#jealous brock rumlow

[lesbiradshaw]

you can dislike/criticize peggy carter without ignoring or trivializing the fact that red skull, john walker, baron zemo, and brock rumlow are all canonical white supremacist characters btw. like. both of these things can happen at the same time.

[whostheblondegirlwriting]

jealous Jack? jealous Brock? jealous Ally??who is the hardest to deal with?🤔

Allison.

Jealous Brock is an alpha male prick, as seen in Regret. Petty and condescending with any replacement for him or perceived competition. He doesn’t like to lose. So if it’s all just a misunderstanding or someone trying to make him jealous, he’ll be smug at the end, because he still got the girl.

Jealous Jack is quietly pissed. He doesn’t like being toyed with. If his girl needed attention, she should’ve just said so instead of playing games. He wouldn’t air his grievances in public though. He’d wait til they got home, where there could say his piece and show her how attentive he could be.

But Allison? For all the badass she is, she’s still got feelings. She’s not just bouncing back from her insecurity. She might sulk a little, be a little pouty, need some extra snuggles. Someone’s gonna have to do a little groveling and put in the effort to make her feel better.

[vxntagedior]

protector

summary | the moment bucky fell in love with you

pairing | mob!bucky barnes x fem!reader

warning | angst, arranged marriage, age gap, insecurity, violence, fluff ending

word count | 1.5k

You didn’t know anyone in that room. Staying flanked to Bucky’s side, letting him parade you around the room as he talked with the other men he did business with. It wasn’t no secret about what Bucky did, it was how you married him. 

Being the only child, and along with being a girl, your father wanted someone to pass down his business to, though offering it to you first, declining immediately because you couldn’t be a part of the mob, Bucky was next pick. 

Bucky came from his own lineage, his own family wealth, already the boss of his family business and now the head of yours. After getting married, you moved into his family estate, far from your father and mother, but having the little words of encouragement from your mother made it a little better. 

“If he ever hurts you physically or mentally, his reputation be damned, I’ll get you out of there.”

Bucky was the opposite of what you expected, he was respectful towards you since the wedding, making sure to put your comfort first even though your marriage was purely transactional. 

Your parents' relationship was the same, but your mother grew to love your father, and the way he worshiped her made her safe. You wanted that one day with Bucky. 

Giving a small smile to all the people you passed, there were a few men murmuring to each other about your relationship, some of the women glaring at you, all the same looks you received once you were married. 

It wasn’t no secret Bucky was handsome, powerful and wealthy, the whole package to women in the room, and they were envious, a little jealous. 

Bucky’s arm was around your waist, squeezing you occasionally, reminding you that he was still looking out for you. Coming up to a group of men, Bucky slid his hand away from you, shaking the hand of everyone. 

“And you all know my wife.” He smiled, reattaching his arm. Smiling behind your champagne glass, you just nodded, glancing over each other before your eyes widened. 

Brock Rumlow. 

Brock was originally supposed to marry you, but once your father heard about what he had done to a business partner's daughter, he cut ties with him. You remembered Brock in your father’s office, the two of them yelling back and forth, hiding behind a pillar, seeing him storm out the estate. 

Looking out of the corner of his eye, Bucky noticed how you tensed you quickly, looking down at the ground, keeping that in his head, he whisked the two of you away. 

“What’s wrong?” His voice was rough, turning so he could fully look at you. 

“It’s nothing.” You shook your head, not wanting to ruin his night. Bucky just looked at you, but you kept up your wall, “It’s fine, I just thought I saw something.”

Bucky knew you were lying but he wasn’t going to demand you to tell him, just nodding, “You tell me anything if somethings wrong, I don’t care.”

You just nodded, agreeing with him. 

Sitting down for dinner, happy that the two of you had a table to yourselves, but seeing as everyone was looking at the two of you, mostly you, waiting for your next move, like they were waiting for you to do something wrong. 

“Don’t worry about them.” Bucky whispered, “They’re just envious of you.”

That made you calm down a little bit, finishing up your dinner, making your way towards the stage. 

Watching Bucky walk up, you smiled, clapping loudly for him. Standing on the edge of the room, you stayed out of eyesight from everyone, well almost everyone. 

Brock had been watching you since the moment you walked in with Bucky. He knew it was you that messed up the arrangement, watching as Bucky came in at the 11th hour, taking all of it from him. 

“Well, well, finally alone Mrs. Barnes.” Tensing up at his voice, you tried to get away from Brock, not being past enough, him grabbing onto your upper arm dragging you away. 

“Let me go!, stop!” You tried to yell but it seemed like Bucky’s speech was ending, and as everyone started to clap, it canceled out your plea for help.

“Shut up, you bitch!” He shoved you against the wall, cornering you. Turning your face away from him, your arm starting to bruise, tears starting to cascade down your cheeks. “You ruined my life!”

“What?” You didn’t understand what he had been saying. Scoffing, Brock brought his hand to your face, smacking you across the face. Letting out a gasp, your hand instantly came up to your cheek, cradling. 

“BUCKY!” You tried to yell, some sound coming out before Brock covered your mouth. You knew what he was capable of, your eyes wide, pleading for him to let you go. 

“You know,” He smirked, his other hand slowly creeping up your leg, “I always wanted something from Barnes, his fortune, but I think I got a better prize tonight.”

Before anything could go further, Bucky had been looking for you since he was on stage, remembering where you were standing, seeing how you were gone. Scanning the room again, he saw how Brock was also gone, assuming the worst. 

Ending his speech early, he darted off the stage, making his way towards the back of the gala, hearing you call for him.

“BUCKY!” 

Eyes wide, Bucky followed the sound of your voice, running down one of the empty hallways, seeing you at the end of it. Seeing red, Bucky stormed towards Brock, shoving him off you, slamming him into the wall. 

“You piece of shit.” He spit at him, his forearm pressing against neck, Brock gasping for air, “You think you come here and mess with my wife.”

“C’mon Barnes, she was asking for it.” He smirked. Bucky’s eyes hardened, stepping away from Brock, before swinging a punch to his face. 

You gasped, your hands covering your mouth, not knowing what to do, if you should pull Bucky off him or go call for help, both a bad idea.

Standing there helpless, you watched as Bucky punched Brock til the point he was unconscious. 

Standing up, wiping the blood from his nose, Bucky turned back to you, seeing the two bruises on you. 

“Are you bleeding?” His hands were soft on your cheek, caressing the bruise carefully, not wanting to hurt you anymore. 

“No.” You whispered, “But it hurts a lot.”

Saying nothing more, Bucky wrapped an arm around your shoulder, bringing you to the car, forgetting about the gala all together. 

“We can’t leave.” You protested. 

“Your hurt, nothing is more important.” He stated, leaving no room for you to argue. Letting you hold his hand the entire way home, your thumb slightly moved over his bruised knuckles, touching it softly like he did when he held your cheek. 

Driving in the estate, barely bringing the car into park, Bucky was already out the door, coming to your side, bringing you into the bathroom. 

Pulling out the first aid and medical equipment he had, setting you up on the bathroom counter, Bucky rummaged through it all. 

“Nothing’s gonna make it go away.” You whispered, not wanting to get him mad, “It’ll go away on its own eventually.”

You didn’t know what caused it, but watching him freeze, his head still looking down, you heard him let out a sob. 

“Bucky.” You said cautiously. Looking up at you, tears now in his eyes, Bucky couldn’t help but apologize. 

“I’m sorry.” He choked, “I’m so sorry.”

Wrapping his arms around you, Bucky cried onto your dress, his head pressed against your chest. Not really knowing what to do, you slowly cradled his head in your arms, running your hair through his hair. 

“It’s okay.” You whispered, pulling him away from you, wiping away his tears. “I never told you about it and you were protecting me, that’s all I could ever do for you.”

It was like a lightbulb in both of your heads had clicked, looking into his eyes, before looking down at his lips before looking up at him again. Bucky seemed to have the same idea, slowly leaning in. 

The kiss was soft, your hands still on his face, slowly moving your lips in sync with his. Pulling away, you rested your forehead onto his, smiling softly. That kiss was the first one since you were married and had been better than you imagined. 

Letting out a watery laugh, Bucky stood between your legs, his hands on your waist. “I wanted to do that for so long.”

“Really.” You whispered, you always thought Bucky never really thought about a romantic relationship with you. 

“And I know that we haven’t really been a married couple, and I didn’t want to pressure you into anything, letting you take the first steps. I know that I wasn’t your first choice, but I promise you, I will always make sure you’re okay, you are my number 1 priority, I didn’t marry you for your father’s chair, I married you because I knew that I could see a family with you.”

Smiling, you caressed his cheek, sighing softly. “I love you.”

Bucky always believed that he didn’t have a heart, he didn’t have any love in his body, never imagining he’d be married let alone being married to one of the most wonderful women he had ever met. 

“I love you too, my love, with my whole being.”

fin.

[imtryingbuck]

Twenty One

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes from a well respected family, he falls in love with a girl who prefers the simple things in life. Follow their journey through the years.

Word count: 5,600

Warnings: fluff, angst, heavy use of pet names. Brock, Dot and Jack. Swearing. A racial slur is used towards Sam. Talks of racism (very briefly) Injury done to reader, attempted sexual assault, hospital

A/N: No description of reader other than she has curly hair.

A/N: any racial hate you will be blocked immediately.

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Sweat dripped down the side of her face as she walked down the busy streets, her arms ached as the handles dug into her bare skin. Smiling at those as she passed them, her heart ached when the cute little Jack Russell wagged it’s tail at her, normally Y/n would politely ask the owner if she could pet their dog but since her arms where full she had to settle for giving the dog a smile and just hoped it would forgive her.

Just as she was about to turn the corner to walk down the street to where her apartment was she heard a voice that she would happily pay a lot of money to never hear again.

“Holy shit! Is that the freak?”

Satans spawn.

The man with half a brain cell.

Dumb as rocks.

Or better known as Brock Rumlow.

“Fuck it is Jack! Shit I’ve not seen you since you ran out of school crying because of that little prank I pulled on you” his loud obnoxious voice boomed.

Why the hell aren’t your feet moving! She screamed to herself in her head.

“What are you doing here? Hey freak I’m talking to you don’t be so rude” he reaches out and pulls on her arm, spinning her around she comes face to face with the two guys who had spent years tormenting her.

“How have you been freak?” Jack says looking her up and down licking his lips making her skin crawl.

“Freak-aw shit Jack do you think she’s deaf now?”

“Or she’s just being a rude bitch. I do have to admit she’s fucking sexy” Jack growled.

“Damn fucking right”

Y/n takes a step back and another and another all she needs to do is turn around and run to the safety of her home.

“Hey where do you think you’re going sexy?” Jack unfortunately notices she’s slowly backing away.

“L-Leave me a-alone” she hates how her voice wavers.

“We’re just talking freak-“

“Brocky who are you talking to? Oh it’s the freak” a whiny voice came from behind the two guys and then she sees the brunette that broke her Ducky’s heart. Dot.

“Yeah just bumped in to her baby” Brock threw his arm around the woman.

“When did it come back to town?”

“Don’t know she didn’t answer us, she’s being rude”

“Well let’s not waste our time speaking to the thing and let’s go” she whines.

“Baby stop being mean just because she stole your precious Bucky from you doesn’t mean you can be jealous still”

“Don’t be ridiculous it couldn’t steal anything from me, look at me Brocky then look at it”

“I’ve seen you Dot and even though her backs riddled with scars I’d still fuck her” Brock laughs as Dot smacks his chest.

“Don’t be gross. Let’s go boys we’re going to be late”

“Bye bye Y/n” Brock says walking away with Dot under his arm.

“Bye sexy, I’ll see you around” Jack ever the loyal dog follows his master.

She releases a stuttering breath as they got further away down the street, squeezing her eyes shut she went through her breathing exercises that Doctor Cho had taught her.

For three years she had been back living in their hometown and in the three years she only caught a glimpse of Brock once and that’s when he was in the alleyway next to her workplace fucking some girl that was most definitely not Dot. 

Y/n wondered if Jack had seen her whilst he was on his own would he have said anything? She knew it was pretty unlikely as he was a natural born follower meaning he would never speak or do anything if Brock wasn’t there.

And as for Dot this was the first time she had even heard her voice, let alone seen her face to face. She probably wouldn’t say anything either if “Brocky” wasn’t there.

“Bun? Bunny?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you alright?” Bucky asked slowly.

“Huh? When the hell did you get here?” Y/n blinked feeling slightly embarrassed that she was still standing in the middle of the street staring at where Brock had disappeared down.

“I’ve been shouting your name for ages and I even waved my hand in front of your face, Bun did something happen?”

“Oh…no everything’s fine I just blanked out that’s all”

“You’re not lying to me are you?”

“No of course not, here take these they’re heavy” passing him the bags she walks to her apartment leaving Bucky behind without realising.

Her apartment was small but enough for her, her mom had tried to get Y/n to take a bigger one but she fell in love with this apartment, it was cosy and inviting. It was perfect for her.

“Can you put the shopping away, I just need to change me clothes” she called over her shoulder.

“Of course”

Making a beeline straight for the bathroom she shuts the door locking it and goes over to the sink, putting the plug in the drain she fills the basin with hot water as it fills she takes the sponge coating it with the lavender body wash that Bucky brought her she turns off the tap and begins scrubbing her arm where Brock had touched her. Not stop until her arm started to bleed.

“Bun you in the bathroom?”

“I’ll be out in a second”

“Hurry I’m dying for a piss” Drying off her arm and taking the plug out she unlocks the door she steps out, Bucky goes to step forward before his eyes falls to her arm “Bun what happened?”

“N-nothing” trying to move her arm as he tries to grab it “Ducky it’s fine honestly”

“Y/n please, please don’t lie to me”

“I saw Brock Jack and Dot and Brock touched my arm so…” she trails off hoping Bucky understood.

Bucky stiffens up at the mention of his ex girlfriends name and the guy she had cheated on him with. He had only seen her a three times after he broke up with her, the first time was months after the breakup and she had showed up at his apartment that he shared with Steve and Sam begging him to take her back and that she would be better, said that she felt lonely in their relationship so that’s why she cheated, promising him that if he took her back she wouldn’t do it ever again. As Bucky just stood there not knowing what to do or say Sam came up from behind him and slammed the door in Dots face.

The second time was a few weeks later when she then showed up to Bucky’s workplace where he worked with his dad and begged him to give her a second chance, claiming that Brock was physically abusive to her. Bucky nearly caved he wasn’t going to take her back but he felt sorry for the abuse she was subjected to and was going to ring the police for her until Linda - his fathers secretary - walked over to Dot and smudged the bruise on the brunettes face “it’s make up sir” she told him.

The third and last time was when Bucky, Sam and Steve went to the diner not knowing she worked there, she was their waitress. Luckily for him she didn’t try and speak to him other than take his order.

To hear that Brock had put his hands on Y/n made his blood boil.

“What did he say?”

“Called me a freak” Bucky flinched at the word memories of him calling her that the last time he saw her before she went to boarding school hit him “he asked when I got back in to town and was just his self really”

“Bun-“

“Then Jack called me sexy I’m pretty sure I threw up a little bit in my mouth”

“He’s a pig. Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Because it doesn’t matter Duck, I’m okay now”

“Did he hurt you?”

“No not really, I just wish that I never had to see him ever again”

“Same, it would be perfect if all three of them fucked off”

“It would be nice wouldn’t it” she giggled.

“ITS THE POLICE OPEN UP” followed by banging on the door had both Y/n and Bucky jumping away from each other.

“Ducky”

“Stay here okay”

Opening the door Bucky sighed and shook his head, a boisterous laugh filled her small apartment as Sam stepped in followed by Steve and Sarah.

“You idiot you scared us!” Y/n scolded.

“Scared you, not me” Bucky replied buffing his chest out.

“No he scared you too”

“I’m sorry it was just too funny not to do it” Sam laughs.

“Sorry Y/n/n I did tell him not to do it” Sarah sighs shaking her head at her brothers antics.

“It’s alright Sar, but remind me to cancel the order for the cake that was for his birthday-“

“Cake? You ordered me cake? Y/n/n don’t take it away from me please, I’ll be good” Sam whines clutching Y/n’s arm.

“No, you’ve been bad”

“Please I’ll be extra good”

“Maybe”

“I’m taking that as a yes” Sam cheers grinning at them all, everyone just rolls their eyes.

“Right well I’m going to get dressed and Sam remember to be on your best behaviour or you get no cake for your birthday”

“Yes ma’am”

Knocking on the door to Wanda’s and Visions apartment Nat opened the door, knocking Y/n backwards when she jumped on her.

“I’ve missed you so much!” Nat said burying her face into Y/n shoulder.

“I’ve missed you so much too”

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you” Nat pouts, it had only been a few months since she had last seen either one of the redheads.

“A few months Natty but okay”

“Hey stop hogging my wife” Wanda’s soft voice is heard from the doorway.

