reason the hints of Tony’s distress mixed into the air, not at all because of James’ words. “Impossible. I’m on suppressants. It’s just a bit hot in here, because--” “Because, you’re in preheat. I can smell it.” He took a step back to the door. “I should--”

I4: Sex Worker Tony

Tags: SW Tony Stark; Pining Bucky Barnes; Fluff and Feelings

Rated: Teen

Pastries and Park Benches

Summary:

“I’d say you shouldn’t have--” Tony greeted him at the park entrance with a smile, nodding to the brown paper bag “--but by now I’d be disappointed if you didn’t bring me something so instead I’ll ask, what are we having this time?” Bucky chuckled and lifted out two croissants, one oozing Nutella for Tony who made gimme hands. “You say you’re bad at talking to people, but if you just give them Nutella they’ll barely notice.”

N4: AU Bookstore

Tags: Meet-Cute; Tony Stark has Opinions; Bucky Barnes is Amused; Besotted at First Review; Alternate Universe - Bookstore

Rated: Teen

Between the Aisles

Summary:

In the middle of a storm, Bucky seeks refuge in a cozy bookshop, only to stumble upon surprising additions to its shelves and an equally surprising individual.

G4: Handcuffs

Tags: Power Dynamics; Handcuffs; Established Relationship; Tony is very sorry; Protective Bucky Barnes; Devious Bucky Barnes; Punishment

Rated: Explicit

Intoxicating Silence

Summary:

“Hey baby,” Tony said with the hints of sleep still pulling at his tone, less worried now that he knew Bucky was here, Bucky had him, with Bucky he was safe. Tony tugged at the handcuffs that binded him to their bed frame. Bucky took another sip of the whiskey. “Kinky, baby,” Tony commented. “You tie me all up for you?” Bucky took another sip and didn’t answer.

O4: Steve Rogers

Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers; Tony Stark is a fanboy; Bucky Barnes is a fanboy; Meet-Cute; Flirting; Awkward Flirting; Bucky Barnes Is Trying

Rated: Teen

Captain America Convention

Summary:

Tony Stark and Bucky Barnes are both fans of the great Captain America. Of course, they'd first meet at a Captain America Convention.

[stonyauniverse]

July 20th - August 19th

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Without further ado, come peruse our bingo-goers wonderful creations!

There he was, like double cherry pie by Wolfsheart

Rated: T

Tags: May Parker (brief), James Rhodey Rhodes (mention), Pepper Potts (mention), Referenced Bobby Drake, Referenced Xavier School for the Gifted, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Bakery, Minor Bucky Barnes/Loki, Minor Bruce Banner/Thor, Minor Harley Keener/Peter Parker, Minor Pepper Potts/James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Bakery and Coffee Shop, Bakery Shop Owner Loki, Bakery Shop Owner Bucky Barnes, Coffee/Tea Shop Owner Clint Barton, Coffee/Tea Shop Owner Natasha Romanoff, Bookshop Owner Thor, High School Science Teacher Bruce Banner, Food Porn, Food, Dessert & Sweets, Gratuitous descriptions of pastries and pies, 5 times + 1 time, Artist Steve Rogers, Cake artist Steve Rogers, Mechanic Tony Stark

Summary: Five times Tony comes into the bakery to flirt with Steve, and the one time Steve goes to the garage to flirt with Tony.

Teacher, Teacher, Can You Reach Me? by @polizwrites

Rated: G

Tags: No Powers AU, Teacher AU pre-serum Steve, artist!Steve, young!Tony, Tony&Rhodey BroTP, Dares and Bets

Summary: After spotting a flyer at a new coffee shop, Rhodey dares Tony to attend a Sip and Sketch class; turns out the twinky blond barista is also the class instructor.

You Live Like This? by Sayah1112

Rated: E

Tags: Rape/Non-con elements, Mob boss Steve Rogers, Twink Tony, Angst, Face Fucking, Forced Blowjob, Mob AU, Non-consensual bondage, Blackmail, Humiliation, Enemies to lovers, Violence, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Howard Starks A+ parenting

Summary:

Mob-AU in which Steve Rogers in the head of the organized crime ring known as the Avengers. They rule New York with an iron fist and a take-no-prisoners attitude. Howard Stark has been getting in his way, bungling his deals, and selling SI weapons on the black market to the Avenger's enemies. Not to mention he is actively helping the police track down and capture his people. Steve can't let that stand. What better way to get back at man then to capture his only son?

Tony is out of the frying pan and into the fire. Living under an alias in a rundown apartment in Brooklyn, it's been a little over a month since he escaped out from beneath the press of his father's thumb. Disowned for the crime of being gay, Tony has been flying under the radar and trying to keep a low profile. That is, until he is captured by his father's enemies. They want their money back, and someone is going to pay.

