In Barnes We Trust

Naomi || She/Her || 28 Years Old || Obsessed with marvel characters and cookies!

[adoringjbbarnes]

My dearest Jo ❤️ lovely, I seriously cannot thank you and the girls enough for everything, for pushing me through the hardest time in my life! I hope you know just how much I appreciate you, I would give you the squishiest hug if I could reach you ❤️

[jobean12-blog]

Hi, jo! How are you, precious? 💗

I saw this pic of a couples shirt and i HAD to share with you! One says "i come in peace" and the other one says "im peace" and i just couldn't stop thinking how funny it would be to gift one to bucky and have you wear the "im peace" one without him noticing. Then subtly show it off at a avengers meeting and watch him get all shy and pink around the cheeks🤣🤣🤣

Ps: sorry for randomly dropping in ALOT, i have no social life🙃

I Come in Peace

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 724

Summary: You buy Bucky a new shirt.

Author's Note: Hi lovely!!! I'm doing ok thank you bunches, hope you are well! This is hysterical. I love it so! And don't worry, drop it anytime! Have a great day! HUGS! 💕hope you enjoy! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my love @firefly-graphics thank you sweets 🥰

Warnings: fun fluff and teasing :)

Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @bvcky thank you lovely🥰

“What’s this doll face?”

Bucky stands at the foot of the bed and holds a tee shirt up over his chest.

“I come in peace,” he reads.

“Oh!” you exclaim and dance over to him. “That’s for you! I saw it and just thought it was too cute with the little alien and spaceship and stars. You love space!”

He’s no longer looking at the shirt, his eyes soft as he watches your pure excitement over giving it to him.

“I love it doll, thank you,” he says before kissing you sweetly. “I’m gonna wear it after training today.”

“I’m so glad Buck. I got myself one too! I’ll show you when you get back.”

“Ok baby doll,” he murmurs and pulls you closer.

His fingers slip under the hem of your shirt and he hums into your skin.

“Sam hates when you’re late,” you whisper against his lips.

“I know but…” He never finishes the sentence, his mouth too busy trailing kisses down your neck.

Your head falls back and you grab onto his hoodie, holding steady as he continues to make your knees weak.

“Buck,” you purr. “You have to go.”

“I don’t wanna doll. Rather stay here with you.”

“And I want you to stay but this is important to Sam.”

He pulls away and let’s out a sigh.

“Don’t be grumpy!” you giggle.

“I’m always grumpy!” he replies and smacks your ass. “I’ll see ya later doll face.”

He steals one last kiss before jogging off.

Later that day you and Bucky trudge into the conference room. He’s wearing his new shirt and Sam immediately comments on it.

“Nice shirt Barnes. Are you supposed to be the alien?” Sam teases.

Bucky just scoffs and winks at you.

The rest of the team filters in and you all settle down, your patience wearing thin as you fiddle with the zipper of Bucky’s hoodie that you’re wearing.

Once the meeting is underway you shift in your seat and unzip his hoodie, taking it off and draping it over the chair. Bucky looks over at you and smiles. You discreetly point to your shirt and mouth, “this is the new shirt I got.”

His eyes fall to the fabric and he smiles. The shirt reads: “I’m peace.”

He continues staring, his eyebrows drawing inward and his eyes blinking several times. You don’t even realize the room has gotten quiet until Sam breaks the silence.

“You really don’t get it do you tin man.”

Bucky’s head whips around and he glares at Sam.

“Get what Wilson?” Bucky snaps.

Sam’s head falls back and he cackles, his smile growing brighter as the rest of the teams laughter joins his.

“Read your shirt again Barnes,” he manages to say through his fit.

Bucky looks down and pulls the fabric away from his chest. “I come in peace.”

“SO! The little alien is friendly!” he nearly shouts. “I don’t get what’s so funny about that!”

The whole time you’ve been trying to contain your own laughter but Bucky’s disgruntled face pushes you over the edge and you snort a giggle.

“Doll?” he questions, now even more confused.

You point to your shirt, waggling your brows.

He reads it again. “I’m peace.”

Nothing.

You lean closer to him and whisper in his ear, every word that falls from your lips making his cheeks grow pinker.

“I come in peace…I’m peace. I come…and you’re peace…”

He repeats it quietly until finally the lightbulb goes off and his eyes narrow with the hard clench of his jaw.

“I GET IT NOW!” he shouts. “Shit.”

He rubs the back of his head before smoothing his hand over his hair and pulling at the ends, making it stick this way and that. You’re still laughing but trying your hardest to stop and when he turns his wide eyes toward you it makes you double over.

“I see how it is,” he mutters. “You’re gonna get it.”

The whole room erupts into taunts of “ohhhhh’s” and you can see Bucky’s lips lift into a smirk. He wiggles his fingers and jerks forward, his stance threatening. You screech and jump from your chair, making a beeline for the door. He’s hot on your heels as you dart down the hallway and his last words ring out over your squeals.

“I’m coming for you doll!”

@book-dragon-13 @christywantspizza @dreamlessinparis @hiddles-and-skittles @hiddles-rose @goldylions @breakablebarnes @jhangelface0523 @loricamebackyetagain @lookiamtrying @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @nano--raptor @randomfandompenguin @rebel-stardust @turbolisedcomet @seitmai @justile @loki-laufeyson-1054 @mugi-chwan95 @bb-skyrunner @lizette50 @weekendgothgirl

[adoringjbbarnes]

I love this! 😍 imagining him being all shy and adorable is just 😩

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— sacred moments

“ don't go. stay. “

“ but you're here, so stay. “

“ i don't want to be alone tonight. “

“ just come over. “

“ let's be alone together. “

“ i didn't know where else to go. “

“ i don't want us to be apart anymore. ever. “

“ i wouldn't have called you if it wasn't important. “

“ you can talk to me about anything. you know that, right? “

“ just be honest with me. do you hate me? “

“ i could never hate you. not really. “

“ you're my friend, but... sometimes i wish you were more than that. “

“ we're not just friends. you know that. “

“ i think i'm falling in love with you. “

“ can i hold your hand? “

“ i think you're in love with me. “

“ just hold me. “

“ things would be so much easier if we were honest with each other. “

“ why can't you be honest with me? with yourself? “

“ maybe you could stay? just for tonight? “

“ it’s dark outside, and it’s raining. my arms are much safer. “

“ you can't keep doing this. you can't keep lying to yourself. “

“ i can't keep lying to you, or to myself. it's not fair on either of us. “

“ i think you should kiss me. “

“ kiss me like you mean it. “

“ just kiss me. “

“ you shouldn't kiss me right now. “

“ you can't lie to me, you know. “

“ you know me better than anyone. you always have. “

“ you're pretty amazing. you know that, right? “

“ you're just... extraordinary. “

“ you're good to me, you know. really good. “

“ you make me so happy. “

“ i don't know what i would have done if you weren't here. “

“ our love can conquer anything. “

“ and for many generations to come, our love story will live on. “

“ i want you to marry me. “

“ if you asked me to marry you tomorrow, i'd say yes. “ “ what about today? “

“ marry me, [name]. marry me and make me the luckiest [person] in the world. “

“ your kiss could mend a broken heart. “

“ so are you going to kiss me, or do i have to make the first move? “

“ i could cry, you know. that's how much i love you. “

“ you're worthy of my love. “

“ truth is that i'm so damn in love with you, i don't know what to do with myself. “

“ maybe tonight, it's you and me. “

“ i don't know what the future holds. all i know is that i hope you're in it. “

“ could you promise me one thing? “

“ promise me that we'll be together, forever. no matter what happens. “

“ it's you and me, forever. no matter what. “

“ i didn't want to tell you until i was sure, but... i'm pregnant. “

“ we're going to be family! “

“ this baby, it's the best thing that could have ever happened to us. “

“ i can't believe this, we're going to be parents! “

“ dance with me? “

“ may i have this dance? “

“ you're my whole world, you know. “

“ don't speak. just kiss me. “

“ you have no idea how long i've been wanting to that. “

“ i've been wanting to tell you for so long... “

“ so is this like, a thing now? “

“ i always miss you, even when you're next to me. “

” i miss you. i miss you so much it hurts. ”

” i don’t want you to miss me. it’s tearing me apart. ”

“ you make me happier. “

“ i love waking up next to you. “

“ my favorite thing is falling asleep next to you. “

“ come cuddle with me. “

“ this is torture, isn't it? “ “ not in the slightest. “

“ do you love me? “

“ could this be something more? “

“ move in with me. “

“ do you think we should move in together? you spend all your time here anyway. “

“ are you serious? i've had a crush on you for as long as i can remember. “

“ i know you're in love with me. “

“ you're really cute, you know. “

“ you're so damn attractive, you know that right? “

“ if anybody were to kiss me, i would want that person to be you. “

[littlewhispersofsolitude]

OTP Prompts - Physical Affection

Peppering kisses on the other's cheeks, nose, forehead, temple, etc.