“Hey hubby”

“Hello my beautiful wifey” everyone watches with amused grins as Y/n and Wanda hugged.

“Y/n…who’s the strangers” Nat questioned eyeing up the guys and Sarah.

“Oh yeah. Nat, Wanda this is Bucky, Steve Sarah and Sam, everyone this is my husband and our daughter”

“Yes OUR daughter”

“Wands you wanted a DNA test done and I did it, Nat’s yours”

“I wanted to be grandads daughter” Nat huffed.

“Don’t mind them three, hi I’m Vision but you can call me Vis. Come on in they’ll be arguing for ages”

Following Vis into the apartment it felt homely and inviting, taking in his surroundings Bucky looked around when something caught his eye, a photo frame hanging on the wall.

The frame had two photos the first one was of Y/n, Nat and Wanda standing side by side with their arms around each other, the smile on Y/n’s face was huge and genuine.

And the second one was of the three again but in this one they was wearing their graduation gowns as they stood hand in hand they threw their caps into the air.

“The first one is when Wanda and Nat met her and became friends and the second is obviously their graduation day” A voice said from the side of him. Bucky was so engrossed with the photos he hasn’t realised someone had come up next to him “sorry I didn’t mean to startle you”

“No it’s fine Vis, they all look so happy”

“I truly believe that they are platonic soulmates, they were destined to meet”

Bucky chuckles and nods agreeing with the man’s statement. “Here take a look at this one, this is from Wanda’s birthday a few years ago” handing Bucky a photo frame off the wall there was three photos laid out horizontally.

“…these are mugshots…”

“Yeah they all got arrested for stealing a cow-“

“They stole a cow?”

“Yes” Vis chuckles remembering Wanda throwing stones at his bedroom window and him looking out to see the girl he had a huge crush on and her friends standing outside, waving and smiling whilst standing next to a cow “I should probably tell you that it wasn’t a real cow but a plastic one, they stole it from outside a bar that was called Moo Moo”

“H-how-what-I’m so confused”

“So was I, getting woken up at two in the morning and seeing the three of them standing very proudly next to a huge plastic cow they had just stolen, still to this day I have no idea how they managed to carry it eight blocks to my dorm”

“Jesus Christ” Bucky shakes his head laughing “what did you do?”

“Well I left my dorm to go out to them and when I got there they wasn’t there then I saw the end part of the cow behind a tree and I heard them giggling I went over and the three of them was sitting on it, Nat and Y/n was telling Wanda to drive the cow faster so they wouldn’t get caught then they all screamed when I said Wanda’s name” Vis retold Bucky the events of that night.

“What happened to Y/n’s face? Did the police do it?”

“No no, no what happened was the police had arrived with the owner of the bar and made them get down but Y/n was very drunk and had missed calculated her steps, she fell.”

Bucky burst out laughing. “She’s an idiot”

“All three of them were that night, Nat told the police she didn’t speak English whilst saying it in English. Wanda started running, she ran around the tree a few times before a cop had grabbed a hold of her and Y/n well…she was still on the ground.” Vision laughed along with Bucky “that was the night I knew I was in love with Wanda”

“Really?”

“Yes, I don’t know why but it was that night”

Bucky smiled at the guy before looking back at the mugshots “Y/n never told me she was arrested before…how did Wanda get them? I thought the police kept them”

“Oh. And Wanda’s father is quite scary when he wants to be, he made sure that the police report was destroyed and that the girls were let go. He paid for any damages and the owners “pain and suffering”. Wanda had given Y/n and Nat the same frame and photos, Nat has hers hanging up I’m not sure about Y/n”

“Pain and suffering” Bucky shook his head “I’ve never seen it at her apartment”

Vision shrugged his shoulders “have you seen this photo before?” He asks changing the subject.

“Yeah, she has it hanging up on her wall” the photo was of the girls, Vision, Pietro and another guy.

“That’s Clint, he’s sat over there” Vis turns and points over at Clint who was talking to Steve, Sam and Sarah “we all did a marathon for charity and to say the girls was struggling is an understatement, me and the guys end up having to practically carry them over the finishing line”

Bucky already knows the story behind the photo he laughed just as he did when Y/n had told him when he saw it. “They’re idiots”

“Oh most definitely, and when they’re together they’re even worse”

“Oi Vis go and get the girls” Clint shouts over.

“Are they still arguing?” Receiving a nod from his friend he turns to Bucky “come on you can help me”

Bucky nods handing the photo frame back to Vis watching him place it back on to the hook Bucky follows him outside to the hallway where the girls were still arguing with each other.

“-well you slept with Frank” Wanda says with her hands on her hips.

“I did and it was fanbloodytastic” Y/n says back mirroring Wanda’s stance.

“Mom, dad stop arguing please” Nat said standing in the middle of the two.

“Girls come on you’re not setting a good example for Nat-“ Vis tries before being cut off by Y/n.

“Oh look who it is, the other woman”

“Y/n leave him alone-“

“No Wanda I won’t leave him alone, he’s your mistress. Didn’t think I’d find out? Babysitter you said babysitter my bum”

“Baby please he means nothing to me, I’ll stop seeing him I promise” at Wanda’s words Bucky’s eyes widen as he looks at Vision.

“It’s always like this, honestly” Vis whispered to Bucky “girls come on or your not getting pizza”

“This is the only time I’ll listen to your mistress Wanda.” Y/n takes Nat’s hand and walks into the apartment with Wanda following behind them.

“Is-are they always like that?”

“Pretty much they have several different life’s together, when they start pretending they’re aliens my advice would be for you to run”

As the night draw close they their goodbyes to the two couples the five of them head off home, Bucky took his jumper off and handed it to Y/n who accepted with a shy smile.

“I can’t believe it took so long for you to introduce us to them” Sam says trying and failing to walk in a straight line.

“You’re not even drunk so how are you all over the place Sam? And I know I’m sorry but I’m proud of you for behaving” Y/n says with her arm linked with Bucky’s.

“It’s the pathway, it’s not straight and I was good wasnt I? Do I still get cake?”

“I-what? Yeah you still get cake”

“You know it makes sense snowflake”

“Well this is me, thanks for inviting me tonight Y/n it really meant a lot” Sarah says standing at the bottom of the steps leading up to her house, after having her second son and her ex leaving them for some other woman Sarah had been staying home, raising her kids and never spending any time for herself. Y/n had got Sam to ask their parents if they could take the boys for the night so Sarah could spend some time with the group and obviously they agreed.

“You don’t need to thank me Sarah, come on I’ll walk you to your door like a gentleman” and that’s what she did, she walked Sarah to her front door and stayed to make sure she had locked the door. “Come on then fellas walk me home”

“Your such a kind gentleman Y/n” 

“I know my parents raised me right Stevie”

Sticking his tongue out at her him and Sam walked a little bit in front leaving Bucky and Y/n arm in arm.

“So missy I found out something about you tonight and I’m quite shocked you didn’t tell me”

“What? Whatever they said I did I didn’t do it”

“I saw your mugshot”

“Oh yeah that well you know how tough this life is Ducky it’s hard out on the streets”

“You stole a plastic cow”

“Yep”

“Why?”

“We were making a statement”

“About? Who too?”

“Democracy”

“Democracy? You stole a cow for democracy?”

“Yes well no I don’t really remember why but I know that it was so frigging heavy!”

Bucky had never truly laughed so much in one night and it was all thanks to his Bunny.

“Buck…” Steve says in a hushed warning tone.

Before Bucky could reply his skin crawled.

“It’s the freak and her dogs”

Brock Fucking Rumlow.

“Shut up man and move out of the way” Sam says trying to move around the pair.

Brock looks at Sam eyeing him up and down before looking at Jack, calling Sam a racial slur he asked the man to his left “didn’t just tell me what to do did he?” Jack surprised everyone but Bucky by flinching at the slur.

“Yeah man he did” Jack stuttered.

“Freak come here so I can show you a good time, you know with my cock”

“Fuck off Brock” Bucky growls tightening his hold on Y/n’s arm.

“Mad that I took your first bitch now I’m about to take your second one?” Brock goaded.

“Man you really need to grow up, it’s really sad that you’re still acting like you did in school” Sam says before Bucky could.

“I swear to god da-“

“Finish that word and I will punch you” shocking everyone Y/n practically growled.

“Yeah of course you will freak”

“Do it and let’s find out”

Brock looked at Jack with a grin not like Jack responded as he kept his eyes on the ground.

“Alright freak, d-“

A deafening crunch echos through the quiet streets shortly followed by Brock screaming.

Y/n moved out of Bucky’s arm so quick he didn’t even notice but he definitely noticed Y/n pulling her arm back before punching Brock straight in his face, connecting and breaking his nose.

Brock fell to the ground clutching his nose in his hands, Y/n knelt down leaning one knee on his stomach “let’s not be messing with the freaks friends again, okay. That’s a good little rock”

Standing up she looked at Jack who just gave her a short nod she looked the boys and smiled “let’s go fellas”

“Holy shit Y/n!” Steve chuckled.

“Have I ever told you I love you?” Sam asks stepping over Brock as he still lays on the ground.

“Bun…”

“Come on I want to go home” as they go around the corner and walk away from the two guys who never seemed to have grown up Steve and Sam reenact the scene. Y/n stopped short and shook her hand out “ow ow ow this really hurts I-I think it’s broken, oh my god he’s going to kill me if he sees me again! Why did you lot let me punch him?”

“Bunny calm down pass me your hand”

“Calm down? Calm down Ducky? I’ve broke my frigging smegging hand and I’m going to be killed, murdered! And you’re telling me to calm down!”

“I’m trying so hard not to laugh right now but you’re not going to be killed just come here so I can check your hand” Bucky holds his hand out so he could see hers.

Complying with his order she puts her hand in his flinching when he touched her fingers.

“Mother trucker!” She mutters out through clenched teeth. 

“It’s not broken or fractured, it was a hard punch you did there Bun”

“Ducky my hands practically hanging off”

“No it’s not” rolling his eyes at her dramatics.

“Y/n you didn’t have to do that you know, I’ve heard worse I’m use to it” Sam says earnestly feeling bad she hurt her hand in defending him.

“Well you shouldn’t Sam, so what if your black that doesn’t mean you deserve to be treated any less than a white person and I love you Sammy so I’m-ouchy this frigging stings-not going to stand by and let him call you that word”

“Y/n…I-fuck your my favourite person in this world”

“Did it take me punching Brock for you to realise that?”

“Pretty much” Sam winked still feeling bad about her hand.

“Rude-holy sugar balls Bucky stop touching my very serious wound”

“Y/n you’re twenty one you can swear you know” Steve says stifling his laughter with the different words she comes out with instead of just simply swearing.

“I-I can’t…momma said it’s bad”

“If we promise that we won’t tell your mom that you swore will you just do it? Because sorry Bunny I kind of lied to you” Bucky tells her nodding to Steve and Sam who nod in promise.

“Wha-what do you mean you lied?”

“You’ve dislocated your finger, I need to put it back into place”

“Oh I think I’m going to pass out. Okay-okay I can do this…promise you won’t tell momma I swore?” All three promise “okay let’s do this, Sam do the count down and Steve hold my hand and Ducky you perform the operation”

“You’re so dramatic but okay”

“3…2…1”

“Fuck-shit-dick-cunt-bastard-bitch-why are you laughing?”

“Because I haven’t even done it yet, now I have”

“Holy sugar plum fairy…that didn’t hurt, why didn’t that hurt?”

“Because you’re super strong” he winked.

“Proud of you Y/n and who knew you had such a potty mouth” Steve laughed placing his hands in his pockets.

“I know I shock myself with it too”

“Hey um didn’t any of you notice Jacks reaction to Brock’s slur?” Sam wondered if he was seeing things or if he saw what he saw.

“Yeah, he seemed uncomfortable by it” Steve agreed, Y/n nodded her head in agreement with the blonde.

“Well I actually know why…”

“Bucko you can’t say you know but then trail off man”

“I was trying to build suspense, it’s because he’s dating Angela you know from school?”

“How do you know?”

“Her sister is friends with Rebecca and apparently their parents aren’t happy she’s dating a guy who’s best friend is Brock, doesn’t take a genius to figure out who it is”

“Angela could do so so so much better, did she bang her head or something?” Y/n asked, she remembered Angela from her maths class and stood by her statement. Angela was also the first female black student at the school.

“Probably” Bucky laughed “but yeah so that’s why he didn’t say anything”

“Anyway let’s go home now I’m cold and tired and I’m pretty sure my hands going to fall off.”

Heading to Y/n’s apartment Bucky walked her up whilst the other two stayed outside, just like Y/n did with Sarah he waited outside her door to hear the locks before heading back downstairs.

“You need to tell her man” Sam yawns as the long day started to catch up to him.

“I know…” he sighs falling into step with Steve none of them noticing Brock standing on the corner of the street.

Settling herself on the firm yet pillowy mattress and pulling her thick quilt over her after doing her night time routine she let the warmth of her apartment help her to drift off to sleep.

Her peaceful slumber was disturbed slightly by a noise coming from somewhere inside of her apartment thinking it was a pipe settling like normally she didn’t bother opening her eyes, pulling her quilt further up.

Her entire body tensed up when a hand was placed over her mouth she started so squirm, eyes shooting open and widening at the dark figure standing over her.

“Stop moving you stupid bitch” Brock’s low voice shattered the silence. “Here’s what’s going to happen you’re going to lie here and take my cock just like a dumb good little freak that you are and I might just let you off for putting your hands on me earlier”

Squirming even more panic rises more and more at the prospect of him destroying her in the worst possible way.

Brock pulls back her quilt licking his lips at the sight of her bare legs as she was just in her shorts and a jumper. “I’m going to love taking my time with you, a second bitch I’ve taken from James fucking Barnes. Stop moving your just going to make it worse for yourself”

Climbing into the bed and over her he struggled trying to pull her shorts down with his free hand as he still had his other hand over her mouth.

“Aw I love your cute little panties”

Thrashing more violently now that he had managed to successfully get her shorts down she manages to jolt him slightly, the moment he started to unbuckle his belt she had gained some form of superhuman strength as she managed to knock him off her. Once freed she scrambles off the bed and towards the door.

“You fucking bitch, if you want to play let’s play”

Running out of the door her long hair gets yanked backwards making her fall into Brock, ramming her arm back she hits him in the stomach. “Stop struggling freak”

“Get the fuck off me! Someone help!” She screamed trying to get away from him.

During the struggle somehow they ended on the floor Brock sits heavily on her back reaching out to grab one of her hands he twists it painfully behind her and uses the other hand to pull her head up by her hair to just to start smacking her head off the floor.

Screams echoed throughout her apartment the overbearing pain soaring through her body she doesn’t register her door come flying open or that there was police officers pointing their guns at Brock.

Falling into the darkness she doesn’t register a gun firing.

The beeping off the machine had her raising her hand as she tried weakly to wave it around to try and turn off her alarm. Groaning when it wasn’t working so opened her eyes just to shut them straight away being blinded by the bright light she let out a deep groan.

“Y/n? Baby try not to move. Howard get the doctor”

“M-momma?” She croaked out swallowing thickly as her throat stung.

“It’s okay sweetheart your in the hospital”

“W-why?”

The sound of the door opening had her mother not responding “Hi Miss Stark could you please open your eyes for me?”

“No”

“How come?”

“I’m dead”

Howard chuckles in the background and a hitting sound shortly followed after “Howard” her mother hissed.

“Sorry” he whispers.

Opening her eyes slowly she looked straight for her dad and winked at him knowing she had gotten him in to trouble with Maria. “Hi Doc”

“Hi, I’m just going to run some tests and we’ll go from there”

The tests were done as the doctor told her what he was doing as he moved on to the next test. Her body ached something fierce, and when the doctor moved her arm she finally saw the cast that was on her arm.

“W-what happened to my arm?”

“It’s been broken angel” Howard answered hating to see her limb that way.

“Oh.”

“The police need to speak to you angel okay?”

“Okay”

Everything moved in slow motion after the doctor left happy with the results, two police officers came into the room after giving them her recounts of what happened that night she was shocked to discover that it had been five days since that night.

Her neighbour Ms Peters had been woken up to Y/n’s screams and had rang the police when they arrived they kicked in her door guns drawn as Brock wouldn’t comply with their orders.

Y/n’s heart rate dropped making the monitor go crazy when she heard the officer tell her that they had to shoot Brock.

Only in the shoulder but still.

“I-it’s all my fault” she stammered once the police had left with her statement.

“Angel don’t be silly, you did nothing wrong”

“I punched him dad!”

“Because he was making racial comments about Sam, Y/n you did nothing wrong I promise yo-“

As knock on the door interrupted the rest of his sentence.

“Can we see her now?” Bucky’s voice sounded through the door.

“Yes, they’ve been asking for nearly four hours” Maria tells Y/n chuckling when her daughter rolls her eyes.

“Come on darling we’ll go and get something to eat” pulling Howard out the room leaving Bucky and all her friends standing there.