Tony knows it won't be Howard.

I born in a messed up century by Hadrian

Rated: G

Tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Summary: Steve shouldn't be surprise: human never change.

Or, maybe, they can still surprise you, in their own way

A Cure for Every Ailment by @kandisheek

Rating: E

Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Sounding, Doctor Tony Stark, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers

Summary: Doctor Stark is testing his new experimental treatment for erectile dysfunction on a group of volunteers. It works very well on Steve Rogers. Just not for the reason Tony thinks.

Or: Tony doesn't realize that sounding is a kink, and Steve never knew he had it.

The Quest by @scottxlogan

Rating: T

Tags: Alternate Universe, Treasure Hunting, Archaeologist Steve, Swearing, Action/Adventure, Adventure & Romance, Implied/Referenced Sex

Summary: Archaeologist Steve Rogers finds himself in the thick of danger and adventure after teaming up with his former mentor's son and current sidekick Tony Stark to chase down a rare treasure set to unlock all of humanity's mysteries along the way.

Shape of My Soulmate by @sivan325

Rated: M

Tags: Alternate Universe, Art Professor Tony Stark, Nude Model Steve Rogers, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Tattoos, Blushing Steve Rogers, Sorry Not Sorry, Fluff and Crack

Summary: Soulmate AU in which you could draw your soulmate's body before you know them.

Nowhere Near as Fun as it Sounds by ABrighterDarkness

Rated: T

Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Body Swap, Enhanced Senses/Over-sensitivity, Minor Character Injury

Summary: “You’ve never said anything. At all. To anyone,” Tony blurted, the words and realizations that smacked him straight in the face in the most bizarre way possible. Mid-mission, at that. Terrible timing. But…he felt like this was one of those things he should have somehow already known. Something he’d have somehow already addressed and fixed. And not just because he was the one that was now suffering from the lack of knowledge.

“Neither have you,” Steve said, quiet and solemn.

Out with the Old by @scottxlogan

Rated: M

Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Non-serum Steve, Alternate Universe - 1980s, Alternate Universe - 1990s, New Year's Eve, New York City, Dirty Talking Steve Rogers, Dirty Talk, Swearing, Sexual Content, Alcohol, Hook-Up, Hopeful Ending

Summary: AU: Alone on New Year's Eve in 1989 in New York City, Tony decides to go all out in throwing a solo party for himself until sexy cashier Steve offers him a better alternative to a night of drunken loneliness.

The Journey by @scottxlogan

Rated: E

Tags: Established Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Anniversary, Threesome - M/M/M, Polyamory, Spanking, Sub Bucky Barnes, Dom Steve Rogers, Dom Tony Stark, Light BDSM, Sexual Content, Fluff and Smut, Restraints, Aftercare, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Role Playing, Dirty Talk, Feelings Realization, Friends to Lovers, Pole Dancing

Summary: Steve and Tony decide to take a special trip for their anniversary together. To spice things up they decide to gift each other a vacation with Bucky who is ready and willing to be what they need to make their anniversary even more memorable. Will it prove to be exactly what they needed to strengthen their marriage or will they find something more in their playtime with Bucky?

The Iron Captain by @kandisheek-art

Rated: G

Tags: Movie Poster, Old Hollywood

Summary: Tony and Steve star in Nick Fury's new movie.

All the World Below Me by Steph

Rated: T

Tags: no triggers or warnings

Summary: The trio finally has a chance to talk about some cultural (and biological) differences

Just like that...Back To Love by @scottxlogan

Rated: T

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Spies & Secret Agents, Idiots in Love, Feelings Realization, Past Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Swearing, Light Angst

Summary: Super spy Steve Rogers reflects on the mission he and his work partner/on and off lover Tony Stark put behind him and what it means to their future moving forward where matters of the heart are concerned.

[kmc1989]

😍😍😍

Top Shelf Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x reader (Bookshop/Bartender/Baker AU)

Chapter 1: Enchantment

Chapter 2: Cookie Crumble 

Chapter 3: Sweet Anticipation 

Chapter 4: Read Between the Limes 

Chapter 5: Secrets on the Shelf

Chapter 6: Love Between the Covers *

Chapter 7: Love Lines & Soul Finds

Chapter 8: Drunk in Love *

Chapter 9: Pour in onto the Page

Chapter 10: Recipe for Love *

Chapter 11: The Pages In Between 

Chapter 12: Bookaholics 

Chapter 13: For the Love of Books

Chapter 14: On the Same Page *

Chapter 15: Binding Love

Chapter 16: Turning Over a New Leaf 

Chapter 17: Muffin But Books *

Chapter 18: Inscribed with Love (and a Sprinkle of Sugar) 

Chapter 19: Book Ends 

Chapter 20: The Last Word (~The End~)

* indicates smut (18+ only please :)

Have a great day! ❤ Thank you all for reading!

