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Wanted by @jadedvibes

You consider ending things with Bucky after seeing a girl come on to him, but it's not that easy, and you get a hard reminder about who he really wants in the clubhouse bathroom.

Best Friends? Nah. by @wicked-mind

Classic best friends don’t realize feelings for each other until someone points it out.

Business as Usual by @world-of-aus

Not My Babe by @avecra

After a nasty break up to a nearly two year relationship, you find yourself dragged to a bar by your best friend, though a familiar blue-eyed biker makes the best of your crappy situation.

rough around the edges by @wndalovebot

Let Me Love You Old School by @mysecretlittlelibrary

Bucky meets you at a diner and plans to sweep you completely off your feet.

The Bogeyman and Other Monstrosities by @pellucid-constellations

As the local biker club president, Bucky Barnes had a reputation for being tougher than nails and feared by many—he’d never be caught dead at a halloween street fair. Too bad his best girl always got what she wanted.

Waiting Game by @buckychrist

You knew being associated with one of the most notorious and dangerous biker gangs in the city was bad, let alone scandalously dating their kingpin in secret, but you never thought you’d have to face those consequences. Until now.

Home by @all1e23

Bucky runs into his ex at a winter carnival the MC is helping host, but she didn’t come alone.

Whatever It Takes by @sgtjbuccky

Bucky Barnes knows the way to drive you up the wall in frustration, fed up with it, you show him that you know how to play just the same.

deny me by @drewbarymore

In which you feel like Bucky’s ashamed of you.

Drunk, Dumped and Empty by @green-eyeddragonfanfiction

After a nasty breakup, you go out drinking. After an absolute creep hits on you, you’re saved from a concussion by a mysterious, kind man, who reveals himself to be Bucky Barnes. The bar you’re in is a bit suspect, but you never expected him to be head of a biker gang.

yayo by @sergeantxrogers

“I need you safe. I need you here, and I need you safe, and I need, God please, I need you to let me in, baby, just let me in and I promise I’ll make it all better,” his broken voice pleaded through the door.

Drabble by @fandoms-writings

Biker!Bucky x tattooed!reader

hot and cold by @bucksfucks

you & bucky had never gotten along, but when your ex-boyfriend ransom turns up at the same bar you’re at, bucky goes to every length to protect you.

How To Get Away With Murder by @empyreanwritings

Bucky was always good at helping you clean up your messes, which is why he doesn't bat an eye when you show up on his doorstep covered in your abusive boyfriend's blood.

Hush by @buckysknifecollection

Bucky finds a stray kitten but he doesn’t know anything about cats. A friendly librarian helps him out.

little favors by @onceuponastory

Since Bucky saved her from her shitty boss, Y/N hasn’t seen him again. For a while, she gets closer and closer to giving up hope. Until he comes back. And this time, he’s asking for her help.

SERIES

Swallow by @all1e23

Since he was fifteen years old, Bucky Barnes has only been sure of two things; the club should be the most essential thing in his life, and he’d burn it all down for you.

Delicate Edges by @wkemeup

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

For The Best by @metalbuckaroo

Bucky is tired of waiting for you to realize what you're doing. He does the only thing he can think of to break the cycle.

White Horses by @whitewolfbumble

Kicked out of school and exiling yourself in a town time forgot, one little incident lands the sights of the locally infamous Avengers biker gang square on you. Wild horses run faster and there was no chance to turn back now.

Howlin’ For You by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

When Y/N gets an unreal deal on her first home, she wonders why her neighbor scared away all the other buyers. Despite being cautious, she wonders why the town has given Bucky Barnes a bad name.

Brotherhood & Bullets by @rookthorne

The 107th motorcycle club has been the protector of their collective hometown for many, many years - shouldering all the bloodshed and loss that came with it. Little did you know, you'd become the President's own twisted version of an angel on his shoulder; the tips of your angelic wings tinged red by your own demons.

Stars & Stripes, Studs & Spikes by @buckyismybicycle

The crew has always been tight, but you and Bucky are best of friends. When Bucky sees Brock's mark on you, he nearly loses it and wants to end Brock for good. But, there's something more important - keeping you safe.

call me baby by @cherryrogers

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

Masterlist by @angrythingstarlight

Masterlist by @metalbuckaroo

[auroralwriting]

illicit affairs

chapter three

biker!bucky barnes x stark!reader (turf war au)

tony's mad, bucky's curious, you're questioning where you belong

warnings: violence, language, small age gap (6~ years), angst, arguing, drinking, overall crime and gang stuff, sort of enemies to lovers

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"Are you fucking kidding me?" Tony spat as he angrily paced around the room. "Some moron paid off Quill and his gang to not fuck up The Avengers!"

"I knew we should've gone Hydra," Rhodey clicked his tongue as he looked up from scrolling on his phone.

Tony shook his head, "When I find the person who did this, I'll fuck them up myself."

Your brother's words made you increasingly nervous. It was you who paid off Quill. At least he didn't snitch that it was you. It still didn't help your nerves to see how upset Tony was.

"It was a bad idea anyways," Clint interrupted. He quickly retracted his words as Tony grabbed his collar, "Only because we should've done it ourselves!"

Bruce sighed, "We can't do anything too rash, otherwise The Asgardians won't help us."

"He's right," Vision confirmed, "They like peace until they're the ones to disrupt it. The minute we cross any lines, they're out of the picure. Bye-bye, Brooklyn."

"Kiddo, what're you thinking?" Tony called to you. You just noticed how you were picking at your skin.

With a shrug, you answered. "I'm just not a fan of all of this."

"Well they're all lying, pompous, pieces of shit." Tony scoffed. "They deserve all of this."

"But why?" You asked. The silence in the room was so much, you could've heard the dust flying around.

Tony pointed to the door, "Get out. Go home."

"But-"

"No! Go the fuck home," Tony yelled as you grabbed your bag and left the small HQ to head back to your apartment, wondering what you's said to make him that angry.

"What's on your mind, Buck?" Steve asked his friend as the two of them sat in the bar. It was always pretty empty during the day. It was the two of them, a couple in the cafe, and Coulson cleaning up.

Bucky shrugged, "Nothin',"

"I know that look, it's not nothing. Come on, I won't judge you." Steve pushed. "Is it about the Stark girl?"

"I just.. don't know how to place her," Bucky admitted. "Stark's such an ass, but she's just-"

"Sweet?" Steve offered.

Bucky nodded, "Yeah, real fuckin' sweet. I mean, she could've got her ass kicked for us last night. I just don't get why she's bein' so nice when Tony's over there brainwashing her."

"I highly doubt he's doing that," Steve mused. "She wasn't around during the fallout. There's a good chance she doesn't even know what all of this is about, or you." Bucky felt his heart drop just a little when Steve added that last part. Truly, he'd never meant for Howard and Maria to get killed. He didn't know it was them transporting millions of dollars in art, otherwise he would've kept his mouth shut. "She really does seem to have a good brain in that head of hers."

"What are you thinking?" Bucky asked, watching as Steve's face twisted into that look he got when he got some brilliant idea.

Steve shrugged, "Maybe we invite her for drinks as a thank you."

"You think Stark-"

"I don't give a damn what he thinks," Steve cut Bucky off abruptly. "She's not his property. Let's give her a choice."

Bucky gave a soft sigh knowing Steve wasn't going to back off his idea. "Ask the others, let's see what they think."

"Already on it, Buck."

How could Tony just kick you out like that?

What could you have said that was so bad that your own brother would kick you out?

The thoughts spiraled in your mind as you sprawled out on your couch, a long, deep sigh pouring from your lips. It was only six and it felt like the longest day in the world. Not to mention your sub-group chat without Tony was blowing up your phone. You had to mute it to shut them up. All they were rambling about was if The Guardians idea was really the right one.

Clint had texted you as well. He asked if you knew who called off Quill. It was clear by his tone he already knew it was you. Clint always knew the sneaky things you did without Tony knowing. He kept things quiet. You liked Clint the most.

A strong knock shook you from your thoughts. You weren't expecting anyone, unless maybe Clint came over to question you further since you didn't respond to his texts.

You walked up to the door and opened it, shock filling your body when you saw Steve standing there.

"Steve," You breathed, unsure of what else to say.

"Hey, Stark." Steve gave a soft smile. He looked behind you and into your apartment, reminding you to let him in. You opened the door further and scooted out of his way so he could walk in. "Small place," He commented as he looked around.

"Big enough for one person," You countered, a smile playing at your lips. Steve wasn't here for trouble. "I would ask how you know where I live, but.."

Steve chuckled, "Yeah, we've all got our connections." He took a seat at the small bar-stool you had at your counter. "Pretty early to be sitting around at home."

You looked at your clothes, glancing down to realize you were in full sweats. "Yeah, Tony and I got in a disagreement today. Kinda spoiled the mood."

"What about?" Steve asked, genuine curiosity on his face.

"It's always something, I don't even know what this one's about." You sighed as you leaned against your wall. "You here to just chat?"

Steve shook his head, "Go get dressed, you're coming out with us tonight."

"Am I?" You asked curiously. "What for?"

"A thank you," Steve explained, "For the other night with Quill and his buddies."

If it was anyone else, you'd think you were getting played. Steve was different, though. He was genuine, he didn't bullshit with his kindness. Maybe your actions had bought you a one-way ticket to Steve's friendship. If that was even what you wanted. Tony would kill you.

"I'll go get dressed." Fuck what Tony thinks.

Steve waited on the stool as you changed in your room. "Where are we going?" You called out to Steve.

"The Grove," Steve replied, his voice loud so you could hear. "It's where we always go." Second time at The Grove, how exciting. "What do you want to drink? I can let Coulson know ahead of time."

You thought for a moment, "I'll do a cosmopolitan!"

You quickly touched up your makeup and walked out of your room, back to Steve who was waiting patiently. "A cosmopolitan, good choice." Steve smiled. "You all ready?"

"Yeah, let me grab a jacket." You said, looking at the muted news on your tv. "Never mind, it's going to be eighty. I won't need that."

"Especially with alcohol in you," Steve joked, opening your door for you. "My bike's outside, you can just ride with me."

You'd actually only ridden on a bike a small amount. Clint had one, but everyone else in the Syndicates had nice cars. It felt thrilling to be on a bike again. It made you feel even better when Steve handed you a helmet to wear. Thrilling but safe!

The Avengers and yourself were definitely a little bit tipsy at this point.

You were sat right in between Wanda and Natasha, who's head was currently on your shoulder to keep her upright as she laughed so hard she was shaking.

"And then he screamed louder than anyone," Natasha paused to wheeze in a breath. "I've ever heard!"

The table erupted in laugher, all besides Sam, who's face was heated while he scoffed. "It isn't that funny."

"No, it really is." Wanda waved him off as she hiccuped in laughter.

The only person not laughing besides Sam was Bucky. He was just oddly smiling to himself, unable to look up from his lap. Clearly the story had made him amused, but he couldn't look up at you.

"I would give all the money in the world to hear that." You admitted as you sipped your drink.

Natasha sat up quickly, "Here, let me try and replicate it for you." She falsettoed her voice and gave the most feminine, soft screech you'd ever heard, causing everyone to laugh once more.

"It did not sound like that," Sam muttered. "I'm too sober for this shit." He waved down Coulson for another one of his drinks.

"Okay, Stark. Give us something, you basically are surrounded by half-men all day. You have to have some funny story." Wanda asked as she set her attention on you.

You felt uneasy with the spotlight now on you. "Uhm," You hesitated. Honestly, you couldn't remember a time that was really funny. You were never invited to those sorts of hangouts. "I don't know."

"What?" Natasha was still smiling, but it was slightly falling as she shook her head. "You have to have something."

"I actually want to circle back to when Sam tried to flirt with that stripper who immediately tried to make him her toddler's daddy." You hoped the reference would side-track the table, which it immediately did as Wanda and Natasha cackled.

The look on Steve's face was telling; he knew exactly what was going on inside your head, and that was scary. You were quick to notice that was the first time Bucky had laid eyes on you, too. You turned your head to Wanda as she told the story, Sam trying his best to shut her up as she spoke.

Steve's face turned to stone, but inside, he was going over a thousand different thoughts. The first step to his new plan was getting Bucky and yourself acquainted.

"Bucky, do you think you could take Stark home for me?"

[kaunis-sielu]

Lady Death

“Baby I’m fine.” Is the first thing that he says. It’s one of the worst things that he could say when you answer the phone.

“Steve?”
“I’m at Memorial.”

“What?” Memorial Hospital? He and Bucky were just going to go and do some check ins with the clubs in the area and hearing that he’s at the hospital is absolutely not what you wanted to hear. 

“I got hit, I’m fine okay? I’m fine but I do need you to come and pick me up.” You hear a slight tussle and suddenly Bucky’s voice is filling your ear. 

“He has a concussion so he doesn’t really remember the hit. It wasn’t an accident Doll.”

“What exactly does that mean?” You ask as you grab a sweatshirt, hospitals are always freezing, then grab your purse and hurry out the door.

“It means that I saw the whole thing and I know who was driving.” 
“Does he know?” You ask as you get into your SUV. 

“I don’t think so. I’m in the hallways, I don’t want him to know because I don’t need him doing something stupid.”
“Who was it Buck?”
“Hydra.” You figured. Your phone connects to your car as you start to back out of the driveway. 

“I’m on my way.” You tell him, “Stay with him? We’ll talk when I get there.” You tell Bucky who will follow your orders as if they were Steve’s, any of the Howlies will.

“I have Nat outside waiting for you. I don’t want you walking around without protection, not with Hydra lurking and apparently a hit out on Steve.” 

“You think it’s that bad?”
“I don’t know and I don’t like that.” Bucky tells you and you’re instantly more on alert. “You want me to stay on the phone?”
“Can you go back into his room and put the phone on speaker?” You just need to hear his voice, to know that Steve is okay, to know that he’s alive. 

“Of course.” You hear him moving before he says, “Steve, your woman is on the phone.”
“Baby!” Steve says happily, “Why am I here?”
“You were in an accident Punk.” Bucky says patiently, you wonder how many times he’s had to remind Steve that he’s been in an accident. 

“I’m on my way Honey.” You tell him, 

“Oh good. I miss you.” You can’t help the small smile that pulls at your lips, your husband can be so soft for you sometimes that it almost hurts. 

“I miss you too, about five minutes.” You tell Bucky who you hear hum softly, “Steve? What do you remember?”
“Leaving you and goin’ with Buck to check on some of groups.”
“He didn’t know what year it was or who the President was so the EMT’s made him come to the hospital.” Bucky informs you, you’re not surprised that the EMT’s would make him go to the hospital, those are pretty basic questions, “He didn’t forget about you though. Kept tellin’ everyone that he needed to call his girl.” God you love him.

“That’s good. I don’t think that I’d be okay if he ever forgot me.” You admit as you turn onto the street that the hospital is on, “I can see the hospital.” 

“I’ll let you go and let Nat know that you’re here.”

“Thank you.” You tell him hanging up then hop out of your car. You know that Bucky, and Steve if he wasn’t concussed, would have wanted you to stay in your car until Nat met you there but you just want to get to Steve. 

“You should be in the car.” Nat’s smoky voice says quietly from a few feet away and you pull your gun on her faster than she can blink. 

“I think I’ll manage.” You tell her coolly and she smiles a slow, deadly smile at you. 

“Well done. You’re not supposed to bring guns inside a hospital.”
“You’re also not supposed to fall in love with the leader of a biker gang when your father is a pastor but I did that too.” You tell her and Natasha laughs. 

“Touche.” You tuck the gun back into your bag and hurry into the hospital Natasha close on your heels. Bucky is waiting in the waiting room his helmet in his hands and when he sees you he looks over at the nurse, 

“This is Rogers’ wife.” He says and she gives you a nod then pushes a button to open a secure door. You follow Bucky into the ER and down a short hallway then to a room where Steve is sitting on a bed. When he goes to stand you hold out a hand to him

“Don’t you dare Steven Grant Rogers.” The nurse in the room gives a startled laugh and when you look over at her in surprise she says, 

“He’s stubborn, where were you this whole time? I could’ve used you.” 