Pulling them to their chest and squeezing them tight in a hug.

Hand holding. In public, by themselves, or with friends - just the act of a character reaching out to hold their partner's hand is just so good.

Resting their head on their partner's shoulder. Maybe they're tired, they need comfort for some reason, or they're just craving closeness to someone.

Combing their fingers through the other's hair. Maybe they're cuddling in bed, one of them with their face buried against the other's chest, or it could be a quick gesture of appreciation while they're out in public.

Thigh squeezes. These always get me. When one reaches over and gives their outer thigh a squeeze, maybe of reassurance and/or love, depending on the context.

Hugs from behind. Coming up behind their partner and wrapping their arms around their waist, burying their face in their neck or against their shoulder, just to be close to them for a moment.

Resting their chin on the other person's head as they hug/cuddle. They could be lying in bed together, or standing in public. Either way, It's always so cute to watch/read.

Massages. Maybe one of them has had a hard day or are just not feeling the best, or it might be related to a friendly deal they made with each other.

Back rubs. Gently trailing their fingers up and down their partner's spine, or using the palm of their hand to massage their entire back. Maybe they're absentmindedly drawing little patterns with their fingertips.

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grumpy x sunshine prompts (i guess)

“ it's different when [he's] with me. “

“ honestly, i don't get you two as a couple. “

“ you can do so much better. “

“ i love [her]. i know that might not be enough for you, but it is to me. “

“ [B] hates everyone. “ “ everyone but you. “

“ how could you possibly love someone like B? “

“ it's really none of your business who i'm dating. “

“ he's always been there for me when i needed him. “

“ you don't know [him] like i do. “

“ [he's] more relaxed in private. “

“ you love me, don't you? “ “ too much to function. “

'' how did you pull someone like that? ''

'' how come i'm the one with a resting bitch face but you're the one with an attitude? ''

'' you are sunshine incarnated. i hope you know that. ''

'' but you're so cheery, and [he's] so... weird. ''

'' [he's] not a bad person. ''

'' you might be the only person i can tolerate, but not even you can bring out the best in me this early in the morning. ''

'' you're lucky you're cute, because your eternal optimism is super annoying. ''

'' you complement each other well. ''

'' i've never seen you this happy with anyone before. ''

'' [she] makes you smile. that's quite the achievement. ''

'' oh my god, you're smiling? ''

'' just because i happen to hate everyone else, doesn't mean i don't want to spend every second of my day with you. ''

'' you're the only one who's ever going to see me this way. '' '' this way what? '' '' this happy. '' [beat] '' not counting our wedding day. ''

'' smile. it's not gonna kill you. ''

'' you're angry. '' '' i'm not angry, this is my everyday face. ''

'' so what exactly did you do on your parents wedding day? '' '' uh... counted the hours until i could go home and play mario kart. ''

[littlewhispersofsolitude]

OTP Flu/Cold Prompts

Scenarios

A carrying a stubborn B back to bed after they find them trying to be productive.

B wrapped up like a burrito in between A's legs, drifting in and out of consciousness as A reads quietly to them.

A putting on B's favourite movie and giving them all their favourite snacks in bed, knowing 100% that B will fall asleep within the first fifteen minutes because they always get so tired when they're sick.

A peppering kisses along B's fevered face as they rest underneath the covers with the heater on.

Under usual circumstances, A isn't a light sleeper, but the moment B gets up to puke, they're right there with a towel and a glass of water to wash their mouth out with.

A couple days after B starts to recover, A gets sick as well, and B is excited to be giving A all the special attention they gave them when they were sick.

A cancelling any group plans they had with friends so B doesn't have to.

A Gently massaging B's arms, legs, shoulders, hands, etc. as they cuddle to try and distract them from their growing discomfort.

A lightly teasing B about their bright red nose and kissing it when they start to childishly pout.

While B doesn't enjoy being sick, they love all the extra attention and care A gives them.

Dialogue

"You can't keep asking me for things." - "Why?" - "-because I can't say no to that face you make and you know it."

"Here; I made you your favourite meal and a hot cup of tea for you to sip on."

"You're so needy when you're sick, you know that?"

"If I have to haul your ass back to bed just so you can get some sleep, I will."

"I'm sorry you're sick, my love. I wish there was more I could do to help."

"Stop whining and take the medicine, B." - "It's disgusting." - "Yeah, well so are the dozens of used tissues you keep leaving scattered around, yet you don't hear me complaining."

"Can I have a kiss?" - "I'll get sick if you kiss me." - "That's okay, I'll survive."

"Can we watch more movies?" - "You're minutes away from falling asleep." - "Nu-uh."

"Shh, It's okay. Let me take care of you."

"Oh, how the turn tables." - "I don't remember making stupid remarks like that when you got sick."

[promptful]

105 Comfort Prompts

As usual, my requests and asks are open! if you do request, no smut please :)

TW: PANIC ATTACK, ANXIETY, DEPRESSION. ALCOHOL MENTION. CHEATING MENTION.

DIALOGUE: 

GIVING COMFORT:

“Hey, tell me what’s wrong?”  

“I’m here for you.”

“It’s going to be okay.” 

“Are you all right?” 

“You’ll be okay, I promise.” 

“What’s going on?” 

“Come here, let me hold you.” 

“Please, don’t cry.” 

“I have you.” 

“Take a deep breath.” 

“Tell me what you’re feeling.” 

“I’ll take care of it, don’t worry.” 

“I won’t leave.” 

“Why don’t we go on a drive?” 

“Let it out.” 

“Everybody makes mistakes.” 

“You’re all right.” 

“Shh, shh, it’s okay.” 

“Can I hold you?” 

“Do you-- can I-- do you want to be held?” 

“Do you want solutions, or comfort?” 

“I have chocolate/flowers?” 

“Do you want to watch a movie with me?” 

“Tell me what I can do for you.” 

“...Who do I need to punch?”

 “Come on, breathe with me.”

“You don’t have to be perfect.”

“You’re perfect just the way you are.”

“How can I help you?”

“Can I touch you?”

“Where does it hurt?”

“You’re allowed to be weak, you know.”

“You have this.”

“You’re never a burden.”

“You aren’t weak.”

“We’ll get through this.”

“Relax, I got you.”

“Please, just open up. I don’t want to leave you alone.” 

“They’re not going to get to you, I promise.” 

“Follow my breaths.” 

NEEDING COMFORT:

“This is stupid--I’m stupid.”

“‘M so weak.”

“I’m sorry I’m not strong enough.”

“I’m a burden, aren’t I?”

“I-- please, help.”

“I can’t breathe, I don’t know what to do-- I can’t--“

“I feel lightheaded.”

“I’m sorry. We were supposed to have fun today.”

“I’m getting your shirt wet...”

“Are you sure this is okay?”

“I should be stronger.”

“I don’t want to get out of bed today.”

“Hold me, please.”

“Why won’t you let me apologize?”

“Thank you for this.”

“I feel safe with you.”

“...You bought me chocolate/flowers?”

“Did you really drive all this way just for me? It’s two in the morning.”

“Is that my comfort movie?”

“You came all this way? For me? 

“I’m not worth the time you spent coming over here.” 

“Please, leave. I’m--” 

“...Why are you here?” 

“My problems are mine, I don’t want to be a burden on you.”  

“You’re too nice to me.”

“I’m a mess…” 

“I’m broken, don’t you understand?” 

“It’s raining. You should be inside. I’m fine.” 

"I'm sorry."

"Why can't you understand? You're too good for me!"

"I can't do this. I can't-- I can't-- I can't--"

"Just shut up! I'm not as good as you say I am!"

"Why do you care so much?"

"Am I really worth it?"

"Thank you for being here."

"I thought I'd be alone today after what happened... thank you."

"You don't know how much I appreciate you."

"Do I really mean that much to you?"

"Stop banging on my door!"

"I love you."

SCENARIOS

Your lover isn't feeling well, and even though it's probably dangerous to drive this late at night, you have to make sure they're all right.

Head between their knees, your lover has their back against the wall, and you're by their side, and trying to help them through whatever is troubling them.

Your best friend's lover broke up with them, and despite having no idea, you supply them with snacks and horrendous movies. At least they smiled at the end of it all.

Trying to keep a smile on your face through the weight of the world to not worry your lover. They figure it out anyway.