“You all need to sign my cast” Y/n holds her arm up smiling 

Breathing out of breath of relief Bucky was the first one to go over to her and gently placed his arms around her frame, placing a kiss upon her forehead then rested his against hers.

“Bun I was so scared when your dad rang me, are you alright? Are you in pain? Do you want me to get you some-“

“Ducky I’m fine honestly, I’ve got a cast”

“So I can see, are you sure you don’t want anything?”

“I’m sure, my face hurts kind of hurts”

“It’s because it’s a mess” Wanda says as she rearranges the bouquet of flowers her and Vis had gotten her.

“Am I still pretty enough for you?” Y/n starts fixing her hair and batting her eyelashes.

“Yes-no-maybe”

“Are you going to divorce me now?”

“No my beaut-prett-my wife”

“Even in serious times like this you two can’t even be serious” Clint laughs letting go of Nat to make his way over to Y/n so he could give her a hug. “I’m glad your okay sunshine”

“Thanks Clint”

Making themselves at home in the hospital room a nurse had to come in twice to tell them they needed to be quiet and reminded them that it was a hospital and not a playground.

Visiting hours came to an end one by one her family gave her a hug and kisses to her cheek or forehead.

“Ducky”

“Bunny”

“C-can you stay with me? You don’t hav-“

“Of course Bun”

“I’ll tell the doctors that you’re staying son, I’ll see you both tomorrow” Howard says from the door as he was originally waiting for Bucky to say his goodbyes.

“Thanks sir” shaking his head at the title Bucky had called him he watched as the young man who his daughter was in love with take a seat next to her in the bed, waiting for the day to come when they realised they were in love with one another.

Waiting for the day to come that he’d be calling James Barnes his son in law.

Settling down in the semi comfortable bed with Bucky’s arms around her waist she breathed in the fading smell of his aftershave.

“Bun”

“Duck”

“I-I love you”

“I love you too”

The only sound coming from the room was the quiet beeping of the machines and the sound of their breathing mixed together.

“No Y/n I mean…I mean I’m in love with you, I’ve known since I was fourteen”

“I’m in love with you too James”

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[sam24]

Hearts on Ice (2/2)

Series Summary: You absolutely loved shadowing at Dr. Framer's physical therapy clinic. Except for whenever Bucky Barnes, injured star hockey player, came in for his 4:30 appointments. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Warnings: Violence, creepy Brock Rumlow

enemies to lovers | college au | athlete bucky

part one

*****

Your mind raced with thoughts as you made your way back to your friends, hoping they wouldn’t notice the change in your mood.

“What happened? What did you say?” Wanda asked excitedly.

“Did you shove him?” Natasha leaned in with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

You opened your mouth to tell them that you couldn’t find Bucky, but the tears that started to form in your eyes spoke before you could.

“Oh, honey,” Wanda turned her body to face you, both girls grabbing onto your hands. “Is this a bathroom situation?”

You started to nod, but quickly shook your head. “No, we can’t leave. You wanted to watch Pietro’s game.”

“I can watch my dumb brother play dumb hockey any other day,” Wanda offered you a cheerful smile, holding her hand out.

“It’s Best Friend Bathroom Break!” Natasha tried to brighten the mood as they led you to the bathroom, earning a small chuckle out of you.

“Wow, wonderful alliteration, Shakespeare.” You wiped away tears.

In the bathroom, surrounded by the dull hum of hand dryers and the flushing of toilets, your friends formed a protective circle around you.

Natasha leaned against the sink, crossing her arms. “Alright, spill. What did that idiot do?”

You took a deep breath, recounting the scene with Bucky, the random girl, and his hurtful words. Wanda’s face shifted from concern to an expression of fiery determination, and Natasha’s eyes blazed with anger.

“That dickhead!” Natasha pounded on the sink, earning a couple glances. “Men are just unbelievable. He doesn’t deserve you.”

“He’s clearly still upset about what happened earlier,” Wanda drew soothing patterns on your skin, her voice much quieter than Natasha’s was. “He’s acting like this because he’s hurt, and he’s confused about his feelings. So he’s resorting to his popular hot boy facade. I’m not making any excuses for him, but I want you to understand that he didn’t mean anything he said. Don’t take his words to heart.”

You nodded, appreciating Wanda’s insight. It was a bittersweet realization that perhaps Bucky’s actions were fueled by his own inner turmoil . You chuckled weakly. “Best Friend Bathroom Break is turning into a therapy session.”

“Damn right,” Natasha flipped her hair dramatically. “Now, are we gonna let that asshat ruin your night?”

Wanda nudged you with a comforting smile. “Let’s turn this night around. We’re going to get back out there, enjoy the game, and have a blast at the party afterwards. Screw Bucky and his drama.”

🎕

You gripped Natasha’s arm, hoping she remembered the promise she made in the car to not lose you. As expected, Wanda was long gone, probably giggling somewhere with her British boyfriend, Vision, so you held onto Natasha like a vice.

You had already made accidental eye-contact with Bucky multiple times during the short time you had been here, and you absolutely refused to have Bucky see you alone, confirming his words that you were indeed a loner, so you hung onto your friend like a lifeline.

Natasha, being ever perceptive, flashed you a comforting grin and led you to a group of people standing together. You recognized some of them: Maria, Maria’s girlfriend, Carol Danvers from your humanities class, Jane Foster from writing, and Darcy Lewis from political science.

The group greeted you and Natasha excitedly, and Maria pulled you in for a tight hug. “Sorry I left you with Bucky for so long. My business went a bit into overtime.” She winked at her girlfriend, who pushed Maria with a giggle.

You pretended to throw up all over Maria’s jacket, and Darcy snorted. “Me too, girl. I’ve been stuck watching them grab each others’ asses for the past twenty minutes.”

“You’re just jealous you don’t have anyone to grab your ass.” Maria stuck her tongue out at Darcy.

“Quiet, peasant. I don’t allow anyone’s crusty hands anywhere near my scrumptious butt. It’s VIP only.” Darcy crossed her arms over her chest with a playful shove.

“Hey, I’m gonna go find a bathroom, I’ll be right back.” Natasha leaned into your ear.

“Yeah, sure. Want me to come?”

“Nah, it’s okay. I might ‘accidentally’ bump into Steve Rogers on my way there.” She winked at you and you poked annoyingly at her stomach.

“Ooo, someone’s got a cru-ush,” You sang teasingly, but were quickly shut up by a swift kick to the calf.

“Don’t get too lost!” Natasha called over her shoulder as she cat-walked away.

“I could say the same to you!” You called back. As you turned back around to join your friends in their conversation, you noticed Peter Quill in the corner of your eye, waving at you excitedly.

You waved back, a smile tugging at your lips at his childish expressions. You weren’t sure if you had any romantic feelings for him, but he sure would be a fun friend to have.

He beckoned for you to come to him, pointing at Scott and making a face, like I can’t stand this guy, come help me!

You laughed silently as Scott swatted at Peter’s hand, accompanied by a string of passionate-looking words. “I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go talk to someone real quick.”

“Don’t wander off too far!” Maria warned with a smirk. “Natasha would probably kill me if I lost her best friend.”

“I think I’ll be able to walk across the room just fine, Maria,” You said as you made your way over to Peter and Scott. As you dodged drunk college students and handsy couples, you accidentally bumped into a hard wall of muscle.

You turned around slowly, praying it wasn’t Bucky. It wasn’t. It was Brock Rumlow, who was looking you up and down in a way that made your skin crawl.

Bumping into Bucky would’ve been better.

The very first time you attended a hockey game with Wanda, she was quick to point out Brock on the ice and tell you to stay the hell away from him. Sure, she pointed out Bucky too, but that was just because he was a player. But according to her and Pietro, Brock was just flat out a creep.

“Sorry,” You apologized quickly, turning around in hopes of speed-walking away.

Long fingers grabbed your wrist harshly, forcing you back around. Oh, fuck me.

“Hold on,” Brock smirked evilly, which for some odd reason reminded you of a Disney villain. “I don’t recognize you.”

“Um, okay?” You half expected him to pull out an evil villain scroll to add your name to his hit list.

“You look so stiff, no wonder you’re running into everyone.” He looked you up and down once again, clearly judging the jeans and sweater you had on.

Before you could defend yourself and point out the fact that he was actually the first person you ran into today, he continued talking.

“No drink in your hand, wearing that, running into everyone,” Brock nudged you roughly. “I can tell this is your first party.”

You gave up on correcting him, knowing he would keep yapping. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll take you under my wing. Wanna try some of this?” He sloshed the drink around in his cup, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“No, thanks. I don’t really drink.” You shrugged his arm off, taking a step back.You were honestly surprised he actually gave you the chance to speak.

“You don’t drink? And you’re at a college party?” He stepped closer. His breath smelled like stale beer. “Bullshit.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t either,” You shrugged. “Save your kidneys early on.” You shocked yourself with your calm demeanor, especially since your mind was racing and praying that Natasha would randomly show up and tackle this weirdo from behind. Or at least sic her hunky blond crush onto him.

He narrowed his eyes, and you felt a shiver run down your spine as Brock’s predatory gaze intensified. It was evident he wasn’t used to someone rejecting his advances, and the dangerous glint in his eyes sent warning signals through your body.

“Kidneys are overrated anyways,” he replied with a sinister chuckle, his attempt at humor sending a chill through the air. He leaned in closer, close enough for you to cringe at the feel of his beer and Dorito breath on your skin.

The dimly lit room provided little comfort as you gravely realized that absolutely no one was watching. No one cared. Panic surged through you. Despite the people bustling around you, jostling and bumping into you, no one paid any attention.

“C’mon, take a sip.” He raised the cup, his arm snaking around your waist to hold you still.

You writhed around, but his death grip had you firmly planted in place. “Don’t touch me!”

“Stop being lame,” Brock raised the cup to your lips. “Just a sip.”

Your breath caught in your throat and your body went numb.

Just as he started to tilt the cup, you managed to knock it out of his hand with your thrashing. The drink spilled all over his shirt, and his grip on you loosened in surprise. Seizing the opportunity, you quickly pushed yourself away from him. As he reached out to grab you again, you shocked yourself by sending a well-aimed elbow jab straight to his neck.

As he doubled over and held his neck, you kicked him in the balls, earning a painful groan out of him. Yet, the victory was short-lived. As you turned around to get the hell out of there, he stomped down on your foot, and you winced in pain.

He managed to grab your wrist once again, his eyes fiery with rage. “You bitch,” he snarled angrily, spit flying from his mouth.

He tugged at your arm violently, leading you behind him with a bruising grip. You tried to plant your feet firmly in the ground to stop, and he suddenly turned around, leaning dangerously close to your face.

“Stop fighting, sweetheart,” he sneered, grabbing your waist. “The less of a fight you put up now and the easier you make it for me, the nicer I’ll be to you upstairs in bed.”

You slapped him across the face with your free hand. “You’re disgusting.”

He winded his arm back with anger, but suddenly, there was a blur of motion. You were forcefully ripped out of Brock’s clutches, and a large frame was standing between you two, gripping Brock’s collar with white knuckles.

Bucky.

“The hell you think you’re doing, Rumlow?” The rage in his voice was enough to send a shiver through your body. Bucky’s words echoed through the room, and everyone looked over.

Great. Now they wanna look?

Brock smirked, looking weirdly amused despite being stared down by a fuming Bucky Barnes in front of a crowd of people. The atmosphere crackled with tension, a palpable sense of anticipation settling over the room. The music seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the low hum of conversations and gasps.

“I was just having a little fun with the new girl,” Brock replied, his tone insolent. “Sorry man, didn’t realize she was your whore.”

Faster than you could blink, Bucky delivered a swift, bone-rattling punch to Brock’s jaw that sent him stumbling backwards. The room erupted in gasps, cheers, and ‘Do it again, bro!’s as the blow connected with a merciless crack.

Bucky advanced, and you managed to catch a glimpse of his face, seeing a side you’ve never seen of him before.

His face was red with fury, his jaw was clenched with anger, and dangerous emotions danced across his face. The icy blue storm in his eyes brewed violently.

Your body was frozen in place as you watched Bucky throw punches repeatedly onto Brock, who was now on the floor. Bucky climbed on top of him, his giant shoulders covering Brock’s battered up face from your view.

In the corner of your eye, you caught sight of Steve Rogers pushing through the crowd, towering over everyone, authority radiating off of him as people cleared his path. He seemed to be the only one brave enough to get in the way of Bucky’s wrath, reaching down to pull his best friend off of a writhing Rumlow.

Wanda and Natasha suddenly appeared on either side of you and each grabbed a hand, tugging you out of your daze.

“Come on honey, let’s go home,” Wanda said gently as the two girls led you to the front door, away from the fight.

“But Bucky-”

“He’ll be okay, just let him cool off,” Natasha reassured you.

You turned your head, catching a glimpse of Bucky thrashing mindlessly in Steve’s steady arms, a string of curses leaving his mouth that would make his mother smack him upside the head. He suddenly caught your gaze on him and he stopped flailing, his expression softening immediately with concern and care.

“Bucky,” you whispered quietly, knowing he wouldn’t have heard you, and you almost swore he whispered your name back.

Before you could succumb to your desire to run up to Bucky and smack him, tell him to stop looking at you like that, throw yourself into his embrace, and kiss him (yes, all in that order), Natasha’s comforting hand on the small of your back brought you back to reality as she led you out the door.

🎕

You glanced at the clock, your foot tapping and hands fidgeting.

4:27. Bucky should be here for his appointment in 3 minutes, assuming he was on time (which he usually wasn’t). You hoped his doctor had suddenly surprised him with a ‘Congrats! You don’t need physical therapy anymore!’ sometime earlier this week.

“Mr. Barnes will be here soon,” Dr. Framer said as he walked past you. “Could you go to the storage room and get some of the thicker resistance bands for his exercises while I finish up with Mrs. Davis?”

Thanks for crushing my hopes, Doc.

You obeyed the doctor, heading to the dimly lit storage closet and making a beeline for the resistance bands on the top shelf, but not before kicking a door stopper into the way so you wouldn’t get locked in.

You eyed the brown box on the top shelf, knowing there was no way in hell you were going to reach that. You looked around for help, but the dusty gray stepping stool that had a permanent home in the corner of the closet was nowhere to be found.

Screw it, you thought as you jumped for it, getting close every time but not quite being able to reach it. You hoped no one walked past the storage closet and saw you jumping up and down like a wasted rabbit, but of course, the universe was always against you.

“Need help?”

You spun around to see Bucky Barnes standing in the doorway, looking annoyingly amused. Your eyes immediately flickered down to his bruised up knuckles, and he seemed to notice, hastily shoving them into his pockets.

“I’m fine, thanks.”

Bucky, however, didn’t seem to mind your reply, strolling up to where you were standing and casually picking up the box off the shelf, placing it in your arms with a grin.

“Show off,” you grumbled.

The door suddenly shut with a loud slam, and you looked at Bucky in horror.

“Did you move the door stopper?”

“What door stopper?”

You groaned, dropping the box to bury your face in your hands. “Wonderful.”

“Calm down, Drama Queen. My phone’s right he-” Bucky patted his pockets, looking at you sheepishly. “I think I forgot it.”

“And mine’s in my bag,” you groaned.

“It’s fine, let’s just bang on the door. We’re right next to the waiting room anyways. The front desk lady will hear us.”

“Shannon never wears her hearing aids unless someone’s in the waiting room,” You shook your head. “She says everything sounds too annoying.”

“Fuck, no one’s in the waiting room, I just walked past.”

“And Dr. Framer’s finishing up with another patient right now,” you sighed, leaning against the shelf and sliding down onto the floor.

Bucky sat down on the floor next to you, and you pretended to ignore the slight flutter in your heart from the close proximity. Awkward tension filled the room as you both obviously were thinking about the same thing. You had so many things to say, to ask, to express, but nothing came out.

“Who the hell designed this stupid thing?” Bucky gestured towards the door.

“Probably someone with the same IQ level as you.” You caught the slight smile on Bucky’s face as you two fell back into the familiar comfort of arguing, ignoring the questions that were bound to be asked.

“Yeah sure, let’s see who’s still laughing once I break down this door with my athletic prowess and save the day.”

“How about we dial down on the heroic acts, superman.” You immediately regretted the words once they left your mouth. Bucky seemed to catch on to your unintentional reference to his fight with Rumlow. Tension filled the air once again, and you wanted to kick yourself.

“We, uh, should probably talk about that-” Bucky nervously rubbed his neck.

“I heard you and that girl talking after I left concessions,” you blurted out, unable to stop the word vomit.

Bucky grimaced, and you watched his eyes fill with guilt. “Yeah, I knew that would come back to bite me.”

“Care to explain, Barnes?” You looked over at him. “I honestly thought we were kind of getting along, but then you randomly got all pressed when Peter and Scott came in, and then you called me a nerd with no friends.”

Bucky shifted uncomfortably, the regret clear on his face. “Look, when that Quill guy came along and started flirting with you, I got . . . jealous.”

