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SEBASTIAN STAN GOLDEN GLOBES 2025

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How to cure a grump (5)

Summary: You’re losing your job on Christmas.

Pairing: CEO/Boss!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: grumpy Bucky, mistaken identity, kinda fake dating trope, snowed-in trope

How to cure a grump (4)

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On Christmas Eve, the room is crowded with family, friends, neighbors, and, well, your former boss. He still sticks out with his expensive suit, polished shoes, and his whole aura.

Oddly, people like to chat with him. Bucky is a natural when it comes to wrapping people around his finger.

You can’t do much about it tonight. If you yell at him, drag him out of the room, or, what you love to imagine, choke the life out of him for being a jerk, people could get suspicious.

Smiling at the thought, you hide in a corner, watching Bucky joke with the people who do not know what an asshole he truly is.

You grit your teeth and huff. It was foolish of them to judge the book by its cover this time. Yes, he’s got a pretty façade, but deep down inside, Bucky Barnes is rotten. You’re sure about it.

“Why the face?” Your mother nudges your side. “People love him, Munchkin. No need to worry. We all hated John from the beginning, and he turned out a jerk. Trust our instinct.”

Bucky looks your way, watching you when you’re not looking. He can still feel your lips and wonder what came over him. Not two days ago, you were nothing but an employee to him, and then he kissed you.

“Man, you dismantled Walker like a pro,” your cousin laughs and shakes Bucky’s hand. “About damn time someone put him in his place. I’d done the same, but Y/N didn’t want me to say a thing. She told me to let it slip and moved across the country instead.”

“So, I heard,” Bucky hums. “Y/M/N told me they had a business together. A company?”

“Uh—they wanted to open a business together. John not only cheated on her but also stole her idea. She’s so smart and wastes her time at the office. I heard her boss is a jerk too, letting her work overtime and do her colleague’s work.”

“He must be an asshole,” Bucky replies with a smirk. He loves hearing all the insults your cousin calls your boss. “Did she tell you all about him?”

“No. Y/N never complains. She only said she’d take the next flight because she had to stay later this week too. Y/N was always too good for this world. Helped everyone around, you know,” your cousin brags. “I just know she offers her help to co-workers, and they tried to take advantage of her kindness.”

“I think Y/N is capable of putting people in their place too,” Bucky replies. He appreciates that your cousin tries to defend you but knows you better. “No one takes advantage of her.”

Your cousin grins before patting Bucky’s shoulder. “I already like you.” He chortles. “Oh, I gotta take care of my girl now.”

Bucky nods, as his eyes drift toward you again. Ever so often his mind drifts back to the moment he kissed you.

“You’re staring,” your aunt chuckles, catching Bucky staring at you. “I know you’re head over heels for my niece, but don’t undress her with your eyes while being around her family.”

“What?” Bucky dips his head to glance at your aunt.

She chuckles again and pats his arm. “Aw, don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. I know Y/N is lovely.”

Bucky furrows his brows. All he did was look your way. Why your aunt thinks he had something dirty in mind is beyond him.

“Phew...that was…nice,” Bucky says as you watch your mom say goodbye to the last guest, your aunt. “Do you always host a Christmas party for the neighbors and half of town?”

“Most of our neighbors would be alone on Christmas Eve, just like my mom. They are long divorced, widowed, and their kids don’t come around before or after Christmas,” you explain while Bucky watches you. “And family is family, you know. They all have their own family and will spend the rest of Christmas and New Year’s Eve with them.”

He nods thoughtfully and says, “I guess you’re better at opening your home for people. My parents only ever hosted Christmas parties for business partners.”

“Figures,” you bite your tongue and curse yourself for your response. “I meant it’s smart to invite business partners for Christmas. They feel valued that way.”

Bucky quirks a brow but says nothing. He’ll let it slip, knowing you’re not wrong.

“Anyway,” he fakes a yawn. “It was a long day, and I need to call Steve in the morning. He needs to take care of a few things while I’m stuck here.”

“And whose fault is that?” You huff. Bucky still tries to blame you for his friend’s mistake. “I didn’t ask you to come here.”

“Yours,” he grins. “You made me come out here.”

“It was your friend not telling you about our conversation.”

“Relax,” he laughs. “I know it was Steve messing shit up, okay. You’re not to blame.” Bucky got up from the couch, just in time to bid your mom goodnight.

She furrows her brows as your former boss makes his way upstairs.

“Munchkin, don’t you want to join him?” She snickers when you roll your eyes. “I know you did more than cuddle. You’re a grown woman and have needs. I understand, Y/N. With a man like James around, a woman can get all tingly.”

“Mom!” You groan. “It’s not like that.”

“I know love is tough. How about we call it a day, and you can go back to denying you don’t like the handsome man sleeping under my roof? She flashes you a warm smile before pulling you into a hug. “Maybe he’s a little snobby on the outside, but I think James has a good heart. He’s just not used to showing it…”

Once again, you toss and turn. Your mother’s words still echo in your mind, and your lips still tingle from Bucky’s kiss.