Standing in front of a mirror, hands against the counter, with tears dripping down your cheeks, struggling to get everything under control. Everything’s going well until your lover cracks the door open and asks if everything’s okay. It isn’t.

Seeing your lover break down over work/school/family, and trying to comfort them to the best of your abilities, heart breaking with every sob out of their lips. 

Struggling to sleep in you and your lover’s shared bed because they’re working in the living room/kitchen/their office and the bed feels far too cold and empty. Seeking their comfort, you curl up on their lap/beside them/around them. 

Knowing from the moment they said good morning that something was wrong, and trying to schedule your day to spend the most time with them; arms around their neck, waist, shoulders, to provide comfort.

Your lover’s back against your chest, you curled around them. Every agitated breath and erratic heartbeat pulsing through your skin, but slowly, it starts to fall over time. 

Your back against your lover’s chest, their slow heartbeat stark against your stressed one. Gently, the rise and fall of their chest lull you back to safety. 

Sitting in the car, your head against the headrest and mind spinning, but your lover’s hand firm against your thigh keeps you grounded to reality. 

Your ex is trying to embarrass you in public, but your lover steps in as a shield, eyes ablaze in a fury.

Your head against your lover's chest, tears drenching their shirt, they don't care about the wet fabric and just rub your back.

Lungs squeezed to death, you try to breathe through the overwhelming suffocation on your shoulders. Patiently, your lover holds your hands and squeezes them in time with their breaths, eyes gentle.

Your lover made a small/big mistake and they can’t get it out of their head. To everyone else, it was just a small mishap, so you spend a few minutes/an hour/the rest of the night holding and comforting them.

Done with the feeling of being an burden, you try to push away from your lover's comfort, only for them to drag you back into a firm hold.

Something horrible happened, but your lover won't answer the phone/any texts. Standing outside of your door, you threaten to start throwing rocks at their windows/slamming on their door if they don't give any proof that they're all right.

You found your lover on a cold metal bench, hair and clothing drenched, tears pooling down their cheeks. Instead of asking what's wrong, you put your jacket over their shoulders and open up an umbrella.

Your lover's burning up and for some reason keeps bursting into tears at the smallest things. You're a little bewildered, but stay near them all the same.

After an all-nighter, your lover's brain is scrambled, and they keep shedding tears when they think nobody's looking. After coaxing them into your arms, you curl into one another on the couch.

Your lover wakes up to you gasping for air, eyes wide as you just saw horrors beyond your own comprehension. They sling an arm around your waist and pull you close, face tucked against your neck. 

Underneath the blankets, you refuse to get out of bed. Despite feeling horrible about yourself, your lover refuses to leave you be and makes you breakfast, all with a gentle smile.

Your best friend's spouse cheated on them right before valentines day, so as their best friend, you spend the rest of the night trash-talking over bad rom-coms.

Your lover right beside you, comforting you as you weren't able to get the job you wanted/into the university you applied to. Their encouragement makes one more attempt seem not so bad.

Your best friend's drunk and wailing, and you're trying to both comfort them and stop them from climbing into the washing machine.

[foreverindreamlandd]

Sweeter Than Honey • 1

Pairing: Mechanic!Bucky x Fem!Personal Assistant!Reader

WC: 6.4k

Summary: It all started with a failed attempt to buy your boss a new phone, and then suddenly you're in the middle of nowhere crying your eyes out in front of a handsome mechanic who would do just about anything to make you smile again...

Note: This scene was loosely based on a very real moment from a few months ago when my boss asked me to buy him a new phone and Best Buy said no <3 And then I said okay what about this but in Ireland lol. No warnings for this one. Enjoy!

Series Masterlist

“I’m sorry,” you said, pinching the bridge of your nose as your brain tried to form one coherent thought through the force of stress radiating through your body. “I can’t just, like, buy a phone from you guys?”

The customer service rep, Seamus, shook his head. “Sorry darlin’,” enunciating his r’s so harshly with his thick, Irish brogue in a way you would have found charming had he not been making your day especially difficult. “We can’t set up international lines on the fly like that, especially for business accounts. Takes a wee bit of time to contact the right prodivers. We can get things started and have it for ye in the next five business days.”

You nodded, understanding and yet totally not understanding what the kind man was saying. After waiting for almost an hour just to have a fruitless conversation with him for 30 minutes to try to get sorted, you knew it was time to give in and call it quits. He had already put in a bunch of effort and you couldn’t let the line behind you build up any further in fear of them acting on their very apparent frustration.

So with one last, weak smile, you thanked Seamus and headed out the door onto the cobblestone sidewalk, face pointing up to the sky as the light rain gently kissed your skin. You took a few deep breaths, then made your way to your car.

The original plan for today was to spend your afternoon off exploring Dublin on your own before the book event that evening. You were going to go to the different shops, find the rowdiest pub and treat yourself to some stupidly expensive whiskey, do all the fun touristy things to celebrate your first visit to the place you had always dreamed of traveling to.

And then your boss's phone shattered into a million pieces as it cascaded down the Cliffs of Moher, and you were back on the clock before the destroyed device had even made its way into the Atlantic.

Tony had of course offered to go buy the phone himself, seeing that he was the one who had tried to hold it at a weird angle to try to get ‘the best shot possible,’ but you insisted you go. You were his personal assistant, after all, and it had only been about a month since you took the job, and since you were on an all-expenses paid trip to Ireland thanks to your new boss, you wanted to work your ass off to make sure he didn’t regret hiring you.

Besides, you had thought this task would only take 20 minutes tops, and then you’d be on your way to having a protagonist, P.S. I Love You moment with Gerard Butler.

But here you were, already failing your new boss with what theoretically should have been an easy task.

Once in the car, you took a deep breath, holding your phone to your ear as it rang.

“What’s taking you so long?” Quentin’s voice aggressively whispered into your ear. 

Rolling your eyes, you rested your head on the steering wheel. Quentin Beck was Tony’s former PA, but recently got promoted to his Brand Manager, which shocked you because ever since you started working for the international bestselling author Tony Stark, the guy had been nothing but rude to you. That was his trick, though. As soon as Tony or anyone else important was in the room it was all charm and smiles. “Can I talk to Tony, please?” you asked.

You heard a loud, dramatic sigh, then a few sounds of shuffling before the familiar, ridiculously charismatic voice came through.

“Hey, Y/n,” Tony said in his bright, careless way, “Any luck?”

You felt tears prick your eyes in disappointment. Tony was such a nice person, and you hated that you had messed this up for him. “Sorry boss, apparently international phone purchases are a lot more complicated than we thought.”

“Damn,” he breathed out, but his voice remained the same. “No worries, it’s just another week. Pepper and Morgan will be fine.”

Your stomach sank. Of course that’s why he wanted the phone so bad. Not for work, but so he could talk to his freaking wife and daughter. “No no, let me just give you my phone so you can talk to them. I feel awful.”

“Don’t feel bad, Y/n. I’m the one who dropped it off the damn cliff while taking photos. Had you slapped it out of my hands, that would have been another story.”

You laughed softly. “Still, I’ll head back now so you can call them once Morgan gets back from school. And you can use it after dinner. We’ll make it work.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you, but I promise I won’t need my phone that much. I’m sure you and Beck can alternate nights so I can at least call them before bed. That’s all I’ll need to get through the rest of the tour.”

You grimaced, picturing Quentin’s classic scowl perfectly.

“I promise it’s fine, Y/n. This is just the universe’s way of telling me I should have studied tech instead of becoming a writer. Just enjoy the rest of your afternoon and I’ll see you later for the event, okay? You’re in Ireland. As your boss I order you to have some fun.”

You breathed out a small laugh. “Alright, boss man. If you insist.”

“I do. See you in a bit.”

“See you in a bit!” you said, then hung up the phone.

Okay, that could have gone way worse, you thought. Maybe I’m not a total screw up. 

All you had to do was get Tony to the event and make sure that nothing else went wrong.

And until then….

You checked the time on your phone and smiled. Though you didn’t have enough time to have a true protagonist-adventure, you could take a slightly longer detour to get back to the hotel and still get your P.S. I Love You moment. 

With that, you opened your GPS and turned on the ignition, determined to salvage this day.

The Wicklow Mountains were even more glorious than you could have ever imagined; its vast, green landscape peppered with gorgeous wildflowers. It was still cloudy with a tiny bit of rainfall, but in the far off distance the sunshine peaked through, illuminating pieces of the hillside like a beacon. You blasted your favorite Irish Folk instrumental music with your hand out the window, letting the rain dance along your skin.

You didn’t know if you wanted to laugh or cry from this beautiful moment. It ended up doing a bit of both. As you sat on a part of the stone wall lined along the road for a quick stop to soak in the views, taking photos of the stunning scenery, tears welled in your eyes as a smile threatened to split your face in two.