“Jealous?” Your eyebrows shot up. “Why? We aren’t even, uh, a thing.”

“I don’t know. I’ve never been good with this stuff.” He ran a hand through his hair, looking down. “Seeing you with someone else just got under my skin, I guess. I saw you smiling at him and laughing at his jokes, and it got me all messed up. I wanted you to look at me the way you were looking at him.”

“Oh.” You were quiet for a bit. “What about with that girl?”

Bucky winced. “I was . . . saving face, I guess? I didn’t want to admit to myself that I was bothered by the Quill thing, so I pretended like I didn’t care.” He took a deep breath, turning to look you in the eye. Sunlight streaming from the small window in the corner danced on Bucky’s face with elegance, showing you something you’ve never seen on his face before.

Vulnerability.

“After I saw you and Quill, I guess I was just really upset, insecure, and confused about my own feelings for you, so I basically ran to someone else. And the first person I saw happened to be Dot. I just needed to feel wanted, you know? Like a sense of validation.”

You nodded slowly. “Look, Bucky, I get it. Emotions can be messy, and we don’t always make the best decision when we’re upset. But honesty goes a long way. You should've told me instead of running away. I had no idea what was going on inside your head.”

“I know.” Bucky looked ashamed as he fiddled with his fingers, his eyes trained down.

“But I’m really glad that you’re telling me this now.” You took his hand gently, an unfamiliar feeling rushing over you. It was the feeling of being able to do everything without fear when Bucky was by your side. His warm hand in yours was comforting, a connection that reassured you in ways words couldn’t express.

He scooted closer with a warm smile as you two settled into a comfortable silence, the low hum of the air conditioning being the only noise in the background.

“Look, Steve sat me down this weekend and knocked some sense into me. Then he called me Ma, and she knocked some sense into me too. I’ve been an idiot, but I’m working on it, for what it’s worth.”

Your eyes met his, and a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “Well it’s a good thing Steve has some sense to spare. I appreciate the effort, Bucky.”

“Yeah, he’s got plenty to go around,” he chuckled, his thumb rubbing gently across the back of your hand. “I want you to know that I really care about you. I want to make things right.”

As a smile spread across your face, he continued. “I don’t want you to think that I take you for granted. You mean a lot to me, and I want to be better. For you.”

You squeezed his hand gently. “You mean a lot to me, too, Bucky. More than I ever realized.”

“I thought you hated me,” Bucky teased with a smirk.

“I thought so too.” You sighed dramatically. “I guess I’ll have to get rid of my ‘How to Handle Bucky Barnes: The Irritating Assshat’ survival handbook now.”

“Impressive. Does it come with a ‘How to Handle my Irritating Crush on Bucky’ chapter?”

“That’s a work in progress.” You smirked. “Didn’t exactly expect to find myself having a heart-to-heart with you in a dusty closet.”

“Life’s full of surprises,” he remarked, a deep warmth in his eyes.

“And you, James Buchanan Barnes, are the most unexpected one,” you admitted, your tone softening.

“You stalker,” he gasped accusingly. “Digging through patient files to find my full name?”

“Oh biscuits,” you rolled your eyes. “Looks like you caught me.”

“If you wanted me that bad, you could’ve just asked, Doc.”

“I’ll be sure to add that lovely advice to the handbook. How does this sound: ‘Hey Bucky, I’ve secretly been harboring feelings for you. Wanna go make out in the storage closet?’ .”

“I’m pretty sure I would’ve appreciated the honesty,” he laughed.

“You’re impossible.”

“You love it.”

“Debatable.”

“I think you meant to say dateable.”

“You're pushing your luck, Barnes.” You nudged him playfully.

“Admit it. I’m growing on you.”

“Like a stubborn weed.”

“A weed you secretly enjoy having around.”

You feigned annoyance, but the giddy feelings in your chest told a different story. “Don’t get too comfortable, Barnes. You’ve still got a long way to win me over completely.”

“Challenge accepted.” He leaned his back against the shelf with a content sigh, smiling with closed eyes. After a moment of silence, Bucky scooted even closer, pressing his warm body against yours.

He grinned bashfully. “You’ve probably figured this out by now, but I really like you, Doc. Like I really really like you. Talking to you just feels so natural, you know? I feel . . . fuck I’m trash with words.” Bucky took a deep breath. “I feel at home. With you.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “You feel at home when I’m being mean to you?”

Bucky chuckled, the sound echoing in the cramped space. “It’s like . . . I don’t know, you challenge me. Keep me on my toes. But it’s not just that. It’s the way you are, the way you see things. I feel like I can be myself around you, no pretenses. Plus, I know you’ll call out all my bullshit. Like my mom and Steve.”

“That’s a tough crowd to be compared to,” you teased, feeling a pleasant warmth in your chest.

Bucky nodded. “Yeah, but you belong up there with them.”

You smiled, resting your head on Bucky’s shoulder. “I like you too, Barnes. Even though you annoy the crap out of me.”

Bucky laughed heartily. “Scout’s honor. You look so cute when you’re annoyed.” He gently raised your chin with his hands, dipping his head down to look you in the eyes. “All that fuckboy bullshit? I’m tired of it, baby. I only want you.”

“Are you sure you wanna be stuck with the bland vanilla, Barnes? Too late, no take backs.” You teased him playfully, ignoring the rapid beating of your heart.

“You’re more than just bland vanilla,” Bucky frowned, thinking. “You’re . . . spicy pistachio.”

You snorted at Bucky’s unexpected description. “Spicy pistachio? Is that your attempt at a compliment?”

He grinned, his eyes lighting up. “Absolutely. It means you’re a rare and exciting flavor, something I didn’t know I needed until I tried.”

“Well I’m glad you’re such a fan of spicy pistachio, Barnes.”

“The biggest fan.” He looked at you with such gentle care, you thought you would melt under his gaze.

You shoved his shoulder roughly, averting yourself from his deep stare.

“What was that for?” He feigned a wince, just to give you some satisfaction.

“On behalf of Nat.” You just had to make sure you got the shove out of the way before your brain completely surrendered to his sweet talk.

He just smiled knowingly.

You couldn't help but glance down at his roughed-up knuckles, and guilt flooded through you. Bucky noticed, lifting your chin up once again with his gentle touch. The reassurance in his eyes said it all: Don't worry about it, baby.

“I never said thank you for what you did at the party last week.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he said as he leaned in closer. “Just doing my job.”

“Your job?” You raised your eyebrows. “And what job might that be?”

Bucky’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “Guardian of the spicy pistachio, of course.”

You laughed, your cheeks suddenly heating up when you realized how close Bucky’s face was to yours. He came in closer, if that was even possible, his eyes gazing into yours with deep admiration.

“You’re so annoying.”

“Only I can get you so riled up,” Bucky smirked. “It’s truly a gift.”

“Yeah,” your voice got quiet. You forgot the snarky reply you were about to retort back with. “Only you.”

His eyes flickered down to your lips.

“The spiked fruit punch at your party sucked,” you added as your brain malfunctioned. “It made Wanda sick.”

Bucky leaned closer. “Noted. I’ll let Thor know.”

“You should really consider investing in some Febreze. The whole place smelled like sweat.”

“Noted. I’ll tell Steve.” He leaned in a bit more, his lips almost brushing against yours.

Amidst the closeness, you couldn’t help but let out more observations as your mind raced. “Also, your playlist needs a serious upgrade. I think I heard ‘Eye of the Tiger’ at least three times.”

Bucky brought his hands up to rest on your cheeks, leaning in even closer. “Noted. I’ll tell Sam.”

“Just kiss me already.”

“Noted, baby.” Bucky finally closed the gap between you with a smile as your lips met in a sweet, long-awaited kiss. His soft lips moved gently and his thumbs caressed your cheeks lovingly.

The world outside the closet seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a moment suspended in time, finally acknowledging the feelings that had been swirling beneath the surface.

As the kiss deepened, you pulled away slightly, a playful glint in your eyes.

“You know, I think this is the most action this storage closet has seen in years. We should charge rent.”

Bucky chuckled against your lips, “In that case, we should give it a good show. You know, make the experience worth its money.”

Bucky pulled you into another kiss, his laughter merging into the warmth of the moment.

The door suddenly opened, light entering the dark closet as you and Bucky pulled apart frantically, scrambling for excuses. Dr. Framer was standing in the doorway with multiple emotions changing on his face. First surprise, then confusion, then a knowing smile directed at Bucky.

“You know, I could always tell you had a crush on her.”

[broodybuck]

Steve/Bucky Masterlist

My ao3

Full of Steve | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, daddy kink, dom Steve, sub Bucky, dirty talk

Camping Heat | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, daddy kink, public sex, handjob, exhibitionism, camping, dom Steve, sub Bucky, dirty talk

Draw Me Like One of Your Brooklyn Boys | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, daddy kink, overstimulation, handjob, dom Steve, sub Bucky, dirty talk, artist Steve, insecure Bucky

Nighttime Routine | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, couch sex, top Steve, bottom Bucky, dirty talk, recovering Bucky, social media

Long Distance Calls | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, phone sex, mutual masturbation, sex toy, dom Steve, sub Bucky, dirty talk

Shitty Boyfriend | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, consensual cheating, kitchen sex, toxic boyfriend Brock, protective Steve, neighbor, top Steve, bottom Bucky

Famished | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, humiliation kink, chubby Bucky, dom Steve, sub Bucky, dirty talk

In The Next Room | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, masturbation, eavesdropping, horny Bucky Barnes, pining Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes recovering

Rolling in the Deep | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, summer camp AU, no powers AU, pre-serum Steve, top Bucky, bottom Steve, public sex

Doing his Job | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, sex worker Steve, dom Steve, sub Bucky, dirty talk, recovering Bucky

Book Club | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, book club AU, no powers AU, top Steve, bottom Bucky, shy Bucky, dirty talk

Peeping Neighbor | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, neighbors AU, no powers AU, bickering during sex, top Steve, bottom Bucky

All of Me is Yours | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, butt plug, rough sex, spontaneous sex, public sex, top Steve, bottom Bucky, daddy kink, dirty talk

Slow Burns Are Overrated | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, social media AU, no powers AU, pre-serum Steve, booktuber Bucky, internet famous, top Bucky, bottom Steve, couch sex

Looking for Something Real | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, pornstars, no refractory period, emotional sex, love confessions, denial of feelings, retired Avengers, top Steve, bottom Bucky

After Hours with Professor Rogers | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, no powers AU, college AU, professor Steve, student Bucky, age difference, top Steve, bottom Bucky

Milk Bar | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, omega verse, milking, college AU, alpha Steve, omega Bucky

Best You've Ever Had | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, dirty talk, no refractory period, top Steve, bottom Bucky, established relationship, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

The Praise Doctor | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, sex worker Steve, handjobs, top Steve, bottom Bucky, praise kink, first date

The Jealous Roommate | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, roommate AU, no powers AU, pre-serum Steve, top Bucky, bottom Steve, pining, jealousy, wall sex

When Size Matters | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, Shrinkyclinks, pre-serum Steve, post-serum Bucky, recovering Bucky, big dick Barnes, top Bucky, power bottom Steve, size difference, dirty talk, established relationship

No One's Ever Done It Like That | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, no powers AU, couch sex, toxic Brock Rumlow, getting together, gentle sex, top Steve, bottom Bucky

Breaking Up the Neighbors | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, consensual cheating, pining, neighbors AU, no powers AU, top Steve, bottom Bucky, established Bucky and Zemo

The Game of Love | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, celebrity AU, no powers AU, fake dating, sexual tension, artist Steve, actor Bucky, top Steve, bottom Bucky

The Magic Touch | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Post-Hydra, Bucky Barnes Recovering, no refractory period

Slow Dancing in a Burning Room | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, sugar daddy Steve Rogers, stripper Bucky Barnes, age difference, no powers AU, daddy kink, dom Steve Rogers, sub Bucky Barnes

Here to Serve | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, historical au, top Steve, bottom Bucky, master/servant, power imbalance, servant Bucky, master Steve, dubious consent

A Lending Hand | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, recovering Bucky, post cacw, denial of feelings, handjobs, first time, Avengers tower, no refractory period, power bottom Steve, top Bucky

In Another Timeline... | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, top Steve, bottom Bucky, multiverse, alternate timelines, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes

The Secret Scandal | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, Bridgerton (TV) au, historical au, no powers au, top Steve, bottom Bucky, friends to lovers, denial of feelings, first time, touch-starved

Shameful Dreams | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, no powers au, pre-serum Steve, top Bucky, bottom Steve, secret relationship, internalized homophobia, consensual infidelity, closeted characters

[nekoannie-chan]

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[e-dubbc11]

sending in a prompt for rumlow to inspire you to get to our (writing) side, from the random dialogue prompts: “Is hating me your only personality trait?” or “Come and get your fix.”

My dear Selene, my brain is getting a workout writing for Rumlow and I am enjoying every single second of it.

I went with the prompt “Is hating me your only personality trait?”

Thank you for sending in as many prompts as you did, I know I still have a few left but this was a good one so thank you again, my friend 💙

Coming Clean

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x F! Reader

Warnings: Little bit of angst, a couple of swear words, confession of feelings, fluff

Word Count: 1.4K-ish

Summary: The STRIKE team leader does his daily walk thru every day. Your daily exchanges are just a contest of getting under each others skin.

A/N: In this, Rumlow is an agent of SHIELD, not Hydra. It’s not really important to the story at all really but, maybe it’s pertinent info for some people

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

Working inside the main control room at SHIELD wasn’t a difficult job. What was difficult was watching him walk through every day.

As commander of the STRIKE team, Brock Rumlow was feared, strong, skilled, and fucking gorgeous. He had that angry sex appeal going for him.

And what bothered you the most about Brock was the massive crush you had on him.

But the rumor was he was dating a woman who works over in Statistics and although you’d never confirmed that, it made you jealous. It made you so jealous, you couldn’t see straight and made it that much harder to be around him when he would do his walk through because of how much he, sort of, flirted with you.

He’d hover a little too long at your work station at times. You could feel the heat radiating off of his body as he leaned over you and his breath warmed the back of your neck sending shivers down your spine.

Brock didn’t make you feel uncomfortable, you knew how to handle him but he’d try to make you feel like you were doing something wrong even though you weren’t.

You were very good at your job and in charge of a small team of people. Director Fury told you if Brock ever gave you a hard time, just to give it right back to him. He knew you could handle yourself just fine.

Every time the door to the control room opened, you hoped it was him doing his walk through but you never ever let him know that. Keeping your eyes on your screen, you were hopeful that he never saw you blush when he walked in but your face always remained stoic and unwavering. You weren’t going to let him get under your skin no matter how much you wanted him too.

Pausing behind you, Brock would lean forward so he could be as close as possible to you without touching.

“Did you need something, Rumlow?” You would ask with a tense but stern voice.

You felt his breath on the top of your ear as he whispered, “Just makin’ my rounds Ms. Y/l/n. You sure you wanna do that?” He asked with a sly smile on his face while your finger hovered over the control pad.

The blue light glasses you had on, slid down your nose slightly so you pushed them up before answering him. “I think I know my job a little better than you do…sir.”

“Your perfume wrecks my concentration, ya know.” He said.

You felt a slight tingle in your core and hopefully he didn’t notice as you tightly clenched your thighs together.

“Well I’ll remember that for tomorrow when I also won’t give a shit about what bothers YOU, Rumlow. You made your rounds, so how about you leave now because I have work to do.” You said with narrow eyes and your lips pressed together in a straight line.

He inhaled sharply as the scent of your perfume floated past his nose, then exhaled. “Ooh, do I get under your skin, doll? ‘Til tomorrow.” He said softly in your ear followed by a husky chuckle.

And then he was gone.

Variations of this exchange were a daily occurrence. He never dropped in at the same time every day. He showed up at all different times during the day to throw you off, to catch you off guard and he knew that it made you crazy which is what he enjoyed the most.

He thrived on, what he thought was, your disdain for him and Brock always walked out of the control room with a coy smile on his face.

You were convinced he couldn’t really figure you out so that’s why he messed with you so much. Everyone else was somewhat intimidated by him, they moved out of his way if they saw him coming, kept their eyes down, and their mouths shut. But not you and that was the one thing that made HIM crazy.

No one was going to make you feel uncomfortable, especially Brock Rumlow.

On your way back from lunch one day, you felt a hand grab your upper arm and pull you into a supply closet.

“Ow! Brock! What the fuck are you doing?!! Lemme go!” You said with a raised voice. “You’re not funny, lemme outta here NOW.”

He inched closer to you, closing the gap between your bodies so you were sharing the same space. He smelled like wintergreen gum and clean laundry, and his eyes were the color of whiskey in the sunlight.

You had never really noticed that before, you had never been this close to him and it was causing your heart to beat rapidly like it was going to explode from your chest.

He barely let you finish your sentence before snapping at you. “Is hating me your only personality trait?” Brock’s low gravelly voice sent flutters right to your core and your mind started to wander, thinking about him pulling sinful noises from you inside this closet.