“Christ, get over it. It was one fucking kiss,” you groan and slam your fist into the mattress. “It wasn’t even that good. Even if he tasted good and his lips perfectly fit with yours. Stupid... just stupid. He’s an asshole who fired you two days before Christmas.”

You turn on your side and decide to sleep it off. Soon Bucky will be out of town and out of your life. When he’s gone, you can try to explain to your mother who he is…

“Hmmm…” you murmur in your sleep. Somehow, you’re warm, very warm. It feels like a heating blanket wrapped itself around your body to keep you warm—or rather hot. “Fuck…warm.”

Wiggling in your sleep, you try to fend the heat off. You groan and shift again as it’s too heavy. “Warm…” Your eyes slowly open as you try to turn in your bed. It’s impossible. Something, or rather someone, wrapped himself around your body. “What the fuck!”

“What? Where?” Bucky jolts up on your bed. He looks at you lying next to him. “What are you doing in my bed?”

“What am I doing in your bed?” You sit up and huff. “This is my room and my bed. Get out! This is not some case of only one bed!”

“I—” he looks around the room, frowning deeply. Bucky ruffles his disheveled hair, trying to remember how he ended up in your bed. “Did we—?” He looks you up and down, licking his lips.

“What? NO!” You slap his chest, realizing too late he’s not wearing a shirt. “We didn’t have sex! Did you drink yourself to sleep?”

“Maybe I got a little drunk,” he murmurs and falls back onto your bed. Just now you smell the alcohol on him. “I was so lonely, and Steve ignored my calls. He fucked my vacation up, and now I’m stuck here and can’t even—”

You watch him turn on his side. “Hey, go back to your room.” You poke his back, but Bucky won’t budge. “What did I do to deserve this?”

You sigh and fall back on your pillow. There’s no way you can move Bucky. Turning your back on Bucky, you huff. “If your hands wander, you’ll lose them…”

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New Year Coming In

Pairing: Boyfriend! Jake Jensen x Girlfriend! Reader

Summary: You and Jake may have signed up for more than you can handle to start off the new year with a bang.

Word count: 1,514

Content/warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, smut, p in v unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), cum eating, kissing, exhausted sex, aftercare, Jake and his glasses and his hair and his beefy body and his everything

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR!! I hope you all enjoy this Jakey crackfic that took over my mind at 2am. Please, feel more than welcome to screech with me about it. And a special little thanks to @brandycranby for a line of dialogue.

Comments, reblogs, and asks are especially appreciated!

Dividers by @strangergraphics

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The idea sounded perfect at first. Jake was happy to indulge you. Heck, it felt amazing for him, too. He got to welcome the new year with a good release, pleasing himself and the woman he loves. But oh man, if he didn’t wish he met you sooner before, this was the one thing that would get him pleading for it to be 2001 all over again, even if he had to relive the awkward years to avoid death by dehydration. Never mind how old the two of you were back then, he would’ve time traveled for it to be that year with you now.

A nice year would’ve been 2004, too. Coming four times in one session was something he could do with his eyes closed. Except he hadn’t, his eyes were peeled open, looking at the bright screen, in the times where he remembered being locked in his dark bedroom with his first laptop. Four times, easy. Really, even ten times, 2010. It would’ve had to have been parsed out over the course of the day, but he could’ve done it without complaint. Except, for the year 2025, the two of you had gotten a late start, not realizing how long and how much 25 rounds would take out of you. The agreement being 25 times, for each of you.

Not that he wanted to complain, but Jake Jensen never thought that he would’ve seen the day where he thought it was too much sex. And yet, here he was nearly drained. He laid on his back, cheeks ruddy, glasses crooked, bleached strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as he looked up at you with hooded eyes. His pupils were dilated in bodily satisfaction, just barely able to focus on you as you bounced on top of him, chasing your 12th simultaneous orgasm.

The sheets had been discarded long ago to the side, leaving you both exposed to the air in the room that was steadily rising in temperature, the sweat on your bodies lingering.

His fingertips dug into your thighs, sore hips sloppily raising to meet yours. Just enough sensation remained in his dick to feel you begin to clench in closeness as you reached down to rub your clit, tipping yourself over the edge with Jake joining you. His eyes squeezed shut and his chest heaved, nothing coming out of him despite the sensation of overstimulation that had overwhelmed him. In fact, he had shot blanks for the last three orgasms, too.

While you both came down from your highs, puffs of humid air filling the narrow space between your mouths as you leaned down to kiss Jake, he looked up at you, his face a mix of pure exhaustion, lined faintly with dopey satisfaction, but also a little worry. He hummed against your lips, pressing his forehead to yours to get just enough leverage to speak.

“Baby, I don’t think I can get to 25. We’re at 12 and my dick is gonna fall off.”

You giggled, pulling away and placing a hand on Jake’s cheek, thumb brushing back and forth.

“Okay, okay. How about this, what if we just make it 25 total?”

Jake furiously nodded his head, grateful for the reprieve. Between the two of you now, you’d reached 24. He could get you to 25. Hopefully. He knew his body was past halfway to limp, sucked dry, but maybe you weren’t as much of a noodle. Maybe you had one more in you.