It was perfect.

Until…..the pothole came out of nowhere.

Well, technically it didn’t come out of nowhere. That crater looked as if it had taken up permanent residency there for years, almost perfectly centered in the middle of the narrow road. There were crevices within its crevices. A seemingly endless pit that laughed at you as you noticed it too late, and you tried to slow down and turn away. This had, apparently, been the worst thing to do because as your right wheel went into it at too slow a pace and turned too much to the side, you managed to wedge it snuggly within the pothole.

And then….the car slammed to a stop.

Heart pounding from the sudden adrenaline rush, you sat there for a few seconds replaying what just occurred in your head. 

Then, looking up to the hood of the car in a silent prayer before looking back to the road ahead, you pressed on the gas pedal.

The engine revved, trying its hardest to go foreward, but you weren’t moving.

You were stuck.

“Are…you…fucking….KIDDING ME,” you wailed, slamming your palms on the steering wheel between each word. You checked the clock, which showed that you had about an hour before you had to pick up Tony for the event, and Tony was about 40 minutes away.

Tears burned your eyes as you took a few deep breaths, willing yourself to get your shit together. This was your job; you had to be the problem solver. You had to find a way to get Tony to the event.

Or else you might not have a job by the end of the day…especially if Quentin had anything to say about it.

Scrunching your face in frustration at the image of your coworker's smug expression as he watched you fail for the second time today, you pulled out your phone and tried to google a nearby garage. 

No internet connection. 

You bit your bottom lip, fighting back a scream when you looked out at the road ahead. There was a sign about 15 feet away that read:

Stuck in BHOD?

Confusion made you furrow your brows until you noticed the slightly small text below:

Car problems? With a phone number listed.

You jumped into action, dialing the number and muttering, “Pleaseee come on come on come on…”

“Wilson’s, how can I help ye?” a woman asked on the other line and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Hi,” you said, “I’m…I’m hoping I can get some help? I’m at the Wicklow-”

“Did the Black Hole of Death get ye?” the woman cut you off.

Ah….BHOD: Black Hole of Death. Funny, you thought, not laughing.

“Yeah,” you muttered, embarrassed.

“That thing is a beast. Hold on. I think I can get a car to ye in ‘bout an hour..”

“I’m sorry,” you said, voice raising a few octaves as you fought back tears, word vomiting to this kind Irish lady who had no idea who you were, “It’s just…I’m supposed to pick up my boss in an hour and I already couldn’t get him a new phone and the asshole I work with is going to probably get me fired if I can’t get there in time and I just-”

“Calm down, darlin’,” the woman said, her voice soft and soothing. Then, she let out a long breath. “Let me give my brother a call. He should be finished up with a job nearby…”

“Oh my God, thank you. Thank you thank you thank you,” you replied, wishing this lady was in front of you so you could give her the biggest hug.

She chuckled. “Can’t let yer asshole coworker win, can we?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Hell no.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Alright, keep a lookout for a blue truck. And don’t mind Bucky. He does know how to talk, he’s just weird with new folk.”

You narrowed your eyes but nodded. “Gotcha, I think.”

After you hung up, you decided to step outside and at least enjoy some more of the fresh air. The rain had stopped, leaving behind your favorite smell. It always amazed you how a bit of rainfall could heighten the scent of nature, and standing here surrounded by green fields in Ireland….it made it that much more amazing.

So amazing, that you were able to forget all of your stresses for a few moments, and just be.

Now all I need is for a gorgeous Irishman to sweep me off my fee-

The distant sound of an engine pulled you from your daydreams as you looked over to your right.

It had only been five minutes since you got off the phone with the woman at Wilson’s, and already here was the blue truck to come to your rescue.

You were going to have to call her back and get her name so you could name your first child after her.

The person in the car - Bucky, you recalled her saying - had on a black baseball cap, obscuring his face from you as the car pulled to a stop.

You stood up from leaning against the car to prepare to greet your rescuer, but as soon as he stepped onto the pavement, your body seemed to have lost any sense of balance and you found yourself leaning back against it for support.

He was the most gorgeous man you had ever seen.

Though his body was covered by a red henley and brown leather jacket, you could tell by his frame that underneath all of that material was a strong, muscular body. A black hat covered the  brown wavy hair that rested right at his shoulders.

The worst part about this ridiculously good-looking giant man was his jaw. You knew in an instant that it was one of those sharp jaws that Hollywood searched high and low for to get those swoon-worthy profile shots of a kissing scene, covered in a thin layer of stubble that you found yourself wishing you could scrape your fingers over.  

And he was so tall. The closer he got the more he towered over you. He gave you a quick up and down, that glorious jaw clenching almost imperceptibly, then moved his attention to the rental car.

You had expected him to say something when he approached, but even when he was only feet away from you, he remained silent. Apparently his sister wasn’t kidding…

The silence made you so uncomfortable that you decided to fill it.

“Hi,” you started in a light, drawn out tone, before immediately shifting to rambling, “You must be from Wilson’s. Gosh, that was fast. I just got off the phone with your sister and she said you’d be able to help. Thank you so much for coming out here so quickly. I have to go pick up my boss before he’s late for an event-”

“Can ye put the car in neutral?” Bucky finally said in a low, grizzly voice. You had yet to hear the accent from such a deep baritone and it caused you to have to take a beat and swallow as you gathered your composure.

You nodded, opening the door and sliding into the driver’s seat as you followed his request, continuing your nervous rambling, “I guess it was dumb of me to come all the way out here, but I didn’t think I would get stuck in a massive pothole-”

Your words died in your throat, mouth hanging agape as you watched Bucky positioned himself at the front of the car, squat down, clench his jaw once more, and lift it.

With you still inside. 

You let out a soft oh as he pushed the car back and out of the hole, standing up straight and wiping his hands in front of him as if nothing out of the ordinary just happened.

As if he hadn’t just lifted a car without breaking a sweat.

You sat there for a few seconds, gaping at him as he made eye contact with you. As soon as he saw your awestruck expression, the corner of his mouth twitched up and he let out a soft chuckle.

And then your insides turned to mush as the beautiful man became infinitely more beautiful.

Finally, you cleared your throat and got back out of the car, feeling both elated by the fact that you weren’t going to be late to grab Tony and from being rescued by the literal man of your dreams whom you would probably never see again.

Of course, had this been P.S. I Love You, you’d both instantly fall madly in love and kiss at the bridge and he’d move back to America with you and you’d both live happily ever after until he got sick and-

Yeah, maybe it was best that you just left it here.

“Thank you,” you said breathlessly, eyes locked on his. They were a bright, cerulean blue; a shade you were certain you had never seen before. “This was a huge help. I cannot express how grateful I am.” You checked your phone and once you saw the time your eyes widened. “Shit, I really need to get going… Um, thanks again. I’ll call your sister and have her bill me if that’s okay?”

As soon as you were about to turn to get back in the car, Bucky’s glorious jaw clenched again and he shook his head, causing you to stop in your tracks.

“That’s not gonna happen,” he said.

Your eyes narrowed, and you realized that his lack of talking was getting kind of annoying. “I’m not going to call your sister for the bill or…” or are you about to kidnap and murder me?

He shook his head again, then cocked it over to the right side of the car. “Tire’s flat. We gotta tow it back to the shop.”

You felt all of the blood drain from your body as you walked over to the tire.

Which didn’t have a single ounce of air in it.

Fuck.

And then, all of the composure you had been desperately holding onto crumbled as your bottom lip began to tremble.

“Great,” you said, tears welling in your eyes. Your body sagged against the hood of the car. “So I officially, totally fucked up then,” your voice broke and you breathed out a wet sob. “Literally my first big work gig and I’m going to get fired after only a month because Quentin will finally have proof that I can’t do anything right-” 

That was when your weeping totally overcame you, and speaking was no longer something you were capable of.

It was almost poetic, sitting here in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by the most beautiful scenery you had ever laid eyes on standing next to an even more beautiful man while you cried into your hands.

What wasn’t poetic was the snot that was starting to build up your nose and threatening to leak out.

You quickly moved a hand to wipe it away, horrified by the scene you were displaying in front of an innocent bystander. But you were completely overcome, powerless to your emotional breakdown.

Suddenly, you felt something touch your hand.

A thin, soft, paperlike material.

A tissue.

You looked up at Bucky, his hand extended out to you with the offering, a small sympathetic smile on his face.

Grabbing the tissue and wiping your nose, you grimaced as you regained composure. “Sorry,” you muttered out, “I’m sure witnessing a crazed pathetic woman having a breakdown wasn’t on your bingo card for today.”