“Steve, let the woman do her job.” You scold as Steve pouts over at you.

“Then come hold my hand Baby.” Steve flirts so you make your way to the opposite side of his bed and take his hand. He presses a kiss to the back of your hand while the nurse checks his eyes again, 

“Your pupils are looking better but we’re going to do one more CT scan before you can go. You have to stay completely still this time Mr. Rogers.”
“He was being stubborn.” Bucky tells you with an eye roll. 

“Steve, please behave so that we can go home okay?” You tell him softly and he sighs before you press a soft kiss to his jaw, “I’m going to have to keep you up tonight.” You whisper into his ear and he smirks over at you.

“You’ll still be here when I get back right?”
“Yea. I won’t go anywhere without you.” You promise, at least not until he can sleep then you’re going to take care of whoever went after your husband. Steve follows the nurse out of the room and you look over at Bucky. 

“Tell me that you’ve got them.”
“Sam’s got them.”
“Good.”
“You want Sam to take care of them?”
“No.” Bucky’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, 

“No?”
“No. They’re mine.” You tell him fury evident in your voice and he gives you a little smirk. 

“I’ll let Sam know to keep him comfortable until you can sneak away from your very possessive and protective husband.” 

“As soon as he can sleep I want to take care of it.” You tell Bucky who nods then slips out of the room, his phone to his ear. 

When Steve comes back he pulls you to him and kisses you soundly. 

“I feel like you and Buck are plotting something.” Steve says softly when he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, “You are up to something.” He whispers. 

“There’s nothing you need to worry about,” You assure him, your hand carding through his hair at the back of his head, “I’ve got this my Love.” 

“What do you have?” He asks, 

“This.” You tell him, “You don’t have to worry about it okay?” 

“Baby?”
“No.” You whisper before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “No, Steve.” The nurse comes back into the room followed by a man in a white coat. 

“Hello, I’m Dr. Johnson. I took a look at the scans, the concussion is minor. Here’s a sheet of instructions and you’re free to go.” He says passing you a couple of papers. 

“Wonderful. Thank you.” You tell him and he nods before moving back out of the room. The nurse passes you a sheet on a clipboard and you sign it before handing it back. Then you take Steve’s hand and leave the hospital with him. 

“You’re packing right?” He murmurs into your ear and you nod, 

“But Nat is outside.”
“Good. Where the hell did Bucky go?”
“He’s doing me a favor. Don’t worry.” You tell him as Nat falls into step with you on Steve’s other side. 

“They’re letting you out?” She asks coolly but you know that she’s just as relieved as you are that he’s okay and they’re letting him go. 

“Don’t be too disappointed Natasha.” Steve snarks and she laughs, 

“You’re following us home correct?” Natasha nods as you make your way to the car, you usher Steve into the passenger seat before you round the front of the car.

“Bucky said you’re going to take care of it yourself. You sure you want to do that?”
“Yes. You won’t change my mind.” 

“Okay. I am coming with you.” She says and you nod once before joining Steve in the car. 
“Now Natasha is in on your secret?” He asks and you start the car before looking over at him. You need to give Nat time to get on her bike, 

“It’s nothing you need to worry about right now Steve.”
“You’ll tell me later?”

“Yes, once you’re not concussed.” You promise him as Nat starts her bike. You ease out of the parking space and make your way home. 

The paper the doctor had given you said that he could sleep. Just to wake him every so often so after Steve falls asleep you slip out of bed, put on some clothes and head back out into the night with Natasha on your six.

The docks are cold and quiet at this time of the night. The lack of sound should be eerie but you just find it comforting. When you make your way into the basement of the large warehouse you’re pleased to see Sam and Bucky there with a man chained to the ceiling, his arms over his head while his feet touch the floor. 

“Hood off.” You command, your mask covering the lower half of your face. When the hood is removed the man blinks at you. Then he registers what he’s looking at, the mask across your nose and mouth looks like a skeleton’s, your hair is pulled back and covered by a black hood and he pales. 

“No.”
“Yes.”

“You’re Lady Death?”
“Yes.” You tell him calmly, “And you came for the only thing that I love. You tried to make me a widow, a life for your attempt at his death.”
“I’ll tell you who sent me!” The man pleads, “If you don’t kill me I’ll tell you.”
“You’ll tell me either way.” You assure him, “They always do.” 

And he does. 

Then you kill him. 

If he’d had his way, if Hydra had had their way Steve would be dead right now and you won’t let that happen. 

“Get rid of him.” You tell Bucky and Sam who nod before you go back out into the night. 

When you get home Steve is still asleep, thank god. You get ready for bed and slip into your bed next to him. 

“He dead?” Steve asks sleepily from next to you. 

“Yes.” You don’t bother lying. While he might be the leader of the Howlies you’re his left hand, the one that holds the gun. The police would never look at Steve’s sweet innocent little wife when they’re looking for a killer.

“You didn’t need to do that.”
“I protect what’s mine, just as much as you protect what’s yours.” You remind him cupping his face in your hand. 

“I love you.”

“And I love you. Now get some more sleep.” 

“Getting awful bossy on me Baby.” He teases and you laugh before kissing him again, 

“Don’t worry, I like it when you’re the boss better. I’m only stepping up because you were almost killed.”
“I’m fine.”
“Now. You are my love and my life and no one will take you from me. And anyone who tries won’t get a second chance.”
“You are my love and my life.” He tells you before curling his arm around you, “And if you think you’re sneaking off on me again you’ve lost your pretty little mind.” 

“I love you.”
“I love you.”

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Dark!Biker!Steve Rogers x Baker!Reader: Sweet Temptation

WARNINGS: mentions of gangs, possession, unhealthy relationships, implied sex.

The aroma of fresh bread and vanilla filled the air as you carefully arranged a tray of pastries in the glass display case. Your bakery, Sweet Haven, had been your safe space for years, a neutral ground in the middle of a brewing war between two of the most dangerous biker gangs in the city—HYRDA and The Shield. You had managed to stay out of their conflict, never taking sides, never accepting protection from either.

But that was before Steve Rogers set his sights on you.

He strolled in just before closing, the bell above the door jingling softly. You didn’t need to look up to know it was him; the air seemed to shift when he entered, carrying the scent of leather, motor oil, and something unmistakably predatory. He always came in at this hour, when there were no other customers, when it was just you and him.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Steve’s voice was smooth, teasing, but there was an edge to it. He leaned against the counter, his piercing blue eyes locked onto you. His cut, marked with The Shield’s insignia, stretched over his broad chest, tattoos peeking from beneath his sleeves. “Got anything sweet for me tonight?”

You forced a polite smile. “Same as always, Steve. What do you want?”

A slow smirk curled his lips as he reached out, brushing a strand of flour-dusted hair from your face. You flinched slightly, but he didn’t pull back. “You know what I want.”

Your stomach twisted. He’d been coming around for weeks now, making it clear he wasn’t just interested in pastries. The problem was, The Serpents were watching. They weren’t stupid. If they thought you were siding with Steve, they’d make you regret it.

“Steve,” you sighed, stepping back from his touch. “I told you—I’m not picking a side.”

His smirk faltered, and his fingers curled into a fist on the counter. “You don’t get it, do you, sweetheart?” He leaned in, voice lowering to something dark and dangerous. “You already did the moment you caught my attention.”

Your breath hitched. The way he looked at you wasn’t just possessive—it was a warning.

A sharp knock at the window broke the moment. You turned to see a familiar face—Jake, one of The Serpents. His jaw was tight as he gestured for you to step outside.

Steve didn’t even look at him. Instead, he exhaled slowly, shaking his head. “See, this is exactly why you can’t be neutral. They think they have a claim on you, too.” He stepped around the counter before you could react, sliding an arm around your waist and pulling you against him.

“Steve—”

His grip tightened, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Let me make this real easy for you, sweetheart.” He tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “You’re mine. And if they think they can change that? Well…” He chuckled, dark and dangerous. “They’ll find out just how wrong they are.”

Your heart pounded as he kissed your forehead—gentle, almost sweet, but laced with promise.

This wasn’t just a warning. It was a claim.

And whether you wanted it or not, you weren’t neutral anymore.

The scent of burning wood and sugar clung to the air, a sickening contrast to the warmth and comfort Sweet Haven once held. You stood frozen at the entrance of your bakery, the front window shattered, shelves overturned, and the remnants of your carefully crafted pastries crushed beneath heavy boot prints. Your hands shook as you stepped inside, the crunch of glass beneath your shoes making your stomach churn.

This wasn’t a robbery. This was a message.

A deep, mocking laugh echoed in your head—Rumlow. Hydra’s enforcer. He had warned you before: “Stay neutral all you want, sweetheart, but that ain’t gonna save you when Rogers decides to make you his.”

You swallowed hard. Maybe he was right. Maybe this was inevitable.

The sound of a motorcycle roaring up to the curb made your blood run cold. You turned, heart pounding, as Steve Rogers dismounted his bike, his expression dark, dangerous. His usual smirk was gone, replaced by something far worse—pure, simmering rage.

He took one look at the destruction before his hands clenched into fists. “Who?” His voice was eerily calm, but the tension in his body screamed of barely contained violence.

You hesitated, but Steve was in front of you in an instant, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Who did this, sweetheart?”

You exhaled shakily. “Hydra.”

His jaw tightened, his thumb brushing over your cheek in what might’ve been a soothing gesture if not for the storm brewing in his eyes. “Of course it was,” he muttered, stepping back and raking a hand through his hair.

You watched as he pulled out his phone and made a single call. “Barnes,” he growled. “Find Rumlow. Now.”

A chill ran down your spine. You knew what that meant. There would be blood tonight.

Steve ended the call and turned to you, his expression softening just slightly. “You’re done here,” he said, voice leaving no room for argument.

“What?” You frowned. “Steve, this is my bakery—”

“Not anymore.” He stepped closer, caging you in with his presence. “You think I’m letting you stay here after this?” He gestured toward the wreckage. “They won’t stop, sweetheart. Not until you’re ruined or worse.”

Tears burned your eyes, frustration mixing with fear. “So what am I supposed to do? Just leave everything I built?”

His hand slid to the small of your back, possessive, firm. “No, you’re coming with me.”

Your stomach twisted. “Steve…”

He tilted your chin up, his gaze locking onto yours. “I warned you, didn’t I? The moment I wanted you, you stopped being neutral.” His voice dropped lower, a promise laced in every syllable. “I take care of what’s mine. And you, sweetheart?” His lips brushed over your forehead, sealing your fate.

“You are mine.”

And just like that, you realized there was no escaping him.

Not anymore.

The low rumble of Steve’s motorcycle beneath you should have been exhilarating, but all you felt was dread. His firm grip on your thigh, holding you in place behind him, was a silent reminder that you weren’t just a passenger—you were his now.

Your bakery was gone, and with it, the last piece of your independence.

You wanted to believe that you had a choice, that you could have stayed, rebuilt—but Steve had made it clear. You’re done here. There was no arguing with him. Not when he was the only thing standing between you and Hydra’s wrath.

The bike pulled into a secluded lot behind an old bar—the Shield’s clubhouse. The place was exactly what you expected: a dimly lit dive with neon signs flickering over rows of parked bikes, the thumping of rock music spilling into the night. Several of Steve’s men lingered outside, their eyes flickering to you with something between curiosity and amusement.

“She’s here already?” One of them, a dark-haired man with a metal arm—Bucky Barnes—grinned as he leaned against the doorway. “That was fast.”

Steve shot him a look before pulling you off the bike, his hand never leaving your waist. “Hydra hit her place,” he said, voice clipped. “She’s staying here now.”

Bucky let out a low whistle. “Damn. They really don’t know when to quit, huh?” His gaze flickered to you, assessing. “Guess that means she’s officially ours now.”

Your stomach twisted. Ours.

Steve must have noticed your discomfort because his grip on you tightened. “She’s mine,” he corrected, voice dark. “And I don’t share.”

Bucky smirked but didn’t argue.

Inside, the air was thick with smoke and the scent of whiskey. Women draped themselves over leather-clad men, the occasional flicker of a knife or a gun reminding you that this wasn’t just a bar—it was a den of criminals, a place where loyalty was law and outsiders weren’t welcome.

You weren’t just an outsider. You were the prize Steve had claimed.

He led you through the chaos like he owned the place—because he did. Up a narrow staircase, down a dark hallway, until he pushed open a heavy wooden door.

His room.

The space was surprisingly neat. A large bed took up most of it, the scent of leather and cedar filling the air. A small table sat against the wall, a bottle of whiskey and a loaded gun resting on top.

Steve shut the door behind you, locking it with a soft click.

You turned to face him, pulse racing. “Steve—”

“I know you’re scared,” he interrupted, stepping closer. “But you’ll be safe here. No one touches you. No one even looks at you the wrong way without my permission.”

Your throat tightened. “I never asked for this.”

His expression darkened, but there was something almost… amused in his gaze. “Didn’t you?” He reached out, tracing a slow line down your arm. “You didn’t push me away when I came to your bakery. You didn’t call the cops. You let me walk into your life, sweetheart. And now?” His fingers tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“You’re mine.”

Tears burned at the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. “And if I leave?”

His smile was almost gentle, almost sweet. “You won’t.”

It wasn’t a threat. It was a fact.

Steve Rogers had decided your fate the moment he walked into your bakery.

And there was no escaping him now.

The Shield’s clubhouse was suffocating.

For days, Steve had kept you close, his men watching your every move like hawks. You had a bed—his bed—a place to stay, food, and even some clothes that he’d had someone bring for you. But none of it felt like yours. You weren’t a part of their world, no matter how much Steve claimed you.

Your bakery, though? That was yours. Or at least, it had been.

So, in the dead of night, while the clubhouse was alive with drunken laughter and the sounds of low conversations, you made your move.

The door to Steve’s room had been unlocked—maybe because he hadn’t thought you’d try to leave. Maybe because he wanted you to think you had a choice.

You ignored the unease creeping up your spine as you slipped out, moving quietly through the hallway. Most of the bikers were downstairs, occupied with booze, women, and business. No one stopped you as you slid out the back door, stealing one of the spare helmets off a nearby bike and catching a ride with a passing cab.

By the time you arrived at Sweet Haven, your heart was racing, both from nerves and the eerie silence surrounding your ruined shop. The shattered window had been boarded up, but the mess inside remained untouched—tables overturned, broken glass covering the floor, the scent of burnt sugar still lingering.

You swallowed hard and stepped inside.

It took you a moment to collect yourself before you moved. You grabbed a broom, sweeping away the shards of glass with slow, methodical movements. You wiped down the counters, righted the chairs, ignoring the ache in your chest as the reality settled in.

They had tried to ruin you.

You wouldn’t let them.

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t hear the deep thrum of a motorcycle outside.

Didn’t notice the heavy footsteps approaching.

Didn’t realize you weren’t alone until a familiar voice cut through the quiet.

“You’ve got some nerve, sneaking out on me like that.”

Your entire body tensed. You turned slowly, heart hammering as Steve stepped inside, his expression unreadable. He was still wearing his cut, his helmet tucked under his arm, those blue eyes locked onto you with something dark—something dangerous.

You braced yourself for his anger. For yelling. For threats.

But he didn’t do any of that.

Instead, Steve sighed, rolled up his sleeves, and grabbed another broom.

You blinked. “…What are you doing?”

He shot you a look, one that made your stomach flip. “Helping you.”

You stood frozen as he moved beside you, sweeping up the rest of the glass without another word.

For a long time, neither of you spoke. You worked in silence, the tension between you shifting, morphing into something almost… unspoken. You had expected fury, expected punishment.

