Bucky’s Bklyn Doll

Call me K•She/Her•41•18+/MDNI• My kinks include a 109yr old super soldier with a vibranium arm & writing indulgent delusions. Based in Bklyn. Masterlist Navigation

[apenny4thots]

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[stardustrider]

Good time

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader Authors note: here goes my next entry for the June Jukebox Scribbles event. June 4th June 4th - Right Place, Wrong Time - Dr. John / “But I'm having such a good time” Dividers by @/saradika-graphics Warnings: SMUT 18+ Word Count: 300 Summary: it's kinda my version of why it went poorly when Bucky spoke to Sam about the New Avengers 😅. Bucky thinks he can tease you during an important breefing until you find him during a video call with Sam...

“The extraction point is here,” you tap with your finger on your padlet, and an image appears on the screen at the end of the room. 

All heads turn toward it. All but one. Bucky sits next to you, looking far too innocent for the way his metal hand is sliding up your inner thigh under the long table.

“There are several retreat routes…,” your voice suddenly takes a higher pitch and you choke as his fingers brush higher, teasing the edge of your panties. 

Fuck, wearing a skirt to the breefing was definitely a mistake. 

You glance at him with a pleading face. The smug look he gives you makes your hand itch to smack him if only the whole team wouldn’t be here to witness it.  

You grab a scrap of paper, scribble something and slide it toward him.

Stop!

Bucky reads, writes something back and flicks the note your way. 

But I'm having such a good time.

The video call has just started as you slip inside the small meeting room. Bucky raises his eyes from the screen and waves dismissingly.

You almost turn around to leave but then stop suddenly. There is just a moment of hesitation before you drop to your knees and crawl under the desk. 

“It’s not really about the copyright, Sam, isn’t it…,” Bucky’s voice suddenly fades into a sharp gasp as you settle between his spread thighs and unzip his pants. 

You smile wickedly as Bucky’s metal hand grips the armrest. He’s already half-hard when you pull him free. 

“Stop it,” he hisses under his breath, muting his mic for half a second.

You look up at him through your lashes. 

“But I’m having such a good time,” you whisper and drag your tongue slowly up the underside of his cock.

[azriona]

June 4 Drabble: Right Place, Wrong Time

The Winter Soldier era, General Audiences. 100 words exactly. This drabble meets the requirements for @societynsoelsscribbles June Jukebox Scribbles (Right Place, Wrong Time).

Summary: In 1972, the Asset broke free of his handlers. He was found in New York City three weeks later.

"Are you Steve?"

The dark-haired hippie is intense, bright blue eyes purposeful and twitchy. Probably high, thinks Carl. "Nope, sorry, man."

"You sure?" says the man. "Brooklyn, right?"

"Right place, but I ain't Steve," says Carl. The guy is undeterred.

"I'm Carol," complains the next woman. "You need a hit or somethin'?"

The guy recoils. "I need Steve," he says, pitiful.

"Aw, baby," says Carol, and gives him a joint.

They're sated and happy when the exhausted narc arrives.

"Steve?" says the hippie hopefully.

"Yeah, sure," says the narc, relieved. "Let's go, Soldat."

"Steve," says the hippie happily, and follows.

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[capibuck]

I wanted to draw Bucky in a slightly spicy mood, and this is what came out. Honestly, I really like the result.

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[writer-in-a-cryofreeze]

Round 3 Drabble Post #2/2 -- Teachable Moments (explicit)

Good morning, class, welcome to another week of Writer in a Cryofreeze! We have twelve amazing anonymous authors ready to take you to school with the prompt of:

Teachable Moments

Our authors were asked to have Bucky teach someone something new--or be taught in turn. There's all sorts of fun learning in store!

Once again, we present our twelve lessons in two different posts. These two lessons are for our more advanced students, and are rated Explicit for sexual themes. But make sure you've read the ten drabbles in our General Audiences/Teen post, too--hey, everyone needs a good grounding in the basics! 😉

Please read all the drabbles/lessons you are comfortable reading, and head over the voting post linked at the bottom. (You'll also find the link to the other lessons below, too.)

So get out your pens and papers, get ready to take some notes, and happy learning!

Drabble #11 - The Art of the Job Rating: Explicit for sexual themes

Bucky’s duffel was already packed by the door. 

You looked up at him with bright earnest eyes. “Please Buck, I want to. Teach me.”