He shrugged. “Not a huge deal. Besides, I’ve witnessed way worse from Becs.”

Your brows knit together questioningly. “Becs?”

“Becca, my sister.”

You nodded, brows relaxing. “Looks like I’m naming my first child Becca.” Bucky’s head cocked to the side questioningly and you continued, “I decided that’s the debt I must pay for her doing me such a solid.”

The corner of his mouth twitched again as he fought back a smile. There was a mischievous light in his eyes, and he looked like he was debating whether he wanted to say something else or go back to being his mysterious, quiet self. He thankfully chose the former and responded, “But I’m the one who actually came to yer rescue. Shouldn’t ye name your kid after me?”

There is no fucking way this guy is flirting with me right now. But if - by some glorious chance - he is let’s do this.

You feigned innocence and shrugged. “I could, but the problem with that is I don’t actually know your name.” A lie, but he didn’t need to know that.

Then the universe decided to finally gift you something good today as Bucky’s mouth pulled back into a full-on grin, and it felt like you were looking at the sun.

He extended his hand out for you to shake. “James.”

You frowned as you shook his hand, speaking before you could control yourself, “I thought your name was Bucky.” 

All he did was chuckle. “Thought ye didn’t know my name.”

Your right eye twitched in horror and he bit his bottom lip, smile still plastered to his face.

“Bucky is my nickname,” he continued. “Friends, family, and those who have gone head to head with the Black Hole of Death and lived to tell the tale can call me Bucky.”

Giggling, you rolled your eyes, taking mental note of the way Bucky’s face brightened at the sound of your laugh. “Well then, nice to meet you, Bucky.”

You both realized that you were still holding hands, and you thought that you felt him squeeze yours the tiniest bit before letting go.

“So,” he said, clearing his throat, “And what do they call the soon-to-be mother of mah namesake?”

Damn, he’s smooth, you thought as heat rose to your face. “I’m Y/n.”

He nodded, still smiling. “Y/n.”

That was the moment you decided you never wanted to hear your name unless it was spoken with a husky Irish accent. Bucky’s husky Irish accent, really.

Unfortunately, the romcom moment you were experiencing was ruined as you remembered the reason that the beautiful Irishman was here, and you let out a long sigh as you grappled with the inevitable.

“Well, Bucky, I guess I gotta go meet my fate. Any chance your shop is hiring? I have very little skill with cars, but I make killer itineraries,” you said with a half-hearted laugh.

Bucky puckered his lips, then switched his gaze between you and the rental. When he locked his eyes on you once more, they narrowed. “How much time till ye have to pick up yer boss for the event?”

You checked your phone. “Forty minutes. There’s no way-”

“Grab yer stuff,” Bucky said, pulling out his own phone.

“What do you-”

“I can get ye there in thirty.” He tapped a few buttons then held the device to his ear. “We can grab yer boss, take him to the event-”

“But what about the car?”

“I’ll take care of it. We gotta move though or else I won’t be able to stop him from sacking ye.”

He walked back toward the truck and you stood there for a second, shaking your head. “Bucky!” you whined out.

“Y/n!” he whined back before muttering into his phone, and you found yourself laughing incredulously as you moved to the trunk to grab your ‘Oh Shit Kit’ work duffel and purse.

“Listen Stevie,” you overheard Bucky grumble, “Please just do me this solid and I’ll buy ye all the pints in the world tonight. Right…thanks, ye daft brute.” He hung up, opening the door to the passenger side and turning to you. As you approached, he reached out to grab your things to load them into the back seat.

“Dare I ask again about the car?” you asked skeptically.

He wiggled his eyebrows once. “It’s taken care of. All I need are the car keys and we’ll be good to go.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him, still smiling. “This isn’t actually some plan for you to kidnap and murder me is it?”

He shrugged. “Guess you’re gonna have to find out, love.”

Love.

It was then that you knew that - even though it seemed like your job was no longer in jeopardy - you were totally fucked.

All you could do was shake your head, eyes glued to those beautiful blues before you as you handed Bucky the keys.

He gave you a small wink as he closed the door for you, then walked over to the Stuck in BHOD? sign and hung them against the other side.

Once Bucky was in the car, you told him the name of the hotel you were staying at and the two of you hit the road. 

You only lasted about a minute before the silence made you uncomfortable again and you looked over at Bucky and asked, “So…how long has the Black Hole of De-”

“Ye can call it BHOD-” Bucky pronounced it like bod, smirking at you, “Makes it easier.”

You nodded. “Okay, well, how long has BHOD been terrorizing the good people of Dublin?”

“Long as I can remember,” Bucky said and you scoffed.

“Why hasn’t anyone done anything about it?” you accused.

He rolled his eyes, glancing over at you for a moment before focusing back on the road. “Well isn’t that an idea,” he said sarcastically. “Listen, love, that beast cannot be tamed. We’ve tried many, many times. Each time we try to fill the hole, it comes back bigger and stronger than ever. Eventually we gave up trying to mess with the forces of nature and instead decided to spend the money on putting up the sign.”

Couldn’t argue with that.

The silence had returned, but before you had the chance to end it, Bucky beat you to the punch. “So, yer boss is…?”

“Tony Stark,” you answered. “He’s a children’s author.”

Bucky smiled to himself. “Oh, I know who Tony is. Sarah’s kids are obsessed.”

Ah, so he was with someone. You felt your stomach turn to knots as you asked, “Sarah?”

“In-law. Her brother is married to my sister,” he said.

The knots unraveled and you bit back a smile. “Are they going to the event tonight?”

He shook his head. “Nah. Sold out in seconds, apparently. The boys were gutted.”

“I’m sure I can get them in!” you said. “Tonight would be the only night I could, probably, since I’ll most likely be unemployed by tomorrow.”

Bucky furrowed his brows. “Why are ye still saying you’re going to get fired when I’m drivin’ ye to pick him up right now? Ye should be fine now.”

“Maybe, and I cannot begin to express how much I appreciate you doing this for me,” you instinctively reached out to rest a hand on his forearm. He flinched, bringing you back to your senses and you pulled it back immediately as if you had been burned. Well, in a way, you had.

But then you saw the redness rise up his neck and into his cheeks, and you realized that the giant, gorgeous Irishman was blushing.

It was a delightful sight.

“Anyways,” you continued, thumb rubbing over the palm that had just touched Bucky, “Hopefully I’m in the clear, but not likely. How am I supposed to explain his ride to the event being a pickup truck rather than the rental he’s been paying for these past few days? And then there was the whole phone shitshow-”

“What’s the phone shitshow?”

You groaned. “Tony dropped his phone off a cliff and I tried to get him a new one but because of international reasons and shit that a very nice tech person tried to explain but went right over my head, they couldn’t do it. And Tony seems like a really nice, super understanding guy, but I’m so new and have already shown I can’t handle the tasks I’ve been hired for and Quentin is definitely going to fight for me to get fired.”

“And who the fuck is this Quentin?” Bucky asked, annoyance in his voice.

You groaned louder. “He sucks. Ugh he sucks so much. He’s basically the PR/brand guy, so he’s really good at being two-faced and pleasant to the people that matter. Then he turns around and treats booksellers and me like shit. But Tony’s never seen it and Quentin has worked with him for years, so it’s my word against his.”

Bucky scrunched his face in disgust. “What a dick.” But when he said dick, it sounded like deck, which pulled you out of your grouchy mood and you giggled.

“Yes, a real deck,” you said.

Bucky scoffed. “I’m sorry, love, but are ye making fun of my accent while I’m going out of my way to save your arse?”

You kept laughing. “I know, I know, I’m sorry. I promise I think your accent is amazing.”

“Really now?” he said cheekily.

“Are you kidding? If you say my name or call me love one more time I’m pretty sure my heart is just going to give out.”

It was silent after that, and you were worried you crossed a line. But after a few seconds, Bucky responded.

“Whatever you say, Y/n.”

Bucky pulled up to the entrance of the hotel, and you jumped out to go grab Tony. Thankfully, Quentin wasn’t able to go to the event because he was handling preparations for the fundraiser dinner tomorrow night, so you didn’t need to deal with his dramatic ass for the rest of the night.

Your boss was a bit confused when you led him to the blue pickup truck and saw a giant man in a black baseball cap and a red henley in the driver’s seat waving to him with an awkward smile, but he got into the passenger’s seat nonetheless as you climbed into the back. 

You noticed that Bucky had been on the phone with someone as you approached, quickly putting his cell away when he caught sight of you.

He kept his gaze on Bucky as he buckled his seatbelt and said, “Uh…Y/n, who is this?”