Instead, you got this.

After what felt like forever, Steve finally spoke. “You should’ve told me you wanted to come back here.” His voice was quieter, rougher.

You swallowed hard. “Would you have let me?”

He exhaled through his nose, finishing his section of the floor before setting the broom aside. Then, in a single step, he closed the space between you, tilting your chin up with two fingers.

“I don’t want to keep you locked up, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice deceptively gentle. “I just want you safe.”

You searched his gaze, trying to find any hint of a lie. But there was none.

It scared you, how much easier it was becoming to believe him.

Steve’s thumb brushed over your jaw, his lips curving into a slow smirk. “You did good cleaning this up,” he murmured. “But you’re not reopening.”

Your stomach dropped. “Steve—”

His grip tightened, just enough to remind you who was in control. “Hydra’s still out there. And until I deal with them, I’m not letting you be a sitting duck.”

Your throat went dry. “What are you going to do?”

His smirk widened, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“I’m going to remind them what happens when they mess with something that belongs to me.”

Steve Rogers didn’t like when people touched what was his.

So when Hydra decided to send a message by trashing your bakery, he decided to send one right back.

And his messages?

They were written in blood.

The warehouse on the outskirts of the city was one of Hydra’s many meeting spots—one Steve had let them keep for far too long. That mistake was being corrected tonight.

Bucky, Sam, and a handful of Shield enforcers moved in first, silent and lethal. Knives flashed, muffled grunts filled the air as Hydra’s guards were taken down without a sound. Steve followed behind, slow and deliberate, his steps measured as he stepped into the dimly lit room where Brock Rumlow and his men were counting stacks of cash at a long metal table.

It took them a second too long to realize something was wrong.

Rumlow’s cocky smirk faltered as he looked up, meeting Steve’s cold, unreadable gaze.

“Rogers,” he drawled, leaning back in his chair. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Steve didn’t answer. He just walked forward, each step echoing off the concrete walls. His men flanked him, weapons drawn, but Steve?

He didn’t need a weapon.

He was the weapon.

“You broke into her shop.” His voice was calm, almost conversational.

Rumlow’s smirk returned. “Yeah, well… girl should’ve stayed neutral.” He tilted his head. “Not too late for her to switch sides, you know. We take care of our women real good.”

Steve moved before anyone could react.

One second, Rumlow was sitting there, smug as ever. The next, he was on the floor, clutching his bleeding mouth as Steve loomed over him, his knuckles cracked and bloody.

The room tensed.

Rumlow coughed, spitting blood onto the concrete, then laughed. “Touched a nerve, huh?”

Steve didn’t blink. “You so much as look at her again,” he said, voice eerily calm, “and I’ll take my time with you.”

Rumlow grinned, teeth red. “Oh yeah? And what’s she to you, huh? Another piece of ass?”

Steve’s boot slammed down onto Rumlow’s hand, hard enough to break bones. The sickening crunch was followed by a sharp scream, but Steve didn’t move, didn’t flinch, didn’t care.

“She’s mine,” he murmured, twisting his foot just a little more.

Rumlow cursed, gasping through the pain. “You’re gonna start a war over some girl?”

Steve crouched down, blue eyes ice-cold. “No,” he said, his voice dropping to something dangerous. “I’m ending one.”

And then, without another word, he stood up, turned on his heel, and walked out, leaving Rumlow gasping on the floor.

The message had been sent.

Loud and clear.

Back at the clubhouse, you had spent the night pacing, nerves shot, heart racing.

You had asked Steve what he planned to do, and he had only given you that smirk—the one that made your stomach twist in ways you didn’t want to admit.

Now, as the front door swung open and Steve stepped inside, you saw the blood on his knuckles, the sharp glint in his eyes, the satisfaction written all over his face.

You swallowed hard. “Steve—”

He was in front of you in two strides, cupping your face with rough hands, tilting your chin up so you had no choice but to meet his gaze.

“It’s done,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “They won’t touch you again.”

Your breath hitched. “What did you—”

“Shh, sweetheart.” His smirk returned, dark and possessive. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

A shiver ran down your spine, because you knew.

Whatever Steve had done?

There was no coming back from it.

And neither was he.

Because he hadn’t done it for his club.

He hadn’t done it for business.

He had done it for you.

And there was no escaping him now.

Not ever.

You should’ve known Steve would get his way.

But you hadn’t expected it to come this easily.

The next morning, after whatever he had done to Rumlow and Hydra, he had dropped a key into your palm and simply said, “Go open your shop.”

You had blinked at him, half expecting a trick. “What?”

Steve had smirked, brushing a slow kiss over your temple before murmuring, “It’s yours, sweetheart. Always was.”

And just like that, Sweet Haven was yours again.

But not without its price.

The first day back was… strange.

The broken glass was gone. The counters gleamed. The scent of warm vanilla and sugar filled the air like nothing had ever happened. But something had changed, and it wasn’t just the reinforced locks or the Shield members that seemed to rotate shifts outside your door.

It was him.

Steve had made himself at home.

Not in a way that was overbearing—not at first. He didn’t tell you what to do. Didn’t demand anything. He just… showed up.

Every morning.

Every night.

Sometimes, he’d sit at the counter, watching you knead dough like he had nothing better to do than waste hours in a damn bakery. Other times, he’d roll up his sleeves and help—without being asked.

You hadn’t even realized he knew how to bake until you caught him one morning, effortlessly braiding a batch of challah like he’d done it a hundred times before.

You had stopped, hands on your hips. “Do I even want to know where you learned that?”

Steve had only chuckled, wiping flour off his hands before pulling you closer by the waist. “Had a lot of time to learn things before I started this life, sweetheart.”

He hadn’t elaborated.

And you hadn’t pushed.

Because the more you did learn about Steve Rogers, the more you realized—

He hadn’t just decided to protect you.

He had claimed you.

It wasn’t until a week later that you found proof.

You had been looking for something in the storage room, rummaging through a pile of unopened boxes, when you found it.

A small, unassuming package with your name scrawled on the top in neat, precise writing.

Your brows furrowed. You didn’t remember ordering anything.

You peeled it open, curiosity shifting into unease as you pulled out the contents—

A book.

More specifically, your book.

The old leather journal you had lost over a year ago—the one you used to jot down new recipes, little notes, personal things.

Your breath caught as you flipped through the pages, heart pounding. Some were smudged with flour, others wrinkled from water stains. But there—on the very last page—was something new.

A single line.

Found this a while back. Kept it safe. Always keep you safe.

Your stomach twisted.

You knew that handwriting.

Steve.

The book slipped from your fingers, hitting the floor with a soft thud.

Because this wasn’t just obsession.

This wasn’t just possession.

Steve had been watching you for longer than you realized.

And now?

Now you weren’t sure if you were scared.

Or if you liked it.

You should’ve seen it coming.

Steve had been watching you all day, his gaze lingering, smirking every time you caught him staring. You had learned by now that he never did anything without a reason. So when he leaned against the counter right before closing, arms crossed, blue eyes dark with something intense, you knew he was up to something.

“Close up,” he murmured.

You frowned, wiping your hands on your apron. “Why?”

His smirk deepened. “Taking you out.”

You blinked. “Like… a date?”

His expression didn’t change. “Exactly like a date.”

You opened your mouth to argue, to tell him that whatever this was between you didn’t need dates. That he had already wrapped himself so tightly into your life, your bakery, your world, that there was no point in pretending like this was normal.

But then you saw the way he was looking at you.

And against your better judgment, you caved.

The ride up to the cliffs was breathtaking.

The wind whipped against your face as you clung to Steve, the scent of leather and cedar surrounding you. The city lights faded behind you, replaced by open roads and the endless horizon, the ocean stretching out in the distance like something from a dream.

You hadn’t realized where he was taking you until the bike slowed, rolling to a stop in front of a secluded little restaurant perched on the edge of the cliffs.

It was small—intimate. The kind of place people whispered about but never quite found unless they knew where to look.

Steve helped you off the bike, his hands lingering on your waist longer than necessary. “Come on, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Got us the best seat in the house.”

And of course he did.

The hostess didn’t even blink when Steve led you inside, guiding you to a table right on the edge of the patio, overlooking the water. The sun had already begun to set, casting streaks of pink and gold across the waves, the scent of salt and citrus thick in the air.

For a moment, you let yourself enjoy it.

You let yourself pretend.

Pretend that Steve wasn’t dangerous. That he wasn’t the reason your world had been turned upside down. That this was just… normal.

He must have sensed it, because his fingers brushed over yours, drawing your attention back to him.

“You like it?” he asked, his voice quieter, rougher.

You swallowed, nodding. “Yeah. It’s beautiful.”

He tilted his head, studying you. “You deserve beautiful things.”

Your breath hitched.

You hated that he said things like that.

Hated that a part of you wanted to believe him.

Dinner was… easy. Surprising, in a way. Steve knew exactly what to order for you, and normally, that would have irritated you—but tonight, you let it slide. The conversation flowed naturally, the tension that usually lingered between you replaced by something lighter.

Something dangerous.

Because you were enjoying yourself.

You were enjoying him.

By the time you finished dessert, the sun had disappeared completely, leaving nothing but the soft glow of candlelight and the distant shimmer of the ocean.

And when Steve reached across the table, tracing a slow line over the back of your hand, you didn’t pull away.

The ride back was different.

You weren’t just holding onto Steve because you had to. You were holding onto him because you wanted to.

By the time the bike pulled into the lot behind the bakery—behind his place—you knew there was no use pretending anymore.

Not when he turned the engine off and twisted in his seat, eyes dark, lips curved in that knowing smirk.

Not when he reached for you, pulling you off the bike and straight into him, his hands firm on your waist.

Not when he leaned in, his breath warm against your skin as he murmured, “Come inside, sweetheart.”

And when you nodded—when you let him lead you inside, the door clicking shut behind you—

You knew you had really been his from the very beginning.

You woke up slowly.

The warmth surrounding you was unfamiliar, but the scent wasn’t.

Cedar. Leather. Steve.

Blinking against the early morning light, you shifted slightly, only to realize you couldn’t move much—not with the heavy weight of Steve’s arm draped across your waist, his body pressed against yours, holding you firmly against him.

Your breath hitched as last night came rushing back. The ride. The dinner. The way he had looked at you.

The way you had let him have you.

Heat rose to your cheeks, and you would have squirmed away if it weren’t for the deep, satisfied hum that rumbled from Steve’s chest as he tightened his grip.

“Mm… don’t move yet,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.

You swallowed, your body betraying you as you relaxed against him. “Steve—”

He nuzzled against your neck, his lips brushing your skin as he whispered, “Stay.”

You shivered. “I—”

“I know what you’re thinking,” he murmured, dragging his fingers lazily over your bare skin, tracing patterns only he could see. “You’re trying to convince yourself this was just a mistake.”

Your stomach twisted. Was it?

Steve exhaled slowly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before tilting your chin back so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. His blue eyes were softer than usual, but still held that dark, dangerous possessiveness.

“You keep telling yourself you don’t want this,” he whispered, thumb brushing over your lower lip. “But here you are.”

You swallowed hard, struggling to form words. “It’s… complicated.”

His lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk. “Sweetheart, the only thing complicated about this is that you won’t admit what you already know.”

He was right. Damn him, he was right.

But still… you needed something.

Something to hold onto, something to convince yourself that this wasn’t a mistake.

And then, as if he could sense that hesitation, Steve did something you weren’t expecting.

He listened.

The entire morning, he listened.

He let you talk—about your favorite books, your childhood, your bakery. About the new recipes you had wanted to try before everything went to hell. About the silly little things that made you happy.

And he remembered.

He asked questions, leaned in closer every time your voice grew animated, traced lazy circles on your thigh as he murmured things like tell me more, I love hearing you talk, you’re so damn smart, sweetheart.

It was so easy to get lost in it.

It was so easy to get lost in it.

To pretend, even just for a moment, that this was real. That Steve wasn’t a dangerous man. That the world you had been pulled into wasn’t made of blood and violence.

Because right now?

Right now, Steve was just Steve.

He was warm against you, fingers tracing absentminded shapes on your thigh as he listened to you talk about your bakery. He asked the right questions, nodding along as if he had been waiting forever to hear you share these small, intimate details.

“So, what’s your favorite thing to make?” he murmured, his voice still husky with sleep.

You bit your lip, thinking for a moment before finally answering. “Cinnamon rolls.”

Steve’s lips quirked into a smirk. “Sweet, soft, and irresistible?” His fingers brushed along your collarbone. “Like you.”

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t pull away. “They take time. You have to be patient with them. The dough needs to rise just right.”

Steve hummed, tilting his head. “Sounds like something that needs a lot of care.”

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Exactly. It’s not about rushing. It’s about getting it just right.”

For a long moment, Steve just looked at you. Like he was memorizing you. Like he was seeing something only he could understand.

And then, so softly you almost missed it, he whispered, “I’d wait forever for you.”

Your breath caught.

Because there it was.

That thing he did.

The way he said things that made your stomach twist in ways you didn’t want to admit. The way he made you want to believe him.

His hand slid up your arm, slow and deliberate, his fingers ghosting over your pulse. “You don’t have to run from this,” he murmured. “From me.”

You swallowed, but didn’t move.

Because maybe you had been running.

And maybe—just maybe—Steve wasn’t going to let you anymore.

You should have left after breakfast.

You had told yourself you would leave. That last night had been a moment of weakness, and now that the sun was up, you would go back to your life.

But then Steve had leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching you with that knowing smirk.

“You gonna make me those cinnamon rolls?”

You had stared at him. “Steve—”

“You just told me how much care they take,” he cut in smoothly, tilting his head. “You gonna deny me the chance to taste ‘em straight from the source?”

You had sighed.

And now?

Now you were in his kitchen, kneading dough while Steve stood behind you, his arms lazily wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.

It was too easy. Too familiar.

And when you felt his lips brush against your temple, when he murmured against your skin, “Knew you’d stay,” you knew—

Steve Rogers had won.

And maybe… maybe you weren’t going to fight it anymore.

[irelandking]

biker au fic recs

bucky barnes x reader

❤️ = fluff 😔 = angst 🔥 = smut

multiparts:

howlin' for you - @invisibleanonymousmonsters

When Y/N gets an unreal deal on her first home, she wonders why her neighbor scared away all the other buyers. Despite being cautious, she wonders why the town has given Bucky Barnes a bad name. ❤️🔥

business as usual - @world-of-aus

Part 2 & 3: More Than Business, More Than Business II biker x baker reader fluff, more parts coming ❤️

not my babe - @avecra

Part 2: you’ll never be alone After a nasty break up to a nearly two year relationship, you find yourself dragged to a bar by your best friend, though a familiar blue-eyed biker makes the best of your crappy situation. ❤️😔

biker masterlist - @angrythingstarlight

interconnected one shots ❤️🔥

delicate edges - @wkemeup

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

one shots:

bumblebees and honeybees - @venusstorm

The time in which you gifted Bucky Barnes an adorable little keychain for his motorcycle. ❤️

the bogeyman and other monstrosities - @pellucid-constellations

As the local biker club president, Bucky Barnes had a reputation for being tougher than nails and feared by many—he’d never be caught dead at a halloween street fair. Too bad his best girl always got what she wanted ❤️

i saw you and i knew - @sinner-as-saint

You met Bucky unexpectedly at an unfamiliar bar one night - one of your last nights of freedom before your parents marry you off to some rich, young man. Bucky happened to be so different from all the men you had dated or you were used to seeing that it was a little bit of a surprise how reckless and open he was. You had been subconsciously looking for a way out of the situation you were in for days, so when Bucky makes you a rather unusual proposal; you accept immediately. And it ends up being one of the best things you ever agreed to. ❤️🔥

naughty & nice - @rookthorne

Presents took on many shapes and forms, this one, however, was likely to be your favourite. ❤️🔥

hot and cold - @bucksfucks

you & bucky had never gotten along, but when your ex-boyfriend ransom turns up at the same bar you’re at, bucky goes to every length to protect you 🔥❤️

drunk, dumped, and angry - @green-eyeddragonfanfiction

 After a nasty breakup, you go out drinking. After an absolute creep hits on you, you’re saved from a concussion by a mysterious, kind man, who reveals himself to be Bucky Barnes. The bar you’re in is a bit suspect, but you never expected him to be head of a biker gang. ❤️🔥

deny me - @drewbarymore

In which you feel like Bucky’s ashamed of you ❤️

best friends? nah. - @wicked-mind

Classic best friends don’t realize feelings for each other until someone points it out ❤️🔥

coffee. emergency. thighs - @angrythingstarlight

You told Bucky that the only time he's allowed to wake you up is under three conditions: He has coffee. It's an emergency. Or his head is between your thighs. And today, he really, really wants to wake you up. 🔥

thin ice - @angrythingstarlight

bucky has a few rules. the most important one is that you always have to tell your biker you love him before you leave the house. because 'i love you bucky' are his four favourite words ❤️🔥

an angel's confession - @rookthorne

Being the Angel on Bucky’s shoulder meant you were the voice of calm, of reason – it did not mean the most sinful chants would fall from your lips and render both of you speechless. Until the day that it did. 🔥

[theatrebackroom]

One Piece OCs

Strawhats:

Quartermaster

Ability: Gara Gara no Mi (Rattle-Rattle Fruit)

Special-type Paramecia

Allows the user to turn their body into endless amounts of metal chains. Haki can be transmitted through the chains.