You knelt between his thighs, cheeks burning, fingers softly curling around his thick, throbbing cock.

“Like this, doll,” he whispered, voice husky as he guided your strokes. “See how I’m leakin’? That’s all you, baby.”

You found your rhythm, and in turn, your confidence as you stroked Bucky’s hard cock. He threw his head back, groaning low, the muscles of his abdomen twitching. “Attagirl… fuck, just like that.”

War loomed, but tonight Bucky was all yours.

Drabble #12 - Tutorials In Precision Rating: Explicit for sexual themes

You’d expected a lot of things when you agreed your husband’s oldest friend should come spend the holidays, but not this: naked and splayed open, your back against Bucky’s chest, and Steve knelt between your legs, focus absolute as they took you apart.

Bucky’s lips moved against your neck, not quite kissing, hand sliding to cup one aching breast. “You want to feel for the ridge, the soft roof inside. Feel it?”

Steve nodded, learning by the tremors that rippled through you.

And you? You could only moan as his fingers found the place only Bucky had touched before tonight.

Well, class, that's all the Advanced/Explicit lessons we have for today. Make sure you head over to our General Audience/Teen lesson (drabble) page for the first ten installments if you're ready for those.

Otherwise, please head over for your Final Exam (aka, the poll) to tell us which three lessons were your favorites.

Voting will open until approximately 4pm on Friday, and we'll announce which authors win a brand-new shiny Cryofreeze!

Thanks for reading!

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[writer-in-a-cryofreeze]

Round 3 Drabble Post #1 (of 2)--Teachable Moments (clean)

Good morning, class, welcome to another week of Writer in a Cryofreeze! We have twelve amazing anonymous authors ready to take you to school with the prompt of:

Teachable Moments

Our authors were asked to have Bucky teach someone something new--or be taught in turn. There's all sorts of fun learning in store!

Once again, we present our twelve lessons in two different posts. The first ten lessons are rated General Audiences through Teen, and can be found on this post. The final two lessons are for our more advanced students, are rated Explicit and can be found in the Mature-locked post over here.

Please read all the drabbles/lessons you are comfortable reading, and head over the voting post linked at the bottom. (You'll also find the link to the other lessons below, too.)

So get out your pens and papers, get ready to take some notes, and happy learning!

Drabble #1 - Unsolicited Advice Rating: General Audiences

“Does all that stuff not bother you, man?”

Bucky glanced at the excitable Mexican in the front seat, and pretended he hadn’t heard him. Unfortunately, that did not deter Luis.

“HYDRA, Thanos, the five year blip thing,” he continued. “The way Congress just chucked you out after you saved the whole of New York.”

Bucky closed his eyes briefly, and wondered how he always seemed to draw the mission short straw.

“That’s not really-"

“You know,” Luis carried on blithely. “My Abuela always said bad days are like dead rats. There’s always gonna be a couple in the garage.”

“What?”

Drabble #2 - Communication Is Key Rating: General Audiences

"Why the hell is it shouting like that?" Sam grimaced, as he dodged the batting paws of the small white feline.

"She's a girl, not an it." Bucky scolded, slapping Sam across the back of the head, "And she's not shouting, she's communicating with you."

Sam scoffed, "You're losing it man."

"I'm not." Bucky grunted, "It's a scientific fact that cats only learned to meow to communicate with humans."

"So what's shes saying then if you're so smart?" Sam grinned, crossing his arms over his chest with a raised brow.

"That you're annoying and to get out of her seat."

Drabble #3 - Dismantling History Rating: General Audiences

You dragged Bucky into the hall by his sleeve before he could drop another conversational grenade into the kitchen. He came without resistance, keeping that faintly offended look he got when he thought he’d done nothing wrong.

“You cannot tell Bob things like that,” you hissed

“Why not?” he asked.

“He’s not equipped for it.”

Bucky frowned. “It’s true.”

“I know.” You signed heavily

“Then what’s the problem?”

You stared at him. “The problem is you cannot casually dismantle someone’s entire understanding of history before lunch.”

He paused. “So… after lunch?”

"No." You rubbed your temple. “In supervised discussions only.”

Drabble #4 - Namesake Rating: General Audiences

"Don't wike bullies," little Steve grumbled, watching two kids argue over a swing, the bigger one posturing menacingly. "Don't care where they're from."