Just when he thought he could take a breather, though, the both of you looked over your shoulder at the TV that had been softly playing in the background. In the top corner by the year’s newest pop sensation was a countdown clock to the new year. It had just reached under ten minutes.

Your head snapped back forward and your gaze met your boyfriend’s, the both of you panicking with eyes as wide as saucers. You had to make your deadline and time was dwindling quickly! But Jake swiftly jumped into action, tugging your hips in a gesture to pull you up his body. There was no way he had the time to recover and go another round, but this was dire!

“Use my face. USE MY FACE!” he urged you as he frantically pulled his glasses off and set them on the bedside table. You shuffled forward on your knees, his limp dick sliding out of your puffy entrance, filled with multiple rounds of your combined release. You moved so quickly to hover over his head that it didn’t have time to seep out of you before Jake yanked you down to his mouth with a firm grip by his large hands.

In an instant, his tongue was inside you, laving at your still spasming pussy, drinking down your wetness as his nose nudged your clit, coaxing it back to a stage of readiness. In seconds, he had you whining, grinding your hips against his face, begging for more attention on your sensitive nub. Jake could tell exactly what you needed, moving his mouth upwards, goatee lightly scratching your labia as he did so, and latched on to your clit, tongue working in tandem with the suction he was creating.

As if he still weren’t close enough to you, he used his hands to press on your plush thighs, squeezing you closer to him when he sucked harder. A new wave of arousal flowed through you, confirmed by Jake’s satisfied hum that sent a shockwave out from your core and across your limbs.

Your arms flailed, searching for something to hold onto, one reaching the headboard, the other drifting down into his damp locks. As you fisted his hair, you made brief eye contact with him, a smile on his face evident by the creases at the corner of his bright blue eyes when he reached up and tweaked a nipple towards the end of his focus range. Jake could just barely make out the scene above him, squinting slightly, when you fought throwing your head back in pleasure.

You might have felt like ecstasy was about to make your body implode, but you would’ve held on for just how pretty the sight of your boyfriend was, enjoying this moment underneath you, trying to feed your insatiable appetite for him. You were so zoned in to his every feature that he caught you by surprise when he did that thing with his tongue, guaranteed to make you topple over the edge every time.

You barely caught the image of him winking at you in reassurance that he wanted you to let go as you squeezed your eyes shut and your fists clenched hard, the headboard creaking. Jake let out a groan against your pussy that sent another tingle up your spine, causing you to call out, “Ah, Jake!” when you careened over the cliff once more.

Jake broke the suction of his mouth, gently easing you off of him, his strong arms setting you into the mound of sheets that laid at his side. He had regained just enough life in his legs to jet to the bathroom quickly to clean himself up, returning with a warm, damp towel which he used to tenderly wipe between your legs. He discarded it, tossing it into the hamper as fast as he could.

Jake settled back into bed, slipping his glasses back on and looking at the countdown clock on the television which had just dipped below 30 seconds, as he pulled your naked body on top of his, a sleepy smile filling your face, eyes closed peacefully. You hummed contentedly, finding comfort pressed against his beefy torso as his one arm wrapped around your shoulders, the other hiking your knee up for you to toss your leg over his slim waist. Your head settled on his shoulder, nearly face-to-face with him, just in time for the final countdown.

Both of your gleaming smiles matched each other when the ball dropped and you lifted yourself up to kiss him, lips dancing slowly, reverently. There was no longer a rush. The two of you could just enjoy each other as you rang in the new year with a definite bang.

As you pulled away, gasping for air, you resettled yourself down with your ear right over Jake’s heart, your hand moving to idly rub over his belly as the two of you watched confetti fall over Times Square on the screen.

“Got any resolutions, babe?” you slurred.

Jake blew out a contemplative breath, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as his fingertips teased up and down your arm. He clicked his tongue in thought, “Maybe presenting the suggestion to you that we take the square root of the year and do that many orgasms instead from here on out. That way in 2064, when we’re old and wrinkly, we’ve only gotta do eight. And in 2081, our frail bones can settle for nine.”

You laughed along with his warm chuckle that rumbled his chest and nodded. “Good idea, Jakey.”

Bonus A/N: My life’s dream is to drain Jake’s body like this. Thank you.

Taglist: @hawkeyes-queen @ronearoundblindly @mercurial-chuckles @steviebbboi @thiquefunlover63

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# going into friday like…

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Torn in two (2)

Summary: It should’ve been the happiest day of your life.

Pairing: Mobster!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader, Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (platonic for now)

Warnings: heavy angst, Steve being the worst, cheating, lies, deception, sadness, arranged marriage, unrequited love, hurt & comfort, love-struck Bucky, a hint of possessive Bucky, virgin reader (mentioned)

Catch up here: Torn in two

“We should call someone and tell them that you’re still alive,” Bucky murmurs. He’s seated on the floor, next to the old armchair you are sitting in. “Do you want me to make the call?”

“No one cares for me,” you reply, too tired and emotionally drained to face Steve, your father, or anyone else right now. “Why would I want them to know that I’m still alive? They’d only try to dictate my life again.”

“Y/N, we can’t sit here forever. If you do not return, your father and Steve will go rampant, believing one of our enemies kidnapped or hurt you.”