“Tony, this is Bucky. Bucky, this is Tony.”

Bucky nodded, holding out his hand. “Pleasure, sir.”

Tony shook it. “Likewise.” Then he turned around to face you. “It thought we were taking the rental?”

You opened your mouth, ready to tell him about the situation with the flat and bracing yourself for his reaction, but Bucky spoke before you had the chance.

“Turns out there was an electrical issue with the car. It broke down while Y/n was on her way and she called our shop. We offered to tow it and call her a cab but she was quite insistent that she needed to get ye to the event. She’s very persuasive, that one.” You stared at Bucky in the rearview mirror and he winked at you.

Tony nodded. “Alright then. Well, good job thinking on your feet, Y/n. I’ll be sure to call the rental company to make sure they cover the charge of the work seeing that it wasn’t our fault-”

“Already taken care of, sir,” Bucky responded. “We have this thing called BHOD Warranty that’ll cover everythin’.”

Tony gave you an impressed look then turned back around, murmuring to himself about never hearing about a BHOD Warranty and allowing you a moment to gape at Bucky’s reflection. He just shook his head.

The hotel was about 15 minutes away from the venue, and Tony spent the entirety of the trip  chatting with Bucky. He asked about his job, his family, this awesome truck he was driving, and, of course, if he had ever heard of Tony’s books.

“I have, actually. Got two nephews who are big fans.”

“Are they coming tonight?” Tony asked.

Bucky nodded. “Originally no because tickets sold out so fast. But Y/n said she’d be able to get them in.”

“Good,” Tony said. “If they’re willing, they’re welcome to hang out for a bit afterwards to chat and take some photos.”

Bucky beamed, a sense of boyish excitement painted across his features as he looked at Tony with a smile. “That would be absolutely grand, sir. Thank ye.”

Tony shook his head. “It’s the least I can do for your help today. I might even get to an event early for the first time in ages.” He turned over to you and wiggled his brows, and you felt a sense of ease wash over your whole body. 

Maybe you’d still have a job tomorrow after all.

Once you got to the venue, Bucky got out to help you with the work bag and escorted you inside.

“Will you stay for the event?” you asked once you got to the green room, eyes wide and hopeful. Normally you would have cared way more about the desperation in your voice. But you knew that your time with Bucky was limited, and you didn’t seem to care all that much how obvious it was that you didn’t want him to leave.

And based on the look on his face, he felt the same way as he smiled. “What, and miss an opportunity to hear a bigshot author speak? Not a chance, love.” 

You beamed, smiling to the point that you almost split your face in two. “Good.”

He smiled back, ocean blue eyes piercing yours. Tony was out in the hallway talking to the event coordinator, so it was just the two of you in the room. Not that you would have been able to notice anyone or anything else that existed in this moment aside from the man before you.

You felt your pulse quicken as Bucky’s pupils began to dilate, and you realized that the distance between you was beginning to close in. And then his eyes flashed down to your lips…

And then his phone started ringing, causing the two of you to jump back in surprise.

Bucky swallowed, eyes still on yours as he pulled out his phone. When he finally looked down to see who was calling, he groaned, pulling the phone to his ear.

“Stevie,” he said, annoyed, “Have I ever told ye your timin’s shite?”

“All the time,” you overheard the mysterious Stevie say on the other end. “Just letting yer ungrateful arse know I’ll be there in twenty.”

“Fine,” Bucky responded.

“You’re welcome, jerk.”

“Thanks, punk,” he said, hanging up the phone. “That was Steve. He’ll be here with the car soon.”

Your head hung back as you looked up at the ceiling, letting out a huge sigh of relief before looking back at him. “Thank fucking God. Thank you Bucky. You really didn’t have to do all of this.”

He shrugged, giving you a side smile. “What can I say, love? I hate seeing a pretty lass cry. Gotta do whatever it takes to see her smilin’ as much as possible.”

Just as you were about to respond to that stupidly romantic statement, Tony walked in and it was time to get the show on the road. Bucky excused himself, saying he was going to wait by the entrance for Sarah and the boys.

You spent the next half hour helping Tony get ready, touching base with the bookstore staff running the event, and making sure everything went according to plan. This was the part of the job you loved, the rush right before a big event where everything was chaotic and you were hyper-focused on smoothing any issues out.

Then, it was time for Tony to get on stage. Before he did, though, he turned to you with a small smile.

“I’m really glad you’re on this team, Y/n. Couldn’t have gotten a better hire.” He rested a hand on your shoulder and squeezed it, then turned around and walked out to greet the crowd, leaving you with a fresh sheen of tears in your eyes.

Once you were convinced that Tony was all settled and the event was in full swing, you moved from backstage to the very back of the venue hall, leaning against the wall as you watched your boss do his thing. He was so charismatic, and the audience couldn’t stop laughing as he spoke, yourself included.

A few minutes into his talk, you felt a large, muscular arm brush against yours and you turned to see Bucky standing next to you. 

You smiled, cocking your head to the side questioningly and you whispered. “Are Sarah and the boys here?”

He nodded, leaning over to whisper into your ear, and the heat of his breath made you have to fight back a shiver. “Just got in and sat down.”

“Don’t you want to sit with them?” you asked, though you wished he would stay with you for the rest of forever.

“Had to get something to ye,” he said, and he leaned back, hand extended out to you.

He was holding out a small shrink wrapped box with the image of a phone on it.

You stared at it, eyes wide.

“Did I mention earlier that Sarah works in tech?” he asked.

You shook your head, eyes still glued to the phone.

“I guess her company keeps stock of American devices, because - shockingly enough - yer boss isn’t the only one to lose or break his phone while traveling abroad. It’s all legit, all he needs to do is log into his plan and everything should be set up in less than 20 minute-”

Bucky let out a soft oof as you hurled your body into his, wrapping your arms around his neck. He only froze for a few seconds before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closely to him.

“Thank you,” you whispered into his shoulder.

He chuckled. “Anytime, love.” He pulled away to look at you. “Unfortunately, phones are expensive as shit so I can’t necessarily waive this charge like with the tire…”

“Absolutely,” you said. “I’ll give Sarah my number and I’ll cover that bill. Though that still doesn’t feel like I’m adequately making up for all of the miracles you’ve pulled off today.”

Then, for the second time today, Bucky blushed, and he scratched the back of his neck. “Well, actually. I was wonderin’ if ye might be willin’ to make it up to me by, erm….goin’ out with me tonight?”

Your jaw dropped, and Bucky’s eyes widened in panic as he frantically whispered, “It’s not a big deal. Ye can say no. It’s just, I figured it’s yer first time in Dublin and my friends and I always go to the pub on weekends and I thought it might be fun for ye to get a real taste of Ireland-”

“Yes.”

His eyebrows rose. “Yes?”

You nodded, biting your bottom lip. “I’d love that, Buck.”

His chest rose and fell as he let out a sigh of relief. “Excellent,” he said, and then the two of you turned your smiling faces around to watch Tony speak.

For the rest of the event, you both stood side by side against the back wall, your cheek leaning against his arm.

After all the shit you had gone through today and all the stress that had previously consumed your body, you couldn’t help but feel grateful that you had accidently driven your car straight into a ditch.

Sure, you could have easily gotten fired, but even if you had, at least you got to meet Bucky.

Hillary Swank would be proud.

Chapter 2

Header image taken by the woman who requested this magical fic, @w0nderw0mansw0rld <3

[pinkiebieberpie]

Can I scream??? This is so dad!bucky(yes i absolutely adore your moodboards with dad!bucky) 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 but- babysitter bucky?????????? 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫🥴🥴🥴😳😳😳😳 I'm a sucker for bucky x babysitter BUT??? BABYSITTER BUCKY??? aldkskskskdkekskksksk don't mind me I just wanted to share this cute picture

BABYSITTER!BUCKY??? OH FUCK, WHY ARE YOU ATTACKING ME LIKE THAT WHEN I JUST WOKE UP 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 i need a moment... aLSO he is babysitting your little sister for your parents and you've heard a lot of things about him from your mom so you were excited to finally meet him... and it happend when you came back from college and your mom was so right - this guy is the funniest, the most handsome and adorable man you've ever met. and he is great with kids???? a dream. a crush. ++ this picture from ig is so cute 🥺

babysitter!bucky

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[chrisdrysdale]

Just because that's my favorite scene of the winter soldier...

I have no thought when I looked at it, just drooling

Any idea ?

Maybe him straddling you during training maybe like an enemies to lovers vibes. Like maybe your leg in between his, as his hands pin yours above your head. His head is right above yours, panting.