“No Rumlow, it’s not. I can be a real bitch sometimes too.” The corners of your mouth turned up slightly to reveal a devilish smile as you gazed up into his eyes.

“WHY do you hate me so much, huh? I can feel it coming off of you, y/n.” He asked, backing you into a corner, up against the wall. “I wanna know, tell me!”

You turned your face away from him and folded your arms across your chest protectively. The smile that stretched across your lips only appeared to keep yourself from tearing up.

“How do you know its hate that I feel and not something else, huh?” You asked with a hitch in your voice.

His expression softened for the briefest of moments.

“You flirt with me, tease me, and try to get under my skin but you’re dating a woman upstairs in Statistics?!! Well it’s not hate, Brock. It’s not, its full blown jealousy.” You said confidently because you didn’t care anymore if he knew how you felt or not.

He gazed down at you with his amber colored eyes and a slight smirk on his face as you looked up at him through your long dark lashes.

“Wipe that smirk off your face, Rumlow! If you think you’re just gonna continue to come into the control room and—“

He cut you off.

Without warning, his lips collided with yours. That kiss was filled with so much passion, it was almost painful, sharp with desperation and with a hunger you could barely control.

Clinging to him tightly, you moved your fingers to twist and knot in his wild dark brown hair while his hands rested firmly on your hips and pulling you flush to his body.

His strong calloused hands traveled under your shirt to gently brush the soft skin on your stomach. You wondered for the longest time what this would be like, to have his hands all over you, for his lips to crush against yours, to have his stubble brush against your cheeks, and to taste the wintergreen gum on his tongue.

He pulled away after kissing up and down the hollow of your throat.

“So does this mean you’re NOT dating anyone from Statistics?” You asked sarcastically.

He placed a gentle kiss on your lips before answering. “I’m not dating anyone, doll. There is a person in the Control Room that I really like but she’s kinda mean to me. What she doesn’t know is that it just makes me like her even more.” He said with a sly smile.

You snaked your arms around his neck.

“Ya know, I can’t be sure but I THINK she may like you too.” You said. “Now lemme outta here before Fury fires you for holding me hostage in a supply closet.”

“Hey you’re late comin’ back from lunch too, ya know. He can fire you too.” Brock said with a chuckle.

“He likes me way more than he likes you, Rumlow.” You said.

He reached for the door handle. “You’re probably right, sweetheart. Now before I let you out, will you agree to have dinner with me?”

You leaned in close and gently pressed your lips to his.

“Dinner sounds great.”

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[frostironfudge]

Silhouettes In the Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Thirteen

Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Warnings: fluff, (tooth rotting fluff), angst, swearing, alcohol consumption mentioned, drug consumption mentioned not detailed, smut so 18+ only, no minors, p in v, dirty talk, mild breeding kink, mentions of overstim, slight jealous bucky, all the sex is consensual, hollywood politics, are feather and bucky catching a break in this chapter? yes maybe? i think they are, also i want to put yelena and reader in one room so they can sort of this mess of their friendship i caused, whoops, i hope ya'll enjoy the chapter! more fluff at the end!

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 9k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Main Masterlist || Fic Masterlist || AO3 || Fic Playlist

Chapter Twelve|| Chapter Fourteen

HEADLINES: 

Steve Rogers Spills The Beans On His and Author Y/N’s Relationship: ‘She’s Spoken For By Someone’

Who Has The Elusive Author Dated? A List Of Her Boyfriends and Here Is What They Have To Say About Her! Psst It’s Not All That Great (Oops!)

Sharon Carter Brings Attention To Herself and Brock Rumlow As They Shamelessly Flirt On Screen During His Interview on HYDRA’s News Hour

Dolores Is Bright And Early On ITIMYIMDO Set As Filming Commences Looks Like Rehab Did Her Good

The set is quiet as the scene with the programmed lights is set up. You watch in awe as they bring one of your favourite scenes written by you to life. 

Bucky watches you, his eyes full of love and adoration at the way you admire the lights. 

It was one of the chapters he had heavily annotated in your book.

Currently there weren’t people on set. Only Wanda was taking B roll footage of the lights alone. So he was standing closer to you. Basking in the way it felt to be around you. In front of people. The core team knew about the two of you. 

Bucky had wanted to stop hiding away from being known as yours.

Sam had suggested slowly easing into it since the media could taint everything. A friendly hug here and a few public interactions there. A few planted interview questions that Bucky would genuinely answer and then the chance for the two of you to announce it to the world or allow people to keep speculating and be together privately. 

“This was one of my favourite chapters.” Bucky walks over to you, the smile never leaving his face, eyes crinkled at the sides. Watching the way the light catches in your eyes makes them seem even brighter. 

You look away from the lights to him. He stands close, smiling down at you. Your cheeks heat, recalling how that particular chapter went. 

He was ready for his part as Rhys, bionic arm doffed for the scene. You admire the way he carries himself, your eyes linger over his shoulder. 

“Doesn’t hurt, Feather.” He assures. You take a deep breath.

“It was your favourite?” You ask, trying to keep your voice even. 

“Yes, I particularly enjoyed how you rectified their song’s memory and gave them the opportunity to dance to it amongst the other parts of the chapter.” He grabs your hand, the lights begin twinkling again. 

He looks behind you for a moment, then music begins to play, Taylor Swift’s Daylight. You hear the door to set shut.

You’re pulled against him, your arms resting around his shoulders. 

“Rhys and Doll have Stargazing, we have this song.” His blue eyes gleam in the light, you want to sink into them. 

“James.” You laugh as he twirls the two of you, taking the lead on the dance. He says nothing, moving the two of you through the music and its tempo changes. 

“I don’t want to look at anything else, now that I saw you.” He sings for you. 

You cup his cheek, smiling at him, your heart bursting with love for him. 

“I don’t want to think of anything else now that I thought of you.” He grins, twirling you outward and pulling you back to him. Arm now around your waist. 

The lights get brighter and then slowly fade. 

His smile doesn’t falter, being able to enjoy this moment with you wholeheartedly without worrying about you thinking adversely about his lost arm. 

“I’ve been sleeping so long in a twenty year dark night.” He presses his lips to your forehead. 

“And now I see daylight.” He leans in, forehead touching yours. 

“I only see daylight.” You sing to him. 

His cheeks tinge pink, “And I can still see it all,”

“In my mind, all of you, all of me.” You giggle as you move closer. His hand moves to hold yours, “Intertwined,” He squeezes your hand. 

“I once believed, love would be black and white.” He says not singing, “But it’s you.” 

“You’re my golden daylight, Feather.” 

The song keeps playing, you stare up at him. The set faded away. His hand leaves your hand after placing it on his shoulder. 

Then he grasps your waist, slowly moving up to the back of your neck, gently his thumb strokes the skin of your jaw. 

You sigh, eyes closing as he leans in closer, your head tilted back and pulled closer. His lips brush against yours, once, twice. Bucky sighs contentment filling him when he feels your lips against his own.

Your fingers grasping his shirt, hand cupping his jaw. Bucky marvels at the way your tenderness with him seeps into everything you do, the way your lips move against his, the way you’re able to show your love to him just by your touch alone. 

He almost, almost feels bad for keeping what he’s up to from you. In due time you would know.

The kiss parts, your cheeks heat as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck shyly. You can feel the rumble of his soft laughter followed by the kiss to your forehead. 

The song ended a while ago, yet the two of you do not part. Murmurs gain volume outside. You sigh, Bucky squeezes you close to him before the two of you step away at the same time. 

The doors of the set open, you stare up at the lights again. 

“Only actors on set.” Natasha orders, you give Bucky another smile before walking towards the producer’s area. 

Maria gives you a smile and Nick acknowledges you with a nod. 

Wanda moves over to Nat, showing her the B roll footage. You look down at your phone. Once filming commences you would slip to the producer corner and write the pending chapters. The three week deadline is now nearing two weeks. 

Bucky catches your gaze when Dolores walks in on set, somewhat on time. The crew moves to put the finishing touches on the set. 

Natasha calls for positions, the music track begins, this time it’s Rhys and Doll’s song. 

Dolores moves through the scene, you watch Bucky only, the way he moulds himself into Rhys. Bringing him to life, it’s spectacular how it all occurs. 

The laughter he causes with his goofy dancing around. You have to will yourself not to make a louder sound.

Maria beats you to it and Natasha has to yell, “Cut.” 

Bucky laughs as well, cheeks flushed. 

The scene is reset building up to the next part. 

Dolores begins messing up her lines, the little bottle in her hand between takes isn’t water, everyone knows. 

As the set is then made to be a closed one for the sex scene. Only the core team on board. She’s slurring her words and stumbling as she moves to wrap her hands around Bucky.  

He shifts off the set lines looking at Natasha. Her lips press into a thin line. 

“Dolores, you cannot be drinking.” Natasha says very calmly. 

“You shut the fuck up and film, I’m going to have sex with this ex of mine. Not the first time post breaking up is it?” She blows a kiss to Bucky. 

“I’m not shooting this scene with you or rather any intimate scenes with you if you’re not sober.” He warns her. 

“I agree.” Natasha shakes her head at the actress. 

Dolores turns to look at you with narrowed eyes, “Tell him to shoot it.” 

“I am not forcing anyone—,” 

“I’ll tell Alexander.” She sing-songs, eyes glassy as she smirks when you still. She knew. 

“Dolores.” Bucky steps towards her, “I am not comfortable with you being drunk and filming scenes like this—,” 

“Oh hush. Producers can make us do anything can’t they? Go on vote for the scene to continue, Executive Producer Y/N.” Dolores giggles, then her eyes move to Natasha. 

“Aw, did you want a say?” She coos at the director. 

“Isn’t my call, apparently.” Natasha shrugs the remaining crew then turns to you and Maria. Nick had stepped out not wanting to intrude on the scene.  

“We aren’t filming unless Dolores is sober for all scenes.” You look at all of them then Maria. 

“Agreed.” She declares. 

“Alright then,” Natasha says, “We set up for the scene with Loki and Bucky facetiming. Scene 73. Dolores get yourself sobered up.” 

Dolores sneers, then turns to you, in a moment she’s in front of you.

Bucky begins moving towards the two of you. He steps gaining momentum as he realises what is about to happen.

Her hand is raised, “You little bitch!” She yells, her hand coming down towards your face. 

Your stupor breaks and you shuffle to the side to avoid being hit. 

Her hand swerves across thin air, as you keep yourself backed away against the wall. 

Bucky and Natasha move towards you. Worry on their faces; Maria raises her walkie-talkie calling in security. 

“I’m going to make Alex—Alexander, ruin, ruin you!” She warns as her assistant and security hold her and escort her outside. 

You stay backed against the wall. 

“I am going to conduct a full security check of all electronic devices. If even a peep of this goes out. Hell fire will rain down upon each person.” Maria declares, looking at the scarce crew on set. 

Everyone nods, Natasha moves towards you then stops herself. Bucky trudges on forward. 

“Feather,” He’s about to reach to cup your face with his palm. 

You shift away from him. There is an echo in your mind of the stinging slaps you endured. 

His palm remains frozen in air, eyes wide, “Feather?” 

No. No. No. No. No. You want to wail. They can’t have taken your source of comfort from you, “I’m sorry.”

“Do not apologise.” He stays away, not moving close. 

“I’m sorry.” Your hand reaches for his, intertwining your fingers.

“Bucky.” You both look at Maria, the set now emptied out, “Take her out, back to your trailer, I’ll send the interns with fresh call times.” 

Bucky nods, looking at you. You nod. Thanking her, the two of you make your way to his trailer. 

Sam and Yelena are pacing, they only pause when they see the two of you enter. Word spread fast because Dolores couldn’t stop screaming about the entire ordeal.

Bucky phad his arm around you. Over the walk from the set, you had begun to cling onto him more. Needing him closer. 

“Do you want to don your arm?” Sam questions, Bucky looks down at you. You begin to pull away, Bucky’s grip on you tightens. 

“Later.” He says, leading you to the couch. 

Yelena regards you, the previous week’s ordeal with her being cold towards you and your explanation. The two of you hadn’t spoken on a personal level. You did miss her. Missed stopping by her office unannounced and working on your writing while she worked. 

The friendship had meant more to you.

Maybe it wasn’t the same to her. You had to make your peace with it.

She watches you rest your head on Bucky’s chest. Tucked against him, she knows you feel protected. 

There is knocking against the door. 

“It’s Ace.”

“And Loki.”

Sam moves to the door, Ace comes bounding up the steps. Their eyes worriedly glance over you both. 

“Y/N?” They call out, you give a small wave. 

“I’m okay.” You assure. 

Loki meets Bucky’s eyes, the latter nods. The former’s lips press into a thin line. He directs his worry towards you. 

“Hi Loki.” You greet, he morphs his worry into a small smile. 

“Do you need anything?” He questions, you shake your head. 

“I’m so annoyed by her. How is it that she ruins day one back to filming?” Ace complains. 

“I think we should give them space and not discuss this anymore.” Yelena pipes up, leaning against the counter, arms crossed. 

Ace looks at Yelena, their jaw set.  

“Right, because talking about things is not a great thing?” They roll their eyes. 

Yelena looks at you, your brows are furrowed at Ace. 

“I’m just saying talking it out is better than bottling things up.” They explain. 

“Um, I’d rather not, Dolores’ thing doesn’t have me shaken up. I just was reminded of something else.” You feel Bucky’s lips press to your forehead. Grounding you yet again. 

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” He murmurs. 

You respond by placing a kiss on his jaw. Loki exchanges a glance with Sam. His face still conveys his worry.

Your phone beeps, you groan recognising the alarm. 

“What's that?” Loki questions, you retrive the damn device snoozing the alarm. 

“Alarm to write. Submission date got preponed so I’ve set random alarms to at least write something when it blares, even if it's shit.” You explain. 

“That isn’t your process.” Yelena frowns, not liking that you’ve been taxing yourself. 

“It’s the process of writing for this deadline.” You shrug. 

Bucky chuckles, “I woke up the other night for water and she was tucked against me with her phone in her hand typing away. Three am and she’s writing.” 

You laugh, “Yeah I’m hoping to finish by this week somehow since I want a week to edit after Yelena reviews.”

“Y/N, that's not how you’ve written before.” She says again, you look at her. 

“I know but it's how I’m writing now. Deadlines worked with the blog.” 

“That was one chapter a week.” She taps the palm of her left hand with the back of her right. 

“Y/N you did get burned out on the blog too.” Ace adds remembering the apologetic posts about being on terrible blocks rendering you incapable of writing. 

“Thank you!” Yelena scoffs at your reasoning. 

You shift, Bucky still keeps his arm around you. 

“And what? I’m dividing the remaining chapters the same way. I won’t get burnt out.” You assure. You couldn’t afford to get burnt out, well you were banking on it.

Bucky looks at Sam and Loki, then Ace and Yelena. The two of them don’t buy it, having seen you write for far longer than him. 

“Feather…”

“I’m fine, honestly.” You defend too quickly. None of them buy it. 

“I’m going to speak to Hydrangeas—HYDRA. They will have to move it—,”

“No, you won't, you've already exhausted the reasons and it has already been a week. I just have the last ten to go.” You don’t tell them your actual plan, only once it would get into the step back you would tell them. 

Andy and Matt already knew and you hoped they would not blabber. They were the ones who found and confirmed the loophole for you. You felt bad keeping it from them but it had to be this way. 

“If this is about what I said—,”

“No it isn’t.” You cut Yelena off yet again, “I have been neglecting my writing, it's another book that needs to be done. Then I can relax and focus on other projects. It’s already had enough leaks.” 

“What if you hit a writer’s block?” She presses again. 

Bucky squeezes your arm gently. 

“I’ll write through it.” You grit, what was with the sudden concern? She had made it clear she was done. 

“Right because that's what produced your best content in the past. It was unreadable.” Yelena quips. 

You stand still holding Bucky’s hand. He squeezes it. 

“Feather.” He says in warning, requesting you to stay calm.

“I need to call my mom up. She should be done with the first leg of her treatment.” You let go of Bucky’s hand. 

Turning to press a kiss to his cheek, “I just,” you whisper to him. 

“I know, go, I’ll be out in a minute.” He whispers back. 

You leave the trailer, leaving everyone to look at each other in silence. 

“She’s up to something.” Yelena says, Bucky’s eyes snap to her. 

“Did you have to say that? She’s trying hard enough as it is, with everything else.” He moves to go towards the closet where his arm is placed. The scene with Loki would require him to doff it again, but he needed it right now.

“Oh, you’re a knight in shining armour now is it?” She sneers. 

Sam moves ahead to help, “Buck.” He warns.

Bucky bites the inside of his cheek, a storm brewing in his gaze. 

“No, I am not, but I know well enough to reserve my responses. Do you know what happened after she left BW?” Bucky keeps his eyes locked on Yelena, his sleeve folded back exposing the mounting plate. 

Yelena clenches her jaw, waiting for him to continue. 