You snort. “None of our enemies could hurt me deeper than my father and Steve did. Steve lied to me all this time. He knew about my feelings and used them against me. He’s worse than any enemy.”

“Doll, I know you’re hurting, but we cannot stay here for much longer. I swore loyalty to Steve’s family,” Bucky scoots closer to you to touch your hand. “How about we get you something else to wear first? I’ll bring you to my apartment; you can get cleaned up, and I’ll call your father in the meantime.”

You shake your head. All you want to do is curl into a ball and stay here forever. There’s nothing outside these walls waiting for you. No loving husband. No future. No supporting father. Nothing but hurting and betrayal.

Bucky sighs. He was more patient with you than any other man in your life. You feel sorry for him. He came all the way to find you for his friend.

“I’m sorry he sent you to find me,” you sniff. “Steve has this influence on people. He wraps them around his finger, and you don’t even realize he fucked you over.”

“Language, young lady,” Bucky imitates your father’s voice. “A lady doesn’t cuss.”

“I cuss as much as I want to, Barnes.” You stick your tongue out before bursting into laughter, followed by a crying fit.

Bucky gets up from the floor. He suddenly grabs you and sits back down to hold you in his lap. You’re too shocked to stop him from wrapping you in a warm hug.

“Everything is going to be alright, doll. Don’t worry. We can fix this,” he murmurs into your neck while running one warm hand up and down your back.

“How?” You sniffle. “How can we fix this mess? I—I don’t want to stay married to a man despising and lying to me. I don’t want to have sex with him and give him an heir. Likewise, I’d rather stay a virgin than let him touch me. Not only that, but I’d vomit in his face if he tried to get his hands on me.”

Bucky stiffens at your admission. He knew your father was a strict man and held you in a golden cage, protecting you even from your friends.

“Doll, I won’t let him touch you.” His hold on you turns possessive. You can feel him tense as you bury your face in Bucky’s neck. “He cannot touch you! Not after he ruined your trust in him.”

“What can I do now? I was so confident when you arrived, but I have nothing if I refuse to stay married to Steve. I’m fairly sure my father will not allow me to live the life I want.”

“What life do you want?” Bucky is the first man to ask you about your wishes. “It’s only the two of us. You can tell me, Y/N. I won’t judge you.”

“How about a cabin in the middle of nowhere? It’s nestled in the woods, and there’s a nice lake,” you dreamily run your hand over Bucky’s back as you go lax in his arms. ”I know it’s not a big dream, but I find it romantic to live there. I’d be unbothered by Steve, my father, and their business.”

“It’s a nice dream,” he nuzzles your neck and inhales your scent deeply. Bucky never got the chance to get closer to you. Only when Steve and your father were around. “You could go skinny-dipping.”

You giggle against him. “Don’t make fun of me, Bucky.”

“I wouldn’t dare make fun of you, baby. That’s the last thing I want is to make fun of you or hurt you. I’d never hurt you. I swear.” Bucky sounds honest, but you trusted Steve too, and everything he told you were lies. “You need some sleep. Let me take you home.”

“I don’t want to go to Steve,” you start to cry again. “Please don’t bring me home to him. He’ll hurt me! I can’t…I don’t want to.”

“Doll, Y/N,” Bucky coos. “I meant my home. No one is going to hurt you at my home. We should hurry, though. It won’t take them long to find us here.”

“Still nothing?” Steve huffs as his men return, empty-handed. “What am I paying you for?” Your husband is furious. He throws a tantrum like the man child he is. Deep down inside, he knows it’s his fault you ran, though he’d never admit his mistake.

“Rogers, calm down,” your father grunts. “Y/N is not going to run away from this marriage. Maybe she got a little scared, just like her mother. She will return soon and behave like the good girl I raised her to be.”

Steve wrinkles his nose. If it were up to him, he’d call things off and marry Peggy.

Bucky’s home looks different than you expected. It’s spartan but cozy in its own way. He has warm blankets and soft pillows. The most unexpected thing you discover lies on his couch. A white cat, with blue eyes, matching Bucky’s.

“That’s Alpine, my cat,” he nervously says. “Don’t worry. Alpine is a nice cat. Her presence is calming in a hectic life. Go ahead. You can pet her.”

“Hi,” you sniffle as you sit down. “You’re a pretty girl, huh?” You coo as the cat jumps onto your lap. Alpine meows before sniffing at your wedding dress.

“I’ll get you fresh clothes, and you can take a shower. Maybe I can buy you some time by leading Steve and his men on the wrong track. Relax. You’re safe here, with me.”

You nod and start patting Alpine. He’s right. Her presence is calming.

“I’ll take a shower,” you murmur. “Maybe tomorrow, I will see things clearer.”

Watching Bucky pace around the living room, you wonder if he’ll keep his word. For now, all you can do is trust Bucky.

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Life cycle of our Sun, from beginning to end~

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Flickering

You can’t reach the fucking bulb.

It started flickering two days ago. Since you were the biggest bookworm in the house you were, apparently, the only one who’d noticed the flickering light in the library. You’re not usually one to use your powers, especially since you’re still not very good with them and the rest of the Avengers don’t even know they exist. The fact that you can’t reach the flickering light actually tempts you to use your powers. Instead you sigh and tug one of the heavy tables to a bookshelf.