Awakened power is to allow chains to bind not only physical body but also more metaphysical things like desires.

Time skip: got sent to Red District, the Island of Desire. Learned intricate binding techniques from the various prostitutes there, as well as awakening the ability to lock down people's thoughts and desires.

Has an overall sort of biker gang leader look, very brash personality, kind of an idiot. Sometimes uses an anchor which they tie to the end of their chains as a weapon. Originally a bounty hunter but joined the crew during Skypeia arc after she ended up getting thrown up by the Knock-Up Stream with them and bonded.

Special Moves:

Iron Lash: whips out using a chain

Chain Mail: wraps the user or someone else in a layer of chain, preventing damage

Iron Grasp: wraps target in chain, pulling them back or smashing them around

Iron Lash - Cat o' Nine Tails: whips out chains from every finger

Prison Breaker: lays out a net of chains loose all around, which get pulled taut once enemies enter the range, crushing and trapping them within

Rubble Wrecker: plunges chain into ground, ripping up huge ball of rubble and swinging it around

Demon Binding: ruses past an opponent wielding chains in both hands, tightly binding the opponent by pulling the chains taut after wrapping them

Rattling Dragon: Shapes immense amount of chains into an Eastern dragon and launches it at enemy

Rattling Kraken: Wields a large number of tentacles made of chains to lash at enemies

Rattling Hydra: Combines Rattling Kraken and Dragon, creating 8 dragon heads which attack enemies from the users body

Prison of Desire: locks away certain emotions or desires by binding a target with chains, preventing them from acting on those desires.

[notjustanyannie]

If for any reason you’ve recently been feeling complacent about global security, international relations and oh, you know, little things like the continued existence of the species, here to herald the end of all that comes Tonje Hessen Schei and Michael Rowley’s “Praying for Armageddon,” a glossy, persuasive and increasingly alarming documentary exposing the influence of the fundamentalist Christian lobby on US politics.

Loosely tracking the investigative sleuthing done by Lee Fang, a reporter at The Intercept, but also taking ample time with parachurch pastors, GOP politicians, Israeli and Palestinian observers and Mission: M25 — an evangelical biker gang who traverse the country on compact-car-sized motorcycles proselytizing and occasionally knighting one another with swords — Schei and co-director/cinematographer Rowley’s film can feel a little scattershot, as it lops off one of the Hydra heads of this malign movement, only for two or three more to sprout in its place.

However, the core thesis is abundantly, horribly clear: there are a growing number of people in positions of major power in US politics and broader society who are actively working to bring about the end of the world as we know it. It does not feel fine. While the definition of a Christian fundamentalist is someone who believes every word of the bible to be literally true, this bunch only ever seem interested in Revelations — as if the Good Book is a thriller and, impatient to see whodunnit, they went immediately to its last chapter, never bothering with the mellower stuff about turning cheeks and loving neighbors

[hasanyoneseenmyspoons]

If for any reason you’ve recently been feeling complacent about global security, international relations and oh, you know, little things like the continued existence of the species, here to herald the end of all that comes Tonje Hessen Schei and Michael Rowley’s “Praying for Armageddon,” a glossy, persuasive and increasingly alarming documentary exposing the influence of the fundamentalist Christian lobby on US politics.

Loosely tracking the investigative sleuthing done by Lee Fang, a reporter at The Intercept, but also taking ample time with parachurch pastors, GOP politicians, Israeli and Palestinian observers and Mission: M25 — an evangelical biker gang who traverse the country on compact-car-sized motorcycles proselytizing and occasionally knighting one another with swords — Schei and co-director/cinematographer Rowley’s film can feel a little scattershot, as it lops off one of the Hydra heads of this malign movement, only for two or three more to sprout in its place.

However, the core thesis is abundantly, horribly clear: there are a growing number of people in positions of major power in US politics and broader society who are actively working to bring about the end of the world as we know it. It does not feel fine. While the definition of a Christian fundamentalist is someone who believes every word of the bible to be literally true, this bunch only ever seem interested in Revelations — as if the Good Book is a thriller and, impatient to see whodunnit, they went immediately to its last chapter, never bothering with the mellower stuff about turning cheeks and loving neighbors

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

bucky barnes.

smut or implied smut = *

series

stress reliever *

after a stressful long day at work, your roommate bucky knows just what you need to ease the tension.

the morning after*

a long night between the sheets requires an even longer shower.

crush*

home for the summer, you plan on spending your days bathing in solitude and sweet sunshine. but bucky barnes has other plans. how does a goodie-two shoes and the lead of a biker gang end up hand in hand?

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one shots 

thunder

after months of drawing and writing your feelings away, they become exposed to the man you’ve been desperate to keep them from…bucky.

relaxation

you notice bucky has been feeling a little stressed lately, so why not treat him to a spa night?

bbm baby *

its the rockin 70s and you and the gang have a night out, feelings may or may not get exposed...

mine *

bucky owns the north end of brooklyn, new york. you’re his dolly, and someone tries to take you from him. no one touches his dolly. he shows you exactly just who you belong to.

desperado *

you and bucky have hated each other since the beginning, and push each others every button. after months of disobeying buckys rules regarding missions, he decides to finally teach you a well deserved lesson.

i knew you were trouble (buckys version)

the second you met bucky, you knew he was trouble. falling for the bad boy was never your style… but who are you deny a man as charming as him? maybe you wanted to be trouble too…

don’t make me ask twice *

you’ve been teasing bucky all day and he’s had enough. meet him in his office at 11pm sharp… and don’t make him ask twice.

knee socks *

you’re buckys favourite thing to come home to after a long day at work.

i drink wine *

long day of meetings + bottle of merlot= stress reliever. but bucky adds one more variable to that equation, and you discover the missing component when you find him masturbating in YOUR bed.  

you wanna be good for me? *

the crush you have on your fathers best friend increases at an alarming rate when you come back home for the holidays. you show bucky just how good you can be for him.

the meeting *

your boss mr. rogers is a mean mean man, but you find he has a sweet spot- just for you. perks of the job? he’s hot. and his best friend is too

teachers pet *

professor barnes wants to reward you for being such a good girl and for being such a  good, hardworking student. you meet him after class for some much needed release.

lovers rock*

after sharing a joint with the famous ladies man- bucky barnes, the two of you get into a little…trouble involving a bed, and your legs spread wide open.

i know places *

you hate barnes, and barnes hates you. yet when you get injured on a mission, the lines of love and loathing are crossed… and the single bed tony has at the safe house ends up being a benefit after all.

burning desire  *

after being sprayed with sex pollen on a mission gone wrong, bucky is the only man who can help you. the issue? you hate his guts. 

playing dangerous *

after finding out your husband has been cheating on you with dozens, you do the only logical thing. burn the house down with him trapped in it. when telling the police about your little fake sob story, one officer sees right through you- and needs payment to keep his mouth shut.

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blurbs

brooklyn baby *

the tough and brooding bucky barnes having a mommy kink? something you weren't expecting, but god were you pleased about it.

freak like me *

bucky wants to try something new in the bedroom, wanting to film you so he can watch it during his long missions away from you. lights camera, action...

you can run, but you can’t hide ( the winter solider)

as HYDRA attacks new york, you attempt to flee your horrible past, desperate not to be captured by them once again. but theres a slight problem… the winter soldier wants to play a little game first.

back off

when someone gets a little too close and comfortable with you, bucky decides enough is enough.

bloody mary *

bucky reminds you who you belong to.

a sweet treat *

while eating the best ice cream you’ve ever tasted, you teasingly confess to your roomates you’d let ben and jerry do anything they wanted to you. the next time you open the freezer, their names have been crossed out, and replaced with bucky and steves. be prepared for a treat much sweeter than ice cream...

matilda 

bucky and steve take care of you when you’re struggling.

beach bum *

a beach day with your boyfriend is quite peaceful, until he finds out about a new kink of yours...

sleepwalking *

when your boyfriend bucky wakes up with the winter soldier mindest, you do the only thing you know how to do- comfort him. he does the only thing he knows how to thank you- possessive sex. 

headaches

bucky helps you take care of your headache, with the only real cure... cuddles and kisses.

can i kiss you?

you have a crush on bucky, and he has one on you. who cares if youre best friends. best friends kiss ALL the time.. right?

robbers *

bucky and you were your own little version of bonnie and clyde, getting the most excited out of the most violent things. the two of you ruled the world- who cared about anyone else?

the mask

you convince bucky that every few months, your skin starts to peel off during your period.

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headcannons

dating bucky barnes

interlude- the trio *

drabbles of bucky, steve and peter

[wkemeup]

Delicate Edges - Masterlist

summary: Your family’s beloved flower shop was not the only thing you inherited when your parents passed. Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, you bear the cost of your father’s desperate bargain. It’s only in moments when the charming Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. The border is crumbling. You're trapped in the middle. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe. (Biker!AU) pairing: Bucky x reader series word count: ~70k series warnings: canon level violence, biker gangs, extortion, sexual harassment, smut (18+, will be marked by chapter with *), an exorbitant amount of fluff turns into a shitstorm of angst

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[littleseasiren]

Bad Date (Part 2)

Summary: Bucky finally takes you on a date.

Pairing: Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Part One

Word Count: 2480 words

The sweet kiss between you and Bucky is abruptly halted when the elevator stops on the main floor. Reluctantly, the two of you separate from each other and exit the building. You shiver with anticipation while praying you won't make a fool of yourself on this date. You still can't believe Bucky had planned on asking you out before you had gone on your bad date.

"Come on, doll. Why don't you climb into the car while I make a quick call?" Bucky opens the door for you and waits while you get comfortable. "I'll just be a minute."

"Oh, sure. Everything ok?" Maybe you were pushing him too fast? Or maybe he hadn't really planned on taking you out?

"Yeah, just have to get the plans into action," Bucky says as he winks at you, making you giggle. There's the ladies' man Steve kept bragging about. Maybe the real Bucky was a mix of his two selves, the man young man he was before he the war and the man he became after surviving everything Hydra had put him through.

He steps away and quickly makes a phone call. Only a few seconds pass before he climbs in and starts the car. His right hand grabs yours softly as he exits the parking garage. "Are you sure you want to do this? With me, I mean?"

"Of course, Bucky! I can't wait to spend my evening with you. Are we still heading to the Wolf Sanctuary?" You are so eager to spend your evening with him that you can't keep from smiling.

He nods as he slips into traffic. "I just have to make a quick stop first."

You gasp when you see that Bucky has parked in front of your favourite small café a few minutes later. He smiles at your bewildered expression. "I need to grab our picnic basket."

You notice Nonna Isabella struggling out her entry door with a big basket and before you can blink, Bucky is at her side and takes it from her. You slowly exit the car as The Avengers' "adopted" grandma walks closer to you, Bucky trailing behind her.

"Y/N, my bella! I can't believe you two are finally out on a date. I thought I'd be in the grave before it happened, with how slow this pretty boy was moving." She gives you a big hug, squeezing you tight.

"I'm not a pretty boy Nonna. I'm over 100 years old." Bucky mumbles over Nonna's shoulder.

"You'll always be my pretty boy, right bella?" You nod to her in agreement, giggling at the uncomfortable look in Bucky's eyes.

"Good thing age is just a number in Bucky's case, Nonna. He looks good for over a hundred."

Bucky groans in frustration as he mumbles about keeping you two apart for his sanity. "Nonna, here you go." You watch as Bucky tries to give her money, but she refuses to take it.

"You know your money is no good here my bambino. Not after everything you did for me." She kisses Bucky on the cheek and you have to suppress your giggle as you watch Bucky slip the money into Nonna's small clutch. He moves so carefully, you know she won't see the money until later in the evening. She gives you another hug as Bucky puts the basket in the backseat.

"You two to enjoy yourselves," Nonna says as Bucky walks you to your seat and opens the door for you.

"Thank you, Nonna, you're my angel." He gives her a soft hug and walks her back into the café.

"So, what was that about?" You ask as Bucky starts to drive. At the bewildered look on his face, you continue, "Nonna said she wouldn't take your money with everything you've done for her?"

You watch Bucky as he glances away from you. Before he starts to explain, you interrupt. "And no downplaying it. She loves us all, so to be her 'bambino' you must have done something big..."

Bucky glances at you again, before he sighs and taps his fingers on the steering wheel. "Alright... Nonna was having some trouble with a bad biker gang. They wanted her to start paying them a fee, as according to them, she was doing business in their territory. Which is absurd as she's been at that café for over thirty years. One night, after we came back from a mission, I was restless and no matter what I did, I couldn't stop the feeling. I went for a walk outside, spotted her closing up the café and went to say hi. She was so distraught that it took me a while to understand what was happening. The following week when her payment was due, I sent her to the back and had a friendly chat with the gang. Told them she was my family and after some convincing... they agreed not to bother her or any of the nice building owners in the area again. It was all nice and civil. You know me..." he chuckled.

"Uh huh, you just had a friendly talk..." Just the thought of Bucky having a friendly talk with gang members, has you giggling before you continue, "You're so sweet Bucky. Helping them like that. I can't believe you didn't tell any of us, though." You playfully punch him on the shoulder. "We could have helped you."

"It was fine, doll. I can handle myself. They were just a bunch of morons who got in way over their heads. I just showed them their place."

"That's a really nice thing you did, Sarge." You softly run your hand over his muscular forearm, seeing the uncomfortable look on his face. "You don't like getting praise, do you?"

You watch him squirm in his seat. "Uh, I just do what any man would do. Here we are..." Bucky grabs the picnic basket, and both of you enter the sanctuary. Having been there often before, you and Bucky head to the large Mexican Wolf pack in the middle of the sanctuary. You notice a large group of excited people huddled together at the viewing area.

"Damn, I hate being short. Can you see what all the fuss is about?" You try to look past the people, trying to get a glimpse of something but since you arrived late, there is no way you could see anything. As tall as Bucky is, he stands out heads above everybody else.

"Seems like the wolf cubs are playing. They're ambushing each other. Why don't you try and get a glimpse from the front, doll?"

"No, no, there are old ladies and children in front! I'm not going to squeeze past them. I'm not so heartless, Bucky," You mock him. "I'm sure they'll post it on their Instagram page later. I'll just have a look then." You can't help but be a little sad at the loss of opportunity, but you plaster on a smile for Bucky's sake.