You try and move but he’s holding you too tightly, you scoot your hips down until you feel something hot pressing against your leg. You let out a little gasp and then Bucky’s eyes widened and his face goes red. “Bucky?” you question.

“I’m so fucking sor-“ You lift your head up and crash your lips against his, his wrists loosing around yours as you grasp around his neck.

You wrap your legs around his hips and flip him under you. You lift away from his lips. “I win” you mumble out before going back in for a kiss

[nexusnyx]

A Touchable Dream

— Pairing: Dad!Bucky Barnes x Reader

— Summary: Unpredictable, unfair and unreasonable—so far in, that’s all Bucky’s known life to be. With the exception of his son, nothing has ever inspired consistency or proven to be worthwhile enough for him to fight daily to keep. Going back to University while being a single parent has more than one rough edge. He feels lost, out of place, with a constant itch under his skin.

Then, you arrive like a Comet, daring him to change all his skeptic perceptions.

— Word count: 6.5k

— Warning(s): This work contains (18+) mature content. Minors, DNI. Explicit depictions of sex (daddy ink, oral, pentration, etc, etc.), mentions of drug use, mature language and mentions of death.

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⋅☾ CHAPTER NINE ☽⋅

In the short months you’ve shared with him, the luxury of waking up next to Bucky only happened exactly two times.

In both of them, you spent the whole rest of the day feeling the ghost of his scruff nuzzling against the nape of your neck, the sweet, barely-there kiss he placed right after before he got up from bed or stirred away, untangling himself from you.

This time, Bucky has no reservations.

You know that because the first thing you feel is not his beard, or his kiss, or even the gentle, adorable shimmy thing he does with his body where he wants to fit both of you together like a puzzle piece.

What you feel first is his smile.

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[jobean12-blog]

Boys in Bed with Books (13)- 40s!Bucky

Pairing: 40s!Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,160

Summary: You distract Bucky while he’s reading in bed. 

Author’s Note: I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to include my favorite dreamboat in this series! I adore him so much and I hope you enjoy! Thank you so very much for reading and for all your continued and amazing support for this series! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ My divider is by the wonderful @firefly-graphics thank you beauty!🥰

Warnings: soft fluff, little teasing, fingering, smut (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)

GIF NOT mine: Credit goes to @classylena thanks so much sweets 🥰

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Bucky is sprawled out along his small twin bed, one foot hanging over the side and the other tapping against the metal frame at the bottom. His head is resting on his forearm and his other hand holds his book, the one he’s so completely enraptured by that it takes you banging on the glass to get his attention.

He sits up with a start and stares at the window for a second before jumping out of bed and rushing over. With a quick pull he yanks it open.

“Doll face. What are you…? How did you?”

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[adoringjbbarnes]

My gosh, his fingers and everything on him would take good care of us 😩

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Judge: How do you plead?

Y/N: [looks at Steve]

Steve: [mouths 'not guilty']

Y/N: Hot milky.

Steve: *facepalm* Just lock Y/N up.

[jobean12-blog]

I'm so excited you're writing Boys in Bed with Books again! This is such a fun series! Would you ever write one for Jake Jensen? I just love his goofy, sweet nature ❤️

Boys in Bed with Books (12)- Jake Jensen

Pairing: Jake Jensen x reader

Word Count: 793

Summary: You distract Jake while he's reading in bed.

Author's Note: Thank you so so much sweets! So glad you are enjoying it and thank for for requesting Jake, he is so cute and so fun and hopefully I did him justice here. Enjoy! Have a great day! HUGS! 💕 Thank you all so much for reading and for your continued support on this series! I've been having so much fun with it! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my lovely @firefly-graphics thank you sweets 🥰

Warnings: fun fluff, teasing, flirting, light dirty talk and smut (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)

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“How do you sing and read at the same time?”

Jake continues to dance his way over to the bed, singing loudly and off key while holding his book. He plops himself down, making you bounce an inch off the mattress.

“JAKE!” you yell as you pull an earbud out.

“Hey baby,” he smiles as he fixes his glasses. “What’s up?”

You giggle and throw the earbud at him. “What?” he asks, feigning a hurt look.

You slide off the bed and walk into the bathroom, smiling when you hear him start to sing again. Once you’re washed up and ready you grab his shirt off the towel rack and throw it over your head.

He’s in the same position, the book held up to his face and his fingers snapping to the tune of whatever he’s listening to now. He looks up when you emerge from the bathroom and grins.

“Hey petunia,” he simpers. “You look almost as good as I do in that shirt.”

With a roll of your eyes, you get back into bed and grab your phone. You scroll through your apps until you’re bored and look over at Jake. You lean forward and check out the cover of the book.

“Penetration Testing: A Hands-On Introduction to Hacking.”

You blink several times, re-reading the title again. “OH MY GOD Jensen!”

He startles and pulls his headphones out. “WHAT?” he demands.

“Penetration testing?” you snort. “Really?”

“Hey. I don’t comment on all the shit you read beautiful.”

“That’s because I don’t read books about penetration,” you point out.

“But you love penetration. And I know what’s really in those romance novels.”

“And what’s that?” you ask, raising a brow.

“P e n e t r a t i o n.” He spells out every letter, giving you a waggle of his eyebrows.

“That’s what you think Jensen. Go back to reading your porn.”

“Hardy har har,” Jake snickers but not without lifting his book again. “Porn. I wish it were porn.”

You take your book off the night table and open to your page, holding back another snort when you remember the part you were up to. The steamy is scene is getting harder and harder to focus on and you become fidgety.

Being as discreet as possible you lean closer to Jake and lightly drag your fingers up and down his arm, pretending to still be reading. You press yourself against him, smiling into his shirt when you feel him turn and pull you closer.

You drop your book and slip your hand under his tight tee shirt. He looks down at you, his glasses sliding down his nose as he gives you a lopsided smirk.

“What happened baby? Smut in your book wasn’t doin’ it for ya?”                

“Jake,” you mewl. “Do you really want to keep reading about hands-on penetration.”

You take the book from his hand and throw it to the floor. His mouth hangs open in playful surprise but just as you start to crawl on top of him he grabs your waist and flips you onto your back. His fingers dig into your sides and he starts to tickle you.

“JAKE! STOP IT!” you squeal as you wiggle beneath him.

He presses you harder into the mattress as his hands sneak under the pink shirt you’re wearing and dance up your sides.

“JAKKKKEEEE!”

“Ok, ok,” he surrenders and releases you enough so you can scoot back on the bed.

You take a minute to catch your breath, your smiling growing as he gets on all fours and stalks you. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

“As good as this shirt looks on you it’ll look even better on the floor,” he purrs.

“Smooth Jensen,” you giggle.

“Off,” he commands, grabbing the hem.

You swallow hard as you watch the shirt join his book on the floor. He grabs your thighs and slides you under him. His lips meet your neck and trail down your soft skin before tracing the outline of your collarbone and teasing along your breast.

“Now, how about we get to the real hands-on penetration,” he murmurs, sucking your nipple between his teeth before soothing it with his tongue.

You gasp out his name and grab the short strands of his hair, giving them a tug until his eyes meet yours.

“I just don’t know what to start with first,” he says, giving you a flirtatious smile. “My fingers,” he muses as he wiggles them, “or my tongue,” he continues as he wags it around lewdly, “or….” He finishes as his hips rock against yours and his cock presses between your legs.

“Well, you are very good at multitasking,” you muse.

“Mmm, I am,” he hums, settling himself between your legs.

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[adoringjbbarnes]

YES!!! I love Jake! 😍 imagining him dancing over to the bed is just perfect 😩 I would love to see it

[jobean12-blog]

Hi cutie!! I’m a big fan of your Boys in Bed with Books series. So I was wondering if you would like to write one on Frank Adler (from Gifted).

There’s just something about my cranky boat mechanic, I love him so much… and the fact that he was once a professor?? Yes Sir!!

Boys in Bed with Books (11)- Frank Adler

Pairing: Frank Adler x reader

Word Count: 719

Summary: You distract Frank while he's reading in bed.

Author's Note: Thank you my sweet friend for requesting this! So glad you did and that it gave me reason to watch Gifted which I very much enjoyed! Love and hugs and hope it's been a lovely day!💕 I loved adding him to my little series! Bec @theycallmebecca this one is for you too! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my lovely @firefly-graphics thank you bunches sweets🥰

Warnings: fluffy fun, teasing, some light philosophic banter, light smut (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)

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“Frank. Are you in our bed with your greasy boat shirt on?”

He cocks one eyebrow then flips to the next page of his book and sets it down on the bed. He tilts his head upward, throwing you a wry smile before he sits up and pulls his shirt off. He drops it hastily to the floor and leans back against the headboard, picking up his book.