Placing a chair on top of the table you climb up onto the seat then carefully standing on it you climb up one of the tall bookshelves. You take a deep breath before standing and reaching for the light, just before you touch it you feel the heat and yank your hand away. You pull your sleeve over your hand and unscrew the bulb careful to keep the fabric between your hand and the hot glass of the light. 

“What are you doing?” Bucky cries from the doorway startling you. 

“Ah!” You yelp as you loose your balance and go tumbling to the floor. You put your hands out to brace yourself and your powers take over levitating you off of the ground about a foot. You’re hovering that foot off the ground when you remember that Bucky is in the room. You panic and hit the floor with a thud. 

“Are you okay?” A worried Bucky says rounding the corner of the bookshelf. You nod, the wind knocked from your lungs. “Can you move?”

“I’m fine Buck.” You say after sucking in a few lungfuls of air. “I just had the wind knocked from me.” You stand slowly and he looks at you in concern. 

“You just fell fifteen feet.”

“I’m fine.”

“How?” He asks. 

“What?” You say innocently. 

“How are you okay? I heard the bulb break and then nothing. Then you hit the ground. You hit it too soft. Did you grab the bookshelf?”

“No, the bulb fell before I did.” He doesn’t look like he believes you but let’s it slide. 

“What were you doing up there?” 

“A bulb was flickering and it was driving me crazy.” You admit with a small laugh. 

“Next time ask for help okay?” He says shoving the table back into place with no effort. 

“Fine.” You huff before dropping back into your chair and opening your book again. “Hey F.R.I.D.A.Y. we have some broken glass in the library.” You say to the AI. 

“A bot is on its way miss.” The AI responds. 

“Thank you.” You start to read again, one of your free fingers twisting a hair around it then your thumb absentmindedly runs across the smooth surface. You don’t even notice that you do it anymore. 

It’s been a half hour since your fall when Bucky snaps his book shut with a loud huff. You glance up at him in surprise and are surprised by the look of irritation on his face. “Can I help you?” You ask. 

“Why did it take you so long to hit the floor?” He demands. You were hoping he’d let it go. Guess not. 

“It didn’t.” You deny then go back to your book. At least until he seizes your arm, yanks you to your feet then throws you over his shoulder. 

“Bucky! What are you doing?” You cry from your now upside down position. 

“You’re lying to me and I want to know why.” He carries you’d swiftly out of the room and toward, you think, the gym. Sure enough you get to the gym and Bucky brings you to the top of one of the small towers Clint had set up to practice shooting from. Bucky sets you down. Looks you dead in the eye then shoves you off the tower. 

“Ahh!” You scream as you fall away from him. Your hands go behind you and a surge of energy flows through you and halts you once again a few feet from the ground. 

“I knew it.” Bucky says from above you before grabbing a rope and swinging down. “You’re enhanced. Why don’t you ever use your powers?”

“I don’t really know how they work.” You admit. 

“Let me help you.” He offers kindly and you laugh. 

“After that? No way in hell.” You turn away from him and head for the door.

“Where are you going?”

“To find Wanda. Hopefully she won’t try to kill me in the attempt to figure out my powers.” He stops you with a hand on your wrist. 

“I’d never let you have hit the floor doll.”

“Oh?”

“There’s a quick release net.” He says with a shrug and a small smile.

“Ass hole.”

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The Librarian

“I’m no good for you Doll.” He’d growled, his rough demeanor usually would have been enough to scare you away. But you’d seen him enough, and the types of books he checked out of the library, to know better.

“What if I don’t care?” You ask softly, brushing some of his hair back off of his forehead.

“It’s not safe. Now that Stark knows about you he could come after you.”

“Wouldn’t that be breaking the rules?”

“Bikers aren’t exactly known for following rules Doll.”

“But their your rules.” You protest and he laughs softly.

“I know, they’re more of guidelines. We’re not supposed to go after spouses, boyfriends or girlfriends but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen.”

“But Clint has Nat and Wanda has Vision.”

“They’re not the leaders of the gang Sweetheart.” You drop your head to his broad shoulder groaning softly. You’d never meant to fall for the leader of the Howlies. The first time you’d seen him at the library you hadn’t even known he was in the Howlies, let alone its leader. It wasn’t until the summer, when he’d come in wearing a tight blue shirt that clung to his muscles like a second skin, that you’d seen the tattoo.

“Steve please don’t ask me to walk away. Please don’t ask me to pretend that I don’t want this. That I don’t want you.” You whisper, keeping your forehead on his shoulder. “My life has been so much better since you came into it.”

“Doll, I can’t risk you gettin’ hurt.”

“But it’s not your decision alone.” You argue, you’ve got a sick feeling in your stomach you’re not going to win this one. You lift your head from his shoulder to look down at where his rough fingers are intertwined with your smaller, softer ones. “Steve.” You choke out before he tips your head and presses his lips to yours. It’s the most bittersweet goodbye you’ve ever had.

“I love you doll.”

“I love you too.” He stands then, you cling to his hand until the last second and when you can’t hold on any longer you let your hands drop into your laps and you sob.