Bucky's blood ran cold. Then warm.

He crouched down, studying the dark brows, the classic Barnes nose, the complete unearned confidence of a six-year-old who'd never thrown a punch in his life, who would absolutely try to.

"Where'd you hear that?"

Steve shrugged. "Nowhere. S'true."

Eighty years of guilt, grief, making things complicated— and here was his first-born son, carrying Steve Rogers' words in his mouth like they weighed nothing at all.

Because to him, they didn't.

Drabble #5 – 100 Words Rating: Teen

“Okay, strange fact time. Go Buck,” you said. 

“Spanish moss is neither Spanish nor moss. It's a member of the pineapple family,” Bucky said without batting an eye. “Your turn.”

“Avocado tastes like clean dick.”

“That's not a fact that's an opinion.”

“It is fact. But whatever. Avocados were named after testicles because of the shape. Your turn.”

“A writing drabble is 100 words on the dot. No more no less.”

“Bullshit. It can be a few hundred words.”

“Look it up if you don't believe me,” he said with a smug grin.

You did. He was right. Yet again.

Drabble #6 - Survival Skills Rating: General Audiences

Bucky crouches beside a patch of mushrooms and gently brushes aside leaves like unveiling a masterpiece.

You fold your arms. “I thought this was survival training.”

“It is.”

He points at a big mushroom with white umbrella-shaped top. “This one you can eat without cooking, but this one,” he points at another one, “kills you faster than a bullet.”

“They are the same.”

“The poisonous one is slightly greenish.”

You crouch beside him, nodding solemnly.

“Let me teach you something, too,” you say as you lean over and kiss him.

Bucky freezes, swallowing hard.

“What was that?” 

“Mouth-to-mouth breathing lesson.”

Drabble #7 - One Good Punch Rating: Teen Warnings: Canon-typical violence

Bucky realises early that his Steve is all moral outrage and sharp elbows, with no self-preservation worth mentioning. So, after dragging him out of too many alleys, he teaches him how to throw one good punch.

“Stop aiming for his face,” Bucky says. “You’re too short and too angry. Ribs first, then run.”

Steve spits blood onto the pavement and nods.

The man Bucky has just pulled off him staggers upright, stupid enough to try again.

Steve's bony fist lands badly, beautifully.

The man goes down like a sack of potatoes.

Bucky stares.

“Don’t make me regret teaching you that.”

Drabble #8 – Housemate Barnes Rating: General Audiences

You and your housemates are excited to room with Congressman Barnes.

With the rent prices in D.C, it is no secret that junior representatives rent together.

All notions of him are wiped clean.

There are his questionable eating habits — cereal with yogurt and hot sauce,  spinach right out of the bag, and boiled hot dog and pasta with ketchup.

The common closet is full of his suits. You all agree not to question why.

But he is exceedingly considerate and generous.

Barnes is puzzling but this is a fact: Howling Commando, ex-Avenger, Congressman Barnes is a raccoon of a man.

Drabble #9 - Fair Rating: General Audiences

“You taught me how to throw a punch. It’s only fair to return the favour.”

Bucky eyed the shield dubiously. “Not sure it’s the same, pal.”

Steve demonstrated his new move, knocking the shield off two trees before it bounced back to him.

Bucky braced himself. He’d seen the Howlies pretend not to struggle under the shield’s weight. But it remained light in Bucky’s hands, same as it had ever since Zola.

It wasn’t fair. Steve’s serum made him a superhero while Bucky—

Bucky clamped down on that thought. He picked up Steve’s shield.

Life wasn’t fair; war doubly so.

Drabble #10 - Tie Your Shoes Rating: General Audiences

“Okay, Jamie. Take both shoelaces and cross them together.”

Jamie did so carefully. 

“Good. Now wrap this lace around and under the other and pull them together.”

Bucky’s son nodded. 

“Now we make a loop. Like a bunny ear.”

Jamie giggled. “Bunnies are soft.”

Bucky chuckled. “Yeah, they are,” he agreed. “Wrap this around the bunny ear.”

“Am I doing good?” his son asked. 

“You’re going great,” he replied sincerely. “Now pull this lace through the hole there and pull them together.”

Jamie gasped. “I did it!”

“Proud of you, son.”

You smiled softly at Bucky.  

First of many lessons. 