Bucky grabs the bionic arm, lining it up. Sam moves back knowing he needs room to move it around. 

The familiar click locks the arm into place, it whirs before a circumduction occurs. 

“Hayden had to bring her to me, she had a panic attack right from your parking lot to my gym. Do you remember the time? It took her an hour to come to me. An hour she doesn’t remember because she couldn’t breathe because she was under a lot of duress because her best friend wouldn’t listen. You haven’t even apologised for presuming the worst from her. Natasha doesn’t know the bullshit you, however, do.” Bucky’s vibranium fingers flex then extend. 

“She’s lost enough Lena. Don’t you think she deserves some slack being cut? Or did you want to know how Dolores threatened her on set?” He scoffs. He walks out as well in search of you, finding you behind the trailers, a familiar spot for several of the actors for some alone time. 

You’re on the phone as he approaches. Offering him a smile and he pulls you into a tight hug. 

After the ordeal in Bucky’s trailer things with Yelena didn’t change, she only spoke when it was all work related.

The Lit Fest was coming up, the publishing house wanted Steve and you to fuel the dating fire again. Neither you nor Steve were interested in that aspect. 

In fact Angel had the idea to have Steve say you were already spoken for in a podcast he was on, which had sent everyone into a frenzy. 

Speculation wouldn’t stop. You were honestly tired of it. How celebrities went through this day in and out, you couldn’t fathom. 

Bucky had taken it upon himself to stop you from getting too lost into writing. Impromptu date nights at Winnie’s. If your mom couldn’t sleep she would make you watch the TV shows on your laptop only, with her. Bucky and her were in cahoots, you were sure of it.  

They pretend not to hear you when you accuse them of their little plan. Solving the puzzle and laughing amongst themselves. You roll your eyes at them before joining in on completing the 500 piece puzzle. 

It was as if he was trying to actively prevent burn out for you. You appreciated it, the breaks he would provide would be a saviour. 

The only time you were writing uninterrupted was during filming stretches. Sitting in the producer area behind Natasha and Maria, the latter taking your spot with the director now. 

You missed it all - the making jokes, noting things down and bouncing ideas off of each other. You tried to not let it get to you. You welcomed it, given how your writing was becoming the primary focus, the longer hours helped you focus better. 

Your head buried in your phone, typing away quietly on the phone screen. Four chapters were left. The book was probably on some kind of kick. Even in your worst writing you felt the story was good. Which wasn’t helping your loophole. 

You knew how the book would end, writing towards it made it easier. HYDRA was hoping to announce the fourth book’s title during the fest. You had asked for Yelena's opinion but she just shrugged.

Laughter pulls you out of your thoughts. Your gaze moves to Steve, Loki and Bucky joking around off set. Their dynamic had shifted. 

The hostility between the three is almost gone. Loki had confided that he still had doubts up on Steve, which was understandable. Bucky’s confided words ring in your mind.

Three Days Ago.

“I’m worried. It’s so easy to play a character, put on an act. Fake a friendship. Fake a fight. Things get ugly. They did between Steve and I. I know right now they seem sort of good but…” He sighs as he trails off, his head resting on your abdomen. Laying between your legs, the fingers of your right hand running through his hair as his left hand caresses your forearm. 

“It is hard to trust anyone let alone a lost then found friendship.” You smile as he looks up at you.

“Would I stupid to trust him again? I miss him, I feel Loki would feel offended too.” Bucky doesn’t understand why all this seems so trivial amongst everything else ongoing in your lives. 

It ate away at him how he felt he wasn’t being a good friend. 

“James, you’re reconnecting with a lost friend. Reminiscing over memories and lost time. You won’t lose a friend because you gained another. It may feel like that because maybe it happened that way with Loki. You found your best friend in him after Steve.” 

“I’m grateful for Loki. I really am, I miss that mischief maker, the together shoot schedules now have made it better. I just… I miss Steve too. We went through so much.” He brings your hand towards his lips kissing it, azure eyes move away from you.

“I know, why don’t you talk to Loki? You guys haven’t spoken about anything other than the mess, he probably misses you too. You can speak to him about your turmoil with Steve and your reblooming friendship. He’s a smart and mature guy. I'm sure he won’t be as harsh as you may be fearing.” Your advice has him hum.

“You wouldn’t be stupid to trust him. You both know the truth now. It doesn’t excuse his behaviour at all, just explains it. You were hurting,” Your hand brushes over where the metal arm meets his body, “Some nights I know you still are, it's okay, it's okay to be cautious, to be wary. It’s okay to choose to trust him again. You can speak to him about your fears too.” 

Bucky shifts, turning to face you, moving up. He’s holding himself up with one arm. His left hand moves to cup your cheek, stroking the skin. 

“I love you.” He whispers, a smile on his face, “I can’t imagine my life without you. Don’t know how I went by without you for this long.” Your skin heats, it makes him grin wider. “Probably without paying the girlfriend stealing clothes tax.” He beams again. Smug asshole.

“I love you too. I think you were missing a piece and now it all makes sense.” You laugh at your cheesy line, 

“Also I think you love me wearing your clothes.” You giggle when he bites his lip, eyes moving to the old jumper you’ve stolen (borrowed). 

Bucky has your laughter quelled by his lips on yours, you sink in with him.

When Bucky allows you to pull away from him, you’re breathing hard. Hips flush against yours, a leg wrapped around his hips. You whimper as he grinds against you. 

Things had gotten better for you, random touches weren’t anxiety inducing. Both of you had begun to explore more of each other. Seeking out now without fearing shutting down. 

“James–,” You preen, he repeats the movement but harder, “B-baby.” your voice a rasp. He groans, nipping at your bottom lip.

“I want to show you off, I want to tell the world your mine. Fucking tired of keeping us under wraps.” He urges, nudging your jaw with his nose, your head tilts, allowing his lips to move along your neck.

He marks the skin of your shoulder, your legs wrap around him. 

“Need you, James.” Your whimper has him lose his mind.

Carefully crafted control being lost, unravelled by you. He loved it when you used his name. It urged him on, wanting to cause you to spill it from your soft lips again and again. 

“You’re so beautiful, Feather.” He groans when your hips arch seeking him, pleading him. 

“J-James.” 

He meets the plea of his name with a plea of yours. Your fingers tug on his t-shirt. Breaking away it is discarded to the floor, your top follows its path. The way his warm mouth causes goosebumps across your skin. 

Lips wrap around your nipple, hardening the nub. He bites down lightly making you cry out. Your fingers tangled with his hair. Soft moans and gasps filling his living room. 

Bucky looks at you, admiring the way his placed lovebites begin to darken and bloom across your skin. Tongue licking the underside of your breasts and then blowing over the heated skin.

Your jeans come off next.

He stares at the soaked panties, drinking in the magnificent sight before him, “All this for me, Feather?” 

Thumbs massaging your thighs, you can only whimper in confirmation. Your hands trace over his body, lips seeking his skin. 

Bucky senses your hesitation when you don’t nip at his flesh or claim it.

“Mark me as yours, Feather. Make me yours, only yours.” His words accompany him locking your limbs with his, hands wrap around your back, yours around his shoulders. He falls back, effortlessly you’re now above him. 

Straddling him, the material of his jeans straining against him and rubbing over you. You watch him, sensing for any hesitation.

“Baby, if you don’t let me know how your written male characters feel, being marked by their girls. I will be very upset.” He cups your face, seriousness lacing every word.

“You do know how they claim their men.” You tease, hands moving over him as your lips finally follow. You suck at his skin. Marking him and moaning at the way his skin tastes.

“I’m going to make every fantasy of yours come true. And more, I have to give you inspiration don’t I?” His teasing cuts off into a loud moan when the tip of your tongue swirls around his nipple before you bite down, tugging before repeating the action.

“You’re my muse, James. Have been for so long.” Your admission is met by a whimper, “I may have had a version of you in my mind, but you?” You trail kisses down his abdomen, then back up.

“You’re beautiful, kind, funny, so absolutely stunning, You... You’re everything to me. You surpass every thought I’d ever had about you. Every creative thought put to shame compared to you.” You place kisses along the scars of his shoulder. 

“Feather.” He pleads, the way you’re doting on him.

“Yes, my muse?” you chuckle at his eagerness. He feels himself grow harder. 

“Fuck, why is that so hot?” He lets out a breathless laugh.

“Where do you want my mouth, my muse?” You watch the way the flush spreads over his chest, his cheeks, and he meets your eyes. Just a thin ring of blue.

“On mine,” He answers and you bring your lips back to his own. Bucky’s hands and yours sloppily get rid of his jeans and boxers. He cups your ass, the fabric of your panties twists in his vibranium hand and tears. 

You gasp into the kiss, the vein of his cock pressed against you. Being coated in your arousal. The feeling is erotic. Your walls clench in anticipation, clit pulsing with need.

“Feather, I want to take my time, but,” He groans as you shift over him, coating his length as you grind on his cock. 

“Don’t, James, please just, want to think of nothing but you, want to feel nothing but you. Please, my muse.”

The deep timber of his moan only fuels the fire of your need. Hands grip your waist, you lift yourself, his cock now in your hand as you help him in guiding you over him. 

Slowly he helps you sink down on him. You close your eyes as the stretch stings. 

“So good Feather, oh baby you feel that? The way you stretch so pretty around me?” Bucky groans, lifting you back up then having you sink down further.

Despite the stretch the pleasure begins taking over as Bucky guides you to ride him. Your hands on his chest, right below his collar bones. Nails digging in as you increase your pace and alter between grinding on him.

Bucky’s kiss bitten lips are parted, sweat slicked skin and an ethereal glow. Thin azure watches you drinking you in, the way you are a goddess above him. Oh he would worship you. He will.

The coil tightens in your belly when Bucky’s thumb begins to circle your clit, your nails rake down his chest. You want him to cum with you. Bucky wants you to make a mess on him first.

“Lean over, Feather.” You follow what he says, his stubble grazes your breasts, mouth then finding your nipples and then sucking on them. Your walls squeeze his cock.

“Oh you fucking love that don’t you?” 

You only give a high pitched keen as he does it again.

“James— close–,” You moan again at the way he’s causing you to unravel for him.

“You want to know something, Feather?” He says out of breath, fuck he wouldn’t last long with the way you’re wrapped around him. Your walls are spasming, aching to milk him for everything he has to give you.

“Bucky–,” Your head is thrown back at a deeper thrust against a spot, “James–,” You’re calling to him, needing him to ground you. To lift you up. Need him. Your hands move to his shoulders.

“Feather,” Bucky seeks you out before the white hot pleasure begins to take over. He loves how his names are a moulded prayer from your lips, you’re ethereal. He watches the droplet of sweat roll down your body, between the valley of your breasts. He reaches up, tongue capturing the droplet, tracing its path to your throat. 

You respond with a moan, everything is just him, touch, sight, scent, taste.

“You’re my muse, baby.” He says the words and you moan louder, the coil snapping as your back arches.

“You’re my muse.” He repeats as your hand intertwines with his, your lips reaching for his, your walls spasm tightening around him. Bucky’s moans are a prayer to you right onto your tongue.

You take him so well, as he fills you up. The primal part of him is loving how you sink down deeper. Aftershocks run through you and him. Panting filling the room. The kiss broke apart. Bucky sits up slowly, still inside you. 

“James.” You cry out for him. 

“Shh, shh, I got you, I’ve got you.” His hand soothes your hair, he manoeuvres the two of you to lay sideways on the large sectional. Still connected to you.

Your skin is thrumming with Bucky all over you. Kisses, praises, soothing touches. This wasn’t physically exhausting. The emotional aspect taking the two of you under.

You nuzzle into the crook of his neck, your fingers rubbing soft circles through his hair. 

“I love you.” You rasp. He kisses your head.

“I love you.” He places another kiss.

“You are my muse.” He repeats, your walls clench around him.

“I–,”

“If you try to dispute my declaration I will be very angry.” Bucky warns, a light spank to your asscheek.

“I wasn’t–,”

“Feather.”

“Fine. Maybe. I won’t now okay? I believe you.” 

“Good girl.” He says then moans feeling you clench around him, “Fuck.”

“Sorry,” You bite his collarbone playfully, “I have a lot of um, kinks.”

“So do I, we’re facilitating one of them.” He squeezes your side.

“Breeding?” You’re answered with a twitch of his cock and a light thrust.

“We have a lot to discover, Feather. Your blog had quite a bit of insight.” He teases.

“Oh god, what did you read?” You’re never looking at him again.

“Kinktober was fun to read.” He giggles, actually fucking giggles.

“James.” You whine.

“Overstimulation is something I want to explore. Didn’t like how you wrote it with Steve’s character.”

“Hey, Ari is a six foot four bear, we love him.” You defend, looking up at him.

He rolls his eyes, “I’m more cuddly than Steve.”

“Not more than Ari.” You tease, loving how it was riling him up.

“We’re trying overstimulation now. I need you to forget everything but me.” He narrows his eyes, fingers tweaking your nipple in warning.

“James.” You warn.

“Sit on my face?” He counters, “Wanna know how you taste marked as mine.”

“Insatiable.” You kiss his jaw.

“Only for you.” He says, smiling and kissing your forehead.

Present.

Bucky looks up at you from their corner, sending a beaming smile your way. Pulling you out of your thoughts, you shift in your seat. Your thoughts had gone to the smuttier side.

Your boyfriend raises a brow, you have a look on your face. One he recognises and then he smirks cockily.

You look back down at your phone, avoiding his darkeing gaze and the way your cheeks heat you might just start a fire. 

From: Yelena Belova

-Forwarded from HYDRA Publications- 

Dear Ms. Y/L/N,

This email is in regards to your attendance to the literary festival. We would like to inform you that your upcoming release shall be announced at the fest before your signing and interaction time.

We hope to have your manuscript reach us at the earliest. 

Ecstatic to work with you as always.

Best Regards,

Gideon Malick

Editor In Chief

HYDRA Publications

-End of Forward-

Y/N,

I hope you have the last few chapters only remaining. 

-Yelena

You reply to the email, attaching the completed chapters file, password protecting it.

From Y/N:

Hey Yelena,

Thanks for letting me know, I have about 4 chapters to go well, 2 and a half.

Should have it reach you by this weekend, sending you chapters one through twenty six.

Thanks,

Y/N.

“Y/N?” You look up and Ace is standing in front of you.

“Hey.” You smile at them.

“Hey, could you run lines with me? It's for the scene where they have to pack in stealth mode and are having banter.” 

Your eyes move to Natasha, she’s talking to Maria.

“I cleared it with Natasha.” They add, you nod. Putting your phone away then following Ace onto set. 

The suitcase is placed in the centre clothes strewn across the floor. 

Bucky, Steve and Loki pause what they are doing. Choosing to watch the scene instead.

“So the whole finding appropriate clothes and all I want to pack for you are skimpy clothes.” Ace laughs holding a piece of lingerie up.

You laugh, “When I wrote that I didn’t realise it would ever be in a movie.” 

Bucky smiles seeing you from afar.

“Damn you’re in love.” Steve comments, voice low.

“How can he not be?” Loki adds.

“I want forever with her.” Bucky blurts before his eyes widen.

Loki grins, grabbing him by the shoulders, “I call dibs on best man.”

Steve gives a knowing smile, “So you found her then?” 

Loki pauses as Steve’s words register.

“Wait, you were serious about leaving the industry?” Loki whispers, they watch Wanda sneakily filming the scenes of Ace and you laughing and behaving as though bantering best of friends.

“She’s a natural.” Steve comments.

“She is, we haven’t told her yet.” Bucky reminds.

“No wait, Bucky.” Loki blinks several times.

“I will. I meant what I said, plus I’ve earned enough to keep my family and well future family happy and invested well enough for security. I was always going to leave acting once I found my ‘the one’.” He smiles at his best friend.

Loki looks towards you once again, then back at his best friend,“I believe wholeheartedly you both are going to be very happy.” He says making Bucky beam brightly.

Steve pats Bucky’s shoulder, “Happy for you buddy.” 

Dolores walks in and you move towards where the three are standing. The men all have beaming smiles. Loki and Steve are looking at you with almost glassy eyes.

“Uh?” You look at them then at Bucky.

“They’re just emotional over the script.” He explains, raising his hand to brush a strand of hair away from your face. His touch lingers, you lean into his fingertips.

“My heart.” Loki says, you look at him with your nose scrunched in confusion.

“Why do you sound like me when I gush over book couples?” You ask, Steve laughs, little did you know.

Loki just envelopes you in a hug. Your arms wrap around him, “You okay buddy?”

“I’m just simply happy to have you in my life.” He says, your heart warms.

“I’m happy you’re in my life too, Lokes.” 

Natasha calls everyone into their places and the lights are adjusted. Loki pulls away from the hug. 

Bucky wraps his arm around you pulling you to his chest and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Placing a kiss to your skin. You bite your lip to not giggle.

“I love you.” He whispers.

“I love you too.” You whisper.