"Why don't you climb on my back?" Bucky looks you over when you snort at his suggestion. "Ah, guess your pretty dress will be a problem in that situation."

"Yeah, I prefer not flashing everyone tonight," you blush at the heated look Bucky gives you.

"You're right, doll. I won't like that either. I'm not one for sharing..." His eyebrow raises as an idea pops into his head. "Do you trust me, Y/N?" The look in his eyes shows you he's not just talking about this moment.

"Of course, Bucky. I trust you with my life." The most beautiful smile fills his face, happy at your answer. You know how important trust is to Bucky, always having his past in the back of his mind.

He places the basket on the floor next to him. "I've got a plan. I know this sounds strange, but I need you to cross your legs and grab onto my shirt collar." You cross your legs as he bends down next to you. You grasp his shirt, holding on tightly before he places his metal forearm under your butt. He slowly straightens up, holding onto your crossed thigh as you sit on his bicep like it was a seat, your stomach parallel to his head making you see far into the distance, above everyone else. Gasping, you clutch his shirt as you watch the cubs play with each other.

"Bucky, this is amazing! I can see everything up here. Jeez, you tall people are so fortunate!" You softly exclaim, wonder filling your voice, Bucky chuckling next to you. The next second concern fills your voice, "Aren't I too heavy? You can put me down, I've seen the cubs now thanks!"

"Please, doll, I can lift a car with my normal arm. You feel like a pack of sugar on my bionic arm. Have a good look. See that cub on the right? He's going in for a sneak attack any second now..."

You both watch as the small cub wiggles its butt in the air, nose pressed down in the grass as it slowly crawls closer to its family. The mother wolf glances in his direction, making him freeze on the spot, then huffs and turns around. She makes a soft howl when the wolf cub pounces and lands in front of her, further away than planned, his mission failed. The mother wolf falls down, pretending that his attack was a success.

A giggle forms from the crowd at the little cub's antics. Bucky meets your eyes as you both laugh, a moment passing between the two of you. A moment that is embarrassingly cut short when your stomach gurgles. Bucky tries to hold in his laugh but fails to, laughing at your reddened cheeks.

"It's not funny, Barnes!" You scoff at him on the head softly. "We were out for hours with his stupid hunting attempt, and all I got was one small cup of coffee!" You wiggle on his arm.

"All right, all right. Guess I need to be a better date and feed you, huh?" He softly bumps his head on your stomach before straightening. "Ready to come down and have some food?"

"Yes, please!"

Bucky slowly bends down to a crouch, making it easy for you to step off his arm. He grabs your hand and picks up the picnic basket, pulling you to a secluded spot close to the waterfall. Wolves run around, swimming and drinking from it, giving you two a perfect viewpoint.

Being the gentleman that Bucky is, he quickly throws a blanket down on the grass and gives you a hand to help you sit down before joining you.

"For your dining pleasure today, we have a variety of your favourite foods specially made for you," Bucky says in a humorous waiter voice as he unpacks the basket. "We have corndogs, mini quiches, brie and fig parcels, croissants and chicken kebabs." He points to each dish as he names them. "We also have some fresh fruit, your favourite sparkling wine, and lastly..." he holds up a large container and shows you what is inside.

"Chicken strips! Yes! I love crumbed chicken strips. Nonna definitely makes the best ones... they're just the right ratio of chicken to crumb coating and she manages to make them extra crunchy but not too much, so it doesn't hurt your palate, you know? Sometimes when you eat them elsewhere you can't even taste the chicken. Did you know she adds sesame seeds to the crumb to give it that smoky taste? And--" you stop mid-sentence when you see Bucky's small smile. "Sorry I'm rambling, you don't want to hear me babble about chicken strips..." You can feel your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. So much for playing it cool in front of the guy you like.

"No, doll. Please don't stop, I like the fact that you're comfortable enough around me to talk about normal things. At the tower, everyone is always choosing their words so carefully, like their afraid I'm going to break. If they even bother talking to me. Some Shield agents just look at me then run away..." You follow his line of sight and notice he's fidgeting with the edge of the basket, his eyebrows drawn down.

"It's just because they don't know you Bucky. They know the soldier but not the man inside." Your hand grasps his in comfort.

"Are you sure-" He clears his throat before he continues. "Are you sure about being here with me? With everything I've done..." he lifts up his metal hand, "with this?"

"Of course Bucky. What happened in the past, that wasn't you. And as for the metal arm? I have to say, it definitely grew on me... I think it's kind of sexy."

Bucky doesn't reply but you notice the small smile he's trying to hide. He starts opening all the containers for the picnic.

"So, apparently the camembert and fig parcel needs to be eaten hot, so I think we can start with that?" He quickly opens the sparkling wine and pours it into plastic glasses, passing one to you.

The two of you spend hours just talking and eating, getting lost in each other's company when one of the sanctuary's staff members walks around and asks the two of you if you would like to buy a Wolf Plushie. Glancing at your eager face, Bucky tells you to pick one out. After careful consideration, you pick a white wolf that has blue eyes.

"This one is perfect, thanks," you say as Bucky pays the man. "He reminds me of you..."

Bucky snorts as he replies, "I don't know who you're thinking about, but I think if I was a wolf, I'd most likely be a black wolf, given that I am a brunette. The eyes fit at least."

"Oh, crap! I guess you're right. I must be thinking about Steve," you mock as you throw a grape at him. "I thought you were called the White Wolf, Sarge? Or am I thinking about someone else?"

"You got me there. Guess it does fit me in that regard. I don't even know why they called me that..."

"I think it's cute! They have the Black Panther so why not add a White Wolf as a different protector? No wonder I like you, Barnes, you know I love wolves..."

"Yeah... you do. Think you can learn to love this White Wolf too?" He pulls out the last container in the basket, "I did after all get your favourite cheesecake for you..."

"You know what? I think I just might love him already. I think he's my favourite."

Bucky holds onto your waist as he slowly pulls you closer before his mouth meets yours in a passionate kiss.

In the distance, the wolves begin to howl to the moon, their call a melody serenading you in love.

[midtwentiescrisis]

Currently Reading [Series]

Just needed a place to keep up with all the series I am currently reading or saving to read later because I have the memory of a hamster.

HUGE SHOUTOUT to the all the writers for their amazing fics and thank you for taking the time, energy, and effort each of you put into your work! Words cannot express how grateful I am for y'all.

bucky x reader:

The Missing Piece by @imaginativeavengers (Mob! AU)

Living on your own in Brooklyn isn’t an easy thing. Your work life is awful and your ex-boyfriend is a complete mess. When you get caught in the sights of two of the most dangerous men in New York life doesn’t get any easier, but it certainly does get more interesting. [stucky x reader]

All Bikers are Hell’s Angels by @sweet-barnes (Biker! AU)

When Y/N’s older brother Steve gets into a near fatal accident, she’s the emergency contact. The notorious biker gang she finds littering the hospital is unexpected and so is the news that Steve is the leader’s best friend and right hand man, the infamous James Buchanan Barnes.

Double Agent by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky can't control his rage as he sees you, a former Hydra operative, joining the team. His fury is quelled, however, when you reveal the truth about your past. (Each chapter has it's own summary)

Bad Reputation by @likeahorribledream (Biker! AU)

A bad break-up pushes you to move to a small town in California where you meet Natasha who offers you a job. You work alongside the men from the 107th motorcycle clubs who all welcome you with open arms, and for a certain brunette; with open arms. Everyone warns you to stay away from him, but as you’ll soon find out; it’s a lot harder to do than it seems.

Meadow and Pine by @bunnygirlwriter876 (Alpha! CEO! Bucky)

Bucky Barnes is the CEO of Barnes LTD and seems to have it all. He is a powerful alpha with wealth and a beautiful fiancée but it’s not all that it appears to be behind closed doors. When he notices the scent of a particular omega it gets harder to keep up appearances.

The Devil’s Club by @a-fictional-mans-wife (Mob! AU)

It started with a job for extra money. Little did you know that the night, a special guest requests for your presence in the vip area, would change your life.

Ride by @povlvr (Biker! AU)

Having been stranded in a midwest town thanks to being transferred by your boss, your days stuck working in the office & evenings glued to Netflix you’re not quite living life & hoping to leave as soon as possible but fate would have other plans, a night of boredom leads you to him. Slowly unpacking your life & heart to the only love you’d ever known, to a man who would face an army to keep you safe, the very man you call home.

Business As Usual by @pitifulbaby (Mob! AU)

“I don’t do love, I never understood it. But there is something about you, you changed everything for me. And darlin’ I don’t know if its a good or a bad thing.”

Along Came You by @world-of-aus

"You are the love that came without warning; You had my heart before I could say no."

Yours, Mine, Ours by @coffeecatsandcandles

Bucky Barnes has been raising his girls, Rebecca and Winnie, for the last two years. He'd lost all hope of falling in love again until he met you, a pediatrician with two children of your own- Elliot and Willow. He falls in love and he falls hard, but the challenges of being single parents still weigh on you both at times. Luckily, you'll always have each other.

Honey, There is No Right Way by @bonky-n-steeb steeb (Mob! AU)

When you agree to be the feared mobster Bucky Barnes’ sugar baby, you expect to get enough money to pay your bills. what you don’t expect is to fall head over heels for him.

In the Embers by @foreverindreamlandd (Firefighter! AU)

Bucky Barnes. The boy next door. Your brother’s best friend. The guy you’ve been in love with for as long as you can remember. Unrequited, that is, seeing that he only thinks of you as a sister (at least, that’s what you always thought). It’s been about a decade since you’ve returned home and reunited with the boy - now man - with stunning blue eyes and a smile that still puts a million butterflies in your stomach. You never expected to come back, thinking that you’d spend the rest of your life as a famous artist in Los Angeles with your boyfriend/manager. But things change, life gets messy, and now you’re back in your childhood bedroom living with your mom and working at the townie bar to make ends meet while you try to figure out what the hell to do next. The one thing that hasn’t changed? Bucky Barnes is still the boy next door, and there’s no running from him this time.

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Our Home To Heal by @subwaysurf45

Working at the VA, you’ve found your place. helping people in the sobriety unit as well as cooking for the food bank, the VA had everything for you. Bucky Barnes has a not-so-good first impression but after dealing with a dark recent past he finds you to help him heal.

As It Was, Baby by @nexusnyx

Living right across from James Barnes was certainly an experience, but a much different one than most people expect. A neighbor who is respectful, funny and brings you food every now and then is any girl’s dream. Too bad you’re only his neighbor and nothing else. Or, at least, that’s what you thought. One stormy night changes everything and discovering that you mean more to the Sargent than you expected has life-altering consequences.

Their Doll by @kaiparker-avengerssmut

Y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past. [stucky x reader]

The Sweet Life by @mobbucky

You never expected your life to take complete turn around of events but when your best friend dies you’re called to take care of her daughter as her legal guardian….and so is Bucky. He always thought of settling down but never like this however he owed to his best friend to treat his daughter like his own no matter what.

New house, new routines and I guess you could say a new family except the two of you don’t really know each other that well. It’s a lot of new changes but you agreed to have your own separate romantic lives despite of it but when the moms in the suburb start hinting at Bucky a wave of jealously takes over you and suddenly he’s more than just a roommate, someone you share a child with…

Could a pretended family turn into a real one?

Love and Fire by @blanketbarnes (Firefighter! AU)

Station 107 of the NYFD, Brooklyn, is undisputedly one of the best in the city. That is because the people working there have indomitable spirit and an innate desire to help others. Their efficiency, courage and bond is unmatched and thats why they're often hailed as the city's heroes.

But, things have been a little out of place at the firehouse owing to their lack of receptionist. But all that is immediately solved when you walk in with a large plate of homemade cupcakes and a warm smile on your face. You not only manage to keep everything in place but also forge unbreakable friendships along the line. Especially one with a certain blue-eyed, metal-armed firefighter who manages to steal your heart along the way.

Where it Blooms by @wonderbreadbucky

You were rescued from Hydra by the Avengers, and when Bucky is thrown into living at the compound upon his pardon, he feels rescued by you. Maybe it isn’t as bad as he thinks.

Long Drive by @love-is-a-dagger (Biker! AU)

Feared bike gang leaders, Steve and Bucky, are emotionless and strong minded, normally not a good mix, but they make it work. What happens when woman gets involved? [stucky x reader]

Meant To Be by @rosepetalsinwinter (Mob! AU)

For years the girl was oblivious to what exactly her father did for a living. That is until her precious brother died violently right in front of her. She did what anyone would do. She ran. But the mafia is powerful, and they have connections. Her father finds her. He wants her home, and he wants her to marry James Barnes. He doesn’t care what he has to do to make her listen, even threatening those she loves. The girl agrees. But at what cost? She can only hope the stories aren’t true, and James Barnes isn’t the blood thirsty murderer everyone says he is.

Little Wolf by @marvelgirl7 (Dad! AU)

Sometimes the decisions and life choices we make come back to us in mysterious ways.

Renee Parker for the most part was happy with her life but she always wonders how different her life could have been and if she did make the right choice years ago.

Bucky Barnes is doing his best running his company with his best friends all while being a single dad to his little girl Piper. Piper just loves her daddy she’s a huge daddy’s girl and loves him to the moon and back. When Piper and Bucky meet Renee their lives will be forever changed.

Wanna Be Yours by @thewildthorberrys (Mob! AU)

no summary

Caught in the Fire by @dreamwritesimagines (Mob! AU)

In a city ruled by gangsters, nothing is ever simple.

Entwining Hearts by @tpwkbucky (Dad'sBestFriend! AU)

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.

updated january 21, 2022

[sweet-barnes]

All Bikers are Hells Angels - nine

Pairing: biker!Bucky x reader

Word Count: 3964

Summary: When Y/N’s older brother Steve gets into a near fatal accident, she’s the emergency contact. The notorious biker gang she finds littering the hospital is unexpected and so is the news that Steve is the leader’s best friend and right hand man, the infamous James Buchanan Barnes.

Warnings: violence, threatening language

A/N: i hope you enjoy this part😬😬 i don’t have much to say hahaha feedback is always appreciated!

Series Masterlist // Part Eight

The past few days spent at Bucky’s house were something you couldn’t quite describe. The atmosphere had grown softer. Steve was enjoying seeing you both getting along so well, he was amazed at how happy you both were, even if he did joke about wanting to poke his own eyes out whenever Bucky showed any sign of affection towards you.

All three of you were sat around Bucky’s dining table, eating the breakfast Bucky had insisted on cooking, even though you offered your help multiple times. It seemed so domestic, so content and relaxed. You could stay here forever and be happy and never have to leave, you thought to yourself.

But the day was drawing closer to your first meeting with Rumlow, and you still didn’t have a solid plan.

“We’ll get everyone together at dinner to discuss it all, you need a solid explanation for him, back ups for the plans and back ups for the back ups in case he starts poking further into it,” Bucky said, his face serious as he thought everything through. You could tell there was a lot going on in his mind, he just wasn’t letting it all out just yet.

“Do you think maybe we could go to the police with this?” You had no idea how any of this worked, but you thought it was worth a shot asking.

The was a moment of silence before Bucky spoke up. “We do have someone who could possibly help us,” he started, looking over at Steve who shrugged, he must have known who Bucky was speaking of. “It just depends whether they have enough on Hydra and we have enough for anything to be done about it, there’s no point starting something that can’t be finished, it would just piss them off even more and make this worse.”

You nodded. You got it. You didn’t want to make this situation worse seen as though you were at the heart of it, plus it would drag the others further into it as well and you had grown to be part of their family. You couldn’t do that to them.

“We’ll see what we have later, maybe we can give him a call to come over as well, see what we can do from there,” Steve’s suggestion was met with nods from yourself and Bucky and the conversation was forgotten as you finished your breakfast and got yourselves ready for the day.