Well, class, that's all the General Audience/Teen lessons we have for today. Make sure you head over to our Advanced/Explicit lesson (drabble) page for the final two installments if you're ready for those.

Otherwise, please head over for your Final Exam (aka, the poll) to tell us which three lessons were your favorites.

Voting will open until approximately 4pm on Friday, and we'll announce which authors win a brand-new shiny Cryofreeze!

Thanks for reading!

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[blowingbarnes]

Hear me out.Eiffel tower with BOTH captain americas just a thot I mean thought

if you mean referring to 2 steve rogers yes absolutely if you mean steve and Sam for sure now steve and john.. I’ll pass but i love that Eiffel Tower for you girl!

[late-to-the-party-81]

SteveSam Eiffel Tower?

Mmmmmm. Please……

[apenny4thots]

@late-to-the-party-81 HELL yeah Steve+Sam Eiffel Tower

[late-to-the-party-81]

I feel a June Jukebox scribble coming on…..

[apenny4thots]

@late-to-the-party-81 MVP right there!

[bodeckerhedron]

SEBASTIAN STAN as MIHAI GHEORGHIU

➤• FJORD (2026) DIR. CRISTIAN MUNGIU

[blowingbarnes]

Hear me out.Eiffel tower with BOTH captain americas just a thot I mean thought

if you mean referring to 2 steve rogers yes absolutely if you mean steve and Sam for sure now steve and john.. I’ll pass but i love that Eiffel Tower for you girl!

[late-to-the-party-81]

SteveSam Eiffel Tower?

Mmmmmm. Please……

[apenny4thots]

@late-to-the-party-81 HELL yeah Steve+Sam Eiffel Tower

[chaseslittlewiatch]

Sebastian Stan as Mihai Gheorghiu

in Fjord (2026)

[apenny4thots]

Okay but bottom right is giving lumberjack and im having thots…

[sassandscribbles]

Wrong Place, Wrong time

 Pairing : Bucky x Reader

Summary : Empty meeting rooms are not supposed to be used for fucking your boyfriend before a mission. But since when do you follow any rules?

Warnings : 18+ MDNI, smut, oral (m rec.), semi public sex, dick pronouns, kinda sub Bucky.

Word Count : 260 (yayy)

“Baby, I gotta leave” Bucky grunts “Lena would—fuck—she'd kick my ass if I'm late”

“But I'm having such a good time, buck” you tease, pulling your mouth away from his cock and making him whine at the loss of your warmth.

You kiss the tip of him, swollen and blushed and so happy to see you. “Fuck, honey, I can't, not right now”

“You say that but your cock tells me otherwise. He tells me he wants my mouth. My cunt. He wants to be inside me all day” You graze a nail against the sensitive underside and he curses at the feeling.

“You're such a—”

“Slut for you? I am!” You complete his sentence before the words make their way out of him mouth.

“I was gonna say menace. But that works too” He teases and you punish him by wrapping your mouth around his cock.

He moans, fingers tangling in your hair as you bob your head faster. “Baby, I'm—fuck—I’m gonna—” He comes with a choked groan and your name in his mouth.

He pulls you up swiftly, metal palm still resting in your hair as he kissed you fervently before tugging his jeans up and rewearing his misson gear.

You wait until he's done and about to leave before grasping his hand and pulling him back towards you. “You're not leaving until I'm full of you”

 Dividers by @diviniyae

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[apenny4thots]

Everything He Could Ever Want

CollegeHockey!Bucky x reader

Warnings: reader gets tipsy.

WC: 500, whoops

AN: for @societynsoelsscribbles JuneJukebox event, day 4. Divider courtesy of @saradika-graphics

AN2: Italics denote flashback. I might have been inspired by the Off Campus series on Amazon.

You looked down at the bassinet at the sleeping newborn. Their body immediately curled up and their tiny face scrunched before they let out a deep exhalation and relaxed. You stroked their cheek with your index finger, feeling a fresh wave of love bloom through you.

—

The bar just off campus is loud, music thumping through the floor, glasses clinking, people packed shoulder-to-shoulder around sticky tables.

And unfortunately for your sanity, Bucky Barnes looks ridiculously good tonight. He always looks good. Senior defenseman for the college hockey team, six feet tall, two hundred and something pounds of all thick muscle. He makes every girl on campus swoon.