“Action!” Natasha’s voice has all of you turn and watch the scene acted out as you had moments before. 

Two days later your last page of the manuscript reads ‘The End’ in a cursive font. You pulled all nighters while Bucky had to go out of state for a photoshoot and interview. His flight would be landing in the morning. You were aching to have him back in your arms.

Emailing the ‘as much as you could edit’ manuscript to Yelena you sigh, then decide on sending the file to Bucky as well. You close your laptop lid very happily. The book was the trainwreck you wanted it to be. Alpine curls up on your stomach the warmth from your laptop having your clothes heated just right for her. Her chirps of protest when you try to move have you sit that way for fifteen minutes before she looks up at you with her little cute blue eyes. 

Your mom’s asleep as you hold Alpine and move around checking everything and securing the door. Deciding on a snack you head back to the couch. Alpine’s liquid treat emptied into her bowl. The TV is showing some home improvement show to fill in the silence. You watch it for a few minutes till your snack is done.

Alpine curls near your feet, checking the time it’s four a.m.. Slowly sleep begins to pull at you. Exhaustion crashing in, you decide to sleep on the small sofa in your mom’s room. As the caffeine wears off, you want to be within hearing distance of her. 

Incessant knocking opens pulls you out of your dancing along the edge of sleep. You blink thinking it is your imagination, your phone tells you it's just four fifteen. The knocking comes in again. You grab your phone, and the baseball bat from behind the coat rack. 

911 is pressed ready to be called, you check the peephole. 

“Fucking hell?” You want to go back to sleep. You can’t with this shit. Were you dreaming?

“Open up.” The visitor urges, knocking again.

Alpine hisses, her tail puffed up. Ears twitching. You undo the bolts and allow the hood clad figure to slip in, she pushes her hood down. Red hair falling out of the ponytail.

Alpine hisses again at Dolores.

“Oh please, I didn’t like you either.” She mumbles to the cat.

“Don’t talk to her like that.” You warn.

“Fine, now, listen. I think we can help each other.” She says grinning, opening a small bottle of liquor.

“Uh… Do you need to always keep drinking?” You ask, wondering how deep of an issue it is for Dolores.

“Thank fuck it’s just alcohol and not drugs, those would make me age horribly. Never do drugs, recreational weed is okay.” Dolores sits on the couch. You blink at her, then down at Alpine who still glares at Dolores.

“She never approved of me for her dad.” Dolores narrows her eyes at the furball that you adore.

“Okay, can you get to the point? Why are you here at this godforsaken early hour?” You ask, watching as she downs the mini bottle without flinching at the taste.

“I want to take Alexander down.” She says casually.

“I don’t think I’m the right person–,”

“So four or five weeks ago, he didn’t call you under false pretences to a meeting and he doesn’t have compromising photos of you? Nor does he threaten you with those pictures and possibly pictures he has of other people you care about?” She raises a brow.

You remain quiet, “Keep your voice down, I don’t want my mother knowing any of this.”

Dot presses her index finger to her lips.

“Now, are you an illegal gal or legal gal? Your books scream morally grey but I think you’re real uptight in the real world aren’t you?” She giggles.

“Dolores.” You warn.

“Answer the question, little miss writer.” She urges, leaning forwards, her chin resting on her palm.

You swallow, what the fuck was going on? 

“Why are you asking? Do you have multiple routes to go about this revenge plot of yours? Also why me? I’m not the apocalypse of his privileged life.” You cross your arms, the bat still in your hands.

Dolores shakes her head, “Nah, nah, baby girl. I’m the main attraction here, you’re going to be the first domino.”

“Dolores, I cannot help you–,”

“I was paired with Bucky once, for PR. About three or four years ago. He did the mistake most of us do, falling in love.” She retrieves another bottle from her purse.

“Dot… Would you prefer tea… or anything else?”

“Know what, get me coffee? Please, black no sugar?” She puts the bottle back.

You bring a mug and the brewed jar, pouring it for her. She waits for a moment then pours the vodka into it.

You stare at her blankly.

“As I was saying, Bucky fell in love. I wasn’t, I knew this industry well enough. Nepotism baby you must know this, so I knew falling in love was all surface level bullshit. Everyone cheats at some point. Not those two best friends though. Steve and Bucky, god what a pair.” She sighs then hums while taking a sip of coffee.

“Alexander had basically groomed me, earlier on, it was not ugly at that point he was careful. Just praises here and there. Promises of bright futures and fame. Then when I debuted it started, he was giving me drinks, drugs, and the photos. What man I’d pretend to date. While behind closed doors he’d dote on me, for the longest time I thought he loved me.” she stares at the dark liquid.

“When I was PR paired with Bucky, I was in love with Brock. He hates Alexander but tolerates him. Imagine your own uncle coerces you and has life ruining material on you.” She looks up at you.

“Brock is a victim too?” You can’t fathom, pouring yourself coffee in your empty water glass.

“Yes, he is. Bucky walked in on Brock and I. I won't lie, I slept with Bucky too. I had to keep him hooked. That man can act fucking well but when it comes to PR? It's like he cannot pretend.” She snorts out a laugh.

You wince, their PR sure had you fooled, the kisses, looks of longing, and dates. You shake your head, snapping out of it. 

“So we had a public messy break up, I moved on with Brock. Then Alexander broke us up. He took away the one person I loved and the one person that loved me back.” 

“I’m sorry that happened–,”

“I don’t want your pity.” She glares at you, “I want your help to expose him.”

“He has–,”

“I know what he has, I know how to bypass a lot of it. We’re sleeping together right now. How do you think he got convinced to take me back for your movie adaptation?” She rolls her eyes.

“Now you’re wondering ‘how can I trust Dot’?” She verbalises the burning question.

“Same way I trust anyone else.” You answer, she tilts her head curiously, “Hope for them not to fuck me over.” You smile at her.

“Damn do you ever stop writing?” She runs her fingers through her hair.

It’s your turn to laugh.

“Well, here is to two women who have been fucked over multiple times, trusting eachother not to fuck the other over.” She raises her cup, you raise your glass of coffee.

“Now, what can I do that will make your trust solidify further?” She requests, you purse your lips.

‘Anytime, any day, we’re available, just call the secure line.’ Scott magically produces a card. 

“There are two people I want you to meet.” You open the contact on your phone.

“Nice socialising. Didn’t peg that for you.” She sips on her coffee.

The line rings twice, you hear the click.

“Y/N? Is everything okay? Are you in danger?” Scott asks, he sounds like he wasn’t sleeping.

“I’m not but I hope I didn’t wake you?” You wince remembering the still early time.

“No you didn’t, training starts early, what's up?” you hear a sizzle across the line. He was cooking. 

“I have someone who is willing to aid our cause.” You look at Dot as she uses the remote to flip through the channels on mute.

“Is she represented by Murdock and Barber?” Scott asks, shit you forgot about that.

“She is,”

“Is she?” Scott catches the waiver of your voice.

“Scott, it's too early for me…” You huff.

“Call Murdock and Barber and then call me back, this line doesn’t keep call records.” He flips the pancakes with ease.

“Thank you.” you cut the call and immediately dial Andy’s number.

“Y/N?” Andy’s voice is full of concern.

“How is everyone awake?” You stare at your watch, were you doing something wrong?

“I was actually awake the whole night, is everything okay?” He questions, using his other phone to message Matt.

“I um, can you take on a client?” You ask, fiddling with your sleeve.

“Who is the client?” He questions, opening the contract draft.

“Dolores…” You say, there is silence on the other line.

“Why?” He questions.

“She wants to take down Alexander, she knows about my pictures… Scott said to have her signed before she’s called in…” you wince hearing his curse.

“You called Scott? Before either Matt or I?” He almost yells.

“It's.. I haven’t slept in two days, okay the book took out more than I expected, alright?” You reason.

Andy pinches the bridge of his nose, “I’m sending you a document, ask Dolores to sign every page. Then let me call Scott.”

“Okay, I’m sorry about the whole…”

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll take care of it. Are you sure we can trust her?”

You stay silent.

“Answer yes or no.” He prompts.

“I’d be careful.” You respond.

“Alright, don’t tell her anything. Say all you know is your lawyers are finding a way.” He advises.

“Okay.” 

“And Y/N?” Andy sighs, “Please tell them about your plan today.”

“I will, I’ve called them over to explain everything. Matt and you be there too okay?”

“We will.” He smiles then bids you goodbye.

You send over the signed documents by email to Andy. Dolores passes out on the triple seater, you curl up on the single seater sofa. Alpine curls up next to your head.

Sleep slowly finds you and for once your dreams show happy glimpses and Bucky is in all of them, right next to you. Stroking his thumb over your index finger, over his favourite tattoo.

You avoid Yelena’s scrutinising gaze and look at everyone else. Steve looks at his twin.

“You knew?” He asks, Andy nods.

“I found–,” Andy huffs as Matt elbows him in the ribs, “We found the loophole.” He corrects.

“Feather, are you sure about this?” Bucky looks up from the manuscript draft you had printed and given him. The book was difficult to read not because it was heavy on topics or anything but because it… it was… well. Bucky swallows the lump in his throat.

“This is utter garbage even for you.” Yelena says stealing his words, “Your bullshit at least was better!”

“It has to be rubbish, if you approve it and we send it very close to the dates they may send it for printing sooner.” You defend.

“It isn’t rubbish… it has good scenes but…” Bucky sighs, he hated to see what you were forced to do.

“There is no other way?” Yelena looks at the lawyers.

“If her sales tank and reviews tank below 2.5 stars for three months post release consecutively then they have to let her go from their roster.” Matt recounts.

“What if people still like it? Dedicated fans won’t stop.” Steve shakes his head, he knew from experience there were people who support every venture. Good or pathetic.

“If we leak the book the night before release. Multiple times, it would hurt physical sales.” You add, “Also no pre ordering, opening two weeks physical books only. We’re using their own clause against them.” 

“So what, we're going to email everyone on your newsletter list the leaked copy?” Yelena takes a sip of her drink. She hums, it would help the cause to get you out. 

“Yes, we’re going to orchestrate a hacking, the link will lead everyone to the full book instead of a snippet.” You explain. 

“Why are you ruining your skill and talent?” Steve rubs a hand tiredly across his face, he turns to Bucky. 

Bucky is still looking at you, “You do know this will even hurt your next book, you may be labelled irredeemable. You may not be signed to another publication house, you may not get deals. Have you thought about this?” 

Your lips press into a thin line, eyes locked with stormy blues, “It's my only way out of HYDRA’s contract. I can’t have them, I can’t have him hold my work over my head amongst other things.” 

“Her quality dwindling can be handled by calling it a difficult year.” Yelena says, Sam nods. 

“It would prevent future losses. Even if she decides to go the indie author way.” Sam adds, then looks at Bucky. 

“Talk to her.” Steve whispers. Bucky nods. 

“Can we speak privately?” He looks at you. 

“Yeah…” your nervous fidgeting begins, 

Bucky grasps your hand as he makes his way over to you. Leading you to your room. 

He closes the door, he takes a deep breath while rubbing circles onto your palms with his thumbs. 

“James?” You ask, “Do you not agree?” 

“I need to tell you something, I know we haven’t disclosed our relationship publicly, yet. We know how deep our feelings run. You know my fucked up past and yet you chose to see me as I am, I’m grateful that, I am grateful for you.” He pauses, vibranium palm cupping your cheek,

“You mean so much to me.” 

“I know this might be too much too soon. However I had thought about it a long time ago. Way before the accident took my arm.” He sighs, gathering courage. 

The palm he left, you rest right above his heart. His chest moves with each breath. 

“Tell me, I’m here to listen.” You assure him, he gives you a small smile. 

“I had decided a long time ago, I would leave filming when I found someone I saw my future with,” he allows you to absorb his words. 

“Are you proposing?” You blurt, Bucky laughs. 

“Not yet, Feather. You deserve a much, much better way and also I’d be on my knees.” He kisses your forehead. 

“What I’m trying to say is, I see a future with you and I believe in a future with you. A future in which I can and will take care of you. No matter the repercussions of the decision you’ve taken, I’m going to be there for you.” He promises. 

You understand now, “Thank you. I,” you want to tell him so much. 

“Feather, you don’t have to say anything.” He strokes your cheek. 

“Winnie’s at sunset, I’ll say yes.” Is what you choose to say to him. 

Bucky’s brows furrow then his eyes widen, lips parted followed by a megawatt smile gracing his features. You giggle. 

Bucky lifts you up, your legs wrap around his waist. His lips on yours, laughter slipping in between, Bucky leads you to your bed, walking backwards. 

He sits down, with you straddling his hips, knees on either side of him. He peppers your face with kisses. Amongst your happy laughter and his, the moment wraps around the two of you. 

Bucky cups your face, the kisses shared now slow and languid, so full of love. 

“I don’t know how you knew I’d propose to you only at Winnie’s.” He chuckles, your fingers running through his hair. 

“After seeing that view, I don’t think anywhere else compares honestly.” You kiss his jaw. 

Bucky can’t stop smiling nor can you, hearts so very happy and full. 

HEADLINES:

Who Is Bucky Barnes’ Reason To Blush? We Asked Him About Love and He Shyly Said He Is In Love Currently. 

Fans Losing Their Minds Over Who Could Have Bucky Barnes’ Heart. 

Fans Shipping Actor and Author Duo As They Are Spotted Dancing Around During Dinner Outing With Friends

Steve Rogers Signed With Hugo Boss, Here Are The Steamy Pictures 

Are They Back Together? Bucky Barnes Comes Out To Support Ex Pal Steve Rogers At Literature Fest

Author Y/N Shares Snippet of Book At Name Unveil, Everyone Waiting Eagerly 

HYDRA Acquires Media Rights Of Fourth Book By Author In Tandem With Launch.

A.N.: its about time feather and bucky like did it, also what are you guys thinking about Dolores' change of heart???? Also i wanna apologise for delaying the update, i had a nasty comment come in on one of my one shots and that derailed me as i was writing this chapter. anyways i have decided that im not going to let rude people get me down,

also i will be travelling next saturday for two weeks so i will queue the update, so if you don't want to miss it let me tag you because i won't be able to attach the link to this update or the masterlist for atleast six days

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Whumpcember 2022 - Day 8

@whumpcember - Day 8 ALT Lashing Out Brock Rumlow, The Soldier, Agent Cole, Jack Rollins - 580 words confusion, jealousy, a broken nose

ps: if anyone was ever wondering about what my sweet child Agent Cole actually looks like it's Orlando Bloom in Black Hawk Down:

(my gif, shout out to black and white for covering all manner of sins)

The soldier watches as the youngest and newest of his commander’s team, Agent Cole, sways intentionally to the side and nudges his shoulder up against Rumlow’s as they talk in the hallway of the safehouse - the agent is smiling and there’s the faint trace of red sitting high on his cheeks; the soldier doesn’t know why this makes his chest tighten and his mouth press into a firm line.

He doesn’t like the way his commander laughs under his breath and doesn’t shift away from how close the younger man gets. 

There’s no reason for this level of closeness - the agent and Rumlow are already close enough that they can easily hear each other and if it wasn’t part of the soldier’s training to not listen into other conversations unless explicitly told, he would also be able to hear them. 

The soldier must be making a noise from his throat because Rumlow glances up and away from the agent to look at him and raises an eyebrow before turning back to whatever Agent Cole is saying - that compression in his chest extends into his stomach and makes him feel uncomfortable all over; it twists up inside of him so tight that he should tell his commander that there’s something wrong with his functionality.

The younger man sets a hand on his commander’s shoulder and the soldier feels like his vision tilts to the side as fingertips press in hard enough that he can see the way Rumlow’s shirt dips around the pressure. 

He doesn’t consciously make a decision to move - even if he could, he’s been given orders to stay where he is, orders from his commander that should override everything else but it’s too late to stop, he’s already moving; the soldier’s hands find purchase against Agent Cole’s back, pushing the younger man forward hard and fast enough that there’s no time for the agent to react. 

The soldier follows the movement, crushing his body up along the agent’s back; he doesn’t remember putting a hand along the crown of the younger man’s head but it’s there, forcing the agent’s face back before shoving it up against the hallway wall with a startling, sickening crack - Agent Cole’s breath goes pained, sounding wet like there’s already blood in flooding into his mouth. 

“Soldat.”

One word over the rushing sound of pounding in his ears. 

He stumbles back, turning to face his commander and only peripherally noticing the way that the other agent’s body slumps down onto the hardwood floor. 

The soldier hears the snap, loud over everything else and goes to his knees in front of Rumlow; his commander’s dark eyes are narrowed, mouth pulled into a frown and his insides twist up even more - there’s another sound in his throat, low and keening.

“Report.” Rumlow says and the soldier can hear the anger in his commander’s voice. 

“Agent Cole was too close to the commander.” the soldier starts, his head struggles to make sense of the original cause of the violence he’d just done to Agent Cole - he feels his mouth open and close, his hand moves to his stomach, to where the tangled-up feeling lives, “Uncomfortable tightness here.” 