It’s been three days.

The longest three days of your life. You should have known something was up when the three men walked in. The first had black hair, brown eyes and neatly trimmed facial hair. The second, an African American man, with short hair and a slight limp. The final man seemed to be far too young to be involved in whatever these two were up to.

“Hello gorgeous.” The first man purred as he leaned against the counter. Completely invading your space. You took a step back and stood up straight, lifting your chin slightly, you weren’t going to be intimidated by him or his friends.

“Can I help you find something today?”

“Yea. Your boyfriend. Rogers.”

“We’re not dating.”

“Oh really? Then why has he had protection posted outside this building all week?” Protection? You hadn’t noticed any protection.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Besides, if there was someone out there why are you in here?”

“Distracted them with some visitors.” He sneers. Your heart sinks, the only people that Steve would trust to protect you would be himself, Sam, or Bucky.

“If you hurt them-”

“What are you gonna do sweetheart? Give me a paper cut?” The African American man snarks.

“Revoke our library cards?” The first man chimes in. His companions snicker while the youngest of the three checks his phone. You glare at the men, then pick up a book to put away. You’re not going to be intimidated these two.

“Where’s Rogers?” The first man sneers rounding the counter.

“You’re not supposed to be back here.” You tell him, taking a step away from him.

“If you won’t give me Rogers then I’ll take you until I get him.” You’re not sure what possess you but you’re not letting him take you anywhere. You swing the thick book at him, it connects with his arm with a solid thump. You both look at one another, the surprise evident on both of your faces.

You recover first and swing the heavy book again. Turning it at the last second to use the book’s hard spine instead of the cover. He manages to block a couple of the hits but when you start kicking too he doesn’t stand much of a chance.

“Mr. Stark we gotta go!” The kid calls from the door as you give the African American man a solid whack with the book. He’d jumped into the fray but somehow you were managing to hold your own.

That’s when he comes in. Looking pissed as hell.

“Stark!” He roars and for a second your heart leaps into your throat. Bucky’s got the kid by the back of the neck, and Sam has already hopped the counter to deal with Stark’s right hand, you think his name is Rhody. With one final whack of the book you manage to dodge Stark and scurry gratefully behind Steve.

“I told you he’d come.” Stark smirks.

“And you agreed to leave her alone.” Steve growls.

“They’re more like guidelines.”

“So I can go harass Pepper?”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Stark sneers and you look up at Steve in surprise.

“Then you leave her alone.” Steve growls, one of his hands wrapping around your wrist as he tucks you further behind him.

“We’ve got business to discuss.”

“Then you come to me. Not her.”

“I figured you’d be a bit more agreeable with her around.”

“You were wrong.” Stark folds his arms across his chest. “Buck, Sam, take Stark and his friends back to the bar. I’ll be there shortly to discuss whatever business Stark thinks we have.” Bucky nods then shoots you a wink, and you get a gap toothed smile from Sam before the two lead Stark and his gang away. It’s not until the five of them are out the door that Steve turns to you.

“Doll? You okay?”

“I don’t know. I’m still processing it all.”

“He didn’t hurt you did he?”

“No. I think I did more damage with that book.”

“I’m so sorry Doll.” He says gently cupping your cheek with one of his rough hands. Your heart jumps. You don’t want him to leave.

“You know how you can make it up to me?”

“Hmm?” He hums, his thumb brushing against your jaw.

“I’d like to date you again. These last three days have sucked.” Steve chuckles lowly and you continue, “Besides, you broke up with me to keep me safe and that clearly didn’t work.”

“I never wanted to break up with you in the first place.” He admits, “Stark had threatened you. I thought it would be enough to protect you if I broke up with you.”

“Then why did you have protection out there all week?”

“Just in case.” You scowl up at him and he laughs before pressing his lips to yours. “I’m sorry darlin’. But since distancing myself from you didn’t do shit I’d love to pick up where we left off.”

“I’d like that.” You whisper and he laughs softly before kissing you again.

“Come on Doll.” He says taking your hand. You’d follow him anywhere.

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Naja Returns

It’s been six years. Six years since you killed King Cobra and started over.

Your first protection job had been a young mother who was trying to get away from an abusive ex. He’d broken his restraining order and when he’d tried to kill her you’d swooped in and kicked his ass then dumped him on the doorstep of a police station. You’d had a steady stream of clients since then, people that needed your help, not big wigs who could afford protection like Bucky.

You haven’t lost a client yet and you’d only killed one guy, he was a child molester so you honestly didn’t feel bad.

“Are you sure about this?” Your client, a young woman named Cassie asks.

“You’re being stalked, he’s already attacked you once. This is the right move.” You tell her leading her into the police station with a gentle arm around her shoulders. You’re focused on Cassie when a body comes up behind you, they reach for you. You grab their wrist and twist their arm behind their back before you even know what you’re doing.

“Let me guess,” a familiar voice says, “you’ve got brothers.”

“Bucky?” You breathe before dropping his arm, “oh my god I’m so sorry!”

“Never thought I’d see you inside a police station.”

“Bucky, this is my client Cassie. We’re here to file a police report.”