He’s leaning against the bar in a dark henley with the sleeves shoved up his forearms, laughing at something Steve said.

You swirl the straw in your drink and try very hard not to stare.

Natasha slides beside you with a knowing smirk. “You’ve been looking at him for twenty minutes.”

“I have not.”

“You absolutely have.”

You take another sip, scanning your eyes elsewhere to prove a point - you haven’t been looking at him… and mostly because being slightly buzzed makes it easier to exist around him without spontaneously combusting.

Across the room, Bucky glances over.

Your stomach immediately does a full Olympic floor routine.

Then because the universe hates you he starts walking toward your table.

“Oh my God,” you whisper. “Nat!”

“You’re so screwed,” Nat says gleefully. She cocked her head, "Figuratively… and maybe literally too. Get it!” She winks before she dashes off.

Traitor.

Bucky stops beside your chair, one hand resting on the table. “Hey, doll.”

That voice should genuinely be illegal on a college campus.

“Hi,” you say, trying to sound normal and not like your brain has fully blue-screened.

“Havin’ fun tonight?”

“A little,” you admit with a laugh. “Maybe I’m kinda buzzed.”

“Kinda?” He arches a brow as the corners of his mouth twitches.

You point at him accusingly. “Don’t be mean to me. I’m delicate.”

That finally gets a real laugh out of him and the sound makes you warm in all sorts of places.

You: 0

Crush on Bucky: Terminal

Bucky looks down at your mostly empty glass. “Need water?”

Probably. Definitely.

He’s standing close enough that you can smell his cologne, and his thigh brushes yours when someone squeezes past behind him.

Your heart practically cartwheels.

You smile up at him and say, “But I’m having such a good time.” Something soft flashes across his face then.

Like maybe, just maybe, you’re not the only one crushing here.

—-

You feel two strong arms wrap around you, hugging you tightly from behind. “We did so good honey,” Bucky murmurs into your ear.

“We sure did,” you replied, your voice filled with awe. “Gosh Buck, the love I feel…”

“I know,” Bucky replies, pressing a kiss to your temple. “So glad for that night in the bar. Gave me everything I could ever want and more.”

FIN.

[zerozolo]

happy pride month to them

[apenny4thots]

[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

PLUS ONE PROBLEMS

When your best friends demanded proof that your ‘perfect’ boyfriend wasn’t imaginary, there was clearly only one solution— fake a relationship with the grumpy-but-gorgeous neighbor across the hall. Bucky Barnes was many things: ex-assassin, world-class brooder, and definitely not your type. But when he needed a wedding date to avoid his meddling friends (the illustrious Sam Wilson), your mutually beneficial arrangement seemed to be foolproof.

The plan: fake smiles, strategic hand-holding, AND absolutely no falling in love.

The problem: Bucky was surprisingly soft beneath the gruff exterior, your friends were dangerously nosy, and it was hard to keep things just pretend when his smirk made your heart race.

Available on AO3 | Word count: approx 106k

Shoutout to @scoonsalicious for your oh so valuable input on every part of this story. Couldn't have done it without you.

Posting schedule will be Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays around 2.30pm EST / 11.30am PST / 7.30pm BST

MASTERLIST: (please expand for full list)

1. Wrong Foot Forward

2. Mission: Plus-One

3. Uninvited Guests

4. Promises Over Pie

5. Fake Dating 101

6. Snapshots and Sticky Notes

7. The Cat’s Approval

8. Paintball, Puns, and Plans

9. Operation Surprise Party

10. Under the Surface

11. Crossing Lines

12. Through the Alley

13. One Step Closer

14. A Wilson Welcome

15. Louisiana Lovin’

16. Beneath the Surface

17. The Weight of Silence

18. More Than an Act

18.5. Just us

19. No Going Back Now

20. Henna Hijinks

21. Mission: Matrimony

22. Shattered Illusions

23. Your Love is a Lie

24. The Space Between Us

25. Locked In or Locked Out

26. Forgiveness Comes Easily, Trust Does Not

27. The Hunger Games: Super Soldier Edition

28. Lost and Found

29. Words that Heal

30. Real, For Us

31. Wish Upon a Star

Epilogue: How to win an argument (and an orgasm)

Sequel story for Princess and Bucky: TROUBLE FOR TWO

[apenny4thots]

I haven’t even started reading and I’m already hooked!!!!