[writingmyheartsout]

I know y'all are waiting for Nobody's Soldier 2 chapter, but I'm still editing it.

Meanwhile, here is Church first chapter I'm working on.

And if you didn’t read the snipped, this is a kind of a meet cute /bookstore au with Bucky ♥️ (wanted something soft and domestic)

Coming soon

[tpwkbucky]

THE AVENGERS COLLECTION:

<- back to the bookshop

BUCKY BARNES

series:

✧ entwining hearts bucky may be your dads best friend but that’s won’t stop him from making you his own. the only trouble is that you have a boyfriend already and bucky is newly out of a divorce, trying to get full time custody of his four year old son, jamie. (warnings: ☼ ☾ ❀ and dbf!bucky)

one shots:

✧ isn’t she lovely bucky spots you at the bar and orders you a drink (warnings: slight ☼ and beefy!bucky)

✧ two lines two lines on a stick appear and you freak out - thinking bucky will hate you. (warnings: ☼ and implied ☾ )

✧ my good girl the winter soldier plays with you (warnings: ☾ ❀ and tws!bucky)

✧ a little flirt you and bucky have a little chat (warnings: ☼, very shitty and short)

✧ beginner it’s your first time having sex ever and your boyfriend bucky is there to help. (warnings: ☼ and light ☾)



THOR ODINSON

series:

✧ coming soon -> the kings queen thor is set to marry. his father thinks he knows what’s best for him but as the time goes on, his feelings for his younger brothers bestfriend change. once sworn enemies, they know have to hide their love in secrecy - scared for the reprocussions. (warnings: royal au, brothers bestfriend, enemies to lovers tropes and ☼ ☾ ❀)

one shots:

✧ enchanted thor catches himself thinking about you all the time, so he sets off on a - very short - mission to make him yours. (warnings: ☼)

[sssstarstruck]

recs!

sirius black

he’s like that

dote on me

a good mum

a pretty boy and his pretty girl

sweeter than sweets

z-a

smart cookie

remus lupin

sweet weeping soul

flu

language of flowers

you are in love

lovers rock

charmed (series)

beyond rumours (series)

sweet memories

love letters to no one (series)

dance with me

bookshop girl (series)

heavy handed - band au

cherry tree

routine

james potter

lovesick

first and last

don’t miss you at all

playing pretend

what’s my name

shy beginnings

so perfect

three confessions

chaser at heart

kissy kissy ooh la la

invisible string

charlie weasley

some things are better kept secret

christmas eve

taming the dragon tamer

a family mystery uncovered

hearts on fire

bill weasley

willow

fred weasley

home for the holidays

my little hufflepuff

harry styles

thumper

ig blurb

ig blurb

ig blurb- chef!yn

ig blurb- since forever

ig blurb- the nanny

love me tomorrow

lunch time

whiskey

knight in shining armour

shy

two ghosts

winter flakes

just how fast the night changes (series)

the silk shirt

been there all along (series)

behind the door

hockey harry

regulus black

the better of two bad options

professor regulus black

steve harrington

i’ll put us back together at heart

can we always be this close

coach harrington

bucky barnes

they always find me

lost without you

uncle buck

six days

i like me better when i’m with you

nothing breaks like a heart

do not fall in love

operation get mom and bucky together

conrad fisher

no shame

isn’t the same without you

baby honey

ocean eyes

booty shorts and bikinis

tom holland

holland sister recs

rumours

angst!!!

imagines

holland sister recs

a missed chance

chris evans

your silence is the most violent

the evans’

playing with fire (series)

ig blurb

spiderman

not my spiderman (series)

tequila makes me sleepy

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

Our Lost Girl, Our Babydoll Masterlist

Marvel AU

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Reader x Alpha Bucky Barnes

Theme: A/B/O

Summary: A bookshop and a spilled coffee leads you to Clint. He leads you to Natasha, and you lead them both to your best friend Darcy. They try to introduce you to Bucky and Steve but you're full of excuses and Irish goodbyes. Until Bucky catches your scent on Natasha and he's sliding in your DM's and offering to help pack up Darcy's apartment. Steve wants to give their bookworm the world and your Irish goodbyes won't slip passed him, because his eyes never leave you. But what's giving you the lost look in your eyes?

Warnings: A/B/O, mentions of trafficking, childhood trauma

Sneak Peek

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

[themculibrary]

Bucky And Loki (Winterfrost) Masterlist 3

part one, part two

A Sacrifice Far Greater (ao3) - lionessvalenti E, 16k

Summary: In order for the Asgardian refugees to stay in Wakanda, Bucky must marry Loki to keep an eye on him. What he's giving up is nothing compared to what he gains.