“So you did it. Protection for the underdogs.” He sounds proud of you, a slow smile crossing his face.

“Yea. Cassie do you want me to come with you?”

“No.” She says quickly and you look at her, her face has paled. You follow her gaze and see the man she’s staring at. He comes stalking over and you see her shrink back and you step in front of her.

“Can I help you ladies?”

“No. We want to talk to the captain.” You tell him and he laughs.

“You don’t get to make that demand. Let me help you out.”

“I’m sorry. Did you not hear me say no?” You ask raising your voice to draw attention. Cassie is holding onto the back of your shirt and the man glares at you.

“That’s not possible.”

“Hey Quill?” Bucky calls and a man with light brown hair looks over, “Can you get Captain Wilson please?” The other man turns his glare onto Bucky.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Name’s James Barnes. Captain Wilson is one of my best friends, what I don’t know is who you are. And I know all the Sargents in this precinct.” He says shoving his hands in his pockets. The other man goes to make a run for it but you’re ready for him. You kick him in the hip as he tries skirt you for Cassie and it throws him off balance enough for you to flip him onto his back knocking the wind out of him.

“You bitch.” He snarls drawing his gun but you’re faster than he is and shoot him with a taser. The gun clatters out of his hand and to the ground where Bucky steps on it and slides it over to a waiting cop.

“Ma’am. You’re under arrest for assault. Please put the taser down.”

“Bucky can you please go into the side pocket of my bag?” You ask calmly unhooking the taser and putting it on the counter next to you. Bucky does as you ask and when he pulls out a card in a holder he reads it and grins.

“She’s personal protection boys.” He says passing the card to one of the officers.

“Tori that’s him.” Cassie whispers into your ear. Bucky’s head whips toward you in surprise. You’d kept using the nickname of Tori, just changing your legal name to Torrance instead of Victoria.

“Great. So you’re going to want to arrest this guy.” You tell the cop coming for you, “Charges are, stalking, harassment, sexual assault, breaking a restraining order and I guess you can add impersonating a police officer to the list.”

“Ma’am please turn around and put your hands behind your back.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No.” Bucky repeats, “She’s one of mine.” He says it so smoothly that you almost believe him.

“The card says Snake Eyes Security.” Officer Quill says looking skeptically at Bucky, “I thought you were Nomad Soldiers.”

“I am. She’s under our umbrella as her own company.”

“Prove it.”

“I don’t have to prove shit to you.”

“What are you charging me with?” You ask and the officer blinks at you.

“Assault and unlawful weapon?”

“It was self defense and I have a license for that taser as well as the gun that’s in my car. Besides, if you did your job then I wouldn’t have to do it for you.” You tell him and Bucky drops his face into his hand.

“Doll.” He grumbles and your heart races, he hasn’t called you that in so long that you can’t help the hope that raises in you.

“Excuse me?” Officer Quill says turning slightly red.

“She has been stalked, harassed and almost killed by that piece of shit and when she tried to report him you told her he hadn’t done anything so you couldn’t do anything.”

“Because legally we can’t.” He snaps taking a step toward you.

“So what does she have to do? End up dead? Give me a fucking break!” You cry and Bucky steps between you and the cop.

“Tori.” Bucky rumbles and you fold your arms over your chest.

“Fine. We’re leaving but if he bothers her again I’m using my gun.”

“That makes it premeditated murder!” Officer Quill cries and you stare at him,

“I never said I was going to kill him! I said I was going to use my gun! Those are very different things.”

“Tori, go. I’ve got this.” Bucky says before turning toward you and murmuring, “my number is the same. I know you changed yours because I’ve tried to find you using it.” You look up at him in surprise, “Yea. I’ve been looking. Now, go.” You nod and loop your arm through Cassie’s, leading her out of the station.

“Okay, so that didn’t go exactly how I was hoping it would.” You tell her, “but, the fact that he was there impersonating a cop will get him jail time at least.”

“How did you know that man?” She asks softly. “The nice one.”

“Bucky and I have worked together before.”

“So you don’t work for him?”

“No. But he knows me and my history, I trust him.”

“Okay. If you trust him then so do I.” Cassie says as you get back into your car. Her trust in you is astonishing, especially after that little police station fiasco that just happened. You never deleted Bucky’s number, how could you when you still cared enough about him to have an alert about his company so you can make sure he’s being safe. You’ll call him once you’ve got Cassie safely hidden away again.

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How to cure a grump (4)

Summary: You’re losing your job on Christmas.

Pairing: CEO/Boss!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: grumpy Bucky, mistaken identity, kinda fake dating trope, snowed-in trope, John Walker bashing

How to cure a grump (3)

“That audacity,” Bucky angrily mutters. “How dare he talk to you! He should be ashamed of himself and his actions!”

You blink a few times. What happened not minutes ago was mind-boggling. Your former boss, the grumpiest person you ever met, kissed you to save you from embarrassment.

“Why?” You whisper so no one but Bucky can hear you question his intentions. His help surely comes with a price. “What do you want?”

“What?” He furrows his brows, still lost in thoughts, as he watches John and his fiancé walk past your mother.