“Uncomfortable tightness,” Rumlow repeats, saying the words slowly like the commander is testing them out, trying to understand and find the correct punishment for the way the soldier disobeyed. 

“Jesuschrist,” the commander’s second starts and the soldier tenses along his shoulders - he hadn’t even noticed Agent Rollins moving to collect the younger agent from the floor, “it’s fucking jealous Brock.”

[epicstuckyficrecs]

Hi there! I was wondering if you or anyone would be able to help me find this specific fic? I read it sometime around 2019-2020 and believe it was deleted.

The story was explicit, had I think 6-9 chapters in total, completed but the status showed incomplete. I also think the chapters were pretty lengthy? I don’t remember much but I’ll do my best.

So, Bucky was mainly known as James. He and Steve were both coworkers in an office-like setting who hated each other’s guts. They often fought throughout the fic and I believe Steve was noted to be a ladies man. Anyways, they somehow got closer and in one of the chapters, they went to dinner with Pepper and Tony at Tony’s house. I think Brock Rumlow was also there (he bought flowers for Bucky) and I think Steve got jealous of him and intervenes? In another chapter (second last or last), they end up in a hotel, a lady flirts with Steve, Bucky leaves to go to their room and Steve chases after him while people were staring, they reconcile in the bathroom, then they wake up and have pancakes or there was a talk of them.

I also remember a staircase and a car scene sprinkled somewhere too. The summary also talked about how much Bucky hated Steve.

Any info is helpful and appreciated. Thank you!

I don't think I know this fic so I'll leave it to my followers!

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Green and White?

green: I’m probably inspired by literally everything I read. No lie. I love reading what other people come up with. Jealous? I think I’m too old and set in my ways at this point to be jealous of others’ writing. The attention they get, sure, but their writing? Why be jealous when I can just enjoy and admire? Especially since for me personally, the stakes are pretty low.

white: I would like someone to write a fic in which Sam Wilson has been kidnapped by Brock Rumlow (with or without Hydra) and Rumlow is about to enact some Hydra Trash Party awfulness on Sam but Sam deals a death blow and Rumlow croaks but there’s a rip in the multiverse and Leo Barnes (Frank Grillo’s character from the Purge movies) falls through and inhabits Rumlow’s identical form. He and Sam escape Hydra and la di da, Leo is imprisoned by the Avengers and then they decipher that he’s not Rumlow, Rumlow is dead, and Leo can’t go back but he’s all “well, there’s nothing for me there and also it’s a hellhole” and he joins the Avengers and he gets heart eyes over Sam and Sam is all “yeah, why not; that is one nice jawline after all” Bonus points if he consensually doms Leo.

yes, this is a bedtime story in my head that would be quite the labor of love that only like, two other people would read, hence, I haven’t written it

[psychiccatpanda]

Tony Stark Bingo August Party - Never have I ever written a Tony rarepair fic

So a bunch of us played Never Have I Ever during the most recent TSB Bingo Party and I'm sharing the links for the works shared here! Hope you enjoy! 😊

For this question, we defined "rarepair" as less than 1,000 fics on Ao3. Many of these have less than 100! 😮

@polizwrites - Going All In. (fanfic) Rating: Explicit. Tony Stark/Brock Rumlow. In the wake of his parents' death, Tony gets his aggressively flirty bluff called by a junior SHIELD agent who is apparently not as straight as anyone (including himself) thinks.

@psychiccatpanda - Because I could not stop for Death - (He kindly stopped for me). (fanfic) Rating: Teen+. Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes/Pepper Potts. Howard Stark and his wife are wealthy industrialists looking for an entrance into polite society. Lord and Lady Potts are aristocrats one sneeze away from the poorhouse. Their heirs will marry and both sets of parents will get what they want... as long as everything goes According To Plan. (Hint: it doesn't). [a Corpse Bride AU]

tinystark616 - 1, 2, 3 (Her, You, and Me). (fanfic) Rating: Explicit. Tony Stark/Pepper Potts/Steve Rogers.

Steve tries to organize his thoughts as Tony resumes his typing, wanting to say something, anything that doesn't sound completely stupid. "Who… Um. Who are you arranging a threesome with?" "Pepper." Steve's jaw drops again. "You want me to have sex with your ex-girlfriend?" "Nope," Tony says, his eyes leaving the screen just to focus on Steve again. "I want both of us to have sex with my ex-girlfriend. That's what threesome means." Or, Steve lets it slip that he would like to have sex with a woman, and Tony doesn't want Steve to miss out on anything.

@polizwrites - Try, (Tri) Again. (fanfic) Rating: Explicit. Tony Stark/Eddie Brock/Venom. Gentle!Dom Tony's hard limits prevented him from giving sub!Eddie the painplay he craves; Eddie's new acquaintance becomes the key to everyone getting what they need.

@psychiccatpanda - This Is Not Gardening (You Can't Fool Me). (fanfic and moodboard). Rating: General. Tony Stark/Clint Barton/James "Rhodey" Rhodes. Tony and Clint are waiting for Rhodey to come back from his run. Tony's got an event later that day, but some things are more important than galas.

@somesortofitalianroast - Sign on the dotted line. (fanfic). Rating: Teen+. Tony Stark/Scott Lang. Before officially agreeing to be the Avengers Alpha, Scott Lang wants to make sure that a) he and Tony Stark are compatible, and b) Pepper Potts won’t kill him in a jealous Alpha rage were he to need a Heat Share. [a/b/o universe]

@psychiccatpanda & @polizwrites - The Devil Is in the Details (Sign on the Dotted Line). (fanfic) Rating: Teen+. Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton.

Things go from bad to worse when Tony Stark accidentally summons a demon while trying to cook his mother's osso bucco for Ty to woo him back. Bucky and Clint are just demons working for the weekend. Only they're in Hell and there aren't any weekends. But, if they collect enough souls and fulfill enough contracts, they'll be able to pass the business on to two pairs of lost souls to do their work for them. (Yes, the soul collection business is a multi-level marketing scheme. Remember, this is Hell.) What happens when these two worlds collide?

Hope you enjoy these!! 😊

[loveforpreserumsteve]

Most Likely (high school reunion Stucky fic)

Eleven:

What in the fuck just happened?

Not even a full hour and Steve was already leaving the casual get together. Christ, Bucky was insufferable. Truly, Jesus fucking Christ, that must've been a record for running someone off. At least a personal record. Usually the rare few dates that he had gone on had them lasting for at least an hour. More if a movie was involved.

But he really fucking blew it with Steve.

But he already knew that.

He blew it with Steve the moment Peggy asked him on a date, and instead of being happy for his best friend, his jealous heart told him to push him away. Blew it with him when he faked being happy about Steve having a girlfriend. And after that, it had only gotten worse. Bucky only let Steve down even more.

Getting drunk at Brock Rumlow's house. Passing out in Brock's parents' bedroom after hooking up with Natasha. Being too heartbroken and guilty to return any of Steve's texts. Than, feeling even guiltier and scared when that first, second, fifth pregnancy test came out positive.

He didn't think he could ever face Steve again, so he pushed him away. Ignored him. Betrayed him.

While Steve started school, Bucky went to work at his grandpa's shop while taking night classes. Doing his best to provide for Natasha and their unborn child. Putting everything that he had into being the best dad he could be. And when he and Nat went down to the City Hall to get married, Bucky tried to tell himself that Steve didn't need to be there. That Steve was better off not being involved.

Lifting his beer to take another drink, Bucky realized that it was empty. Fuck, Bucky groaned in annoyance. Annoyance that his beer was gone. Annoyance that there was a line for the open bar. Annoyance at his former classmates who were actually having a good time. Annoyance that Steve left. But first and foremost, annoyance with himself.

It's all your fault, the pesky voice in the back of his head reminded him.

"Another! Who wants another?"

A familiar voice boomed somewhere in the room. A smile stretched his lips as he looked around, trying to see the Viking-esque kid from his memories and the European History teacher's son. That kid was always so happy and kind, and from how his voice traveled, it sounded as though not much had changed.

Bucky could only wish that that had been the case with him.

Shaking his head and the negativity of his memories and jealousies, Bucky redirected his attention to the front. Taking a step up in the line, he vowed that he'd drink enough until he could forget about Steve Rogers. Or at least enough to forget about how Steve's smile made his stomach fill and flutter with butterflies. Or enough to forget about the way Steve's eyes twinkled whenever he talked about art. Or enough to forget about –

"Jimmy? Jimmy Barnes?"

Turning, Bucky found the god-like man. And while Thor had always been a big, muscular guy, but now he was enormous! It definitely took Bucky by surprise. Making him wonder if there had been something in the water since the two blonds had gotten even bigger and better since high school.

"You look incredible," Thor complimented, pulling the brunet in for a hug.

Patting the former four time national championship football star on the back, Bucky said, "Thanks, man. You look great too!"

Same grin from their youth plastered on Thor's face as he asked, "What have you been up to?"

"I'm the automotive teacher."

"That's great!" Thor gave Bucky's broad shoulder a tender squeeze, clearly the man was already buzzed. "That's really, really great!"

Bucky nodded, and he was fine. He was. He was totally fine with the fact that he was there with their former classmates instead of Steve. He was definitely fine with the realization that the only person that Bucky truly cared about reconnecting with was Steve, but Steve – clearly – didn't feel the same. Or he would've stayed, right?

Bucky shook his head. He didn't want to think about Steve. Nope! No more Steve! He was off limits from now on!

But then Thor asked, "Have you seen Steve? Steve Rogers? People are saying that he got all big and muscly, and since I'm a personal trainer, I wanna know what he did."

Swallowing thickly, Bucky clenched his hands into fists at his sides. He had never been the closest to Thor, but that was true to almost all of their classmates. And since Bucky and Steve had been two peas in a pod growing up, it probably seemed natural to ask one where the other was.

Maybe that was why Bucky felt so guilty. Because everyone assumed that – just like their senior award – he and Steve would remain best friends for forever. And it was Bucky's fault why they weren't.

He felt sick.

He felt dirty.

He needed a drink.

"Um," Bucky feigned thought as he looked around and lied, "Maybe he went to the bathroom."

"Right," Thor nodded, looking around the room just like Bucky had.

"I'm, uh, gonna..." Bucky gestured towards the bar.

Nodding, Thor pulled Bucky in for one last hug before finding another former classmate, "Dum Dum?! Dum Dum Dugan?! Where the hell have you been hiding?!"

While the muscular blond went to talk with Bucky's brother-in-law, Bucky moved closer to the bar. Thankful that the line had shortened and now only one person stood in front of him. Thankful that his sister and brother-in-law were there so he could drink as much as he wanted and not have to pay for a cab back home. Because he very much intended to drink as much as he could if only to forget about stupid Steve Rogers and his puppy dog eyes and perfect smile.

[nekoannie-chan]

May Sneak Peak

What happened? (Michael Morbius & Reader) Secrets chapter 11 (Steve Rogers X OC, Brock Rumlow X OC) Jealous (Steve Rogers X Reader) Accidental view (Steve Rogers X Reader) Secrets chapter 12 (Steve Rogers X OC, Brock Rumlow X OC) Huge mistake (Steve Rogers X Reader) Breakfast (Steve Rogers X Reader) Secrets chapter 13 (Steve Rogers X OC, Brock Rumlow X OC) She (Brock Rumlow X Reader (platonic, one-way), Jack Rollins X Reader) Light (Steve Rogers X Reader) Secrets chapter 14 (Steve Rogers X OC, Brock Rumlow X OC) Not my world part II (Steve Rogers X OC) Slow (Steve Rogers X Reader) ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

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Jealousy Brock Rumlow? Pretty pretty please.

HC, Drabble whatever. No one else seems to simp for Brock like you do and I neeeeddd him.

I'll do it as a HC!

My Girl

You weren't exactly anything special, a cog in the Hydra machine at best, with a focus on aiding in tactical and efficient strategies. Which is how you met Brock.

He was a top commander and both despised and adored by the top brass. He'd done so much for them that he was practically untouchable.

So no one said anything as he wooed you, even if technically it wasn't allowed.

You somehow won over Brock's hardened heart and you saw a completely new side of him.

He was caring and protective, almost to a fault, but he also showered you with flowers and day trips to beautiful places. He was well and truly sweeping you off your feet.

It was months into your relationship before you noticed the slight twitch in his jaw whenever a waiter spent too much time tending to you, or the doorman at your buildings gaze lingered over your figure too long.

You thought it was sweet that regardless of how over the moon you were for him he still felt possessive over you.

He never crossed a line about it though. Not initially anyway.

There were moments you saw it. A tightened grip on your hip, a possessive and bruising kiss, maybe even possessive words mumbled into your neck as he came deep within your womb.

Still for the most part when it came to you he was uncharacteristically sweet and kind.

After he proposed and you got married it was a little more obvious. He referred to you frequently as "My Girl" or "My Wife" when talking to friends or colleagues. The possessive language an increasing turn on for you.

You tried to poke a little at the jealous monster you knew existed inside your husband, but it never worked when you tried to be intentional. You only ever got to see glimpses of the darkness you craved in him..

When the powers that be became worried about security no one was surprised when he insisted that even non-combat staff should be able to fight. Doling out training schedules and making sure everyone met his expectations.

Unfortunately you weren't the most combative, and while you mastered his defensive plan you we're still deemed highly vulnerable because you really only kept yourself from getting hurt.

So, in an attempt to get better and stop embarrassing your husband you asked a couple of the guys to help you one on one a little bit. You didn't think Brock would mind, and it was considered imperative to get everyone prepared.

A few days of one on one went by and while you doubted you were improving they weren't as harsh as Brock and you understood the fundamentals a bit better.

You genuinely didn't understand your mistake until Toby, the man who was helping you, had you pinned to the mat and was walking you through getting out of his hold. That was the moment Brock chose to walk in, and suddenly the room was charged with danger.

Brock's eyes calculated the situation, and he barked out a harsh, "Get out." As he stalked over to you.

As Toby shuffled away Brock made his way toward you, bumping the shorter man with his shoulder as their paths crossed, before he was sticking a hand out to help you up.

You took his hand and rose to your feet, only to immediately find Brock's hand fisted in your ponytail as his other hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you tight to his body. You shivered against his hard body in anticipation.

"What the hell did I just walk in on?" He bit out at you, as your hands found the belt loops of his work cargo pants pulling yourself towards him. The sexual energy charging around you, even as your face flushed with embarrassment.

"I just wanted someone to try and help me get better," you mumbled. "I didn't want to embarrass you."

The hand in your hair jerked your head back so he could look into your eyes, "You think you embarrass me?" You nodded as best you could, "Baby, your my girl. I wanted to kill a man for putting his fucking hands on you, and you think I'm the one who should be embarrassed?"

"You just are always so put together and confident- I don't want you to regret me you know?" You confessed.

"Is that what you think?" His eyes searched yours.

"Brock?" You asked, as his eyes darkened, he walked your body back against a padded wall as he ran his nose along the column of your neck.

"You think I'm going to regret you? Baby the only think I regret is not making sure you knew exactly where I stand, and you let someone else's hands touch you so obviously I've failed."

With that he tore through your leggings and panties, before two fingers toyed at your entrance. Your head hit the padded wall as his lips finally attacked your neck, and you groaned audibly under his ministrations.

The scruff of his face marred your skin as he alternated between marking your skin and claiming your lips in brutal kisses.

"Spent so much time trying to keep you separate from the rest of me, but I think it's time you get the full picture. I'm not a nice man sweetheart, and I want to wreck you."

"You're mine, princess," he hissed as his deft fingers assaulted your weeping hole. "You better come to grips with that real fuckin' quick."

Once he was satisfied with the slick coating you his fingers made their way into your soaked core while he bit and sucked at your neck. You knew he'd leave a pretty purple bruise on your skin, and it only made your hips buck desperately into his hand.

"I don't want someone else's hands on my wife babygirl, you understand? I'll kill the next one," he hissed as he pounded into you.

"You're going to learn that you're my girl little one," Brock hissed as he freed his cock and plunged into you.

Your moan echoed in the empty gym as you were filled to the hilt, the brutality of his thrust spurring you on

"Y-yes," you studdered in time with your hips as pleasured blurred everything except Brock.

"Tell me honey," he groaned as your walls fluttered around him. "Tell me who you belong to."

"I'm, I'm yours," you whimpered. "Brock please." You edge was approaching quickly between his skilled ministrations, the possessive words, and the adrenaline of the public space.

"There's a fucking good girl," he said in time with his thrusts as he worked your clit with the kind of ferocity he usually had on missions. In that moment you were his mission though. "Cum for me, show me this cunt even knows who it belongs to."

It seemed it did, because at his command you fell apart around him followed shortly by his own release.

As you leaned against him catching your breath you smiled into his shoulder, "You know Brock he's been training for a little bit."

You pulled away to see his face, and confused quickly gave way to the dark glint you'd craved for so long. "Guess I'll have to show you just how thoroughly mine you are." He grinned down at you.