[azriona]

June 2 (Triple) Drabbles: Plain Sight

Stucky, Gen Audiences, pre-war 1930s. Idiots in love is the best trope. Three 100-word drabbles. These drabbles meet the requirements for @stuckygeekevents' June Pride 2026 event, for Track 1 (Hidden in Plain Sight).

Summary: Seriously, they are so dumb. What's a mom to do?

Bucky doesn't know.

"It's a fine idea," says Mrs. Barnes. "You'll keep an eye on each other."

Steve won't, can't look at Bucky. He remembers their tiny room, the single bed, the bathtub in the kitchen.

Eyes on Bucky? He won't have a choice. Nowhere to hide now.

Winnie ruffles Bucky's hair up; he scowls and smooths it down. "You'll both come home for dinner every Friday night."

"Yes, ma'am," says Steve, as if the thought of sharing a room, a bed, a life with Bucky doesn't scare Steve joyous.

But Bucky doesn't know.

And Steve will never tell him.

*

Steve doesn't know.

"A fine idea," says Ma.

But Pop hides behind his newspaper, silent. Bucky's stomach is in knots, waiting for certain disapproval.

The idea of Steve, alone in Hell's Kitchen, churns Bucky's stomach more. Or worse—sharing that rat-trap with any other guy.

"Home for dinner, every Friday," adds Ma.

Bucky's stare could set the paper on fire by the time George turns the page and speaks. "Stop mothering them, Win. They'll be fine."

Bucky stares in disbelief… and hope.

If George can accept this new normal, maybe…

But Steve doesn't know.

And Bucky will never tell him.

*

George doesn't know.

"It's a fine idea," says Winnie. "You can keep an eye on each other."

Not that Bucky nor Steve look at each other now; Winnie could laugh or knock their heads together. She settles with ruffling Bucky's hair; he scowls and keeps his anxious gaze on George.

They're grown, they need freedom, Winnie had said earlier. Don't disapprove just because you don't like it.

"Stop mothering them," says George. Winnie smiles, satisfied.

Alone, together, maybe Bucky and Steve will see what she has.

They don't know she knows.

And Winnie won't be the one to tell them.

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[apenny4thots]

I am not okay.

Repeat, I am not okay.

[apenny4thots]

Your Friendly Neighborhood Superhero

Neighbor! Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: Bucky’s a creep. But he’s hot so maybe we can look past it.

WC: 349

AN: For @societynsoelsscribbles June Jukebox Event, day 3, feat prompt: he shows them pearly whites. Thanks always to @saradika-graphics for the divider.

You spend your first afternoon hauling boxes up the porch steps while summer heat sticks your tank top to your skin. Halfway through wrestling a bookshelf inside, a deep voice says, “Careful, doll. You’re gonna throw your back out and what a shitty welcome to the neighborhood that’ll be.”

You turn and nearly drop the shelf. Your neighbor is unfairly attractive-broad shouldered, dark shaggy hair, bright blue eyes.

“I’m Bucky,” he says, and he shows them pearly whites.

You tell him your name. The idea of being next door to an Avenger puts any anxieties of living on your own to ease. Over time, you see it all:

Bucky helps old ladies carry groceries. He fixes the war veteran’s radiator for free. He mows the lawn for the single mom who works at the hospital. The cops like him. Hell, the whole neighborhood melts for him.

Then little things go missing: A hair tie. Your pink lacy panties. The silver ring you swore you left beside the sink.

You tell yourself you’re being paranoid. You literally live next door to a superhero.

But you’ve also seen the way his eyes linger. And it’s curious how he seems to know your schedule better than you do.

Tuesday yoga. Thursday laundry. Midnight tea when you can’t sleep.

You never told him that last one… right?

One rainy night, your power cuts out. Your phone flashlight shakes in your hand as you fumble through the kitchen.

A staccato knock at your door causes you to nearly scream.

“It’s just me,” Bucky calls out. “Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Relief immediately washes over you as you unlock the door. He steps inside dripping rainwater and concern.

You follow his line of vision as it drifts slowly across your living room to the mug sitting beside the sink to the tiny rip in your couch cushion to the framed photo of you and your best friend.

Details nobody should know unless they’ve already been inside.

Your blood runs cold.

Because Bucky smiles softly and says, “You moved the furniture around.”

FIN.