Your former boyfriend greets your mom, earning an angry look and no response. If it was up to her, he’d lie on the ground bleeding, and his teeth missing.

“We should get the things your mother wanted you to get. Give me the list,” Bucky says. He snatches the list out of your hands as you stand there, frozen to the spot. “You can pay the stuff here, and I’ll get the rest.”

Bucky walks out of the store, nodding at your mother as he hurriedly makes his way toward the next store.

Almost done with your mother’s list, Bucky walks toward the last store. He carries around the paper bags filled with more things your mother needed for dinner.

“It’s you again,” John smirks as Bucky wants to pass him by. It was already a long day. He’s cold and tired. Not to forget, he kissed his former employee and liked it. “I didn’t think she’d find a new guy anytime soon. Not after she lost me.”

John Walker hates losing. Watching Bucky kiss you in public, in front of people knowing him, and you made John furious. He doesn’t care that he ended your relationship and cheated on you. John Walker is the kind of guy wanting to eat his cake and keep it.

“What do you mean, with a guy like you?” Bucky dips his head. “The kind of guy promised a woman marriage and a future only to cheat on her with a cheap imitation?”

John’s face contorts in anger. “A good catch like me. Business owner, house owner, a stallion in the bed.”

Bucky wrinkles his nose. “Usually, when guys tell you they are good in bed, they are quick shots and can’t satisfy a woman.”

“Say,” John leans closer to look Bucky up and down, “does she still only want to fuck with the lights out? She’s a frigid little thing, isn’t she.”

Bucky takes a deep breath. It takes anything in him to not throw the paper bags at John.  He won’t throw punches but fight dirty. “Not with me,” Bucky says, smirking. “I can understand she only wanted to have sex with you in the dark. With a face like yours in front of her, she must’ve been unwell all the damn time…”

John gapes at your former boss, who holds his gaze, still smirking. Without another word, Bucky walks past John, hearing people laugh about John who throws a tantrum like a toddler, calling Bucky names.

“He did what?” The moment you came back home, the phone wouldn’t start ringing. Your aunt was first to call to tell you what Bucky said to John. It didn’t change your mind about your former boss but made you chuckle.

Next was your neighbor across the street. They watched with amusement when John was taken down a peg by your former boss.

Six calls later, you are snorting because it’s John’s fiancée, asking you to tell Bucky to apologize to John. “Yeah, not going to happen, darling. If you’d excuse me now, we are in the middle of our Christmas preparations.”

You ended the call before she could say another word.

“Who was it this time?” Your mother chuckles as you try not to laugh. Of course, she enjoyed every call. Bucky fought fire with fire, and she likes him even better because of it. “Come on, Munchkin. Tell me who it was.”

“John’s fiancée,” you snort. “She wanted James to apologize to John for calling him a quick shot and that he’s got an ugly face.”

She shrugs and says, “What is true, has to remain true. James was right, and people love him for it. Mrs. Applebaum from the end of the street even clapped her hands. You must love James.”

“Mom,” you sigh, deep and exasperated. How can you reveal now that your mother likes your former boss so much, that you hate him? “Please don’t tell him that you love him.”

“Who loves who?” Bucky casually walks inside the kitchen, grinning from ear to ear. He enjoyed that you got flustered around him on the trip back to your mother’s house. “I parked the car.”

“Thank you, Jamie,” your mother coos and winks at Bucky. “I know it’s a bummer they didn’t have a free room for you, but you can stay here for Christmas. We have more than enough space and food. Right, Y/N?”

“Right,” you say, even though, you feel like this is a conspiracy between your mother and your former boss. “Uh—I’ll check on the heating and if we got enough wood for the fireplace.

“Munchkin,” your mother says, “why don’t you show James around the house? He hasn’t seen much of it.”

You give up and simply nod. Whatever you say would only hurt your mother’s feelings. If you must, you’ll play pretend over Christmas. You can always tell her that you and Bucky split up. The last thing you want is to ruin Christmas for your mom.

“Alright, show me around Y/N,” Bucky smirks at you. He’s enjoying this too much for your liking. “I can hardly wait to see every nook at your home.”

You grit your teeth but say nothing. Every word would only make your mother suspicious or cause a fight between you and your former boss.

So, you bite your tongue and politely ask him to follow you, murder in your eyes.

“Your mom is very nice,” he says while walking next to you. “What do you want to show me first?”

You walk upstairs, guiding Bucky away from your mother. You’re seething and can’t hold back any longer.

Grabbing him by his jacket, you push Bucky against the wall next to your room. “What kind of game are you playing?” You accuse. “I know you’re having a blast lying to my mom, but if you dare to make fun of her home, I’ll castrate you.”

“Whoa,” he yelps when you slam your fist into the wall beside his head. “When I said your mom is nice, I meant it. She invited me in and let me stay at her home for free. I’d never make fun of her or her home.”

“Good.” You step away from Bucky, exhaling deeply to calm down. “Listen, this is an odd situation. If you want to stay here for Christmas, it’s fine by me. I owe you for John and…you know.”

Bucky doesn’t mention the kiss, and you're thankful for it. “How about you show me the rest of the house, and we discuss how we keep on pretending to be in love…”

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