—

You had just finished your makeup routine for the day, packing your makeup away into your bag when a light knock sounded against your door. “Come in!” You called lightly and it was soon followed by Bucky making his way into the room, his signature smirk across his face.

“You look lovely today, if I do say so, doll,” he complimented you, taking a seat at the end of the bed where you were zipping up your makeup back. You smiled at him, shaking your head at his words, “why thank you, Bucky,” you responded. His smirk grew into a smile and he watched you until you settled yourself down next to him.

“How do you feel?” He asked, taking your hand into his. It was rough against your soft skin, evidence of his years playing with his bikes. You didn’t mind the feeling, it comforted you more than anything, to know it was Bucky’s hand that you were holding.

“About what, Buck?” You asked, focusing on your intertwined hands. “The meeting with Rumlow,” he said, as though it was obvious that’s what he was talking about. “Oh,” you simply said You took in a deep breath, slowly exhaling it before answering.

“I’m not sure, I think I’m a bit scared but I did get myself into this position so it’s only fair that I get myself out of it,” you said, looking up to meet Bucky’s sparkling blue eyes. Your voice sounded unsure as you spoke. “You won’t be alone, you won’t ever be alone with him, I’ll make sure of it,” Bucky promised and you knew he would keep his word.

You didn’t say anything as he moved his hand from yours and instead wrapped his strong arm around you, pulling you into his chest as you tucked your head underneath his chin. He placed a gentle kiss against your hair as you both savoured each other’s presence. It was you who broke the silence. “So,” you said, dragging the word out. “When are you taking me on another date?” You giggled and Bucky pulled away to look at your face.

“Oh I didn’t realise I was taking you,” he joked, “I thought you would be taking me on the next date.” He feigned shock, holding a hand to his chest. You laughed at him and he couldn’t help himself but to join in with you. “I mean, I can take you out if you want?” You suggested, “I just don’t know anywhere around here to take you.”

Bucky shook his head. “I’m only joking, doll, I was thinking I could take you out on my bike next time? We could go for a proper drive if you feel like it?” He asked. He seemed a bit nervous to ask you, but you didn’t know why, you’d already been on his bike with him before when he’d picked you up from the side of the road.

You nodded quickly. “I’d love that.” You said simply, taking his hand back in yours.

Bucky was relieved by your answer. He knew that you’d already been on his bike before, but that was different. You were in danger, you had no other choice. And after hearing everything you’d said about Steve and the bikes and how dangerous it was, he didn’t think you’d be so willing to join him again.

His bike was his baby, his comfort and he didn’t know what he would do if you didn’t have some understanding of that. If you instantly rejected that side of him, it would be a disaster. Luckily for him, you’d agreed, and he planned on showing you just how beautiful it could be.

—

Once again, you were sat in the garage, surrounded by the gang. This time, however, you were sat next to Bucky, his arm draped across the back of the sofa, his fingers playing lightly with the ends of your hair as everyone talked.

When Nat had entered, she looked straight at you and Bucky. You didn’t know what you expected from her, but the bright smile she gave you both was not it. You gladly returned it though, glad you didn’t need to worry about that situation for now.

“When’s he getting here?” Sam asked, looking over at Steve and Bucky. You still had no idea who they were talking about but you left them to their business. You’d be informed of everything you needed to know eventually, so you didn’t bother them too much while they were making their plans. They were doing all of this for you anyway, you couldn’t think how else you could show how grateful you were for it all.

“He should be here soon,” Steve mumbled, digging his phone out of his pocket to look at the time. He was interrupted by the sound of the back door slamming and everyone’s heads turned around to watch the figure walking through the door.

His long, black coat flicked out at the ends as he walked and from the way he moved, you could tell he held a lot of power. “This better be worth my time, Barnes, or I’m going to start charging you for my services,” his deep voice spread throughout the room.

Bucky got up from his space beside you and made his way over to the man, holding out his hand to shake his. “Captain Fury, thanks for coming by,” he said, before finding a seat in the corner of the room and dragging it over next to where you were sitting for Fury to sit down.

“How many times do I have to tell you boy, just call me Nick,” Fury huffed, letting his weight fall down onto the chair. He let himself get comfy, settling into the chair before he turned to look at you. “You must be the lady that’s got herself into a whole boat load of trouble,” he said. It felt like he was inspecting you, the way he looked at your face. “Yeah, I am,” you simply said, looking over at Bucky to break the gaze between you and Fury as he sat next to you, replacing his arm where it once was.

“Hydra are dangerous, but they’re good at what they do, we have no where near enough evidence to do anything to them,” Fury explained, looking around at the group. Sam picked up a folder from next to his feet, taking it over to Fury and handing it over.

“This is all we’ve got, pictures, notes they’ve left, messages they’ve sent, maybe if you add it all together then you could come up with something?” Sam said, taking his seat once again. The room was silent as Fury flicked through the pages, revealing blurry photos of Hydra and the things they’ve been up to, even pictures of the gang after they’d had a beating from the thugs themselves. There was even a couple of you, right at the very end.

“I’ll have to see what I can do,” Fury closed the folder, holding it in his lap. “So what’s this deal you mentioned?” Bucky looked at you, waiting to see if you would start but after a few seconds of silence, he took over. “They want this land, they went through Y/N to get to us and she made a deal to protect herself in the moment.”

You sat nervously, waiting for Fury to respond, your thoughts flying through your head thinking you’d done the wrong thing. “We can use this, this might be what we need to finally take them down,” Fury’s voice was quieter now as he thought but you felt your whole body relax as he spoke those words.

“We set you up with the best bug we can find, record everything they say and hopefully they slip up and let it all down in front of you, meaning we can come in and get them,” Fury explained. “You’ll have to go to all the meetings, tell them you’ve started wearing all these down, that you’re going for Steve at the minute because he’ll be the easiest to convince because he’d do anything for you and see where it goes from there.”

The words all become a jumbled mess as you thought about the danger you were walking into. If this went wrong, who knows what Rumlow would do to you. If they ever found out that you were crossing them, you don’t think you’d make it out alive.

Once the meeting was over, and most people had emptied out of the garage, you allowed yourself to calm. Steve could sense the regret you were feeling, it was a strange superpower he had between the two of you and he soon took you aside to talk you through it.

He always knew how to calm you down, how to make you feel better. Today was no different.

He explained everything again for you, making sure you knew exactly what was happening. You had a couple of days before it was happening, enough time for it to truly sink in, enough time to process everything. He just wanted you to feel safe, so you knew that no matter what happened, there would be someone there for you to get you out of there and protect you.

“Thank you, Stevie,” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. He quickly reciprocated. “What are big brothers for,” he responded. “No one else is going to get you out of your stupid decisions, are they?” He taunted, you pulled back, giving him a light slap on the arm and letting out a small laugh.

“I can handle myself, I’m a big girl,” you joked, but there was a sadness to your tone. You knew full well you couldn’t handle this on your own, you needed all the help you could get. Steve sighed, “that’s the thing, Y/N, you don’t have to handle everything on your own now, you’re one of us and we never let anyone face anything on their own.”

Steve’s words were sincere and they caused your heart to swell. You never knew you needed this kind of support until now. You were always independent, always relying on yourself, but maybe it wasn’t so bad letting other people in.

—

The day had arrived. You hadn’t managed to get much sleep the night before. Waking every hour and only falling back into a light sleep, that was filled with taunting dreams. It was almost like your dreams were trying to catch you out for today, like Rumlow was already planning something against you.

Bucky’s frame appeared at the entrance to your room, a soft smile on his face as he looked at you. “You ready?” His voice was quiet, gentle, as though any loud sound could break you open at any minute. You only nodded, lifting yourself up from the edge of the bed and making your way over to him.

His gentle hand against the small of your back guided you downstairs, where Fury was setting up equipment on the dining room table. It wasn’t long before the microphone was secure on your body, invisible to everyone and barely noticeable to yourself.

“You don’t have to do anything,” Fury explained. “Even if they pat you down, they won’t be able to feel it, so don’t worry.”

It was agreed that Nat was going to be there with you. Everyone knew she was the best for the job, she was capable of blending into the shadows like no one they’d ever known. As much as you wanted Steve or Bucky there, you knew this was the best choice.

You were stood outside Bucky house, taking in some fresh air, when her motorbike pulled up in front of you. She pulled off her helmet, shook out her fiery red hair and you wondered how she could still look so good after her head being cooped up in there for any length of time.

Nat smiled, “you okay?” She asked. You sent her your own smile back, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “I think so,” you responded. Nat nodded, leaning against her bike. “They’re not the nicest people, but I’m there for you if you need me, I won’t let anything happen to you,” she said and her words eased you a little bit, but not completely.

“I just want to clear something with you,” she said, her words making your head look up at her, a small frown on your face. “Whatever was going on with me and Bucky, it’s over, you don’t have to worry about it,” she said pointedly. “Oh,” was your only response, prompting her to continue. “There was never anything there emotionally, it meant nothing to either of us, it was just something to do I guess,” Nat sighed. “I know how it must look but I can promise you, Bucky wants nothing to do with me anymore, he is all yours and I’m happy for the both of you, he truly deserves to be happy and I can see that you do that for him.”

For that moment, you forgot all about Rumlow, you were solely focused on Nat’s words and you suddenly felt at peace. There was no more worrying about her. You so desperately wanted to like her in the beginning, there was just something about her that drew you to her. Maybe it was the fact that she radiated such a powerful presence, you admired that about her. Now, you could finally set everything aside and move on.

“Thank you, Nat, I really appreciate it,” you said and Nat picked up on the genuineness of your words.

Everyone suddenly piled out of the front door, gathering around you both and you shot Bucky a smile as he looked at the two of you.

“It’s time to go,” Fury said, and your heart rate instantly picked up. It was happening and there was no going back.

—

You were stood inside the warehouse. Your arms wrapped around you as you stood and waited for Rumlow to arrive. You had a feeling he’d keep you waiting, a power play on his part. It had been half an hour since the decided time and he still wasn’t showing. Just when you started to relax, you’d hear a noise and it would set your anxiety off once again.

Another 15 minutes. Footsteps echoed from behind you and you whirled around to see who was making their way to towards you. Rumlow. His leather jacket hanging off his shoulders, his boots scuffing across the floor as he got closer. His face was unreadable.

“I’m surprised you showed up, pretty thing,” he purred the nickname, the sound of it made you want to throw up, but you kept your composure.

“I keep the deals I make, Rumlow,” you said, as confidently as you could, hoping he didn’t notice the waver in your voice as you started talking. Rumlow showed an expression of being impressed but you didn’t know whether to believe it or not. “Tell us what you’ve got then,” his voice turned harsh, wanting to get down to business as soon as possible.

You told him what you’d agreed to say. “Steve’s the one I’m going for first, he’ll listen to me, he seems to be cracking, I’ve heard him mentioning it to James,” your voice didn’t waver this time as your spoke and you took on a more confident stance.

“What’s he been saying exactly?” Rumlow was prodding, trying to find holes in your story. “That it’s just getting stupid now, it was never about territory so they should just give it to you, it’s time to move on now anyway.”

“And is he listening?” You knew who Rumlow was talking about. “James is stubborn, you know that,” you started. “It’ll take a bit of time to get through to him.”

Silence filled the warehouse as Rumlow thought. You took a moment to look around, as casually as you could. You hadn’t seen Nat since you arrived here and you were beginning to worry if she was still there, or if she’d been caught.

“You need to work harder,” Rumlow finally said. “Convince little Bucko somehow, I’m sure you can get in his pants more than enough times to win his heart and make him move, you will stop at nothing to get this for us, you understand?” He’d walked closer to you, his finger in your face to emphasise every word.

“You’re one of us for doing this you know, as close as you’ll get to being one of us anyway, you don’t quite have that spark in you,” his voice was quiet as he spoke, you could feel the vibration of his low, rumbling voice. “You know what we do to lackeys who don’t fulfil their roles?” You knew better than to answer his question, instead letting him carry on at his own pace. “We beat the loyalty into them, and I’m not going to hold back with you darling, you’re a precious piece in our puzzle and you’ll be useful to us for many things.”

His face got too close, you attempted to move your head back but he was quick with the hand around your throat, holding you in place. A small rasp left your lips at the tight feeling. “Just because you’re useful, doesn’t mean we won’t hurt you, get it?” His voice rose. You didn’t answer, the panic rising in your stomach.

“I said,” Rumlow said slowly, his grip tightening on your throat. “Get it?” He finished speaking and you quickly nodded. It felt like an eternity before his hand left your throat and your body slumped to the floor, taking in deep breaths to replenish the oxygen you were deprived of.

“I want more by next week, get back to work,” Rumlow called as he walked away, leaving you in a heap on the floor.

You took a minute to collect yourself, Rumlow’s bike had already gone by the time you were heaving yourself up and back to your car. All you could think about what the feeling of his hand. How vulnerable you felt. How this all had to end right now. You couldn’t take it anymore.

—

Bucky’s blood was boiling. There was no other way to describe it. He felt like he could bubble over at any minute. He knew exactly what happened and he didn’t even need to see it.

He knew what Rumlow was like. Even when they were friends, he didn’t agree with some of the stuff he did. He questioned whether their friendship was really worth the wrong he did so often. Eventually, it turned out none of it was worth it.

Even after all this time, he hadn’t changed. He’d only got worse and Bucky needed to stop it. Now that it was you on the line and your life was in danger, he couldn’t just let it happen. You weren’t meant for this world and now you were being sucked into it. Bucky and his guys could handle a beating every now and then, they signed up for that when they joined Bucky, but you didn’t. He couldn’t let it last any longer.

“This needs to be stopped now,” Bucky seethed. Fury only glanced up at him before turning to Steve, who was already staring back at Fury.

“Buck, there’s nothing we can do yet,” Steve tried to stay calm but Bucky snapped. “It needs to be stopped! We either do it the right way or I do it my way!”

Steve didn’t know what had caused this outburst. Of course, hearing his sister go through that had been disturbing for him but he knew this was a waiting game, as much as he wanted to stop everything and pull you out right at that second. He didn’t realise it had effected Bucky this much.

“Buck, we need to think about this properly, if not we could make this worse for Y/N,” Steve tried to be the voice of reason and hearing your name must have snapped Bucky out of it long enough for him to hear the door open and close behind you and Nat.

He came rushing over, not giving you chance to take in what was happening before his body was pressed against yours, his arms holding you tight against him. His arms were strong and he wasn’t letting go until you were saying his name softly, coaxing him out from you.

“I’m sorry, doll, this shouldn’t be happening to you, we’re going to stop it,” his hands gently grazed across your neck and you hoped he didn’t notice the slight flinch under his touch.

Fury walked by, his voice cutting through the moment. “You better sort his head out before he messes this up for everyone.”

Part Ten

[love-is-a-dagger]

Long drive pt 2

Masterlist

Series masterlist

Biker!au Stucky x reader

Summary: Feared gang leader, Steve and Bucky, are emotionless and strong minded, normally not a good mix, but they make it work. What happens when woman gets involved?

Warning: mention of trafficking

Dividers by @firefly-graphics 🌻

“She’s at it again” Bucky’s voice draws Steve from the newspaper, making him tilt his head.

“The neighbour” Bucky clarifies before Steve can ask him.

“You’re going to give her a heart attack” he shakes his head going back to his newspaper.

Bucky has been watching you work on your garden for the past half an hour, you moved in about a two weeks ago and you’re already gardening.

“I’ll tell the guys to try and not scare her off” Steve lets out a sigh, pulling his phone out.

“Is she your new obsession?” Steve chuckles as Bucky spins around to look at him.

“I’m feeling a little jealous” he’s throws his arm over his head, wanting to annoy Bucky, his grin widening when Bucky grits his teeth at him.

“I’m kidding, buck. Buck?!” Steve calls to Bucky as he walks past him, making him think that he’s leaving the room, only for him to appear in the seat next to him.