“Not anymore sweetheart.”

You barely blink through the entire process and your eyes immediately drop to his bare skin and the way his muscles flex as he shifts to get comfortable. He peeks at you through his lashes, a lopsided smirk on his lips when he crosses his long legs.

You continue to remove your work clothes, only walking over to him once you’re in nothing but your button down and panties.

“Are you still reading Descartes?” you ask as you sit beside him.

He nods and keeps his eyes on the words.

“I think therefore I am…” you quote, more to yourself than him. “What are you thinking now Frank?” you ask as you lean closer.

He doesn’t answer right away and lets the book fall to his chest, holding your gaze. His eyes drop to the open buttons of your shirt and the sliver of soft skin that’s exposed.

“I’m thinking…” he starts, lifting his fingers to toy with the next closed button. “That you’re a distraction.”

“So just because you think I am means that I am?”

The sass in your tone has both his eyebrows meeting his hairline and the look on his face screams, ‘you know I’m right.’ You feign shock and promptly push yourself up and off the bed.

Before you can get far his fingers close around your wrist and he pulls you across his lap.

“And I also think” he persists, sliding his fingertips across your collarbone, “that you should sit and read with me.”

You smile softly and lean your head along his shoulder. You hear the words falling from his lips but you can’t concentrate on their meaning as your fingers twirl and dance over the hair lining his chest. You continue moving them down and over his abs, lightly brushing through the trail of hair that disappears into his jeans.

“You have grease on your jeans too,” you murmur.

He grunts but keeps reading and you slip your hand under the fabric and pop open the button. With slow and purposeful movement, you drag the zipper down and push apart his jeans, smoothing your palm over his hardening cock.

“Frank,” you whine and give him a squeeze. “Don’t be grumpy.”

He hisses through his teeth and shuts the book with a slap. “Grumpy? I’m trying to focus on my book.”

“It doesn’t look like that’s what’s really on your mind,” you argue as you stroke him.

 “Are you trying to start an argument with me?” he asks as he snakes his arm around your waist.

“Don’t all philosophers love to argue?” you counter, teasing your fingers along the waistband of his boxers.

He sits up and pushes you back onto your heels, his thick fingers lifting to work open the rest of the buttons of your shirt. Once the material hangs open he runs his hand down between your breasts, his callouses scraping against your delicate skin and making you shiver.

“To live without philosophizing is in truth the same as keeping the eyes closed without attempting to open them."

“Did you just quote Descartes?” you scoff.

“He’s not wrong,” he replies.

“No, he’s not,” you concede, “but you know what is…the fact that you’re still wearing these greasy jeans.”

In one swift movement he has them off and on the floor atop his shirt.

“Better?” he simpers as he crawls over you.

You nod before your head hits the pillow and his lips meet your skin. He spreads your legs apart and settles between them, trailing kisses down your stomach.

“What’s the matter baby? Nothing left to argue about?” he smirks.

“You know what else philosophers love to do?” you say breathily as he moves lower.

“What?” he croons as he hooks his thumbs into your panties.

“Talk too much.”

His lips lift into a boyish grin. “Good thing I’m about to keep my mouth busy with something else.”

@book-dragon-13 @christywantspizza @dreamlessinparis @hiddles-rose @jhangelface0523 @loricamebackyetagain @lookiamtrying @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @goldylions @nano--raptor @randomfandompenguin @turbolisedcomet @patzammit @seitmai @loki-laufeyson-1054 @rebel-stardust @elliexsaurxasx @peaches1958 @weekendgothgirl @breakablebarnes @late-to-the-party-81 @bb-skyrunner

[adoringjbbarnes]

😏 without jeans? Always much better 😏

[madrewrites]

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Dire Need ➳ Bucky Barnes (18+)

➳ this is from the ultimate pregnancy prompts list. if you want to see me write something from this list or any of my saved prompt lists, send me an ask with a character! :) sorry for any mistakes!

➳ a/n: ugh this was so sweet i love it

➳ pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

➳ summary: Thanks to the pregnancy, your libido is off the charts and all you want is for Bucky to rail you.

➳ warnings: smut

➳ prompt used: “Ugh, I'm so horny right now."

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Bucky watched as you shuffled around on the bed, your hands roaming across his body. It started with light touches on his thighs as he gazed down at his book before you were nuzzling your knee someplace else. Your fingertips danced across the skin of his chest, you watched as his orbs cut from the pages of the book to your eyes. You whimpered up at him, your hand slowly veering down to a place that he knew was going to get you both in trouble. 

“Doll, what is wrong with you?” He laughed. You groaned, lowering your mouth to his chest and peppering his flesh with kisses. He reached a hand over your exposed belly, his grasp warm and inviting on your bump. Just that alone made you moan and Bucky’s ears perked up at the splendid sound. “Uh oh,” He smirked. 

You looked up at him, almost pleadingly. You wore nothing but a sports bra and underwear, the simple grinding of his skin over yours making your thighs grow sticky. 

“Bucky,” You moaned his name aloud and that was the moment he closed the book. “Ugh, I’m so horny right now.” You hissed. 

Bucky set the book on the table and moved so he was hovering over your body. Ensuring not to lean on your bump, he locked his eyes with yours as you drew a line down the length of his chest, slowly bringing it to rest on the waistband of his sweats.

“Whatcha need from me, Doll?” He asked you, kissing your cheek softly. You closed your eyes and raked your nails over his back, earning a grunt from your husband. 

You whined as he moved to sit on his thighs. “You want these gone?” He asked in a husky voice. “You want me to see and feel how wet you are for me?” Those words made you growl. 

“Yes, please,” You called out to him.

Bucky smiled and hooked his fingers underneath the waistband before pulling them down your legs. Immediately he saw the sticky substance that formed in the center, his tongue jutting out to wet his lips in approval. The cool air brushed over your exterior and it immediately made you want to rip your sports bra away, which you started to do. Bucky chuckled gently as he saw you struggle to bring it over your engorged breasts. He quickly helped you out and you were heaving for air.

“Me panting for air isn’t sexy,” You groaned, tossing your head back. 

Bucky laughed. “Maybe not to you, but watching you struggle to catch your breath while trying to get to me is sexy as hell…” He smiled, sending you a wink. You groaned beneath him as he started to kiss you. While he was headed for in between your thighs, you shook your head. You eyed the bulge formed behind his sweatpants and you started to grab.

“N-No,” You shook your head. “Need you to… Just fuck me, Bucky,” You admitted in frustration. Bucky’s eyes lifted, but his sweatpants were quickly removed. 

“Right to the good part,” Bucky smiled. “On your side, let’s go,” he told you, encouraging you to turn over. You did as he asked before he was pressed in front of you. He wrapped his arms around you and hooked one of your legs over his hip. 

Locking his blue orbs on you, he smiled and leaned forward, kissing you heatedly. You hissed as you felt his cock slip into you with ease. The moment you felt begin to stretch you apart, you gasped. Sinking your fingers into the skin of his shoulders, his tongue pushed out to attach to yours. 

Moaning, you tangled your fingers around the strands of his hair and pulled, earning a sweet grunt of relief from your husband. He rocked his hips into yours at an unforgiving pace, your eyes widening as you felt every inch of him enter and exit from your channel. 

“Bucky, that feels s-so good,” You shook against him, ushering him to go in deeper. Bucky smiled and rolled his hips at a steady pace, your arms wrapped around him. 

“There’s that pretty face.. Look at me, baby,” Bucky encouraged you. You did as he asked and met his eyes, your tongue pushing out to wet your lips.

“D-Don’t,” - Before you could finish, Bucky cut you off with another kiss.

“I’m not stopping,” He assured you. “Feel that? You’re such a good girl,” He smiled. “Gonna make sure my baby is taken care of.” 

His words were sending you over the edge. Breathlessly, you found yourself falling over the deep end as you gave into your climax. Your walls spasmed around Bucky as he felt you come undone, his smile stretching out across his face as he leaned forward to capture your lips for a searing kiss as you started to lose yourself in the moment.

He felt your hips grind into him while he helped you by rubbing your swollen bundle of nerves into a circle that had you seeing stars and gasping for every breath.

Once you reopened your eyes to see his steel-blue orbs gazing back into yours, you smiled sweetly. 

“Thank you,” You whispered, kissing his heated chest.

“Anything, Doll,” He laughed quietly. “I’m not sure how much libido is gonna be left in you before this baby gets here, but I want to take advantage of it while it's here.” He hissed, moving out of you and resuming the trail of kisses he wanted to leave before you stopped him. “But back to what I really wanted…” He smirked, bringing you to giggle as your sweet noises developed into earth-shattering moans.

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