Asteroide (ao3) - SailorChibi T, 6k

Summary: When Loki hears rumors of an unstoppable killing machine that could aid him in his quest, he goes to Wakanda. But the James Barnes he finds is not the Winter Soldier he expects, and it changes everything.

Bad Ideas (ao3) - Unforgotten M, 6k

Summary: "How old are you?"

"Eight-hundred and two. Why?"

On one of the screens in front of them was Loki's basic stats. Under Age, it said 1053.

Bucky and Shuri exchanged a glance.

"Who's the current King of Asgard?" Shuri asked.

Loki rolled his eyes, then grimaced, like rolling his eyes had hurt. "My father. Odin. Obviously."

(After the destruction of Asgard, an amnesiac Loki falls into Wakanda.)

Cellies (ao3) - gwyneth rhys (gwyneth), RenneMichaels T, 9k

Summary: Rolling his eyes, Stark said, “Whatever. I’m decidedly unthrilled about Goth Barbie and Murderbot Ken being in such close proximity, and such close proximity to me. What happens if he decides to whammy this one?” and he pointed at Bucky.

Confession Is Good for the Soul (ao3) - Dont_touch_the_phlebotinum T, 2k

Summary: While Bucky and Loki haven't actively been trying to keep their fledgling relationship a secret, nobody else has any idea about the pair's habit of sneaking into each other's beds and they're happy for it to stay that way. But in Stark Tower, things don't tend to stay quiet for long.

Cracked Actor (ao3) - Dont_touch_the_phlebotinum E, 11k

Summary: Everybody had secrets. Most people's weren't nearly as interesting as they liked to think they were.

There were always exceptions to that rule, though. Loki had just never expected Bucky Barnes to be one of them.

On Earnestness and Other Hassles (ao3) - Unforgotten M, 6k

Summary: Loki only slept with his new husband on their wedding night.

Once was enough, apparently.

On the Subject of Time (ao3) - lionessvalenti E, 8k

Summary: When staying on Earth is too dangerous, Bucky goes into hiding on Asgard. He expects to wait out his time in boredom, until he meets the king.

Restless Nights (ao3) - thehellfire G, 3k

Summary: Request: "Maybe where Loki has to live with the Avengers in the tower and Bucky joins in, or the other way around...?"

Rub a Dub (ao3) - Unforgotten M, 2k

Summary: After Bucky breaks his right hand and his metal arm in the same week, he has trouble with pretty much everything.

Loki's surprisingly good about helping out.

Salvation {Bucky x Loki AU} (ao3) - itellmyselfstories E, 75k

Summary: Set in modern day NYC, where Bucky is a former US Marine now employed as a computer scientist at Stark Research after losing his left arm in an IED blast. Through his colleague Natasha he meets a group of friends, including bookshop-owner Loki, where he is accepted and welcomed more readily than he expected.

the rubble or our sins (Loki x Bucky) (ao3) - LokisxMischief M, 10k

Summary: Mentions: flashbacks of trauma (torture/abuse), self loathing, torturing, mild violence (including torture), angst and some fluff

The Winter Wolf (ao3) - RenneMichaels T, 84k

Summary:: If there is one thing this damn mission did not need, it was a leather wearing bastard with horns getting between him and his target. Not that Loki gives a good god damn what Hydra Assassins want.

To smooth the jagged edge from a stone (ao3) - cruellae (tinkabelladk) M, 11k

Summary: When the dark-haired stranger shows up at the door of the simple Wakandan home where Bucky has been living quietly for the past few months, Bucky has almost completely repressed the urge to grab for the carving knife hanging on a magnetic strip on the kitchen wall. He doesn’t slink toward the door with the weapon concealed behind his back. He has been to enough therapy that he can open the door like a normal person and greet the man on the other side. It feels wrong, but he does it anyway, because that’s what’s healthy and sane and what he’s supposed to be doing.

The man in the doorway gives him a charming smile, his artfully messy black hair a shock against his pale skin, his eyes an unsettling shade of green. “The Winter Soldier, I presume?”

Bucky shuts the door.

(Infinity War never happened, and now after the events of Thor:Ragnarok, the Asgardians are settling on Earth. Bucky is chilling on that farm in Wakanda. AKA the Bucky/Loki fic you didn't know you needed.)

You've Seen the Butcher (ao3) - Dont_touch_the_phlebotinum T, 3k

Summary: They didn't stay the night in each other's beds. It was a simple rule, one they had never even felt the need to formally establish, clear as it was. Their encounters were about flesh and nothing more. If they drifted into sleep afterwards, as they often did, they would simply return to their own chambers within Avengers Tower long before the sun rose. In the light of day, their nocturnal activities had never happened. But as it turned out, even the simplest of rules could be broken.