“I want to bring someone home tonight” Bucky says, taking a sip from his coffee.

‘Bringing someone home’ is code for they want to bring someone else home to sleep with for the night, with the other person of course. They don’t want the relationship to get boring and they also find it fun to ‘experiment’ every now and then.

They made a rule to never sleep with another person without the other, despite them rarely bringing someone home, they kep the rule intact.

You watch as the seed is devoured by the soil, this isn’t the first seed you’ve planted today, no, it’s one of the few you have planted. You’ve surrounded the edges of the fences with seeds, so when the flowers grow they will follow the line of the fence.

You even taken the liberty of putting already grown plants into bigger pots to put near your door.

“No point doing that” you turn to see a dark-skinned man with a gap tooth.

“Why’s that?” You humour him.

“Kids will come and kick them, or pick ‘em” he gives you a toothy grin.

“I’m sam, you must be the new neighbour” he puts his hand out to shake yours, which you happily comply to.

“Y/n” you give him a small smile.

“I haven’t seen you around town, you new?” You give a small smile.

“Yeah, I recently moved here” you tell him, all though it must be pretty obvious.

He sends you a small nod, “well, if you need anything I’m the house on your left”

“Thank you, Sam” you both send each other nods, before going back to your business’s

The sound of bikers pulls the duo out of the little domestic bliss they had pulled themselves in.

Steve slowly pulls away from Bucky, who gave Steve an evil grin as he walks from the living room to the front door.

“Hey guys” Steve greets when he sees his friends, Sam and Natasha are first ones at the door, the latter sending him a cheeky grin before entering the house, the others follow shorty after; all but one.

“Where’s Wanda?” Steve questions as Bucky enters the room.

“She’s at the house over, I think your neighbour is vision’s cousin or something” Natasha smirks as she grabs her recently received bottle of beer and has a little sip.

Steve stares at the house opposite his for a few moment before getting to business.

“What we did,” Steve starts, grabbing everyone’s attention, “will not stop hydra, like their saying-“ he didn’t get to finish his sentence, getting interrupted by Bucky.

“-cut one head of and another rises, or some shit” he shrugs having a sip of his beer.

Steve frowns, he sounded to bitter, yes they were talking about a criminal organisation. Then again, Bucky is hold a grudge for all the things hydra did to him, not that Steve blames him for that.

The door opening released the group of the small silence they were put into after Bucky’s interruption.

“Sorry, did I miss anything?” Wanda gives a breathless smile, before slowly closing the door and taking a seat next to Clint.

“No, you didn’t, Wanda” he sends her a small smile.

“There are still three trafficking rings that we know of, we need to find to find them and take them down”

It is quite out of character for a group of bikers to help people, in the eyes of Society, anyway. The group had first started with Steve, Bucky, Sam and Nat, and slowly progressed. They all shared things in common, the main thing is their hatred of hydra, and everything the hydra gang associates themselves with.

It had taken them months to take that one done, let alone three, so they had to start planning.

“Okay, bye” Steve calls out as his friends mad their way to their vehicles. He stayed out, in the dark, until he couldn’t see their lights.

When Steve made his way back to the living room he was met with Bucky cleaning up.

“I saw you just wait out there ‘till I’m done cleanin’” Bucky chuckles, grabbing another few bottles, making his way to the kitchen to throw in the bin.

“Sorry, punk” Steve smiles, putting his hands in his pocket.

“Still want to bring someone home?” Steve receives a head shake in response.

“So the neighbour is vision’s cousin? Bet we’ll see more of Wanda then” Bucky gives a slight shrug.

“I was talking to Wanda about that, apparently she opened a cafe in town, and it’s going pretty good”

“We could check it out” Bucky gives him a shrug, staring the washing up.

Steve watches Bucky, he never really imagined Bucky would fall into a somewhat domestic setting, playing the role of the wife.

Steve stalks behind Bucky, wrapping his hands around his waist, giving him a little tug, making the other male give off a little laugh.

“I love you, buck”

“Love you too, dipshit”

Bucky walks into the cafe Steve was on about, Steve was busy and Bucky offered to get them something to eat, and Steve proposed the neighbour’s cafe.

Bucky walks up to the counter, the room was quiet but not empty, there were three people bundled up in the corner and an elderly couple was in the middle, and a little old lady who you were currently walking up to.

“Want a refill, Doris?” You send her a smile, which she send back.

“I don’t think I can finish this” she almost apologises, putting her hands on her plate, indicating that she couldn’t finish her sandwich.

“How about I wrap it up for you and you can take it home?” You offer, getting a smile off the woman.

She nods and you slowly pick up the plate and make you way behind the counter to wrap up Doris’ sandwich.

“Just a second” you send a smile to Bucky who was at the counter, continuing to wrap up the sandwich.

Bucky watches as the slowly walk up to Doris and hand her her sandwich, getting a thank you in return.

Bucky feels his heart tighten, you’re so kind and sweet, seems like you couldn’t hurt a fly.

He didn’t realise you had reappeared in front of him until you said something, taking him out of his daze.

“Uh, sorry?” He almost blushes.

“I asked what I could do for you” you send him a cheeky grin, making him give you one, and laughing at him silliness.

“Yes, sorry. Could I have two coffee to go? One black the other not, with two sugars?” He waits for you to write it down before continuing, “ and two slides of carrot cake” you send a nod, writing it down, he didn’t say anything else, to you take that as him finishing his order.

You send him another nod before going to make the coffee’s. When you come back he’s looks at you as if he knows you.

“You live in that house on maple street, 13?” You looked at him shocked, and slightly scared before his eyes widen, easing his hands up, realising how creepy that sound.

“Sorry, uh, I mean that in the neighbourly way, I live in the house opposite yours. I’m Bucky” he raises his hand up in a form of a handshake.

Your shock is quickly gone, a small smile forming from your face. “I’m y/n”

“How are you enjoying the neighbourhood?” You give him a small grin before replying.

“It’s nice and very calming. Oh, do you know if any of the neighbours have dogs? I have a cat and she really want to get out.” You explain.

“Uh, I think number 19 does, but it’s friendly” you give him a thankful smile.

You hear the kettle, and excuse yourself to put his coffees.

He watches you leave, his eyes wondering your form. he watches the swish of your hips, almost  hypnotising. He quickly diverts his eyes when you turn back with his coffees, you reach below the counter to the display to get his cakes before putting them on the counter. He swiftly hands you a 10 dollar bill.

“Kept the change” he give you a smile before turning and leaving your cafe.

Business was blooming, word had gotten out and more and more people had been coming to the cafe.

You were doing an order when Bucky came into the cafe, flashing your a smile.

“Bucky” you greet, returning the smile.

“Doll” he returns, “have you been to that taco van near the centre of town?” You give him a small, nervous smile.

You haven’t really been around the town, you’ve been to busy keeping the cafe in check.

“I, uh, no, I haven’t” you confess, feeling a little embarrassed;

“I’ll take ya, now?” he gives you a grin.

You give him a look, “I’ve got a business to run”

“You’ve got employees, tell them to run the place for an hour”

You leave him unanswered for a few moment before replying, “okay”

You turn to the back room to tell Leah, an employee of yours to watch the cafe for an hour or two.

Getting back to the front room you see Bucky near the door watching everyone.

“You okay?” At your voice he jumps, he looks at you skeptically, then smiles, realising it was you.

“Yeah” he replies breathlessly.

“We can go on my bike” he nods over to the window which shows his bike, a beautiful red Harley Davison.

He opens the door for you to exit, getting a ‘thank you’ from you.

“Nice bike”

“Thanks”

He gets on the bike and puts his helmet on, before handing you one, you do as instructed and place it on your head. Heaving a leg over the bike and wrap your hands lightly around him as he starts the bike.

There’s an odd feeling in your stomach as you hold onto his waist, it makes you feel like your doing something you’re not suppose to do, it also make you feel a little insecure. I don’t smell, do I?

Your grip on his tightens when the bike starts to move. It’s a bit terrifying, you’ve been on a motorbike a few times before, your brother’s bike.

The ride was long, but it gave you time to appreciate this town, everyone looks normal, not in a bad way…in a good way. There’s not a single thing that could even suggest anything you really bad goes on in this town.

Bucky stops the bike and takes his helmet off, you follow suit.

You take breath, having the helmet on was depriving you of little oxygen. You look around, it’s cosy. There were seats and tables around the taco van. There’s soft music playing, even some fairy lights that are hung up.

“It’s very homey”

“That’s exactly what Steve said” Bucky muses, then stops. He didn’t know what you though about him and Steve. He feels you getting off the bike.

“He’s your husband, right?” You give him a small smile, comforting him.

“Boyfriend, we’re not that far yet” the look he had one his face was dreamy, like he was imagining the thing that him the happiest.

“What’s Steve like? I’ve never met him” he’s practically buzzing now.

“He’s the greatest person” he sums up, a childish grin on his face.

“Right, come on, you need to try these tacos” he jokingly demands, throwing his leg off the bike, walking towards the van.

Part three

Tag list: @zareen165 @wandas-love

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE ( BUCKYS VERSION)

Pairing: Biker!Buckyx Female!Reader

Word Count: 5k-ish ( hold on tight yall)

Summary: The second you met Bucky, you knew he was trouble. Falling for the bad boy was never your style... but who are you deny a man as charming as him? Maybe you wanted to be trouble too...

Warnings:  swearing, pet names, fluff, angst, drugs/ booze, killing death mentioned, kissing, cuddling, flirting ( all that fluffy goodness im a sucker for it)

Note** hi hi! this is the first part of my red series, based off songs from taylor swifts album red. each story will be separate and individual stories! i apologise that this one took a bit, its the biggest piece of work i’ve written. i really hope you guys enjoy!! and don’t forget to stream red, taylor verison :)

Sobs racked your body as you lay on the cold hard concrete. Tears fell with each blink, staining your rosy cheeks. You felt as if you were dying, curled in on yourself, attempting to hold yourself together. You were falling apart. Pins and needles stabbed all over, and you felt your throat closing in. You couldn’t breathe. It was all too much for you to process. How did you end up here? Crying and shaking on this damn floor, hurting. Thoughts raced through your head like a truck. You longed for your Bucky to come back. The Bucky that you knew, the Bucky who charmed you with that boyish grin, the Bucky who kissed your cheeks before he stepped out the door, the Bucky who told you silly jokes and made you laugh whenever you were hurting. He would never be that Bucky again. Not after what you had just found out. Your vision was blurring through the endless stream of tears, black spots filling your line of sight. You felt trapped in a fishbowl. It was becoming harder and harder to breathe, shaky breaths barely escaping as you scratched at your throat, willing for it to work. The light swung back and father slowly, taunting you. The dim light left a hazy glow on your skin, making you appear pale and cold. The room was empty minus the single bed in the corner, the white blankets span across the floor like a maze from your outburst. How could you have known? Bucky had so much under his layers which you refused to believe. The sweet, charming man you had met at the bar was nothing like the man who had killed people in cold blood. Yet they were the same person. Now you were paying the price of his actions, sitting in a frigid cell by his gang’s number one enemy- HYDRA. The feud between them had cost you nearly losing your life. You had no idea what Bucky had been doing once you fell asleep next to him in bed. Yet here you lay, sprawled across the concrete floor, trapped like a bird in a cage. Bucky wasn’t here with you when you needed him most. No, he took a step back without you. You had to figure this out on your own. Why you were here, how you got here and how to get out of this hell. How could he have done this? You still couldn’t wrap your mind around the fact he and his gang had been killing people as you shivered from the bare lack of clothing you were in. HYDRA had stripped you of any warmth. You should have known something was happening with him. You didn’t have the courage to tell him he felt long gone when he cuddled you in bed before his missions. Why didn’t you say something? Your mind screamed harshly. You should have known he was trouble! You should have known he was different. The blame was on you- you released and that was the final straw. Another sob racked your body and you were thankful for the isolation. You couldn’t let Bucky see you cry. You wouldn’t have had the heart to tell him he was the reason why. “ Stop cryin sweets.” A low voice came from across the bars. One of Rumlow’s men stared down at you as you sat up with a shaky breath. “ Your prince charming will try n come for ya soon. You’ll see his head on a stick soon enough, then you’ll have a reason to cry those pretty tears.” he laughed deeply and walked off, leaving you alone again. It was all becoming too much. You felt as if you were drowning. Panic began to seep in your bones more and more as you were slowly feeling the hope leave your body. You would never be the same. If Bucky did end up coming for you- what would happen? It wouldn’t be the same. It couldn’t! Not after what you just found out, and the position you were in now because of him. If he left you here, you’d die inside just the same. As your breathing began to quicken again, heartbeat racing, you saw black spots appear in your vision. Bucky was on your mind as you slipped into unconsciousness, his name on your tongue like a prayer. 

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TWO YEARS PRIOR

“ What can I get you miss?” A tired bartender asked you, cleaning a glass with a white rag. You sat perched upon a barstool near the back of the bar, feet dangly slightly as you were deep in thought. “ Just a water for now please sir.” You met his warm gaze and he nodded curtly. “ Makes my job easier!” he chuckled and you cracked a small smile. You gazed around the room as you sipped on your water. People gathered around tables, talking and eating amongst themselves. There were people playing darts in the corner and others playing pool. People mingled, sipping their drinks, smiling and laughing. 70s music quietly trickled out of the glowing jukebox in the corner. The lights were dim, the wood bar gleaming slightly, giving it a cozy vibe. You sighed. You had been in a really bad place recently. You had split with your ex-boyfriend a few months ago after you walked in on him sleeping with another girl. It had broken your heart. With that, you packed your bags and moved to a new apartment, without him or his bullshit. You were enjoying the sense of freedom, as your ex had been beyond toxic. Even with him out of the picture, your mental health was on a decline. Medications were increasing their doses, times alone in bed, crying had increased as well. Tonight though, you had decided to explore. The Star-Spangled Bar had been calling your name for months, as every day you took the back allies from your job at the bookshop on the corner. Tonight you had finally decided to come inside, and it was nice in here. It felt safe, its warmth wrapped you like a hug. The people seemed very down to earth. There were no bar fights, no brawls- only laughter and smiles. Your gaze slid over to the very back of the bar, and that’s when you saw him. There, in the booth at the very back of the bar, your eyes met the sharp, baby blues of another. He was with others, they all wore matching leather jackets with the same patch above the breast. A snake. They were a biker gang. Your breath hitched. It had just so appeared you had made direct eye contact with the leader. His long inky black hair was pulled back into a bun at the nape of his neck. His jawline was sharp, his cheekbones chiseled and face smooth. He looked like a Greek god. You saw swirls of ink escape through the collar of his white tee and wrap around his neck like a choker. The mystery man winked at you, and you looked down at the bar- flustered. You felt your cheeks burn red, your hair falling over your face like a curtain as you picked and fidgeted with your little black dress. The lace suddenly began to feel itchy and you began to feel hot and stuffy. You felt his gaze linger on you, and it made you nervous. No, it didn’t make you nervous- it made you excited. You felt butterflies flutter in your stomach. He appeared to be brooding and dominant, and it made you shutter. He was the total opposite of you, all timid and shy. Get out there more baby! You’re always so sweet n shy... Let em see the tiger I know you got in there in his cage. Your best friend Nat’s voice echoed in your head. “ This seat taken dolly?” A gruff voice came from beside you and you jumped. “ Oh, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” he chuckled and you smiled. “ No, no it’s okay... I’m such a scardy cat. It’s free.” you chimed and he sat down next to you. “I’m James. People I like call me Bucky.” he smirked and you leaned your head on your hand, turning your body towards him. He made you feel comfortable, made you feel safe. He was so welcoming towards you, but due to the body langue of everyone else, he was not meant to be messed with. “ James.” you repeated. It rolled off your tongue so easily. “ Not to you it’s not dolly.” he chuckled and your face lit up. “ I’m honoured. I’m Y/N.” Bucky smiled, repeating your name. “ That’s a beautiful name.” he murmured and you smiled. “ So what brings you here dolly? All alone?” “ I needed to clear my head honestly. This place seemed like the best place to do that.” you laughed and met his gaze. “ I hope I’m not interrupting anything going on in that pretty head of yours.” he smirked and you shoke your head gently. “ You just made everything a hell of a lot clearer.” Your leg brushed his and you shivered under his stare. You glanced down to his lips. God, they looked so plump, so luscious. Bucky truly was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. “ Do you mind if I buy you a drink dolly?” he asked and you nodded with the biggest smile on your face that night. The jukebox changed its tune to a sweet melody and the fairy lights under the bar seemed to glow brighter with each smile and laugh Bucky had and you felt your heart swell. A few playful remarks, red cheeks, giggles, and drinks later- he’d left his number and a heart on a napkin. As he walked out of the bar with his gang, he threw you a wink and a boyish grin that left your heart soaring. You threw him a little wave and a smile as he stepped out the door. As you heard all the bikes roar to life, you knew you’d be hearing his mesmerising voice very soon.

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ONE YEAR AGO

You threw your head back and laughed as Bucky and you sped down the highway. The wind blew through your long hair, painting your cheeks pink. The pale rose sunset glowed as the two of you drove to your spot on Buckys motorcycle. You wore one of his leather jackets and his helmet as you threw up your hands to catch the breeze. At times like this, you’d never felt so free in your life. You felt like a bird spreading its wings. Bucky had made you feel the best you had ever felt in your entire life. He completed you. The two of you had been in a loving relationship for a year now, and you’d had never been so happy. He spread your wings, made you come out of your shell. The two of you often took the bike out to drive to your spot along the water. It was upon a little hill, in a forest, right by a creek that ran through it. He’d shown you that spot on your first official date and you had been in love with it ever since. You wrapped your arms around him like a koala, holding him tight and absorbing his warmth. He laughed and you smiled with a sigh as you watched the clouds follow the two of you along the highway. You were free. As free as could be. And you had the love of your life right there with you.

 “ Cmere dolly.” Bucky called out to you from the bike. You had just finished setting up the blanket for the two of you to lay on and placed down the bottle of wine. The sun setting cast a pinkish glow across his cheeks and you giggled, running over to him. Your little blue sundress swayed in the breeze as you made your way over to him. He picked you up in his arms and spun you around. You laughed as he twirled you and kissed your cheeks. “ That laugh is sweeter than honey.” he breathed in your neck and you giggled as his breath tickled you. He set you down and you grabbed his hand, looking up at him with a wide-eyed gaze. His hand was so much bigger than yours, it encased yours like a glove. You had always loved it, the feeling of his rougher calloused hands against yours. His silver rings sparkled in the light. Bucky grabbed the glasses and you tugged him over to the blanket. He sat down quickly and you placed yourself between his legs as he stroked your hair, twinning it between his fingers. These were your favourite moments with him, the two of you alone, enjoying each other’s company. You felt as if you were in heaven, the two of you on your own little cloud away from everyone else. The two of you sat in comfortable silence as the birds chirped from the trees, singing a peaceful melody. The breeze ruffled your hair, tickling Bucky’s face. He kissed the top of your head and you sighed happily, stroking his thighs “ ты моя драгоценная маленькая кукла детка” he murmured against the top of your head, kissing it again. You didn’t speak Russian, but he said that to you enough that you knew exactly what he meant. You’re my precious little doll baby. You intertwined your fingers with his. “ Thank you for everything honey.” you whispered sweetly. “ I should be the one thanking you.” he sighed and you giggled. “ Are you at peace my little doll?” he asked and you nodded. “ Good.” You turned around suddenly to face him, straddling his lap. You ran your fingers through his long raven hair, his crystal blue eyes meeting yours. His gaze was soft as he looked you over. “ Mine.” he growled possessively and you kissed his lips passionately. He tasted of honey. His lips were as soft as feathers as you kissed him, granting his tongue access. Bucky swallowed your moans, as you traced your hands along his ink along his neck. You panted as you broke away for air, cheeks flushed. He smiled down at you, tucking your hair behind your ear, showcasing the diamond earrings he bought for you. “ I love you Bucky.” you whispered, fiddling with his dog tags. “ I love you too dolly. Forever n always.”

A few glasses of wine and cigarettes later, the two of you lay hand in hand, watching the stars. The moon lit up the sky, illuminating the two of you. Bucky had lit some candles around the blanket for more light, claiming he “ needed to see his pretty girl better”. He rolled on his side to stare down at you, and you punched his arm playfully. “ Whatda want Bucko?” He smirked and kissed your nose. “ Oh! I almost forgot!” he sat up quickly, brushing his pants off, and jogged over to the bike. You sat up with a start, confused. Didn’t you grab everything? You thought, confused. He came back over a few seconds later, a small box in hand. You raised an eyebrow as he sat down, and you crawled into his lap. The box was about the size of your palm. It gleamed silver in the moonlight, wrapped with a little black bow. “ Go on.” He nudged you gently and you took it from him with hesitation. The black ribbon fell off as you unraveled it, opening the box with slightly shaky hands. You looked at him again, unsure. You were never good at accepting gifts from anyone, especially Bucky. You assured him a million times that you never needed anything, just being in his presence was enough to make you the happiest girl in the world. Yet he still bought you little things here and there, like flowers and little teddys. He gave you jewels sometimes, claiming they reminded him of you. Although his clothes weren’t gifts, you took them anyways. Bucky never minded, he liked seeing you in his clothes. You were still very anxious to receive gifts, Bucy attempting to break you out of this habit- insisting you deserved to be spoiled. Come on, his eyes seemed to say as he smiled down at you. You opened it slowly and gasped. It was a ring, the same diamond as the earrings that you wore. A little note was placed under it, reading “ For my precious little doll.” “ Oh Bucky a promise ring? It’s beautiful!” You cried, taking it out and slipping it on your finger gently. He kissed the top of your head and you twisted around, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. “ I’m so glad you like it honey.” he whispered against your ear, rubbing your back in small circles. “ Like it? Oh Bucky I adore it! Thank you honey.” you rejoiced, lifting your hand to ogle the jewel on your finger, it shimmering like the stars above you. Bucky leaned down and kissed your lips like you were a delicate flower in bloom. Suddenly, you were flipped on your back, Bucky towering over you. His arms caged you in and you laughed as he nipped and sucked down your neck. You felt his hips rut against yours and your giggles turned to moans. “ So pretty for me. My good girl.” he mumbled against your neck and you sighed in contempt. This was your happy place. With Bucky, you were safe. You were loved. You were at peace. In between his arms was your safe haven. As you meet his loving gaze, you felt your heart melt like a box of chocolates on a hot summer day. “ I love you.” You whispered and he smiled. Moonlight peaked from above him like a halo. He looked like a god. “ Forever?” he murmured, voice husky and deep. “ Forever.”

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A MONTH PRIOR

The sound of soft rock music woke you from your blissful sleep. Eyes blinking open slowly, the world coming back into focus, you sat up from bed. It was some early hour in the morning, and you noticed the spot next to you was empty. The white sheets were ruffled and splayed across the mattress. His pillow remained cold as let your feet dangle over the bed. Stepping out of bed, you slipped on his pale blue shirt and waddled over to the sound of the music. Rubbing the tiredness from your eyes, you saw Bucky standing out on the balcony, smoke in hand. He leaned over the railing, clouds of smoke leaving his lips as the music played quietly from the radio. You walked over to him, steps as soft as a cat, and wrapped your arms around his middle. He put out the smoke in the ashtray, turning around to embrace you tightly. “ Did I wake you dolly?” he mumbled into your hair, voice deep and laced with sleep. You shoke your head, holding him tighter. “ Just woke up.” you whispered and he sighed. With a start, Bucky picked you up in his arms, and you wrapped your legs around his middle, clinging onto him. He sat down in the chair where the two of you would normally eat breakfast and drink coffee in the mornings, stroking your hair gently as he always did. The sounds of the city rang in your ears, horns honking, people shouting from down below. The lights from the tall buildings gleamed like the stars. The faint smell of smoke and musk warmed your senses as you clung tighter to Bucky. “ I’m worried about you, you know.” you mumbled against his chest and he sighed again. Tilting your head up with his hand, he met your worried gaze. “ Please don’t worry about me dolly. It’s okay. I’m okay.” You looked down suddenly, scared to push him more. “ Are you sure?” you whispered quietly, almost praying he didn’t hear you. He didn’t like when you worried about him, he told you this every single time. You always worried about him though. He hated it, but that was the way it was. He had been acting different this past week, pacing back and forth, always on the phone, mumbling to himself. A constant line of worry formed across his forehead. The only time you saw him truly relaxed was when he held you tightly in your bed, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you’d drift off to sleep in his arms. But even then he felt different somehow. Colder. “It’s just some clients baby. I promise it’s okay.” You punched his chest gently and he chuckled. “ Bucky?” “ Yes baby?” You ran your hands down his smooth, chiselled abs and smiled. “ I think I’m in love with you.” His eyes bulged out of his head. “ You think?! Or you know? Because if you’re unsure I’d like my clothes back please.” You giggled and he wiggled his eyebrows at you. “ I think. I’m not sure yet.” With that, he tickled you on your sides and you shrieked, attempting to escape from his grip. “ You think huh?” he chuckled and you giggled, wiggling out of his grasp. The second you took a step away from him, trying to get away from his oh so cruel punishment, he swept you up over his shoulders with ease. He smacked your ass a few times as he took you back to bed, tossing you down like a rag doll. You snorted as he climbed on top of you, planting kisses all over your stomach up to your neck. His soft eyes met your own, and he kissed you sweetly on the lips. He rolled over on his side of the bed, and you climbed on top of him, as he held you closer to him. Bucky placed a swift kiss to the top of your head as you sighed gently, feeling sleep try and pull you back under its waves. “ You’d never let anything happen to me... right Bucky?” you asked sleepily, eyes closing slowly. “ Never my котенок.” Bucky held you tighter and you let his warmth wrap you like a soft blanket, the noise of his gentle breathing and the musky, woody scent of Bucky that always comforted you lulling you to sleep with ease.

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PRESENT

You don’t remember waking up. Your eyes fluttered open slowly as the world came back in motion, like a photo becoming into focus. A panicked state spread throughout your body once more, crashing into you like a tidal wave. Your bones felt like steel, body groggy and sore. Bile rose in your mouth, the taste making you gag. You forced yourself to sit up slowly, taking in where you were. Big bay windows were opened, the dark black curtains fluttering in the breeze. The sound of honking horns sounded from below. The smell of cinnamon lingered in the air softly.  Fairy lights glowered around the room, wrapped around the steel black bed frame. The canopy curtains were tied back, allowing you to view the vanity in the corner. Pictures of you and Bucky littered around the mirror, the flowers he got you last week still in their little red vase. You gasped. You were back home, in you and Buckys bedroom. And that’s when you saw him. His tall, bulky build leaning in the doorway, towering over you. His eyes were the darkest shade of blue, tattoos littering up his biceps as his black tee strained against his muscles. And those hands, littered with rings. They had killed people.  You shot up with a start, scrambling up and curling into a ball in the corner of the bed. Panic rose like a wave in you, and you felt nauseous. Shakes erupted all over your body as sweat trickled down your forehead. “ Baby.” A rough voice called from across the room and you froze. “ NO! YOU DON’T GET TO CALL ME THAT ANYMORE!” you cried into your hands, too scared to even look at him. You could never look at him the same. You needed out. “ I got you out dolly. They’re dead. They can’t hurt you ever again.” Bucky whispered, his voice getting closer. A sob racked your body, the tears continuing to fall at a rapid pace. He neared you with careful steps, his hands out like you were a wild animal that would bite at any second. His eyes were filled with pity and sorrow as you cried, body trembling. You met his gaze, eyes red and cheek sticky with your tears. “ D- don’t come any closer!” you stuttered, and he stopped in his tracks. “ Okay. Okay honey.” You leaned your head against the cold metal bed frame, curling in on yourself like a shell. “ How.. how long was I out for?” you trembled. “ Seventeen hours. You were in shock. I got you out as soon as I could honey.” he explained, voice wobbling. Another wave of tears came over you and he looked down at the ground, rooted in place. Shame washed over your body. How could you be here? In this position? And why did you feel yourself being sorry for him? You were angry at yourself, the same thought running through your head like a freight train. Why did you still love him? Why did you still long for him? You know he’s trouble and you know what he’s done! You clawed at your head, gripping your hair so hard you thought it would fall out of your head. You felt dizzy, the room beginning to spin and blur. Snot was running down your nose, mixing with your tears. “ Please котенок. Please let me explain.” he whispered, and you looked up at him hesitantly. You nodded your head, unable to speak due to the lodge in your throat. “ Okay.” he exhaled and sat down on the end of the bed, giving you space “ I never meant for you to get involved honey. I promise you that. All I wanted was to keep you safe. A few months ago, Rumlow and his gang started harming my men. Picking fights, stealing stuff- you name it. Eventually, it got to the point he killed one of my men. So I killed one of his. It’s haunted me ever since. I couldn’t just let my men die like that though-” His voice broke and you saw a tear stream down his face. He shuttered, urging the memories away. “ What I’m trying to say is, we got in an argument. Things turned ugly. I never ever thought they’d harm you. I thought he knew better than to mess with what’s mine. The one time I’m gone for an hour, I come home and you’re nowhere to be found. I figured he was up to something, so I brought my men to help bust you out. We killed them all in cold blood, and I do not regret killing Rumlow one bit. And I understand if you can’t ever look at me the same, I understand if you hate me and want nothing to do with me. I can live with that. As much as it would kill me inside, I would live with it- because all I want is for you to be okay. I wanted nothing more than to protect you. I will always want to protect you. You’re the one thing in my life I can’t live without Y/N. I am so sorry, and I know sorry doesn’t even come close to what you need to hear right now, but I truly am. I am so fucking sorry and please know that I love you. I love you more than anything.” His voice breaking off as he put his head in his hands, letting the tears fall. You shuffled over to him slowly, putting your hand on his back. Jesus fuck Y/N what are you doing? You screamed at yourself. I still love him. God I could never stop loving him. Bucky peered up at you, his cheeks tinted pink and tear-stained. You cradled his cheeks in your hands with a sniffle, and his hands came up to cover yours. He stroked your hands gently with his thumbs and you looked down, collecting yourself. “ I think from the second I saw you in that bar I knew you were trouble. I knew it deep down in my soul Bucky. But I loved you anyway, and I will always love you. As much as I want to fight it right now, I do. And it will take time for me to wrap my head around this, and to be able to fully forgive you.” you sighed, the weight of the past day leaning on you. You felt so tired. You wanted nothing more than to sleep everything away, praying it was all a bad dream and that’d you wake up to Bucky still fast asleep. “ We have all the time in the world.” he whispered as you wiped away the stray tears from his cheeks. “ That we do.” you replied with a small smile. “ I love you.” Bucky insisted, his voice as sweet as cherry wine. “ I know.” you murmured, the weight of repeating it back to him heavy on the tip of your tongue. “ Rest.” he insisted, wrapping his arms sound you protectively. You slumped against him, sleep weighing on you heavily. Rest, his voice echoed through your head like a lullaby as you felt your eyes flutter shut and your breathing even. Before you let sleep consume you, you let your mind race. You’d always love him. That was the truth. No matter what he did, you’d always feel your heartstrings pull towards him. You knew he was trouble from the moment you saw him, and that he would fly you to places you’d never been, good or bad. The shame was on you- and you accepted it with open arms. Maybe you wanted to be trouble too, you pondered, sleeping finally dragging you under in Buckys warm, strong arms.